After a long night of clubbing at my favorite dance hall; I simply make my way back to my flat. Walking was the easiest for me, rather than riding a smelly bus full of perverted old men who were waiting for the drunken college girls to board. No, I liked to walk as I cleared my head of the sweaty bodies of men and women pressed together. Sweaty and pressing against me and I danced to the music. Yet now in the cool air, the sense of excitement – of teasing them slowly ceased and I was back in my tightly controlled little world.
I didn't hear the footsteps behind me at first, god that sounds so cliché doesn't it. I bet you are thinking someone is about to jump out of the shadows and grab me. Yet, that isn't going to happen, sorry. I heard the footsteps, ignoring them as I continued my jaunt back to my place. If someone were going to grab me, well – then they would suffer. Grinning, I began to think about the few young men I have lavished my attentions on that night. The dark haired young men with their rock groins pressing against my legs, my thighs like attention-starved puppies. I wasn't about to sleep with them, men are meaningless to me. A quick fuck, none of them turned my head.
Suddenly, there I was – home. With a chuckle, I dashed up to the front stoop and unlocked the door to my flat; though, I could still hear the footsteps approaching. Shutting my door, I cautiously peered out to see who was coming. The man came up and continued on. Ah, a sap of a gentleman on his way home. Shrugging, I moved into the flat to get a good nights rest.
Another day gone by; another workday passed as I rode the bus home. I straightened my skirt a bit as I shifted my weight; the jostling of the bus making my tits sway and bounce. Of course, I had a grin on my face the entire ride back to my stop.
Sliding off the bus, I began to make the ½ block trek back to the flat. My feet were killing me but my stems looked beautiful as I loosened the top couple buttons of my blouse. Soon I was bounding onto my porch with a turn and click of my key, I was in my cool flat without a care in the world. I removed my jacket as I placed my purse beside my shoe rack and slowly headed into the kitchen to put on the kettle for some tea. On my way through to the kitchen, I clicked on my CD case and started one of my CD's of Nina Simone. God I love that bitch of a woman!
Humming along with the music, the kettle slowly steaming up; I began to flip through some meaningless magazine when I heard my CD switch to another song... not Nine Simone. The music was throbbing through the flat, pulsing like a heart beat. With a sigh, I knew this music wouldn't relax me – this was music I usually worked out or fucked to. My stems clicked as I made my way back to the CD case, determined to find out why my Nina stopped play when yes... it happened.
The kettle went off.
With a jump, I laughed and forgot about the music, spinning around and jogged a bit to the kitchen when someone's hand suddenly encased my wrist and spun me around. Blinking, and thinking that isn't wasn't right – I spun with the hand and went to swing with my other only to get shoved hard into my coat rack. I stumbled back and landed hard on rump, only to look up to see a ski-masked man's hand entangling into my hair and yanking me hard onto my knees.
"What the fuck!"
His right hand met my cheek, making bright stars appear behind my eyes as I heard his gruff whispering voice.
"Such language from such a lady is unheard of. Unless you are a cock-teasing slut. Is that what you are Hunny?"
All I could do was glare at him, grabbing his hair that was encasing my fine brown locks. He slapped my hand away before I could fully clutch his wrist.
"Proper Ladies speak when spoken to, so I guess you are the cock-teasing slut I first took you for."
