He tightened the grip around my neck and I feared it would be something that needed a lot of makeup to cover.
�Yeah I heard you. And I do remember you but I�m sure you don�t remember me.� He examined me and ran his hand over my chest stopping to squeeze my breast,
�Have I fucked you already?� He released a sick laugh, �Because I don�t do bitches twice.� A couple of his buddies laughed at my expense. I tried to pry his hand from my throat but it was an unsuccessful attempt,
�No, you slept with a friend of mine. Her name is�� I looked up at him and wondered why in the hell I was even telling him her name. It wasn�t as if he gave a damn about her or any other woman he had in his bed, bathroom or anywhere else. �Never mind but no I�m not interested.� His hand slid down from my throat and wrapped around my body until his hand was firmly gripping my butt,
�It�s gone be the best fuck you ever had.� Damn, does he not know English? I�m not even an educated person but my English skills and vocabulary are average, if not better than average. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the door, �Come on.� I knew his game and it wasn�t one I was willing to play. By the time he was finished my friend was so battered and bruised she remained secluded in her apartment for three weeks before most of the contusions healed.
His idea of great sex was shoving her around, ripping her clothes off, pouring alcohol all over her and making her do whatever he wanted. He threw her on the bed and fucked her up the ass, he even slapped her around and choked her. After he was finished with her, he made her walk downstairs � naked and in front of all his entourage � to make him a sandwich. He kicked her out at four o�clock in the morning and she had to find her own way back to Manhattan from goddamn New Jersey.
�No thanks.� His face took on an animalistic scowl and my arm felt as if it were being pulled out of its socket when he yanked me towards him. I can�t believe this. I�m a fucking model on the cover of magazine after magazine. I�m about to be abducted from a packed nightclub in New York City and raped. He pulled me so hard my ankle turned and I collapsed into his body, holding onto his arm for support.
�Get up bitch!� I looked around. Did anyone know what was going on? Did anyone give a damn? I desperately searched for someone I knew, someone who could help me. I�m a strong woman, I stand up for myself but I can�t do anything against six or seven muscle bound black gangsters.
�I said no thanks. I�m sure I�m missing out on something very special but if it�s all the same I�d rather not. I�m here with a friend.� Just when I thought I was going to be in for a terrible night Sid, one of the bodyguards who was employed by Steven�s company, appeared.
After Steven successfully bought out another company he added a security branch to his organization so he wouldn�t have to hire outside men. He also outsourced them to anyone who needed security.
�Sid! Sid! Over here!� He was only one man but this was my only shot. If he couldn�t help me then I wasn�t go to escape my night of torture. To my surprise he began to shake hands and hug the gangster crew that was holding me captive,
�Hey man.� He smiled as he greeted my kidnapper. He then looked over at me, �Brehan, I didn�t know you all knew each other.� It was now or never. I had to get myself out of this,
�Oh yeah. We�re long time friends.� I pulled my arm from the ape�s grasp, �But I was just about to leave. My friend is waiting on me.� My arm was throbbing as I felt the blood began to surge through my arm again. He came over to me and hugged me,
�I haven�t seen you in a while. You�ve been looking great.� I wasn�t in the mood for compliments, I just wanted to get the hell away from those thugs. I began to squeeze through the crowd as Sid called out,
�Steven is a lucky man. I heard about�� Before he could finish I was halfway back to Amanda. At that moment I couldn�t even think or care about Steven I was concentrating on saving my own ass.
I got back to the table too see that nothing had changed. Amanda was still the life of the party and her nipple was still the special guest. She called out to me, her arms stretched in my direction,
�Brehan, baby I love you. Come here. Where have you been?� A couple of people shifted and I slid in next to her. Suddenly her face dropped and she looked sad and sympathetic as she ran her hand over my hair, �Sweetheart you don�t look like you�re having as much fun as I am.� Hell, was anyone in this bitch having more fun than her intoxicated ass? She pushed a shot in front of me, �That will make you feel a lot better. Trust me I know these things.� I rolled my eyes at the knowledge she possessed but a drink is just what I needed to calm my rattled nerves after what felt like a near death experience. She handed me the shot and stuck the lime in her mouth. I leaned down and slowly ran my tongue over her pink nipple then decorated it with the salt. As I executed the perfect shot everyone seemed to clap and soon began shouting for an encore. I�ve never hesitated in pleasing an audience and repeatedly licked her nipple until it was erect. I took it in my mouth and sucked hard as I pulled her other breast out of her top and began to squeeze it. It was so dark back in the corner that I didn�t think people watching would be anything to worry about. Besides, the group had pretty much surrounded us anyway. She gripped my hair and the harder she did it the more I knew she was enjoying how I was making her feel. I was pulled from Amanda and turned to see a pretty cute guy smiling at me,
�You two look great together but she�s mine tonight.� He held my head and shoved his tongue down my throat and I felt my crotch throb, �Why don�t you join us.� It was tempting and I really wanted to get laid but I didn�t want to do anything with Amanda. The little show I put on was about as far as I wanted to go with her. Amanda was a pretty girl but she didn�t make me wet and horny. She just didn�t do it for me.
�No thanks. You two enjoy yourselves I don�t want to intrude.� I leaned down and kissed Amanda on the cheek and whispered in her ear,
�Have fun doll face and do everything I would do.� Before I left her I pulled her top up and secured her breasts ending the free peepshow.
As I walked out hoping like crazy I didn�t run into the rapist I ran into my potential new friend from Veruka.
�Well surprise, surprise.� I couldn�t hide the look on my face as I grabbed his arm and started walking down the street, �Whoa, whoa. Where are we going?� I turned and looked at him letting my eyes tell him what I wanted. He turned to a couple of his friends who were eagerly watching to see what was going on, �Go on without me. I�ll catch up with you guys tomorrow.� His friends nodded and walked inside. Men were so much easier to ditch than women. If they were girls they would try to tell their friend it was dangerous, wrong or lousy of their friend to leave them to go off with a stranger.
�Where do you live?� I don�t know if the amusement on his face was because he figured a hot young New York girl only cared about a man�s status or because he was happy to share the fruits of his labor,
�Upper East Side.� The land of old money, conservatives and snobbery.
�Are you a rich kid or do you actually have a job?� He laughed as his hand settled on my lower back,
�I make my own money. I�m from Ohio, middle-class family who wanted me to move to the big city.� He looked me, �Cleveland.� I shook my head, too familiar with small thinking ideas of a common family.
�How about yourself? Where are you from?� I stopped and wrapped my arms around his neck telling him I was from no where special. And I meant that, it was nothing special and very forgettable.
Chapter 106
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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