The next day at work Rachel repeatedly blew off Josh’s attempts to discuss the show or anything else in a distractedly polite way… until he was far away enough to hear her giggling to her bitchy friends, knowing it was he she was laughing at… he just kept telling himself “Tonight she’ll see, tonight I’ll get a chance to show her how great I could be to her…” planning on pulling out all the stops to charm and interest her. He watched her fawn over that dickhead Eric like she’d like to drop to her knees and blow him in front of everyone if he told her to, fuming silently and gritting his teeth, twirling a strand of his limp, chin-length hair around his finger and wishing it was time for a break.
Rachel, on the other hand, barely registered Josh’s advances on her radar, except to snicker privately with her two best girlfriends while they made real plans to go barhopping. She’d had the last turn at ‘designated driver’ AND she was nursing a rejection… she was damn sure getting drunk tonight! Responding to Josh’s ‘See you tonight!’ with a distant-looking nod and wave as she heads out the door, already planning the best outfit for a night of cockteasing… the perfect antidote for the rejection blues was to deal some out.
Josh took care getting ready, making sure he looked as good as he could. It wasn’t that he was ugly so much, he figured… just tall and skinny and… maybe his nose was too big… he stared at himself in the mirror. He had been told by his friends… mostly on the internet… that he looked like a ‘normal Marilyn Manson’ which he figured was pretty cool… so he was growing out his lank, almost-black hair to play up the resemblance. He hated the in-between phase he was in… the odd chin length, which could either hang in his narrow face or be tucked behind his ears in a way that looked hopelessly dorky. He decided to let it hang and deal with the annoyance, throwing on some studded cuffs and a worn band shirt, wanting Rachel to see him in a different light so badly he could taste it. Deciding he couldn’t go this nervous, he bugs his roomate for a joint and smokes about half of it quickly, getting headrushed and feeling giddy with excitement, then takes off out the door in a haze of confidence, ready to finally hang out with Rachel.
(The.First.Night)
Two hours into the show, excited buzz long gone, he finally let himself accept she wasn’t coming… he hadn’t moved from the meeting spot, hadn’t enjoyed any of the show… and was now consumed with a blinding rage. “That… stuck-up bitch… fucking cunt… ” teeth grinding at he muttered, fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms, stomping out to his car and slamming the door behind him after throwing himself into the seat hard enough to make his shocks squeak. He rests his head briefly on the wheel as a wave of humiliation washes over him… thoughts of “I can’t believe you thought she’d show up, loser… who were you kidding…” then throws his head back with a growl of rage and beats his fists on the steering wheel “FUCKING STUPID IDIOT!!” he roars, giving in to anger to stop the embarassment of tears. After sitting there awhile, cursing Rachel and trying to calm down, he stops short, pulling out his wallet and digging behind all the random crap to the folded up sheet of paper so recently added… unfolding it slowly, an evil grin spreading across his face, he ponders the best route to the address before him… after stopping for a few things first.
Rachel had a great evening with her friends; flirting and drinking heavily, acting as though she and her best friend Julie might be sleeping together with innuendo, naughty touches, and kisses designed to light fires of lust-filled imagination in any guy who saw them. The contrast of her willowy, pale, Titian-haired frame… so tall and lanky, next to her own overly voluptuous, olive skinned and dark-haired body drawing stares of admiration from guys and glares of jealousy from girls receiving less attention. All in all, it was exactly what she needed to make her forget that the one guy she wanted, she couldn’t have… all the attention made her nipples stiff and her pussy throb and get slick… plus, making out with Julie really was one of the hottest things she ever got to do, and sometimes she wished it would go beyond the bar teasing… catching herself starting to fantasize, she excuses herself from the crowd at the bar and walks slightly unsteadily to the bathroom, relieving the pressure on her bladder with a relieved moan. Tottering out of the stall, she doubletakes at her own image in the mirror, a silly smile spreading across her face as she revels in her own hotness… she knew some few guys and a lot of girls liked to call her “fat”, but she and anyone who got to see her naked knew better… her curves her firm and smooth and made for fucking… she ran her hand over her own ass and smacked it as hard as she could manage, giggling drunkenly and stumbling out of the bathroom back to her friends. A couple more mind-erasers later, she was ready to go home… the three of them piled into Brandy’s mustang, her complaining good-naturedly about the other two being ‘drunk bitches’ and saying she’d be glad she got to drink next time. It took the two of them to get Julie up her stairs… she was tall but thin and had less tolerance than she looked like… and then Rachel got home, finally. She blessed the good fortune that some older relative had decided to leave her their small, secluded house so she didn’t have to deal with apartment stairs and nosey neighbors… at 24 she was the only person she knew who owned her own home. Kicking her heels off next to the door, she sheds her tight leather corset top and and short skirt, then unclips her bra and drops it too on the way to her bedroom with a sigh of relief, heavy breasts bouncing free… leaving a trail of sexy black clothes from her front door to her bedroom. She falls on the bed in her panties and stockings, the bands digging into her meaty thighs just enough to hold them up… the lack of garters making her look more vulernable somehow… and falls asleep on her stomach there, feet dangling over the end of her bed, half-bare ass in her cami panties out in all it’s glory.
While Rachel was finishing up her night and passing out at home, Josh was making a couple of stops… home first for a few ‘toys’ and other things he had on hand that might be useful… then a wal-mart that was still open at almost 1am for some thin, flexible nylon rope, duct tape, and on a whim as he passed the toy section, a child’s paddle/ball game with a wide, wooden paddle that seemed unusually sturdy. The bored girl behind the register did give him a slightly quizzical look over his motley collection of purchases, but he barely noticed… the time it had taken him to prepare hadn’t dulled his rage one bit. Instead, it kept getting worse as he remembered all the times she’d snubbed him…
laughed at him…
treated him like a joke…
all those remembered giggles with the bitch patrol that he knew were at his expense… it was the same old fucking story since high school. He pictured her sweet, sultry face in his mind… skin olive-toned but pale and creamy nonetheless, surrounded by waves of shiny black hair… and that body, that insanely sexy body that tormented his days and haunted his dreams… so round and yet so firm, wide shoulders and childbearing hips tapering into a surprisingly small waist, the barest little roundness in her belly, and the magnificent tits… he had wanted to wrap his skinny frame in her soft curves since the first day he saw her. The response thinking about her in such detail elicted in his cock just fueled his anger more… he could hear her husky-sweet voice telling him where to meet her… ‘fucking bitch… lying, snobby whore… this isn’t fucking highschool!’ he thought, fuming over her adolescent and selfish behavior. Well, she was going to learn tonight that she wasn’t the fucking prom queen anymore… he would make sure of that. Glancing over at the bags on his passenger seat, the same evil grin as earlier spreads across his face and his foot gets a little heavier on the gas, eager to reach his destination.
Looking at the address again, he noted the lack of a building or apartment number, and realizes that he’s heading for a nicer, if also older, part of town… his stomach gets heavy with nerves, considering the possibility she still lives with her parents… then laughs and slaps his leg in relief, suddenly remembering the day she inherited the house from her great-aunt and how excited she had been at work. She had talked about little else all day… ‘small, kinda old, but all mine and paid for’ she had said. As far as he knew, none of the other bitch patrol lived with her… the knots in his stomach slowly loosen as he turns onto her street, noting how all the houses are dark and quiet… nicely spaced out from one another… and set back from the road far enough to all allow for exactly the kind of privacy he needed. His cock was throbbing with need and excitement when he sees her dark red cavalier parked in the driveway of what did indeed look like ‘grandma’s house’… it was also dark and silent. He glanced at his watch, noting that it was just past 2 am, and decides since he can’t be sure if she’s home yet he should be extra quiet breaking in… and it ended up being a moot point when he discovered a spare key in the second place he looked. Shaking his head in disgust at her stupidity, he slips into her mostly-dark house… from inside he can tell a lamp is on somewhere.
Josh needn’t have bothered with all his stealth… Rachel was well and truly passed out and snoring softly, not having moved an inch, feet still dangling, ass still on display.
Noticing the corset top on the floor, he picked it up and sniffed, shivering at the strong scent of her and hoping she had just taken it off… following the trail of discarded clothes, Josh finally reached the source of the light. He sucked in a breath sharply, his cock twitching in his pants. The light was coming from the small bathroom off her bedroom… and it was just enough to highlight her mostly-nude curves in such a way that he was stunned momentarily at the sheer sexiness of it. He stood there staring, afriad to move, until he heard one of her soft snores, and also caught a whiff of alcohol… and realized that he’d gotten luckier than he could have imagined… she was passed out drunk! It explained the mess on the way to the room, the careless way she had fallen into bed… setting his bags down gently on her dresser, he walks around the bed, surveying her from every angle, adjusting his hardness as it strained painfully against his jeans. Ripping a length of duct tape slowly and quietly off the roll, he climbs up on the bed, straddling her thighs easily with his long, lanky legs… and leans over, sliding one arm under her neck and pulling her up and back quickly before slapping the tape on her mouth and pushing her head back down onto the bed. She came awake slowly at first, groggy and still drunk, the heaving in panic as she realizes her mouth is taped and there’s someone on her back… he leaned forward and wraps his hands around her soft throat, feeling her pulse beat wildly under his hands… the urge to squeeze almost overtaking him… but instead he hisses “be fucking still, cunt, or I will kill you.” In what he hopes is a disguised voice. Her thrashing stops instantly, and he can feel her trembling under him in fear… a feeling so hot he thought for a moment he might blow it in his pants. “That’s right bitch… just do what I tell you and you don’t have to die. But if you fucking MOVE when I let go, I’ll choke the life out of you right now…” slowly he takes his hands from around her throat… she doesn’t move. Turning slightly, he reaches down and rubs his hand from the undercurve of her ass down her thigh until he reaches the top of her right stocking, shoving a thumb under the band, and raising her limp leg to yank it off completely, the stretches it between his hands experimentally, then doubles it and leans forward to loop the thick, stretchy fabric over her face, feeling with the tips of his fingers to make sure her eyes are completely covered and pulling part of it down over her nose for good measure. This increased difficulty in breathing causes a tremor in her previously still form, but before she can start to panic, he rips the duct tape from her mouth and she gasps big breaths.
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