Note: I don’t generally write fiction, but the following story is a combination of a few fantasies that have been floating around my head for quite some time. I expect it to run over several posts as it is still a work in progress. I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to leave feedback!!
I’m sat at a table in the corner of the pub. She’s sitting at the bar, waiting for someone. She doesn’t know I’m watching her. She doesn’t know that the girl she’s waiting for isn’t going to turn up.
I know.
I am that girl.
Though you wouldn’t know it to look at me tonight.
I’m dragged up and packing. My breasts are bound, my face showing stubble.
The door opens and she turns her head. She’s getting worried now, she’s starting to suspect she’s been stood up. I put down my pint and walk up to the other end of the bar. I catch the barmaid’s attention….
“a drink for the lady in the red dress”.
She pours the drink, a double rum and coke and I chuckle to myself. The girl has had at least 3 of those while I’ve been watching her, she must be at least tipsy by now, much easier to take advantage of.
As the drink is placed in front of her and the barmaid tells her who it’s from, she looks along the bar at me and blushes. I smile at her, I know I can put her at ease. Shyly she mouths “thank you” to me, and watches as I walk closer to her.
I know what turns this girl on. She doesn’t know it, but I know all her weaknesses, all her dirty little fantasies. I learnt them all through the months of being the girl she’s waiting for. The intimate discussions, the dirty phonecalls.
My heart beats hard as I speak, worried she might hear something familiar in my voice, that the game will be up.
“you look like you’re waiting for someone”
“I was meant to meet someone here, but they’ve not turned up”
“I’m sorry to hear that, though I don’t know why someone would stand up such a pretty girl.”
She blushes deeper red and looks away. I rest my arm around her shoulders and feel her tense up slightly.
“I’ve been watching you all night, thinking of all the things I’d love to do to you. In fact, you’ve got me quite turned on.”
Her breathing freezes as she tries to figure out what to do. She tries to shrug my arm off of her, but I wont be moved.
“Please let me go, my friend will be here soon”
“No she wont. I know your type. Good for an internet romance and phone sex, but not good enough for the real thing. Only reason they ever turn up is if they think you’re gonna be a good fuck, and you’re obviously not.”
She opens her mouth to object, but my fingers dig into her shoulder and she feels something pressed into her side. A gun, or a knife? She doesn’t know, but she knows enough not to object too much. I lean in and whisper in her ear,
“now, you’ve got me horny bitch, so even though you might not be a good fuck, you’re gonna come back with me and I’m gonna see what pleasure I can get outta your body. Finish that drink.”
She looks at the untouched glass in front of her, she’s not had a chance to drink it, but she picks it up and struggles to down it.
As soon as she puts the glass back down, I guide her off her chair and towards the door.
“please, I need to use the bathroom before we leave,” she whimpers.
“No, you don’t.” She feels the weapon press into her side again, a signal not to argue with me.
We step out of the pub, into the fresh air and head to the nearest taxi rank.
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