Oh Donna, you make me stand up ...
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Brad was on cloud nine. For the past six months he had pursued Donna tirelessly. God knows she was the prettiest girl on campus, she was on the cheerleading team, she was smart and, even with all that, was self-effacing, funny and best of all, unattached. He didn't see himself as a great catch in comparison to the football and basketball heroes, but he exhibited the three p's; personable, persistent and patient. And now, he seemed to have passed the "test" and she had agreed to go to a movie (success) and to go for coffee (success squared). The night couldn't have gone better and now here she was in his apartment drinking a beer and sitting beside him on the couch.
Brad rented a basement apartment close to school because his mother and father who ran a mission in South America wanted him to get a good education and so they had rented him an apartment and sent him money for rent. Having Donna here was like a dream come true. He eased closer to her and kissed her. A first 'real' kiss which she did not accept reluctantly but rather, accepted responsively. Soon they were kissing open-mouthed and uninhibited. Brad was even more surprised when she allowed him to unbutton her blouse down to her navel, rewarding him with a first-class view of her well filled bra. He felt confident that she would soon allow him to remove it and feel the soft warmth of her tits in his hands.
He wasn't sure when he first heard the noise, a slow double-click. His apartment wasn't exactly the most noise proof and the street noise drowned most other noises. But, he heard the clicks distinctly and lifted his head. Sitting across from him was Eddie James. He was pointing a cocked handgun at the two lovers.
"Back away from her Brad and sit on the other end of the couch."
Donna sat up with a start.
"Well if it isn't pretty Donna."
"What are you doing here." She gasped, trying to pull her blouse together.
"I came to visit Brad. I wasn't expecting to find you here, but you're a welcome surprise. Now, don't hide your tits, Donna. In fact take that blouse off or maybe, just maybe, my gun might accidentally go off."
"Leave her alone Eddie. It's me you want." Blustered Brad, both frustrated and scared at Eddie's appearance. Eddie was a dangerous person at the best of times and right now he seemed even more unstable than usual.
"Well, that is true but I see some interesting possibilities. Now you just get over here and sit in this chair. Donna, you're not listening. Get that blouse off and give me your bra. I need it to tie up your friend here."
"Please." Begged Donna. "Let me go."
"Either you take your bra off Donna or I off your friend here."
He roughly grabbed Brad and shoved the gun into Brad's mouth.
"Oh no." Whimpered Donna as she hastened to get her blouse and bra off.
"That's great Donna now bring it over here and give it to me. These are nice tits, Donna. Now just you kneel down here next to me while I deal with your friend. Then I'll have time to fool around with them while I'm tying Brad up."
Eddie took the bra and bound Brad's hands together and tied them securely to the back of the chair.
"That's better. Now Brad you know why I'm here. Where's my money?"
"I gave you fifty on Wednesday."
"Yeah, but you said you'd get 100 by today. Where's the other fifty?" Eddie wasn't looking at Brad while he talked. He had turned to Donna and was lecherously squeezing her breasts. Brad stared at them spellbound. They were firm and round with only a hint of uplift at the end where her nipples jutted stiffly from Eddie's fondling. He was having trouble concentrating on Eddie's questions.
"I've got another twenty in my pocket."
"Not enough. You're going to have to discover that you meet your obligations, or people get hurt. Sometimes people you know get hurt too. Give me the belt off your skirt Donna. I need it for your boyfriend's legs."
Donna seemed crushed as she removed her belt and handed it to Eddie, who tied it around Brad's legs and the chair legs.
"Now it's time for a performance Donna. I've seen you do those cheerleading moves from the stands but I want to see some close-ups of those moves you make. Stand over there and run through your routine. That's right, make those boobies bounce for me. Wait a second, it's really sexy when your skirt flies up like that, but I think it would be better if you took your panties off and I could see your pussy while you dance. Now don't be bashful 'cause that could be fatal for old Brad here. That's right. Now just toss them over to me. Mmmmm they smell so good and I absolutely love your bush. Now start again."
Eddie watched intently as Donna kicked up her legs in her best cheerleading style and finished with the splits.
"Now I want to see a big finish where you end up with your ass facing me, bent at the waist, legs wide apart and you touching your toes. Nice, very very nice. Now just back up a bit here."
Eddie extended his hand under her skirt and ran his fingers through her bush. Donna yelped as she felt his touch.
"Don't move Donna or it'll go worse for your man or should I say boy here. Now, take your skirt off. I want to see you dressed only in your stockings."
Once she had removed her clothes he turned her to face him and lowered his mouth and sucked in one nipple as he rubbed his hand through the thick black hair on her pubis.
"What a hairy little bush you have down here. I think we'll need to make you a honorary member of the Bald Beaver Club."