Dana was running much later than she could bear. She hurriedly crossed the four lane street after taking a quick glance left, then right, catching a few choice words from a burly, sweaty, mess of a man driving a late model Ford pick up truck and a whirlwind of dust and air. She brushed him off and quickened her pace -- Her purse bouncing behind her, it's contents provided a piercing concert of car keys, change, and her small pocket knife her boyfriend gave as they clanged together and apart with each step.
Dana's breath was forced. The meeting was to be at five o'clock and it was already ten after as she finally caught a glimpse of the office building further down the street. She had a very bad habit of being late for appointments and engagements: She was a week late being born, an hour late to her grandfather's funeral, and to the first date with her current boyfriend, Shaw. This had been an ongoing argument between Dana and Shaw for the duration of their relationship and she knew it annoyed him to no end.
His argument to her was that if she truly felt something was important enough to make a date for, then she could find the will to not show up late. Her argument was that something always came up to prevent her from getting to where she was going, "The Universe has it out for me!" she would plead with a feigned innocence. The grocery list of arguments would fall of deaf ears after Shaw discovered the reason for her tardiness.
He had come home from work two hours early after Dana had shown up twenty minutes late to their date the previous evening. He intended to make sure Dana was ready to go to the dentist appointment she had in forty minutes. As he drove toward the apartment, he noticed Dana's car in it's usual parking spot and another, belonging to her friend Kayla, parked in the visitor parking. Shaw's eyebrows raised with no conscious thought and he parked his Charger in his spot.
He made his way to the basement apartment, greeting neighbors with a nod and a warm smile that dissipated as quickly as they appeared. When he reached his door, he heard a faint giggle and a thud. Shaw slid the key in the door slowly, quietly...so slowly until it hit home. He turned the key, twisted the knob, waited, no sound, and stepped in.
The living room was much as he had left it the night before - Two wine glasses on the coffee table, an empty bottle of red wine on it's side near the couch and, wait, clothes -- Two pair of jeans with the signature tears and built in wear from the manufacturer, four flip flops, a small red tank top, a deep purple blouse, two bras, a thong, and a pair of boyshorts.
As Shaw lifted the boyshorts from the ground with a slight tilt in his neck, he heard it again: giggle, thud, giggle, hushed voices. The bedroom, he realized. With uneasy steps, he made his way back further into the apartment. The giggles and voices getting louder, reassuring voices, a low hum caught his ear as he approached, the sound of needy gasping.
He peered around the corner into the bedroom, eyebrows raised at first, then furrowed. His eyes drank them in, his nose absorbed them, his tongue hungry.
There before him was Dana and Kayla on the bed. Dana was on her back, legs spread wide, lips glistening obscenely. Kayla was on her knees facing the wall, one palm flat on the wall, the other reaching down between her legs, probably pulling Dana up to her with her hair Shaw thought.
While the sight had been something most men only dream of, Shaw was instantly filled with a rage he did not often experience.
"This would explain why you're always fucking late, wouldn't it?" Shaw spoke in a carefully crafted tone.
Kayla swung her knee over Dana's face as she attempted to cover her D cup breasts and landing strip embroidered crotch. Dana had sat up, shocked and scared, wiping her chin with the palm of her hand as she did.
"Oh, shit, baby I didn't..." Dana stammered.
Shaw held up an open hand to hush her as he made a quick glance to devour Kayla with his eyes.
"Kayla, please leave."
"Can I," from the newly meek Kayla.
"You may go is what you can do, thank you." Shaw shot a glance at her eyes this time, making her mouth go agape and stumble out of the room.
"You went behind my back to fool around with Kayla? We've all flirted with the idea of a threeway, not for you to go and fuck her behind my back."
"Shaw, I know, she just came over and we started talking and..." She was once more cut off by Shaw.
"Look, Dana. It's one thing to pursue these...delights...without me. It's another altogether to shirk your responsibilities for them. We will need to talk about this later. You're late for your dentist appointment," he said flatly as he turned and extended his arm to direct her out of the bedroom.
Dana had dressed and left faster than he had ever seen. Shaw sat down the brown leather couch, sinking into it as he rested his head up toward the ceiling. This was getting to be a bit much, he thought, she needs to stop fooling around when she has shit that needs done.
Without raising his head or opening his eyes, Shaw lifted the boyshorts from out of his pocket and to his face, draped the thin fabric over his nose, and inhaled. Kayla. His cock perked up with each deep, exhilarating breath he drew of her. He knew the thong on the floor belonged to Dana and now, knowing it was Kayla who belonged to these forgotten underwear, he wanted to get drunk on her aroma. For months every time the three of them hung out, Dana and Kayla would dance in front of Shaw, whispering to each other as he drank and watched, laughing as they held onto one another. The idea of a threeway had been suggested through thinly-veiled jokes and innuendo, but Shaw couldn't be positive of whether this is what the girls both wanted. He knew he wanted it. Kayla was a gorgeous girl of 5'6. Tanned skin, dark eyes, and dark brown hair accentuated her absurdly feminine facade and figure. She had very large breasts that always seemed to be spilling over her tops she wore when they saw each other.
As Dana finally stepped from the curb to the parking lot of the seemingly empty building, she heard tires screeching somewhere down the street. She gave no more than a curious glance, then refocused her attention toward the building. She had received an email from a company interested in her web design and wanted a meeting to discuss a possible business deal. As she neared the office, she heard the screeching again, but this time much closer. She glanced back just in time to watch a beat up box van brake hard and stop.
A large figure emerged from the back all in black with a maddeningly stereotypical skimask on his face. Dana froze, clutching her bag assuming she was being robbed.
The figure reached her, snatched her bag and a fistful of her red hair. The beast began to pull her toward the van and she let out a yelp and a gasp. The figure spun her around toward him with a violent jerk of her arm, and he growled out a demand she didn't understand. She felt two paw-like hands shove her shoulders hard toward the van and she was finally realizing she was being abducted and the panic truly set in.
She screamed as loud as her throat would allow before being cut off by a sudden squeeze by the large handed monster. She tried to scream again, looked toward the Heavens, and was out.
When she came to, the van was moving and it was dark. There was fabric in her mouth, taped securely around her head, arms, hands, and feet bound by more tape. Where am I? What time is it? The fabric was over her face quickly, making the darkness even more terrifying. The smell of cigarettes and perfume was stinging her eyes. Had he done this before? She felt that panic setting in again.
She was trying to remain calm, to memorize things around her that could help her.
