Point of note: Work of fiction, first time writing a story like this, please enjoy. Possible sequel.
Friday night, I met her at some bar on Karaoke night. We met on craigslist, swapped life stories and pics before agreeing to meeting each other. Her name was Danielle. She was no older than 25, five foot three, great ass and perfect tits. She was in tight blue jeans and a pink pull over shirt. She really didn't go all out for this first date. Me, I'm 31, 6'1, average build, dark hair and a full beard.
We talked a bit, flirted with each other. I bought each of us a number of drinks. I though I was funny and charming. She seemed cold and distant. She even made it clear that my hand wasn't really welcomed on her thigh. At first it seemed okay where it was, then she moved it off, I replaced it a short time later, she gave me a dirty look and removed it. When she did warm up and laughed at a bad joke, I tried for a kiss, but that failed.
It was around eleven when we decided to leave the bar. The place had really bad lighting on the side we both parked on. I escorted Danielle out, with my hand on her back. When we got to her car, she fished her car keys out of her purse and told me that she had a good time and that we really should do this again some time.
It was a cold November night. I had my jacket on, one hand in a coat pocket, another still on her back. I tried to kiss her again, she turned her head. I mentioned getting together next weekend, she said "I have plans." in a tone that made it clear that she was lying. She then hit the button her the remote, unlocking her car door.
I said, "Here, let me get that for you." and reached over, opening the door. She said, almost confused, "Thank you."
I put my leg out, between the opened door and her and pulled the knife from my coat pocket. "Actually, I don't think we're done yet."
Her eyes got big, she stopped cold. I put the blade to her neck. "Car keys." I demanded. She complied. I took the keys into my hand and stuffed them into my coat, and reached for the other item in that pocket, a set of handcuffs. I cuffed her hands infront of her and hit the button to unlock the rest of the car doors. I put the knife away and put her into the back of the car, on the floor boards between the front and back seats, face down. It was a small car, she was a bit of a tight squeeze.
I got into the car and pulled the knife out again and placed it on the passenger seat. "Make a sound and I will stab you." I threatened right before I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. As I drove, I rubbed her ass, even patted and spanked it a few times. I drove out of the city and several miles down the freeway, then a few backroads that I discovered via a google map search one bored Sunday afternoon. I stopped the car and turned it off.
We were about 20 to 30 miles away from town. Absolutely no where. You know, those locations so far away that on a clear night you can see every star in the night sky? Yeah, this was one of those locations. There was the dirt road I drove in on, a small path barely wider than the car, then a small area just big enough for a car to stop and turn around on. We were next to a huge lake, but not on the shore. That was down the hill we were on. Not a steep hill, also not a high hill.
