Sasha swiped her beautiful red hair behind her ear as she sat at the bus stop exhausted and thinking about her day at work. Her day of hell had started around 7am instead of the normal 6. How the hell had Jim let her forget to set the alarm? Why hadn't he set it?
She rationalized that they were both just extremely tired because of the hours they had been putting in at their respective offices. At least when she spoke to him around lunch, that's what they came up with. So, here she was, tired and frustrated because nothing seemed to be going her way today. Aside from getting to work late, she spilled coffee on her boss, opened a door
into
one of the executives, and accidentally deleted an important appointment from her boss' calendar. How could this day get any worse?
Oh well she figured, once they got home and got settled in, after dinner, they could take a shower and maybe if she was lucky get some quality time between the sheets. As she thought of this, she couldn't help but to think about Jim's cock. She pictured his beautiful almost six inches, completely hard with all the veins and the mushroom head totally blood engorged. She wiped the corner of her mouth as she realized that she was actually starting to drool a little.
To her, Jim's dick was perfect. She couldn't figure out for the life of her how a woman could ask for more. She listened to some of the other girls in the secretary pool as they talked about their dates with guys and how upset they were when a guy didn't have eight inches or more. Those bitches must have fucked everything in the neighborhood and then some growing up she thought.
Oh well, that's their problem as she rose off the bench to get on her bus. She stepped onto the bus and even in what she thought was her worn down disheveled appearance, elicited smiles from quite a few of the guys and a few of the girls. How could she not? At 33 years old, 5' 5 ½" tall, 125 pounds, with a gorgeous natural 34D bust...she was used to being gawked at. Add to that her beautiful shoulder length red hair and the average person would have thought she was just another trophy wife.
Thirty-five minutes later, she stepped off the bus. Her stop was only five blocks away from her home and her thoughts drifted back to seeing her husband and spending some much needed together time with him. She pulled her cell phone out and text him to let him know that she was on her way home.
While she was texting, she failed to notice the strange car that was sitting at the corner for just a little too long. Vance watched her as she put her phone away. He couldn't help but lick his lips looking at her in her calf length, ass hugging, cream colored A-line skirt that showed every single curve, a pink form fitting cowl neck sweater being stretched by her massive breast, and matching 4 inch heels.
He couldn't believe how lucky Jim was to have this woman. But then again, she would soon be his... at least until he made her pay for what her damn husband had done to him. The more he pondered his situation the more determined he became to exact his revenge on her. Hell, Jim loved this woman more than life itself. It was no secret. Everyone at the office knew she was his world. Had he not found that simple accounting error and gone straight to the bosses instead of bringing it to Vance's attention so that he could fix it, then she would still be Jim's alone. But today... she would be his.
As she crossed the first intersection, he pulled out from the curb. He approached her slowly just watching the movement of her ass and the bounce of her hair. He slowed even more as she reached into her purse to retrieve her phone to check the text she received from her husband. As she put her phone away he made his move. He sped up to get beside her and rolled the window down.
"Hey Sasha! How's it going?" he asked as he kept changing his view from her to the road.
She leaned down to see who had called her name and she recognized him from a dinner she had attended with her husband and some of the other people from Jim's job.
"Hi there." she said, still trying to place his name.
She apologized and said "You know, I'm really good with faces but I'm not so great with names."
"Vance Stillman" he replied.
"Oh, yes. Hello, Vance. What are you doing on this side of town?"
"I have an appointment with a client that wants to go over some figures concerning a project they have coming up. You wouldn't happen to know where L'Adrienne's is located, would you."
"Oh, it's about couple of miles from here. Do you have a gps unit" she asked.
"Yeah, but I left it and the address on my desk back at the office and everyone has already gone home for the evening...Or at least no one is answering when I call. Hey, do you think you could show me how to get there and I'll drop you off at home after?"
"I don't know Vance. Jim is waiting on me at home."
"You would be a life saver if you did, Sasha. I'm already running late and I don't think my client charged his phone because when I try to call him, it goes straight to voice mail. I promise, just show me how to get there and I'll take you straight home. I'll even drop you at the end of the block so Jim doesn't see you with me to cause any problems. Straight there and back. I promise."
She considered it for a moment and thought what harm could there be. In fact, she would tell Jim herself just in case any of the neighborhood gossip queens saw her with Vance.
"Ok, Vance, but straight there and back. I don't want Jim worrying."
"Great!!! Sasha, you're the best!!"
He stopped the car and unlocked the door for her. He couldn't believe how smoothly that had gone. She fell for it all hook, line, and sinker. This was going to be good... at least for him.
Sasha took a good look at Vance when she got in the car. He was about 6' 2" tall, pretty ruggedly built, smooth brown complexion, bald head, and a nice smile. She figured he hit the gym a lot and took pretty good care of himself. She thought to herself that he was a very handsome man, but then mentally told herself how awful it was that she could even give thought to how attractive he was. She had been with Jim, and only Jim, since their eleventh grade year of high school. She thought about texting him to let him know what she was doing but then thought against it. She would just talk to him when she got home.
As they pulled off, the sound of the doors locking brought her back to reality. She smiled and told Vance to make the left at the next block. When he continued going straight, she figured maybe she told him a little too late. But when he bypassed the next turn, she got a little concerned.
"Vance what are you doing? L'Adrienne's is that way. You'll have to do a U-turn at the next intersection."
He just smiled at her and continued to drive. When it finally sank in that he wasn't listening to her, she started to panic.
"Vance, pull over and let me out, please."
Still no response from him.
"Vance! Please, pull over and let me out!" she said a little louder.
With still no reply from Vance she reached into her purse to get her phone. Just as she was pulling it out she felt this god awful pain on the side of her head. Then everything went dark.
Vance looked at her lying limp in the passenger seat. He removed his palm from the side of her head and smoothed her hair. He didn't want to hurt her, at least not like that, but he couldn't have her trying to cause any kinks in his plan and her trying to call anyone would do just that. To passersby, it appeared as though she were taking a leisurely nap. Thankfully he didn't cause any bleeding when he smashed her head into the b-pillar. He reached over and felt around in her purse for her phone. Once he had it, he rolled his window down and threw it straight down as he made his way through the intersection. That eliminated that problem.
After he'd ensured that his car wouldn't be visible from the street, Vance walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. She had been out for about fifteen minutes so he figured he would have to move pretty quickly. He gathered up her limp body in his arms and used his hip to close the car door. He clumsily made his way up the three steps to the back door of the abandoned house and made his way inside. Using his foot to close the door, he made his way to the back bedroom. Once there, he laid her down on the tattered mattress and started his plan.
It was at that moment he was glad he had set everything up ahead of time. He turned the cameras on and checked their angles.
He looked at her lying there and gave his cock a squeeze. She looked almost angelic. He admired her tits jutting out through her sweater and the form of her thighs and ass in that skirt. As sexy as the outfit was, it had to go. He started with the top as that had to go over her head. As he tugged it off of her he noticed the sexy white lace demi cut bra with pink lace struggling to hold her tits in. He couldn't wait to play with those tits. He reached down to her hips and unzipped the side zipper and started pulling that off. As he made his way down with the skirt he noticed the thong that matched the bra and the nude colored thigh highs. At least he didn't have to fight with any pantyhose he thought.
Vance stood up, loosened his tie and slid it over his head. He kicked his shoes off and that's when he heard her start to stir.
Sasha rubbed the knot on the side of head. It felt as though she had gone head to head with a mountain goat. God it was throbbing!! What the hell had happened? The last thing she remembered was being in the car with Vance and then getting ready to call Jim.
Wait a minute! Vance!!! What had he done? Where was he? For that matter, where was she? She looked around through squinting eyes as they were adjusting to light again.
"Hello beautiful. So glad you decided to rejoin us" he said to her.
She looked in the direction of the voice and focused in on him. Why was he standing over top of her? And why did it look like he was undressing? She felt a slight chill and when she went to cross her arms the haze lifted. Where were her clothes?
"Vance, what the hell is going on? Where are we?" she asked.
He just looked at her. He said nothing as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She finally noted how broad his shoulders really were when his shirt came off.
She couldn't believe this was happening. As she tried to stand, he delivered a powerful backhand across the right side of her face. The force of the blow knocked her back down onto the mattress. She grabbed the side of her now stinging and red face and looked at him in total disbelief.
"I advise you not to try that again. In fact, the only thing I would suggest you do is what I tell you to. Do you understand?" he said to her, completely emotionless.
Still holding her cheek in total shock, she nodded her understanding.
