The brat part 1
It's been a long day and work and your feet finally tap out their familiar echo as you cover the quiet ground of the underground parking garage to your car. It's nice to finally have the quiet around you. You get to your car and relax behind the wheel and start to drift off to what you have in the fridge to make dinner with. You start the car and try and see past the van parked next to you in vain and start to back out of your space. you hear and feel a thud and hit the break. You jump again when a voice comes from behind the van, "What the fuck, Jason... She fucking hit you."
Your heart hits your throat and you jump out of the car to see a young woman holding up a cell phone recording you. her head rolls to the side to look at you past the screen and she starts, "You ran over my boyfriend you bitch, what were you thinking?"
"I didn't see anyone behind me." You get out while rushing to the back of the car to see how hurt jason is. He's a young man sitting up holding his leg which has a cut and blood running down it. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
"Don't you fucking talk to him, you just ran him over. I'm recording your license plate and get your drivers license out for me... You're not getting away with this."
You step back at her hostility, but start fumbling for your purse to find your license. you are interrupted by the girl as you are pulling the license from it's folder.
"Holly fuck... Holly fuck, your plate shows your insurance has expired. You cunt you hit my boyfriend without even having your car insured."
You hand her your drivers license as your stomach sinks to the floor, your husband was supposed to have taken car of redoing the insurance last weekend. "I.. I'm sorry.. I don't know how this happened... Can I give you a ride to a hospital to start and we can worry from there?"
"You can't BITCH, your car isn't insured." She yells and I sink even further.
"Is this address still where you live? and give me your phone number for now and I'll take him to the hospital... You are so fucked woman, but we'll deal with that after I get my boyfriend looked after. I'll phone you tonight, and don't try and dream up a story I was recording him when you backed into him so I have it all on video."
"Shouldn't we call the police or something?"
"Bitch, Once a report hits paper you're in the deepest shit you've ever imagined... I should know my dad is a lawyer. If you play it right this never has to be reported... Now get the fuck back in your car and let me take my boyfriend out of here... I'm done talking to you."
confused by how your day even got here and numb to grasping how fucked you are, you wak to your door open it up and slump into your seat. In your rear view mirror you watch her gather the young man up and disappear behind the side of the van again. After a few moments you start to cry... alone... in the quiet. Eventually you call Tom to come and get you, he can get the car home later however the fuck he wants to.
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There have been three phone calls so far tonight and each one has made your heart race with dread, so it's a relief in a horrible way when you hear her voice on the line. "Is this the bitch who hit Jason today?"
"Hello, yes. Sorry, I didn't get your name earlier." You feel off put enough, having a name may help to talk to her a little easier.
"He has a broken leg and a fucking cast he has to wear. Does that make you happy you hurt him?"
"No, I didn't mean to hit him or hurt anyone. What is your name?"
"Amanda, now come open your front door so we can talk."
Oh, fuck is all that runs through your head. Tom is still out getting the car reinsured and you don't want to have any contact alone. "I can't do this tonight, can we schedule a time to meet tomorrow at a neutral location?"
"It"s easy bitch, open the door right now or I call the police to make the report."
Knowing it's the wrong move you walk to the door and open it up.
The little red haired bitch stands at your door staring up at you. Beside her quietly stands Jason standing with crutches holding him up and track pants that are pulled up to show the case on his leg. Amanda pushes the door open farther and walks in past you while you and jason turn and follow. "This isn't good Amanda, we can't meet like this."
She stops and turns to stand before you. "Oddly, you really don't want me to leave. This can all be taken care of this weekend and you this situation can be completely over and you never have to see us again... and may I add, you will not have to pay us a dime."
You're off balance again and on edge with a feeling of sudden danger now, "We know that's not an option, I'd like you to leave now and I'll face what I have to through the law." A sharp sting of shock runs through you as Amanda slaps you across the face.
"You don't get it bitch, I don't need your money. You hurt Jason, and now you have to make him feel better. You hurt me, and you have to make me feel better as well. It's that easy, we want you to serve us from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon... then it's all over."
"There's no way I'd trust you enough to not just report me after anyway."
"You're right, it is a risk. You risk some discomfort and reward is to avoid years of ruin. Not a lot of risk on your side really. Now I will make it even easier for you... just don't fight back to hard." As she starts the final sentence you feel Jasons arms grab hold of your wrists firmly as Amandas hand wraps around your throat. You stand terrified, but don't fight back. You're trying to process the offer for the sense at some levels it makes, but this is too fast. You don't know what you want and that indecision only spinning around and you're not able to make any progress on a thought. Amandas squeezes just a little and you feel her other hand come to rest on your earlobe. Her eyes look directly into yours and she gives a small half smile, her fingers gently slide down the soft back of your ear and you actually sigh at the touch. her tips caress down your neck as the skin pulls tight and ridges of bumps rise up to meet her fingers. They reach the neck of your blouse and slide over the soft material... down your breast until her hand takes the underside of your breast into her hand and she squeezes. Your mind relaxes it's load unfinished digesting and a wave of shame washes down your body as you know your are choosing to give up... you lean back to let Jason take more of your weight and you feel your pussy start to pulse.
Your heart hits your throat and you jump out of the car to see a young woman holding up a cell phone recording you. her head rolls to the side to look at you past the screen and she starts, "You ran over my boyfriend you bitch, what were you thinking?"
"I didn't see anyone behind me." You get out while rushing to the back of the car to see how hurt jason is. He's a young man sitting up holding his leg which has a cut and blood running down it. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
"Don't you fucking talk to him, you just ran him over. I'm recording your license plate and get your drivers license out for me... You're not getting away with this."
You step back at her hostility, but start fumbling for your purse to find your license. you are interrupted by the girl as you are pulling the license from it's folder.
"Holly fuck... Holly fuck, your plate shows your insurance has expired. You cunt you hit my boyfriend without even having your car insured."
You hand her your drivers license as your stomach sinks to the floor, your husband was supposed to have taken car of redoing the insurance last weekend. "I.. I'm sorry.. I don't know how this happened... Can I give you a ride to a hospital to start and we can worry from there?"
"You can't BITCH, your car isn't insured." She yells and I sink even further.
"Is this address still where you live? and give me your phone number for now and I'll take him to the hospital... You are so fucked woman, but we'll deal with that after I get my boyfriend looked after. I'll phone you tonight, and don't try and dream up a story I was recording him when you backed into him so I have it all on video."
"Shouldn't we call the police or something?"
"Bitch, Once a report hits paper you're in the deepest shit you've ever imagined... I should know my dad is a lawyer. If you play it right this never has to be reported... Now get the fuck back in your car and let me take my boyfriend out of here... I'm done talking to you."
confused by how your day even got here and numb to grasping how fucked you are, you wak to your door open it up and slump into your seat. In your rear view mirror you watch her gather the young man up and disappear behind the side of the van again. After a few moments you start to cry... alone... in the quiet. Eventually you call Tom to come and get you, he can get the car home later however the fuck he wants to.
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There have been three phone calls so far tonight and each one has made your heart race with dread, so it's a relief in a horrible way when you hear her voice on the line. "Is this the bitch who hit Jason today?"
"Hello, yes. Sorry, I didn't get your name earlier." You feel off put enough, having a name may help to talk to her a little easier.
"He has a broken leg and a fucking cast he has to wear. Does that make you happy you hurt him?"
"No, I didn't mean to hit him or hurt anyone. What is your name?"
"Amanda, now come open your front door so we can talk."
Oh, fuck is all that runs through your head. Tom is still out getting the car reinsured and you don't want to have any contact alone. "I can't do this tonight, can we schedule a time to meet tomorrow at a neutral location?"
"It"s easy bitch, open the door right now or I call the police to make the report."
Knowing it's the wrong move you walk to the door and open it up.
The little red haired bitch stands at your door staring up at you. Beside her quietly stands Jason standing with crutches holding him up and track pants that are pulled up to show the case on his leg. Amanda pushes the door open farther and walks in past you while you and jason turn and follow. "This isn't good Amanda, we can't meet like this."
She stops and turns to stand before you. "Oddly, you really don't want me to leave. This can all be taken care of this weekend and you this situation can be completely over and you never have to see us again... and may I add, you will not have to pay us a dime."
You're off balance again and on edge with a feeling of sudden danger now, "We know that's not an option, I'd like you to leave now and I'll face what I have to through the law." A sharp sting of shock runs through you as Amanda slaps you across the face.
"You don't get it bitch, I don't need your money. You hurt Jason, and now you have to make him feel better. You hurt me, and you have to make me feel better as well. It's that easy, we want you to serve us from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon... then it's all over."
"There's no way I'd trust you enough to not just report me after anyway."
"You're right, it is a risk. You risk some discomfort and reward is to avoid years of ruin. Not a lot of risk on your side really. Now I will make it even easier for you... just don't fight back to hard." As she starts the final sentence you feel Jasons arms grab hold of your wrists firmly as Amandas hand wraps around your throat. You stand terrified, but don't fight back. You're trying to process the offer for the sense at some levels it makes, but this is too fast. You don't know what you want and that indecision only spinning around and you're not able to make any progress on a thought. Amandas squeezes just a little and you feel her other hand come to rest on your earlobe. Her eyes look directly into yours and she gives a small half smile, her fingers gently slide down the soft back of your ear and you actually sigh at the touch. her tips caress down your neck as the skin pulls tight and ridges of bumps rise up to meet her fingers. They reach the neck of your blouse and slide over the soft material... down your breast until her hand takes the underside of your breast into her hand and she squeezes. Your mind relaxes it's load unfinished digesting and a wave of shame washes down your body as you know your are choosing to give up... you lean back to let Jason take more of your weight and you feel your pussy start to pulse.
10 年 前
