Her steps rang out through the empty hallway as she walked briskly from her office. "Damn! I didn't mean to stay this late," she thought to herself. It was after 6pm Friday and in the summer at the college, it meant the place was a virtual ghost town.
She'd been trying to catch up on some work and totally lost track of the time. Now the sound of her heels echoed in the emptiness, and she couldn't help but shiver as the short hem of her sundress brushed fleetingly against the back of her thighs.
Briefly, she ran her hand down the back of the dress, feeling her bare skin where the dress ended. It had been too hot to bother with stockings today – or much of anything else, for that matter. She'd skipped wearing a bra, feeling that the flirty halter dress would be sufficient. A lacy pair of panties and the strappy, high-heeled sandals made up the rest of her outfit. Her long, wavy brown hair caressed her bare shoulders as she continued down the hallway.
Still thinking about the project she'd been so absorbed in, she didn't notice the open door by the storage closet. Suddenly an arm snaked out as she passed by, grabbing her around her neck from behind. Too startled to do more than gasp, she struggled to keep her balance as she was dragged backwards into the dark closet.
Pushed face first into the rough cinderblock wall, she felt a large body leaning into hers. When she felt warm breath against her ear, she tried to turn her head, only to have a large hand grab a fistful of her hair and press her face even harder into the wall. Then she heard a low, rumbling voice say, "You look real pretty today, Miss Darlene."
She froze in shock. She'd heard those words years before! Back then, they had belonged to a student, a shy young black boy. She'd driven a school bus in those days and many times he'd sit behind her and say the same thing in a low, slow drawl. She had always thought he was sweet and maybe a little slow, so she'd always smiled kindly and thanked him.
From the sound of things, the young student had grown up, and he was still talking. "You've never even noticed me, have you bitch? Well, I've noticed you..." As he was talking, his free hand was running over her body. It worked its way inside the top of her dress and began squeezing and mashing her breast. "You think you're too good for me, don't you? But, I know you've been asking for this... asking for it for a long time too. You've been flaunting yourself for everyone to see... wearing these short skirts and tight tops... slutty, CFM shoes too. Damn girl, you are such a cock tease."
Hearing his words made her blood run cold. She whimpered and tried to squirm free, but he held her firmly against the wall and pinched her nipple so hard she saw stars. "Go ahead bitch, I like feeling you rub yourself against me. No sense in yelling – at least, not yet. We're the only ones still in the building. I checked. Won't be anyone here again until Monday!" He laughed. "We're going to have us some fun, whore! I can tell you, before I'm through with you, you're going to beg for me – the only question will be what you'll be begging me for!"
"Oh yeah, Miss Darlene, you look real pretty. And you're going to look even prettier with my cum dripping down your legs and off your pretty little chin." This provoked an even stronger response and she tried to stomp on his instep with her pointy heel. He growled as he quickly moved his foot away. His hand left her breast but suddenly, she felt something cold against the side of her neck.
The laughter went out of his voice, replaced by cold fury, "Alright you stuck up little bitch. I was going to be nice to you, but I guess you'd rather have it rough. That's okay with me. You keep on fighting me like this and you'll find out just how bad a knife can hurt – you won't be so pretty after I'm done." The knife stroked along her collarbone and down the side of her throat, till the point slipped into the valley created by her breasts as they were squashed against the wall and lingered there menacingly. She shivered uncontrollably with fear.
"I think maybe you're starting to understand me now, aren't you slut?" She nodded her head slightly, as much as the wall and his hand, still wrapped in her hair, would allow. The knife reversed its direction and glided back up, tracing across the arching mounds of her breasts, then down the side of her ribs. She felt its cool smooth surface reach the top of her thigh, where her dress had been shifted upward in her earlier struggles.
