-VEA-

I was dressed in a body-hugging dress, and wearing nothing underneath. My cleavage was hanging out, and you could see the shape of my nipples through the fabric. There was no visible seam around my hips because I did not have underwear on, and I entered the pub with my long hair draped around my curves.

Several heads turned.

I walked down the side of the counter, and slid into a seat. Placing my purse down, I put my chin on my palm and waited for a few seconds.

A guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink. I flashed a charming smile at him, and accepted his kind offer. He sat next to me, eyes dropping down to my chest every now and then. He had an ugly moustache on his face, and I rambled on and on about the most mundane things ever, and watched in amusement as he tried to flatter me by behaving as if I was engaging.

Well, sometimes you had to go through yap city to get to pound town.

Our cups of whiskey arrived after a while, and I took it up to my lips, sipping from it. His eyes were hazy with desire, and I had him wrapped around my pinky finger. Setting my cup down, I smacked my lips before I parted my thighs slightly.

And gave him a glimpse of what was between.

I left my seat and picked up my purse, smiling at him. “I have to go to the ladies.” And I left for the restrooms.

But I didn’t go into the ladies at all. I hid behind the wall leading to the restrooms, and watched the man. He reached into his pocket, removed a small plastic bag. He took a pill from it, and dropped it into my cup. I parted from the wall, and fluffed up my hair before I came back out and climbed onto my seat again.

“I’m back.”

Stolen story; please report.

He didn’t speak as I looked past his shoulder and waved. He turned around, and in that time, I switched our cups. He faced me again, and I picked up the cup nearest to me and finished it. He glanced at the cups, and didn’t touch the one next to him.

“That was great!” I exclaimed, waving a hand at my face. He grinned at the sight of my boobs moving, and I went on and on about more stupid shit until finally, the minute hand ticked far enough. I rubbed my hand on my forehead, and shut my eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel so great,” I lied. “I think I’ve had too much to drink.”

“Let me bring you back to your place.”

“No, I - No - “ I said, and hobbled off the seat. I swayed dramatically on my feet, and collided into his arms.

“C’mon.”

“My head is spinning - “ I said, and pretended to be drunk as he collected me off my feet, and took me out the pub and right into his back seat.

I sprawled along the back seat, my eyes still shut like I had passed out. I waited patiently as the streetlights went in and out of the cabin, and the car took a few turns and went over some bumps. Soon, it rolled to a stop, and I heard the man opening and closing the car door. Then, I felt my body being lifted up again.

He carried me into a motel and threw my body on the bed. Grabbing onto my silver purse, I heard him throwing it to the floor, and I opened my eyes halfway to look around dizzily.

“Where am I?” I said.

“At home, honey,” he replied. I sat up, and saw the lit screen of my phone peeking out of my purse.

“No, I’m not,” I said, trying to get to my feet. But he shoved my shoulders back and I went crashing onto the bed again. He climbed up over me, and slid the strap of my dress down one shoulder, pulling it down until my right breast was showing.

“Help!” I screamed.

The man covered my mouth after swearing, and his hands reached between my legs to push my dress up to my hips. They left my body temporarily and I heard him unzip himself before his body flew off mine.

Hurled into the dresser, the mirror shattered upon impact all over him. It fell down on his head, scratching the skin there until it bled profusely. He smeared it with his hands, staring at it, then glaring at him. Cursing under his breath, he escaped out the motel door and I never saw him again.

I sat up on the bed, and tidied my dress up. I stared at him.

Ruthlow.

He had his phone in his hand, and it was showing the screen that was tracking my phone. I watched as he looked down at my purse, and picked up my phone. He threw both phones to the ground, then walked up to the foot of the bed. I looked up at him through smudged mascara. His expression was cold.

“What are you doing, Vea?”