Grace looked at the address in the text message and glanced up and down the street. Her blind date was set for this address but there was no bristro around. Unless it was one of those pop up restaurants that were all the rage with the foodie set, Grace thought. She headed to the door that matched the address on her phone and tentatively opened the door.
Marie looked at the Bistro De Carmont and wondered what was going on. She had set up a CNC with a professional fantasy company and had no clue it would be so real. She headed to the hostess and asked for Jack. The young bored woman nodded and indicated the table across the patio. She headed there and found a handsome, formerly in a frat, who now runs an investment fund, looking charmer. Even his smile was designed to hide what a douche he was. Marie applauded the casting.
"Grace?" The douche said, getting her name wrong on purpose. This was some accurate fantasy work. She felt like she was on Fantasy Island, where they just nailed all the details.
"Just call me Marie." Marie said, offering her hand not even willing to acknowledge the misnaming.
"Okay, have a seat. I ordered the bruschetta. It is excellent here." Jack said, looking at her legs as she took her seat. Her skirt was very short.
Jack looked at the woman across from him. She was so much different from what Peter had described. She was not dressed like a nun on a pass for the weekend. She looked a little like a tart. The kind of slut he knew was bad for him that he was trying to avoid. The kind of girl that made him think about getting her a little drunk, dropping her defenses, then dropping her panties. He was looking for a wife, not a good time. He was going to have words with Peter.
He had to clean up his image or he was going to lose his corporate backing. Peter was supposed to be setting him up with a real dowdy, do-gooder, that never had sex that made her sweat, let alone the rough shit he liked. He wanted to keep his married life and his sex life separate.
This was no dowdy, do-gooder. This was a tramp looking for a rough fuck, he could smell it coming off of her. She looked nervous but her thighs kept rubbing together. She was giving off mixed messages. She was acting aloof but her body language was all green lights. He ordered a bottle of wine not even bothering to ask if she had a preference. He wasn't trying to impress a slut. Loosen her up, then loosen her holes.
Marie pretended to drink more than she actually drank. Somehow this fantasy had morphed into something else, it was more of a date rape than a surprise attack. She wanted to experience all of it, not forget it in a drunken haze. She kept pour portions of her glass into the flower box and he kept filling it up. She started to slur a bit to signal him that the wine had worked so he would stop pouring it for her. He grabbed the check soon after she did and paid right away.
Jack looked at her, she had imbibed a lot of wine and he wanted her with low defenses not passed out. The instant her words started slurring he knew he did not have long. He rushed her out of the bistro and to his car. He helped her into the seat and buckled her in. He got in the drivers side and looked at her as her head lolled. He reached over and flipped up her skirt so he could see the lace black panties that covered her crotch.
Marie, smirked behind the veil of her hair. She knew that was what he was looking for from her.
Jack drove to a nearby no tell, motel and went inside to get a room. No sense in taking trash back to his house where she might come back or if she is butt hurt enough to bring back some cops. Best to keep her from knowing too much about him. He pulled her from the car to the motel room as he opened the door with a metal key because the motel was older than God's first apartment.
He moved her inside and Marie struggled to keep up her drunken ruse. She bounced on the bed and was afraid she might laugh. He stood over her prone body and kicked her legs apart. He pulled her shirt up over her face and grabbed her tits. He was brutally mauling them through her bra. She groaned in pain because he was being very aggressive. He tore open her bra and let her tits free.
"Fuck! Those are some big titties, whore." Jack growled. "I am real glad you were built to fuck. Hope that twat is not flapping around, if it is I will have to go straight back door."
Marie stiffened. She had not given permission for anal. She tried to sit up and Jack put his hand on her throat and squeezed. She felt the edges go black and when she came back he was pulling off her panties.
"Look at that wet slut hole. Little drink and your box floods like the river valley in the rain storm." Jack laughed, plunging two blunt fingers deep into her cunt.
