Encounters

intimate

De: Annie Anston

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Duración: 1 h y 47 m

Resumen del Editor

In this tale of misbehavior, manipulation, masochism, murder, and betrayal, a young woman experiences a series of sexual encounters, not all of them willingly. Excerpts: His hand muffled her call for help as she struggled to escape his strong grasp, began to lose consciousness and became more manageable. He took her to his nearby home where he duct taped her mouth, wrists and ankles. * * * From her old diary.. As I look into the bathroom mirror, I'm absorbed by the fact that I'm blonde and adorably cute. * * * The two girls made themselves comfortable on the sofa. Allie reached into her handbag and pulled out the night's tips. “Here, Master.” Darlene looked on, amazed. “Wow, I guess that's what love is all about.” “No, it's all about relationships, Darlene, not romance. Ours is a control one. She does as I say.” “Seriously? Is that why she calls you Master? Tell her to bark like a dog.” “We have to work up to that. Let's have a few drinks first. I rolled a joint. You want a hit?” “Sure.” * * * “There seems to be a pattern in your life, Allie. You work and bring home the bacon, your men do nothing. That and you just said I could abuse you. You want me to treat you badly, don't you. You're a masochist!” * * * We make it look like a mugging gone wrong, hit him on his way home from the convenience store late at night. I have a gun. * * * People in this neighborhood minded there own business, being afraid of gang retaliation. She could probably have shot someone in the street in broad daylight at rush hour and gotten away with it. * * * They headed for the ladies' room and Allie moved her pistol from the backpack into her waistband under her jacket for quick and easy access if needed. She wasn't sure yet if it would be for defense or offense. Elena looked good and she was in the mood for a memorable encounter. * * * “Be careful not to make any sudden moves. This model doesn't have a safety.” She slid the tip of the barrel down across Elena's neck, ran it slowly between her breasts and across her stomach... * * * He had a commanding presense, with a dreamy tall, dark, handsome, muscular physique. “I brought a half-dozen outfits for the girls to model in your photo shoot. They will do whatever you say. Where would you like us?” “These are our modeling beds. They will be posing here.” “Take off your clothes, girls, and choose an outfit.” He had unquestioned authority. All six completely undressed in front of everyone and proceeded to look through the garments. His intimidating manner made people want to please him. He was adorned in gold jewelry, including a diamond Rolex watch. Don Luis was clearly a man of money and power. Allie wanted to be like him and began envisioning him naked. There was nothing subtle about the man. “Excuse me, Miss Alexis, but would you please be so kind as to undress, too.” “You want me to model?” “No, just undress.” * * * You must be the dumbest person ever. You had a good thing going, the business was about to take off. I'm going to get you for this, not today, but soon. You'd better be looking over your shoulder, because I'll be watching you, coming for you. I know how to make a person die slowly and painfully.” * * * She would turn her hundred grand into a million, have her own army of minions. She had the tools, the money, the experience at subjugation, the passionate desire to make things happen. The ingredients were in place, now to stir the mix. She bought a laptop to facilitate her research. Alexis joined groups on Facebook. She discovered the art of networking, met other people with similar interests, got to know their personalities, their wants and needs. Ah, the wonders of the internet age, it was all so easy. * * * Alexis now always had both her laptop and pistol with her. She had gotten a concealed carry permit for the gun. She pulled both out of her valise and placed them on her desk. The laptop had a video recor