I could feel the man behind me in line staring at me. Admittedly, my dress was a bit short and slutty. Black satin, with spaghetti straps and a silver zipper in the front that went all the way from the top to the bottom. It was a circle, so all you had to do was stick your finger in it and pull down to expose everything underneath. Which was nothing but soft skin that smelled of vanilla.

The dress barely sat under my ass. I had black satin flats, I wanted to wear sexy heels but Alex protested. He didn’t want me to roll my ankle during the inevitable struggle. Fair enough but the outfit would have been so much hotter with the strappy heels. And either way I was going to end the night bruised and scraped up.

When it was my turn, I watched contempt replace the smile in the cashiers eyes. She scanned my cookies silence. I quickly paid, and headed out of the doors, feeling like maybe this was a stupid idea.

I headed out of the Food Lion, over towards his apartment, taking the long way so I had to walk down the road behind the shopping plaza instead of across the parking lot like any sane woman. It didn’t take long before I noticed a sketchy shadowy figure in all black. I smiled, thinking it must be Alex but the closer I got, the less sure I actually was. Not to mention that he said he was going to come up behind me with his car and pull me into it. I left my glasses in his room because I didn’t want them to break but now I wished to God I hadn’t.

When I was too close for comfort, I noticed he had a ski mask on. I don’t even think Alex owned one. And I had never seen a pair of timberlands in his house before but what really sealed in it for me was that cologne. What in the actual fuck was that. Alex would NEVER wear Giorgio Armani, he always talks shit about how overplayed and basic it was.

“Alex? Yellow dude I’m scared. Just tell me that’s you. Please.”

I tried to sound calm but you could hear the hint of fear in my voice. The please didn’t help me come off as tough either. But my heart dropped when a too deep voice replied “Who the fuck is Alex?”

I tried to dart away from him, and towards the building, but he was much faster than I had anticipated and way closer than I had gauged. Too trusting, always was a fucking problem of mine. He grabbed my left wrist hard, twisting my arm behind my back and using my own momentum to push me against the wall. He slammed me into the wall, using his body to pin mine against the wall. He towered over me, an easy foot taller than I was.

My right arm was trapped between the wall and my body. He pressed his free hand against my cheek, driving the other side of my face uncomfortably into the brick wall. His hot breath smelled of whisky and something sweet behind it. Maybe a soda or a vape flavor. My stomach was in knots when he said “Struggling only makes it more fun for me sweetheart. Unless you want me to knock you out to take you home and fuck you for weeks, you’ll calmly walk over to where this building meets the next and go between them with me. Be a good girl for me, this one time, and I promise it’ll be the only time you pretty little thing.” He kissed my ear lobe, with his obscenely wet lips.

By now, my eyes were filling with tears. I was hopeful it was somehow Alex just really into character but it just….didnt feel like it. This felt so real. This wasn’t how he said he was going to do it and all I could do was hope Alex was going to pull up soon and save me. God, wouldn’t he be so smug. I’d almost rather he not show up than have him be the hero to my damsel in distress.

The unknown man walked me to the edge of the back of the shopping plaza building. The side of the plaza was facing the back of a smaller version of itself. He pushed me into the gap between the two buildings and my already heavy heart sank even further. There’s no way I’d be seen here unless you were looking for me the way one looks for Waldo. He maintained his grip on my left arm but brought it to the front of my body and pressed my back against the side of the plaza building.

He slid his free hand under my ass, cupping it and squatting down so his groin pressed against mine. He pressed into me, yanking my leg up and wrapping it around his body while he stood back up. He used his body weight to pin me against the wall like that, his waist against mine. I pressed my right hand against his chest and felt him become even harder than he was against me. He kissed a tear off my cheek, dragging the tip of his tongue up my cheek to catch the one falling behind it, up to my eye. He kissed me gently on on the temple.

“Don’t struggle and I won’t hurt you. I’ll make it fast and enjoyable for you too. Don’t make this hard or I’ll make this hurt, you understand?”

I meekly nodded, praying Alex would come find me. Save me.

“Good girl.” He said as he kissed my cheek. “I like your pretty dress.”

He grabbed the silver circle that was my zipper and pulled it down just enough to reveal my breasts. He dropped my left wrist, cupping my breasts with his hands, and began to kiss and suck on my nipples. The way he worked my breasts with his mouth, it was like he was trying to nurse. He licked and kissed them, drawing as much of them into his mouth as he could.

He reached his arm between our bodies and down to find my body betraying my fearful mind. I could hear the sickening joy he found in it when he spoke to me.

“So this is what you want, huh you little slut?”

He slipped his fingers into me, briefly.

“You’re so wet already, no need to waste any of the little time I get with you.”

He slipped himself out of his jeans and straight into me. He let out a ragged breath and right in my ear, balls deep inside of me he said “I could tell you had good pussy just looking at you and fuck, was I right baby.”

He drew himself out of me, slowly, almost all the way out and then back in. He was incredibly controlled as he pumped in and out of me. I couldn’t help but moan for him. The way he hit that spot over and over. The way he held me against the wall. The thrill of it. The fear of it.

I’m almost ashamed to admit the way this man had to have me to the point where he took me, was a bit flattering. The passion he was fucking me with unmatched. It almost was like Alex fucking me, only so much more intense. So raw. I could feel him quickly losing that control. I tried to hold back my moans, not wanting him to have any more satisfaction than my body was already providing him with.

“It’s ok, I know you like that don’t you? You fucking tease. Wearing that dress, with no panties. This is what you wanted isn’t it?”

He began to pump into me faster and faster, hard. I could feel the brick wall cutting up my back.

“You fucking little slut. You like that huh? You fucking like that dick don’t you bitch?”

He practically spit the words into my hair, leaning over me, pounding into me.

“I can feel you cumming on my cock, and now you’re going to clean your mess up you little slut.”

He pulled out of me, lowering me to the ground. He shoved me onto my knees, and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue like I knew he wanted me to. He shoved his pussy soaked cock into my waiting mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head and fucked my face as hard as he had just fucked me against the wall. He thrusted in and out of me, doing all the work, the front of me becoming covered in spit. All I could do was gag and choke and take his cock in my throat. Letting him use me until he shoved himself all the way into my throat, emptying his balls deep in my esophagus.

Tears were streaming down my face, my palms flat against his thighs. I looked up as he pulled his cock slowly from the back of my throat. My heart was still racing as he pulled his ski mask off.

Alex beamed down at me.

“I thought I’d improvise, make it feel a little more real for you baby. The cologne was a nice touch, huh?”

Ooooh clever bastard. He leaned down and kissed me, still smiling. I smiled back for a split second, prompting him to ask me what was wrong.

“I’m pretty sure you broke my fucking cookies dude.”