Chapter 9
Charlie ran his hands over his face. “Faster! Please!” he begged the cab driver. The taxi was already rushing at a daredevil speed. Charlie’s mind raced. What is happening to Annabelle? He sighed heavily, his heart pounding. He knew there was nothing more he could do until he arrived. Since stepping into the taxi, he had phoned the police and given them an overview of the situation; making sure to stress the urgency of it. Even so, he worried.
Finally, the taxi arrived at a run-down house, in desperate need of paint and yard-work. Charlie handed the driver a handful of money, told him to keep the change, and dashed from the vehicle. Hold on, Anna. I'm coming!
He figured there was no point knocking on the door, and he'd gladly pay for any damages. With his mind made up, Charlie kicked in the door and rushed inside. The house was dark. It smelled of stale smoke and decay. Charlie took a fleeting notice of dirty clothes, ash-trays, wrappers and plates with old bits of food on them scattered around the living room.
“Annabelle!” he shouted, “Are you in here!” He listened for any sign of her.
Almost immediately, he heard a yell. “Help!” came Anna's terrified voice from behind a closed door at the end of the hallway.
Charlie rushed down the hall and threw open the door. Anna lay straddled on the bed naked, her arms and legs strapped to the four corners of it. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes large dark sockets, make-up smudged beneath them. A tall, tattooed, dark-looking man stood beside the bed, scrambling to pull his pants up. Charlie rushed toward him, his anger fever-pitched.
“What are you doing here?” Chris growled, “Just you wait until . . .”
Chris' sentence remained unfinished as Charlie clocked him in the face with a heavy punch, knocking him to the ground.
Charlie looked over at Annabelle, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Look out!” Her eyes were wide with horror as she gaped up at Charlie.
Instantly Charlie turned to see Chris behind him brandishing a knife. Charlie grabbed a tall, thick whiskey bottle that was sitting on the night-stand and slammed it across Chris's head. The bottle smashed, splintered and Chris fell on ground, blood oozing from his forehead, unconscious.
Charlie returned his attention Anna, “Let's get you out of here!” Hands shaking, he managed to swiftly and efficiently untie the ropes binding her feet. He turned to Chris, who lay on the floor dead-to-the-world. With those same ropes he tied Chris's hands and legs.
Anna pointed with her chin to a chest of drawers at the other end of the room. “The keys for the handcuffs are in there!” she cried. “Unlock my hands!” Charlie strode over, pulled the keys from the top drawer, and hurriedly unlocked one hand, then the other. Anna sat trembling on the side of the bed. He enveloped her in his arms. She lay her head on his shoulder, crying, “Oh Charlie, thank god.”
“Shh. It's all right. You're safe now.”
As tears ran down Annabelle's cheek, the sound of the police sirens could be heard in the distance becoming louder and louder. Quickly, she scrambled into her tattered clothes.
CHARLIE AND ANNABELLE walked slowly out of the police station, arm in arm. They tottered down the steps, exhausted and strained but relieved. The interrogation had taken longer than they had expected. Luckily, the police had kept Chris in custody.
The previous night seemed like a nightmare, which had been even more terrible when the police had almost mistaken Charlie for the perpetrator. Fortunately, Annabelle had been present to clear up the ambiguities. And it was over.
Annabelle agreed to testify against Chris for sexual assault and for holding her against her will. Given the nature of the situation, the officers on duty told her she had a solid case, and that Chris was likely to do jail time. Also, the camera he had left hidden was found, and, no doubt, would be viewed as the most damning and incriminating piece of evidence.
Charlie looked at Anna affectionately, “You want to head back to the hotel?”
Anna nodded, trance-like. They boarded a taxi and rode in silence.
When they got to the hotel room, they lay silently on the bed with their fingers interlocked. Finally, Anna spoke,. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice choked with tears.
“For what?” Charlie pulled her closer, rubbing her back.
“For not telling you the whole story and for getting you caught up in my mess...”
Charlie kissed her forehead. “You did what you had to. And I'm here because I want to be.” He sighed, “I'm just glad you're safe. Please let yourself trust me from now on. I care about you.”
Annabelle sniffled, “I know you care... It's myself I don't trust. I hope this doesn't make you think less of me.”
“Not in the least. I love you far too much for that.” Anna raised her head, alert at his words. He looked at her dreamy expression, her glossy eyes.“What is it?”
Annabelle simply shook her head and rested it against his chest. “Nothing,” she finally replied. “I love you too.”
They lay there, peacefully sharing each other's company. Suddenly, Annabelle sat up.
“What are you doing?” Charlie asked as he watched her remove her blouse.
“Well,” she replied, an impish grin forming on her face. “the thing is, I’m an addict remember? she grinned, unhooking her bra, “I want to make love.”
Charlie smiled.
Slowly they removed their clothing, throwing it haphazardly onto the floor. Anna climbed onto Charlie, straddling him. His body felt so warm and firm and inviting beneath hers. Their eyes met for a second. Charlie cupped his hand behind her neck, pulled her closer and gave her a deep, soulful kiss. She arched her back to look down on him again, her eyes dark with lust. He began gently massaging her breasts. His hands deftly explored her back, her waist, her hips; relishing her. Rolling her onto the bed under him, he lowered himself to kiss and nibble on her thighs. A deep tingling ran up her body. His extended tongue entered her slit, teasing her clitoris, licking, flicking. Her lips visibly quivered, begging. His tongue was thick and insistent. At last it made contact with that sensitive spot. She felt the heat rippling through her, causing, the muscles in her pelvis to twitch. She squirmed from side to side, rocked by a hot pleasure that came in jolts every time his tongue touched her most sensitive spot. As she was about to come, Charlie slowly kissed her groin, her stomach, her breasts . . .
She twisted her body, and again was on top. She could feel Charlie's manliness swelling up beneath her, and she inserted it into her hot, begging pussy. Positioning her palms on his chest, she began to majestically move her hips. Charlie looked at her form as she rode him. Her tits swayed gently over him and her head was thrown backward in sensual delight. He could hear her breath quickening, could feel the warmth inside her. Annabelle's body rocked back and forth. Her fingers ran down to his abdomen and traced the grooves of his firm stomach.
Finally, Charlie flipped her over and climbed on top of her. The heat of his mouth found hers. Entering her, he began to thrust. Annabelle gripped the sheets and closed her eyes. A moan escaped her lips. He was so rigid inside her. So sturdy. Her body bucked beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Pinning her hands to the bed, Charlie proceeded with even deeper strokes. His thickness drove her wild, and her moaning aroused him further. Their panting increased and became synchronized, until finally they shivered with delight, erupting in spasms as their delicious orgasms wracked their bodies.
“THIS IS IT,” ANNOUNCED Charlie, looking at Anna.
“Yep. One last run. Let's get this one done.” Body forward, chin up, legs ready, Anna would beat him this time.
The gun went off and all the runners began their sprint. Charlie and Annabelle ran side by side. It was Saturday, a charity run held in conjunction with the marathon. The two jogged at a comfortable pace. With all that they'd been through, this leg of their journey ought to be a piece of cake. They jogged amid cheering supporters of the event. For a brief instance they felt that all the cheering they were hearing wa
s for their benefit. They had come so far in such a brief period of time. They smiled as they saw the finish line just ahead.
“Hey, Charlie. I've made a decision.” Annabelle puffed a little, her eyes on the finish-line.
He slowed and turned to look at her. “Really? About what?”
She surged ahead, beating him by a hair. Throwing her arms in the air in a victory wave she giggled, and grabbed his waist, twisting herself around him. “About us. If you'll have me,” Anna panted, “I'll return with you to Canada. I know there's a process involved, but I think we’re good together. I think we can be great.” They held onto each other, breathing heavily.
Charlie smiled at her. “I love that idea.”
They embraced. Anna wrapped her arms around his head, ran her fingers through his hair and stood on her tip-toes to give him a deep, long kiss. Suddenly, there was cheering and celebration all around the young couple, some of which really was for their benefit. They remained there in the street, kissing as confetti showered down on them from above. It had been quite a run!
“Man, did I win this year!” Charlie hollered, raising his arms in the air, his face beaming. “
Annabel winked. “A very strong finish, indeed!”
THE END
Ridden by a Harley
CHAPTER ONE
Twenty-one looked really good on Leigh. This wasn’t only because of her Upper-Eastside Manhattan upbringing, which ensured that she had everything her little heart desired, but because she was just a really pretty girl. She wasn’t a natural blonde, but blonder looked great on her, and this, coupled with her perfect breasts, and tight perky ass, made her an exceptionally attractive female. Not that she thought so. Knobby knees ... flabby thighs ... muffin top ... ran through her mind as she stood surveying herself, frowning, in front of her full-length mirror.
She had a few friends. Three to be exact, and these girls were closer to her than even her own parents. Dan Harper, her father, was always traveling for business, and Jen Harper, her mother, was always at one social event or another. So, for most of her life she’d been raised by nannies and caregivers, maids and the rest of the staff at her parents’ very large penthouse. And then, from about the age of sixteen, she and her friends had done a fairly decent job of raising each other.
Ashely, Heather and Dani were not unlike Leigh. Their parents were eternally busy, doing everything that they thought necessary to sustain their lifestyles, giving their children credit cards and family names that both carried real weight, and trusting that this would be enough to keep their girls happy. It wasn’t, not really. But all four of the young women had turned out well enough. Leigh, though, had a side to her that was different. Every chance she got, she veered off the beaten track, jumping into things that you would never expect a prissy, Upper-Eastside princess to do. She wasn’t a rebel. She just had a taste for dangerous situations, and for things that would put an incredibly deep frown on her parents’ faces. At ten she’d started a fire with a magnifying glass that entailed calling the fire department. At eleven she’d fallen off the roof of a building being constructed and broken some ribs. At twelve she’d dived into a dumpster, and had to cry for help in order to be rescued. At age thirteen she tried making a bomb in a bag using instructions from the internet. You get the picture.
And throughout her teen years Leigh was adventurous and experimental with the numerous boys she dated. She’d met the love of her life many times, and then found out that he wasn’t. She tried a delightful variety of types and kinks, and looked toward her adult years with anticipation and just a little dread.
Chapter Two
Now she is twenty-one, and she has another rebellious idea that she knows won’t go down well with her friends. They have grown up now, and are, in fact, all in their final year of college. But she knows that nothing has changed for the three girls she considers her family, knowing that they are still so brainwashed by their upbringings that they will find it difficult to venture out into the dark side.
They are all home for their midyear summer vacation, so they have resumed one of the rituals which they’ve had since they became friends, almost ten years ago. From the time they were ten or eleven, these four girls would go to a spa and get a variety of treatments: massages, manicures, pedicures, facials. They are young, yes, but youth is not an excuse not to spoil yourself, if you are rich!
Leigh is getting ready for this, in the shower, thinking of the possible responses she will get to her request.
As she dries herself, and then moisturizes, she feels the excitement of this new idea tugging at her. For most of the year, she is a good girl. She’s been a very good girl in fact, focused on her studies, and keeping her nose relatively clean. But once a year she is allowed to do whatever she wants, and she really wants to share these experiences with her friends. Still, she knows that it will not go down well with them.
Ashley will probably want to go to Cabo. She’d always loved Cabo, and she would definitely want the four of them to take a trip to this sun-soaked area. It is, after all, the summer, so it just makes sense that she will want to go somewhere with a beach. Her family also owns a place there, and they’ve often had more than just a little fun at the beachfront mansion. Leigh knows that this is what Ashley will try and push, suggesting it in her usual, passive-aggressive way. But Leigh will not be deterred. It is her birthday, and the girls will do what she wants to do.
Dani, another summer baby, will probably suggest Cancun. They all have fond memories of Cancun, but this is not the type of party that Leigh wants. She doesn’t need the beach, doesn’t need the beachfront bars and restaurants and the five star hotels. And while she loves the diving in Cancun, this is her twenty-first birthday, and she doesn’t plan on spending it floating about in the warm waters of this coastal paradise. They can always go to Cancun some other time; any time, in fact. She wants to do something dirty and dangerous to mark this milestone in her life.
Heather is different. She loves the snow. She really loves the snow. So she will probably suggest a trip to the Swiss or French Alps. Ashley and Dani will hate this. Leigh wouldn’t mind, at least not normally. She is as at home in the snow as she is in the water, so a trip to the French Alps would be nice. Another time, though. Not this time. Not this weekend. Come Friday, she plans on going somewhere she has always wanted to go, and she plans on going there with all three of her friends.
As she leaves the penthouse, a town car is waiting for her downstairs. In she hops. She starts to go through the conversation she will have with her friends in her head. She tries to sound as convincing as she can, at least to herself, knowing that it will take a lot more than just her smooth tongue and pretty face to convince the girls. They will really need to be sold on the idea, and if not, she knows that they will do it rather begrudgingly. That wouldn’t be much fun.
Leigh cares about what her friends think. She cares about what makes them happy and comfortable. But she also wishes that they would step out of their comfort zones occasionally, of their own accord, without any coercion from her. She isn’t holding her breath, though, knowing that you can take the girl out of Manhattan, but it is much more difficult to evict Manhattan from the girl. The idea that she can un-Manhattan her friends is one that she has given up on a long time ago.
Still, she is determined to try as often as the opportunity arises, and these opportunities arise only on her birthday!
Arriving at the spa, she sees all three of them already there, already in thick, luxurious, white robes, ready to start the day of equally luxurious pampering treatments. After their usual air kisses and casual pleasantries, Leigh gets undressed, donning her own robe, ready for the day, and also ready for the barrage of suggestions that her friends are obviously dying to make. She knows that she will have to let them down easily, not wanting to hurt any of their feelings, but knowing that she will not recant on the idea that had firmly taken root in her mind!
Chapter Three
“So, I was thinkin
g,” Dani starts, and Leigh holds her breath. Here we go, she thinks. It is starting already. Dani doesn’t even wait for them to finish their massages, speaking as soon as the masseuse lays her hands on her beautiful back.
“Let me guess, Cancun?” Leigh says, cutting straight to the chase and nipping Dani’s suggestion in the bud immediately.
“How did you know?” Dani asks, sounding like she’s had the wind knocked out of her sails. She really doesn’t want to be predictable, but that is clearly what she is.
“And Ash, Cabo... Heather, the French Alps?” Leigh continues, sounding like she is able to read their minds, because all of them lift their heads from their massage tables and look over at her. She still has her head in the head pocket of the table, not wanting to see their shocked faces.
“How?” Heather and Ashley echo.
“Look, girls, I know you. And you know me. So you know that I will not be going with any of your suggestions. This is my birthday weekend, and we will do what I want. All of you, all of us, will be together, and you are going to have fun!” Leigh lifts her head up from the table now, smiling broadly.
“So, what punishment are you going to dish out this time?” Heather asks, looking from Leigh to the other two. The others have the same question on their minds, in their eyes, and written all over their faces, and they focus intently on Leigh. Leigh isn’t sure about the next words to come out of her mouth, so she decides to just say it, decides to let it out and then let them all process. She is really trusting the masseuses, the women whose job it is to get them relaxed, to do just that!
“Nothing hectic... I just want us to go to American Trash!” She looks at her friends like they should know what this is. She isn’t sure what it is, but she knows what goes on there. She has done her research on the internet. Still, she isn’t sure what exactly goes on there, and what the vibe is like. All she really knows is that, for a while now, she has wanted to visit a biker bar. And American Trash seemed like the perfect place to get her feet wet and to get a taste of the rough side.
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