Sliding the dress up over her hips she contemplated what the evening would bring. As she reached over her shoulder to zip the curve hugging, navy, lace dress up she thought back to the last time she had been out with her friends, it had been months ago and she had been so busy since that she hadn't had any time to let her hair down and enjoy herself. She looked in the mirror to appraise her reflection: the dress hugged her in all the right places, emphasising the curves of her hips and breasts and the low v neck showing what she felt was just the right amount of cleavage. She had chosen to pair the dress with red heels that elongated her legs and then reached to the table beside her to pick up a glossy red lipstick which she applied carefully to her full lips. "That will do," she thought as her phone pinged to say the taxi was waiting outside.
The journey to the bar was short and she thanked the driver and slid carefully out of the taxi, looking up she saw her friends waiting for her and she smiled across at them as they waved to her. She walked across the road and towards them carefully, focusing on staying upright in her heels, her hips swaying involuntarily from left to right, almost hypnotically, in time with her movements. A strange feeling crept over her, as if she was being watched but she shrugged off her silliness and focused on walking towards her friends.
After some brief greetings, long awaiting hugs and excitement the friends walked into the bar. It was newly opened and therefore not somewhere they had been before. The decoration was opulent, velvet drapes lined the walls and enormous gold chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting light and creating patches of shadow around the room. They approached the bar and she rested her arm on the cool, gold metal of the bars surface to reach for a wine list.
The barman handed her the bottle of smooth, dark red wine she had ordered and 3 crystal glasses that clinked pleasingly as she picked them up. The friends retreated to a quiet corner of the bar and began their long awaited catch up. As she sipped her wine, she felt the warmth filling her body, relaxing her muscles and easing away the worries of the last few months. She laughed easily with her friends and enjoyed hearing about what they had been doing. As she began to pour from the second bottle of wine, the uneasy feeling came over her again. She looked around her surreptitiously, aware that she was likely being irrational. It was hard to see in the dim light but she thought she could see a figure standing on the other side of the room in the shadows, but on second glance realised it was nothing and continued to chat with her friends.
By now the alcohol had fully warmed her insides and she was beginning to feel a little fuzzy around the edges, but it was still early and she was enjoying herself. "I'm going to get us another bottle," she explained to her friends, rising carefully from her seat and making her away across the bar. It had filled up considerably since they had entered and she found herself having to move closely between different people, her body grazing them as she squeezed past. At the bar she waited for the barman to catch her eye so she could place her order, but before she could do that, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she came face to face with a beautiful, blonde, young waitress. "Erm...hi, can I help you?" She asked the waitress.
"Yes, I need you to follow me." The waitress explained and turned on her heels walking away before she was even able to respond.
Feeling like she had no choice, and wondering if her friends were ok, she quickly followed, squeezing again through the crowd. The waitress walked to the far corner of the bar, it was dark there and there didn't appear to be anyone or anything there. "Through here, please." She said and pulled one of the velvet drapes back to reveal a doorway and gently pushed the door open for her. Confused and acting almost on auto pilot, she walked through the door, nervously smoothing her dress over her hips and rubbing her red lips together, anxious still about what was happening. She turned to asked the waitress what was happening and saw the door close behind her. Unsure what what happening, she instinctively turned and pulled at the door handle.
"Its locked." Said a deep voice from the other side of the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of a lamp placed on a large, grey marble desk in the middle of the room. She spun around to see who had spoken but couldn't see anyone. "Who are you? Why have you locked me in here? What's happening?" She asked, moving further into the room to try to catch a glimpse of the speaker. She paused nervously next to the marble desk, placing her hand on it to steady herself the nerves and wine starting to affect her balance.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Came the voice and she saw a movement in the dim light ahead of her. She fixed her eyes on that space, her heart thumping in her chest. A figure moved into the light cast by the lamp, the figure of the man was tall and she could see his broad, muscular shoulders even in the low light. As he moved closer she could see his dark hair, swept back neatly away from his face and his strong jaw. Despite her nerves and the unusual situation, she felt an unexpected flash of desire for the stranger. As she looked at him, she felt his eyes burning into her, she looked up and caught his dark eyes tracing her curves and lingering on the swell of her breasts. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she felt her heart rate increase. "What do you want?" She asked the stranger.
"You." He said confidently. "Are you enjoying your evening?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to process what was happening and align it with the way her body was reacting, without her permission, to his lingering gaze.
