Oakley
What is that drumming and why does it hurt. I feel so stiff and dizzy. There is a heavyweight around my waist. After the minute of deliriousness, I do a quick body scan. My head hurt, my muscles are sore, but I feel oddly comfortable. There is a warmth surrounding me. I've never felt this secure. Wait a minute, why am I feeling Like this. What happened last night. I went out, but I can't remember how I feel got home. I am home, right? I finally open my eyes and see an unfamiliar room. No no no I didn't. I really hope I didn't. Not even remembering it would be worse. I could cry right now.
I shift a bit and turn around to see the weight on my waist is a muscular arm. The tears are getting closer and closer to spilling. I look down at my body and see that I still have my dress on. What? Did I do it or maybe I didn't. It certainly couldn't have been good if there is barely a wrinkle on my dress. I can't see the guy's face because he is facing away from me, but his muscles speak for themselves. His strong back is kinda sexy. I don't think I've ever seen a back that is this sexy. I shimmy out of his grasp and look at the clock. It's 5:30 in the morning. Well, I guess I will have a nice bubble bath and an early bedtime tonight. I quickly feel down there to make sure this man is actually a gentleman. I don't feel sore and there doesn't seem to be any traces of sex not that I would know what that feels like. Huh, I guess he is a good guy after all. I peak at him one more time and give him a little salute. From me and the rest of the women out there, thank you for your kindness and consideration.
After that, I grab my heels and make a mad dash for the door. Never to see this man again and probably never going out drinking again. Well, this was an experience that I will look back at and enjoy. I will look back at this and learn. I call that a successful night in my book. As I walk down the stairs, I look around. Goodness, this is a nice place. It's two floors, high up and polished floor to ceiling. What I would do to relax in a place like this alone. It's would be like my own sky world up here.
Don't focus on the pretty floors or the gorgeous kitchen or the beautiful chandelier. Oh, it's such a pretty chandelier. No focus on the mission at hand. Stealth mode is on and no distractions can be present. Step one, get out of the apartment. Step two, hail a cab and hope it's not too far from my house. I only brought like 50 dollars with me and most of that was spent on drinks. I quickly check inside my purse, which the gentleman was kind enough to place on the nightstand. I walk to the elevator but get a little distracted on the way. The view from here is amazing. I close my eyes and breathe it in. Just for a minute, I pretend that this was my life. No one in the world knew where I was, but I was only up here. Sipping morning tea after a relaxing morning, getting ready to go shopping. I have no explanation as to how I got here and was able to afford this life, but I'm at peace now. It's my hidden place high in the clouds. I'm not saying money can buy my happiness, but it would allow me to live a relaxing life. Maybe I'll get close to someone or maybe not. All I know is no one can find me in my cloud paradise.
My minute is up and now I have to get going. I'm sad the moment is ending, but I know that this feeling will come again. The exciting part is that I have no idea where I'll be when it does. I get into the elevator and press the lobby. Hopefully, it's too early for anyone to be down there, judging the people who pass by. My insecure ass would probably start crying. I am the world's ugliest crier. My whole face gets affected. My cheeks and eyes get red. My nose starts running and even my ears start to itch. You can say it's unrelated, but every time I cry my ears itch.
I sift through my clutch looking for any cash I might still have left. Maybe I could take the bus, but only if I don't have enough for a cab. I don't even know if they run this early in the morning. It's either that or walking. I almost give up hope when I see a ten at the bottom of my purse. Huh did I put that in there recently? It doesn't matter. I just hope this is enough.
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I reach the lobby and slowly peer out of the elevator. My stealth mode is too much to handle so when I see no one, I quickly run to the door. My heels are making little clicks against each other and I probably resemble a penguin rather than an Olympic runner. It's only about what I look like in my mind and in my mind, I'm freaking Usain Bolt. I get to the street and look around. This is the posh part of the city. I'm well off enough not to be in the bad part, but certainly nowhere near this part. The first hammer in my plan, I don't know if cabs are out this early. The second hammer in my plan, I doubt there are any bus stops close by. I walk out into the middle of the street trying to find any headlights within walking distance. Stealth mode turns off as I stomp to the sidewalk. A few minutes later I see a cab parked on the side of the road. The lights were turned on so I assumed it was open. I knocked on the passenger side window just to be sure. The guy looks up from his phone. He has bags under his eyes and gives me a creepy vibe, but it's this or nothing. I hop in and ask the guy how far my street is. I decided against telling him my building. I ask if ten-dollar is enough to get me that far and he says it won't. Well, that's just perfect. I tell him to take me as close to that street as ten dollars will get me.
He pulls away from the curb and starts driving. "You know since you don't have enough, you could do something to pay me the rest," he says in a gruff voice. I immediately get disgusted, but surely he can't be that blunt.
"Like what?"
"Well your mouth around my dick will get you the full way," he smirks. I cannot believe he actually is that blunt.
"Can you please let me out of the car," I say getting uncomfortable. He won't force me to do anything, right? Are people really that low? I doubt this guy gets any on his own anyway.
"Come on sweetheart just until I cum. Then I'll bring you right to your place. Maybe if you're good this could be a regular thing. I give you free rides in exchange for a good sucking."
I need to get out of this car. That chances of him forcing me are getting much more possible. "I said no now let me out of the car." I raise my voice trying to sound intimidating. I can't speak for the driver, but in my ears, I sounded like a scared baby. I try the door handles, but they are locked. The man slows down and pulls to the side of the road. This could go one of two ways. This man kindly lets me go and lessens his chance of going to hell or tries to come onto me and I kick him in the balls. Then I make a run for it. We can't be that far away from my building. He pulls over to the side of the road and turns around in his seat.
"Come here honey, I know you want it." I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. I try the doors again, but they are still locked. "What part of no do you not understand asshole. Let me out of the car," I yell.
"You could have made this easier on yourself you know," he starts to climb back. I have been so close to crying too many times this morning. It is absolutely ridiculous because I'm not a crier. I break down into a mess so trying to avoid that is key. Of course, if a guy is trying to rape me, I have bigger things on my mind other than my face swelling up and turning into a tomato. It almost sounds as if I'm allergic to crying.
Not today I think as I give him a hard kick to his manhood. He collapses down and his head ends up on my lap. Ok maybe I didn't think this through, but it's not like I had many options. I should have punched him and knocked him out. I feel his hands try to move under my dress. I slap them away and punch the top of his head repeatedly until he slouches down. I shove him away and reach over to unlock the door. I would like to send a quick thank you to the self-defense classes I took when I first got here.
