This story is mostly fantasy with some real life experiences woven in. As always, thank you for reading. your feedback and comments are welcome either in the comments section or via email.
I had been looking forward to seeing my friend Jon for a while. He'd moved out of state for work and was back for his sister's 30th birthday party so I was thrilled when I received the invitation to her party at one of the downtown upscale hotels. I carefully chose my dress, a silver cocktail dress that wasn't too awfully short. I selected one of my favorite lingerie sets, a red lace thong and matching half-cup bra. I loved the bra because the lace gently rubbed my pierced nipples and kept them hard and sensitive to the slightest brush.
The finishing touch was a pair of red 4" heels. I decided to put my hair up to accentuate the slender line of my throat. Pirouetting in front of the mirror I smiled at my reflection, sexy, but not slutty with just enough cleavage and thigh.
I checked the time and headed out to my car. I loved my sporty little car, but it did occasionally prove to be a challenge getting into and out of the low slung seat without showing too much! Chuckling to myself, "Well, someone will get a lucky show."
Still smiling, I murmured to myself while I started the car and backed out to the street, "Alexa, you're not a slut! Well, not all the time anyway."
Parking in the public garage close to the hotel, I slid out of the car and smoothed my dress, looking around to see if anyone was watching. The garage looked deserted as I headed to the elevators, my heels clicking on the garage floor. Riding the elevator to the ground floor, I walked out to the sidewalk and looked around for the hotel.
"Shoot! I came out on the wrong side of the garage." I reread the directions and I was following them correctly.
"Jon must've made a mistake." I thought.
I made my way around the corner and wrinkled my nose at the smell as I passed a public restroom. Picking up my pace, I saw someone coming toward me. He had a somewhat disheveled look and moved with the halting step of someone who might be either high or a little drunk. I edged away from him toward the curb, ready to step farther away if need be.
As we draw closer, my eyes still watching him warily, he said:
"Excuse me, miss. Do you have the time?" I could feel his eyes on me as he looked me up and down, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity.
Holding up my wrist to show him, "Ummm, I'm afraid not, I'm not wearing a watch."
I started to move past him with a quick step, but he grabbed my wrist tightly with his big hand. Startled, I tried to jerk my wrist away and open my mouth to scream, but he quickly twisted my arm painfully behind my back.
"Stop, please, you're hurting me! I have some money in my bag, please take it and let me gooo!" I wailed.
Drawing a long, nasty looking blade from his belt, he held it against my throat and snarled. "Shut the fuck up bitch!"
"One more word from you and I'll slit your fucking throat."
Trying to remain still, I whimpered, "Please don't hurt me."
He pushed my arm up higher on my back, sending sharp jolts of pain through my shoulder.
His voice low and menacing in my ear, "I don't want your money you little slut; you know what I want, don't you?"
I whimpered softly as the blade lightly caressed my throat.
He continued, "Now, we can do it the hard way or easy way. If you want to keep that pretty little throat intact, you'll do exactly what I say. And if you're really nice to me, you won't get hurt, much."
I shivered at his last word, "Please, please don't hurt me."
"Good cunt!"
I stumbled slightly as he began to push me, steering me toward the public restrooms. I gasped and tried to halt my steps, "No, please no."
"Move cunt!" He pushed me harder toward the men's restroom.
Kicking the door open, he shoved me, stumbling into the filthy room. Turning, he placed a metal bar under the door handle to keep anyone else from entering.
I regained my balance and pressed myself against the wall; my eyes darted around the room seeing the 4 sinks, 4 urinals, and 4 toilets. Scattered along the wall were old newspapers and liquor, wine, and beer bottles. I suppressed the urge to vomit and closed my eyes to try to block out the images. I was terrified, but felt an all too familiar heat begin to rise in my belly. "Oh God, how can this be happening? How can this be turning me on?"
I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and feelings of depraved lust.
He smiled and eyed me, eyes like a predator's. His lips curled in a wicked grin as he slipped the knife back into the sheath on his belt.
"OK bitch! Let's see how good you are now!" He barked.
"Strip, now! Take your fucking dress off!"
"What? Here?" I whimpered.
His left hand snapped out and exploded against my right cheek, snapping my head to the side. SLAP! This was quickly followed by his right hand exploding against my left cheek, snapping my head back. SLAP!
"Owwwww!" I cried out in pain, reaching up to rub my reddened cheeks.
"Don't fucking talk back to me slut! Either you do as I say or I'll fuck you up!"
As my eyes began to well with tears, I reached behind me to unzip my dress. My fingers trembled, fumbling to pull the zipper.
Impatient, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and spun me around, shoving me hard against the wall before jerking the zipper down.
The cool air hit my back as he snatched the shoulders of my dress and jerked it down.
Spinning back around to face him he growled, "Get it off cunt!"
I shoved my dress down over my hips to pool around my feet. I stood, looking down at the floor, trembling as I stood before him in my bra and thong.
He reached down to grab my dress and threw it across the room. Leering, he hissed, "Red, huh? You were looking to get fucked tonight, weren't you cunt?"
My face reddened not only at his words but also at the heat as it began to spread throughout my body.
He slapped me hard again. SLAP! SLAP!
"Answer me you fucking slut!"
I cried out, "No, please!"
He laughed cruelly, "I'll bet you're so scared, you could piss yourself right now. Couldn't you?"
I blushed hotly and shook my head, whimpering, "N-no."
"Bullshit!" He snapped.
"Do it!"
I looked up into his cold eyes, my eyes wide with fear, "W-what?"
"Piss yourself pig! NOW!"
I sobbed and groaned as I clenched my cunt, forcing the first dribbles of piss into my thong. First dribbles, then more, the thin fabric of my thong quickly became saturated and then the piss began to trail down the inside of my thighs and finally began to splatter onto the dirty floor between my feet. I moaned softly as I degraded myself in front of this stranger.
"Take 'em off."
Whimpering softly, I peeled my soaked thong down my legs and stepped out of them. I held them between my thumb and index finger, offering them to him.
