She was sitting on the bar stool, slowly sipping her Long Island Ice Tea, feeling the burn of the liquor mixed with the coolness of the ice slide down her throat. It had been a long day and she deserved this drink. Her black pencil skirt was riding up her thighs from the smoothness of her silk stockings and the way she was forced to sit on the tall bar stool, her lilac silk shirt clung to her body and showed off her well-maintained form. Just by looking at her, you can tell she works out. Her 2 inch black heels were laying on the floor under her stool and her pedicured toes were curled around the bottom rung of the stool. Her long red hair was pulled up in a bun, with a few loose tendrils shadowing her ivory face, her almond shaped blue eyes looked like deep pools of water, and her petite small pink lips looked as if they constantly stayed moist. She was a vision.
On the stool next to her was her large over-sized purse. Her cell phone was ringing, she took it out, looked at it, and rolled her eyes, flipping open her phone with a loud sigh she said, "yes Phillip? What is it that couldn't wait until morning?" She tapped her fingers on the bar top while listening to Phillip on the phone, she stopped tapping her fingers, took a deep drink and glared into the mirror. "WHAT did you just say?" She screamed into the phone. She grabbed her purse, threw some money on the bar and said, "I am on my way. Tell Jones to unlock the gate." She slammed her phone shut, threw it in her purse and stomped out of the bar. She crawled into her jet black Mercedes, put the key in the ignition and closed her eyes while she started the car. Her mercedes was the one joy she had in life and just turning it on, she got wet.
She pulled into the gate outside work, parked in her slot and turned her car off. Grabbing her purse, she started to get out of the car when someone threw a cloth over her mouth and drug her backwards. She was flailing her arms and trying to get free, but whoever had her, wasn't letting her go. She then heard a voice say, "hold her still." A hand came in front of her face and then it went black as she was blindfolded and gagged. Each man grabbed an arm and pulled her further from her car.
After they had drug her for awhile, one let go of her arm and she felt a rope go around her wrist and felt it get tight, she then felt her arm being pulled above her head. The same was done with her other arm, she was dangling. She had no idea who had taken her or how many was there.
She felt a hand run up her leg and under her skirt, she tried to kick them away, then she felt two different hands grab her ankles and hold her still as the other person continues to run up her skirt. Then, another hand was on her other leg and before she knew it, she felt her skirt being ripped off her. She felt exposed, her t-back undies were the same shade as her shirt. She felt hands grab her shirt and RIPPPPPPPP her shirt was tore off her as well. She heard several men laughing and saying, "man, she is HOT! Look at those tits!" Fear ripped through her, she struggled to get free, she knew it was useless, but she had to try.
