Lacey stood in front of the mirror, lining her eyes with the liner pencil, and listening to her mp3 player. It was a cheap knock off, what trickster could afford something name brand, besides make-up? Smokey eyes next, then mascara, everything waterproof, because tears and rain were unpredictable. That, and some men liked to cum all over a girl's face. Waterproof meant that a tissue was enough, with minimal damage to the makeup. Once she was done, she looked over her reflection. Her green eyes popped with the dark makeup, her long black hair curled just right. The halter top showed off her shoulders, and midriff. Her miniskirt was low enough to show off the rhinestone belly piercing, and almost short enough to show her asscheeks. She knew her black lacy thong and matching bra were perfect underneath. Now to head to the club.
The car slowed to a stop and the valet opened the door. Lacey swung both legs out to stand. Her clutch strap was wrapped around her wrist and she let it dangle as she walked to the bouncer. She showed her ID and waited for her hand stamp. She was only 19 and couldn't be served alcohol, but she could get in to dance and do business, but that wasn't an advertised kind of thing. She entered the dimmed lobby, and could hear the base beat. She went through the second set of doors into the club, and the strobe lights lit everything momentarily and made the scene jump. She made her way out and picked a spot to start dancing. It didn't take long to get attention.
Daniel hadn't been out in a long time. Work had taken over his life the last three months, working on a major project, that hopefully would gain him the raise he wanted. It had been even longer since he had gotten laid. So, he found himself out looking for an easy score. An hour later, there she was, black hair to her waist, swinging as her ass swayed to the beat. Her little hot pink skirt was short enough to just tantalize with the bottom of her round globes. Her white halter was just barely holding in her DD titties, and contrasted nicely with her perfectly tanned skin. He headed to the floor to see how she reacted to him, getting close and moving with the beat. Lacey cocked her head to the side to look out of the corner, and backed into him, matching move for move. She liked the two day stubble and his slightly too long dark hair. The lighting was too eratic to see what color his eyes were, but the expression on his face was determined. Lacey made her mark.
After the next song, she turned and grinned and motioned towards the tables. Daniel grinned back and led the way. The tables were elbow high and had no chairs. Lacey stood close, and asked in his ear how his evening was going. She had to lean into him and tippy toe even in her six inch heels. Daniel took the opportunity to put an arm around her, brushing the bottom edge of her skirt as he did. He grinned and leaned down to her ear.
"Better now. You look good enough to eat." Lacey smirked at the corny line, given in a deep Texan accent, but smiled up at him, her slightly crooked but pearly white teeth gleaming in the strobe light.
"I'd let you do that for free." she said. Daniel tensed. The hot little bitch was a whore, he thought. He grunted.
"Yeah? Let's go someplace quiet." He suggested. Lacey's smiled broadened as she nodded. Daniel took her wrist and led the way to the door. Lacey got a niggling voice in the back of her mind, but she brushed it aside. She needed rent money, so she kept up with his pace. They breezed through the lobby and outside, his car wasn't far from the entrance. He had her in and was driving off the lot before she could think to say no, nevermind. Daniel was on the highway, headed out of town to his deer lease. Lacey knew she was in deep shit when she saw 35 and they were headed north out of Denton. She had a Saturday afternoon class on campus, and this was not a good sign she was going to make it.
"What's your name?" she asked, not sure he would answer.
"Daniel. What's yours?" he replied.
"Lacey." she gave her real name. She normally went by Daisy while working.
"Why do you do this to yourself, Lacey?" he asked.
"Do what? I didn't kidnap myself." she retorted.
"Whore yourself. Why?" he clarified.
"My student aid isn't enough to cover my rent, and my schedule prevents me from getting a real job." she whispered.
"Some might consider what you do attempted suicide. Have you considered the STD's?" he asked.
"I use protection. I'm not completely stupid." She lifted her clutch. Too bad she didn't have a phone in it. He snorted.
"Not tonight, bitch." He stated. Lacey let a tear silently roll down her cheek.
Twenty minutes later, he turned off the highway onto a graded gravel road. It was so dark, Lacey could see so many stars out the window. 'I'm gonna die tonight, and no one will ever know what happened.' she thought to herself. Daniel stopped the car at the end of the gravel. Lacey couldn't see anything beyond the car. There was no way she could run, heels or barefoot, and she wouldn't have a clue which way to go. Daniel got out and came around the car to open her door. Lacey sat there looking up at him for a moment before he reached down and took hold of her wrist.
"Kick off them heels," Daniel's voice was gruff. He could feel his dick getting hard, just looking at those green eyes, her fear evident. Lacey did as she was told, and yelped when he hefted her lithe 5'2" 115 pound body up and over his shoulder. He shut the car door and shifted her slightly, then headed to the camper he had parked a little bit back from the drive. He opened the door from memory, it was nearly too dark to see. The doorway was too narrow for him to carry her through, so he set her down on her feet, kept hold of her hips and pushed steadily until she started backing up and he followed her in.
He let go long enough to shut the door and snap the padlock closed. Lacey backed up in the dark until her hips bumped a table. She put her hands back to steady herself. Daniel flipped on a lantern hung by the door, and Lacey was momentarily blinded, giving Daniel enough time to cross the small camper and pin her against the table. He grabbed her wrists and pulled, then backed her towards the bed that dominated one end of the camper. When Lacey's calves touched the bed, Daniel shoved and she fell back on the mattress. Her skirt flipped up and Daniel got a good glimpse of the black scrap of lace covering her mons.
Lacey was concentrating on trying to breathe, the fall knocking the breath out of her. As she inhaled, the musky scent of the man who slept in this bed filled her nostrils. It wasn't unpleasant, and Lacey could only assume it was him. Then, she got the wind knocked out again, as Daniel covered her, nudging her knees apart with his own. He reached down and grasped her hands, pulling them above her head. She gasped for breath, as he licked the curve of her collarbone. Daniel inhaled the scent of her. She had used some sort of perfumed body wash, but it wasn't overpowering like a sprayed perfume would be. He was going to savor this. He raised up and let his hands trail down her arms, across her breasts still covered in black lace, down her ribs and to her hips, where he gripped and raised her to scoot her higher in the bed. Lacey could do nothing but be his ragdoll. His touch had lit a fire in her she didn't know existed. Daniel stripped off his shirt, watching her in the dim light, kicking off his boots. Lacey watched him as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and realized he was commando. He sprung out and at half mast was an impressive eight inches, and thick as she had ever seen. Lacey licked her bottom lip and wondered what he tasted like. Daniel spasmed watching her lick her lips. He bent and crawled up the bed over her. When he got to the apex of her legs he leaned down and inhaled. Her musky scent, slightly tangy, made him heady with lust.
Lacey instinctively, by habit, spread her legs slightly. Daniel responded by leaning on his elbows and reaching for the scraps on the side and pulled her panties down. Lacey lifted her ass to give him easier access.
"There's a good little whore." he said. His words kept her from drifting into that space in her head where she went while working, that made this bearable. Once he had her panties off, he climbed back up, lifting her legs and spreading them further apart. Her bare pussy parted slightly as well, and her scent filled the room. Daniel lowered himself to the mattress and settled with her legs up on his shoulders. He used a hand to grip her hip, and the other to pull the hood back from her clit. It was swollen already, bright red.
Daniel flattened his tongue on it, and rubbed left and right, then bit down lightly. Lacey squealed and jerked, raising up on her elbows. She pulled up and scooted her pussy away from his mouth. Her movement pissed him off, he raised a hand and brought it down flat on her lips in retaliation. Lacey yelped. Daniel stood and yanked on an ankle, then strapped it into the velvet cuff he already had tied to the frame. Then pulled the other into the opposite side. Lacey struggled, but had no leverage. He crawled up her to straddle her belly, and grabbed first her right wrist and secured it then her left. Lacey was spread wide, open for him, whatever he wanted to do to her, nothing she could do to stop him. He sat back, admiring his work.
Her boobs were barely contained in her bra, and he wanted to see and taste them. He reached down and squeezed them, not gently. Lacey mewed in the back of her throat, the pain mixing with her helplessness to heighten her pleasure. He moved and unsnapped her bra, her breasts springing free, her areolas the size of half dollars, her nipples already stiff. Daniel scooted his hips back, and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, his hand going to the other and rolling it between his thumb and finger. His hard pole pressed into her belly, a drop of his precum smearing along it. Lacey arched her back and pushed up into his mouth, her breasts always had been sensitive, just not played with much. Most customers had her on her belly or all fours. She gasped and moaned as he scraped teeth against her. Then he released that nipple, scraped his stubbled chin across the sensitive skin of her chest to the other side, and spent the same attention to that breast. Once Lacey was panting, he rubbed his way down her belly, back to her slit.
