The lights were shining on the glitter ball that was spinning over the middle of the dance floor. Paired dancers weaved in a synchronicity of color and motion across the expanse of the parquet tile to the sound of heavy bass music. Carl couldn’t help but stare at the two gay men moving in a perfection of rhythm near him. They looked so perfect together and it was obvious they were a couple. Becoming uncomfortable watching the two of them he forced his attention elsewhere. His eyes scanned the rest of the bar trying to see who else was there.
Man, she is a hottie! He couldn’t help but notice her short black dress, high heels and blonde hair as she sat at the end of the bar. Her foot was tapping in time to the beat of the music and after watching a few minutes realized she was there alone. Walking over to her, he tried to think about how he could strike up a conversation with her. A momentary thought crossed his mind that he wanted to turn and run out of the bar. Taking a sip from his drink he managed to find the courage to go the rest of the way to where she was sitting. He hoped he wouldn’t sound like an idiot.
Sidling up to the bar he picked a spot next to her and tried to catch the bartender’s attention. After serving a few other patrons their drinks at the far end, he started making his way over to Carl.
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She noticed the man standing next to her left. A sly smile crept across her lips as she caught him trying to surreptitiously check her out. Let’s see if I can get him to talk to me. Flicking her hair back with her hand she smiled at him as she began flirting with him.
Catching her eye he smiled at her, “how are you doing?”
“I’m fine.”
The bartender walked up and wiped his hand on the towel he was carrying. “What’ll it be buddy?”
“Could I get a beer?”
Nodding silently, the bartender pulled a mug of draft. Setting it on the counter in front of Carl he took the proffered money. Glancing over her back he noticed there was an empty stool. “Do you mind if I join you?”
“No, I don’t mind.”
He wanted to touch her creamy exposed skin as he made his way around her to the open stool. As he sat down he leaned towards her, “hi, my name is Carl, what is yours?”
“Hi Carl, I’m Wendy. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s very nice to meet you also.”
Together they passed the time mostly in weather talk and getting to know one another. She even laughed at most of his lame jokes in an attempt to put him at ease. After a couple of more drinks she suggested they go to her place.
He nodded at her. “That sounds good. Let’s finish our drinks first before we go.”
Covertly, she palmed a little baggie from her handbag and poured out the white powder into his beer. Putting on her best ‘come and get me look’ she smiled. “You’d better hurry and finish that up.”
He chugged the rest and walked her out of the bar. Together they walked to her car and she let him in the passenger side. While she drove them a woozy feeling began to overcome him and his speech began to slur. Within minutes he passed out and slumped over in the seat.
She grimaced as she reached over and checked his pulse on his neck at his jugular. It wouldn’t be any good if she had given him too much of the drug back at the bar. Stable and steady was the rhythm of his pulse under fingertips. Pulling up in front of her house she stopped the car and opened the trunk. Smiling as she opened the trunk she pulled out the two wheel dolly and the canvas cinch strap. You picked a good one this time Wendy. She walked it over to the passenger door and laid it down on its handle. Opening the door she pulled him over to lie on top of the dolly and used the strap to cinch him to it so she could get him in the house. Grunting as she lifted up the dolly by the handle she was glad for all of that time she had been working out in the gym.
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Awaking with a splitting headache he tried to roll over and found that he couldn’t. Raising his head, he could see that his arms and legs were tied with ropes that stretched to each corner of the bed. All of his clothes had been removed. A cloth canopy extended overhead to the top of each of the tall posts. He tried to bend his limbs but the ropes were tight and had no give. Where in the fuck am I? Looking around the room there was little to indicate where this place was.
A dresser and a night stand were the only pieces of furniture in the room and neither of them had anything on top. No pictures adorned the walls or could he see anything that might be used for decoration. There was nothing to indicate where he was. As he tried to move he could hear the sound of plastic rattling on the mattress.
“Oh! You’re awake now. Good!” She appeared in the doorway holding a cup of coffee she was holding.
“Do you think you could let me up?”
Shaking her head at him as she set her cup down on top of the dresser, “no, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Displaying a shocked look he lifted his head and asked, “Why not?”
“Because I decided I want to keep you around for a while.” She stepped over to the bed and sat down. Taking him in her hand she began to stroke. He tried to will it to stay down but it rose to the occasion anyways. After finishing her hand job she left the room without speaking. She brought back a towel to wipe him off.
“How long will you be keeping me here?”
“Until I’ve decided that I’m ready to let you go.” She opened up one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a blanket which she spread over him.
Trying to watch her spread out the blanket he looked quizzically. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Wearing an enigmatic smile she ignored his question as she left the room and turned off the light. Watching her go, he was soon left alone with his thoughts. This shit is crazy! Why in the hell does she have me tied to this bed? I never did anything to her. He kept trying to pull his legs in carefully in an attempt to stretch out the ropes. He so hoped he wouldn’t make the plastic covering on the bed rattle and give his escape attempts away. The girl could be just outside the room he realized so he continued to try but quieter. He felt the ties give on his foot. Finally, it looks like I’m getting free! Carl began to try harder to get his hand free. Smashing the window to get out began to look like a very viable option for him.
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She sat in a chair listening for any noises coming from the bedroom. Her thoughts began to wander aimlessly. So many times she had suffered at the hands of men in the past. All of those bastards! I will show them all. The sound of the plastic sheet rattling disturbed her from her reverie and her attention focused on the bedroom door. Listening a few moments Wendy got up from the chair and grabbed the ax handle. I’ll show him a party, yes I will.
She peeked around the side of the door and studied the bed for a few moments. The blanket wasn’t as flat as she figured it should have been. Noticing his toes extending out from under the edge of the sheet she became infuriated. The ropes tied to the head of the bed also weren’t as taut as they were either. Holding the ax handle in both hands like a pugil stick she watched carefully as she crept towards him slowly. It wouldn’t do to have another one attack her like that one did several months ago. The man’s body was now buried in the back yard in the flowerbed beside the shed. At least he didn’t seem to be affecting the rose bushes and azaleas.
Reaching the side of the bed she raised up the ax handle, ready to hit him with it. Lunging up from the pillow, he aimed his shoulder into her stomach and knocked the wind out of her. “Ummpph!” The ax handle swung down on to his back without any force. He grabbed it and began trying to pry it out of her grip as he rolled backwards. It felt uncomfortable with the piece of hickory lodged underneath his ribs. He held the ax handle tight as he fell off the far side of the bed.
Landing on the floor his foot was still tied to the post. He curled up and began to try untying the rope while keeping an eye out for her. As she rounded the corner he was ready, he jabbed the end of the ax handle into her solar plexus watching her double over as she grunted and fell on her ass.
Carl went to work on the knots in the rope around his ankle as he kept an eye on her. He got his foot free and he jumped up. Watching her carefully he stepped towards the window. She got to her feet and glared at him. Snarling, she lunged at him and as she was reaching him he stepped back quickly. Having too much forward momentum she smashed into the window and he could see his chance. Without waiting to see if she could extricate herself he ran out of the room and out the front door.
Oh no! I’m naked! He ran behind a bush to figure out what he was going to do next. In the distance, he could hear sirens coming closer. Some neighbor must have called the police. He stood there panting from his exertions. No matter what happened now he knew that it had been a night he couldn’t ever forget.
The End
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