Chapter 19 (Not So) Good Samaritan (1)
It was almost eleven. Elaine needed to get to work, and possibly resume duty. She shouldn't have come, waiting endlessly for a stranger who was toying with her.
Elaine had met Gary on Tinder, and the two had sparked off vibes like they'd known each other forever. Their talking stage had stretched into a two-month affair until Elaine voiced out the prospect of them meeting.
Gary had been hesitant at first, he enjoyed Elaine's company but he wasn't sure the time was suitable for them to meet. Elaine plunged on, stating how good they would look and painting scenes of them together.
From the pictures posted online about himself, Elaine detected that Gary was wealthy and handsome. He was also kind based on his soothing words being said to her occasionally. So, she turned to her younger sister, Diane, hoping for some suitable advice. Diane had supported her view, that Gary could be a rich man who would fall in love with Elaine and their lives would turn around.
Elaine flagged down another cab that drove towards her, but it drove past her. She muttered a curse, pacing down the lane as her hand brushed her hair for the hundredth time.
Fortunately for her, a crooked car stopped before her and a man's head poked out.
"Where to, miss?" He asked her.
He was in his early thirties, dirty blonde hair, and had a typical huff around him. He smiled at Elaine, hoping she would hop in.
That did win her though. She returned the smile and hopped into the backseat. "To Transcity Club," she muttered, shoving her hand into her handbag while slipping out a pretty dress.
"I'm not a taxi driver. I'm just trying to help you." The man said to her, watching her from the rearview mirror.
"Oh," she paused, without turning to look at him. She was surprised at his kind gesture towards her.
"I'm passing that way. I could drop you off and go about my business." He suggested. His eyes were quick to catch her bobbling orbs as she unclasped her brasseries.
They were fine, ripe, and curved like full bells. The areoles were round, reddened by the cool wind. Its nuts were tiny, buried in the fullness of her curves. The man felt his phallus swelled up in excitement.
How could she be so shameless in dressing in his car?
Elaine nodded, grateful for his help. "I appreciate that, thank you." She told him.
Elaine didn't know he was watching her. She busied herself trying on her new work dress, a dark, classy but skimpy gown.
The man was curious to know more about her. So, he pushed ahead to question her, even though instincts told him what she was.
"You work at Transcity club?" He asked her.
Her head snapped towards the rearview mirror. He was watching her, for how long? She didn't have much time. She needed to be back at work before Stacey discovered she'd been gone for far too long.
"I'm sorry, is that a problem with you?" Elaine's tone had gone deep, while her brows were narrowed at him.
"Em..no.. I'm just curious." He shook his head, turning his eyes back on the road.
Where had the sweet, polite girl gone off to? He wondered. Now, she was in tune with her line of business.
Elaine rolled her eyes. The moment she bounced her eyes to the windscreen, she knew something was wrong.
"Em...where are we going? This isn't the way to Transcity Club." She said.
"I know another route to Transcity Club. Be well assured you're safe with me." He eyed her from the rearview mirror.
There was something about the tone in which he had said those words. And those eyes of his, they were dark - had an intense darkness in their depths. It felt as if he knew her. This was risky, the road he drove was dark, lonely, and deserted.
"Please, stop right here," she ordered.
The driver had suddenly grown deaf. He kept his hands right on the wheels ignoring Elaine whose heart was slamming hard against her rib cage.
Elaine hit the windscreen, shouting now for the driver to stop the car but there was likely no one in sight who could save her.
Time stretched on brutally, and Elaine began to feel tears running down her cheeks. She didn't know this stranger and she didn't know what he was planning to do with her.
The car shrieked to an abrupt stop. The man got out of it, circled the car, and opened the side of the vehicle.
Elaine let her shaky self out, watching the contours of the man's face as he smirked. He looked like the devil himself fawning down on her like the predator that he was.
He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the car while his breath fanned her face.
"I would have controlled myself if you hadn't been too bold yourself. You'd asked for it," he groaned, brushing his bulge to the heat of her crotch.
"This is wrong. I do not know you, please just let me go," she pleaded as his hands fell on her breasts, fondling them.
"We do know each other," he whispered, pushing her dress up to her thighs to gain easy access to her wet mound.
Knew each other! The words echoed in her head. She had never seen him before, how then did he know her?
Elaine hated the pressing need that he was waking within her. She hated the fact that she was reminded of who she was. They could go at it amicably and she could get paid, she thought.
"I would do anything, please," she haggled on the words, restricting his area of access by pressing her thighs together.
But he was stubborn, his hand waded fiercely through like a needle in a thread. She gasped when his finger brushed across the cleft of her entrance.
"Don't try to fake it now. Just spread those legs for me, while I take you on a ride," his voice was hard, hoarse, and rough like his very hands.