The rain fell in sheets, soaking everyone down to the bone. People ran for cover as the dark gray clouds scuttled overhead, dropping little water bombs everywhere. It was not the best day to be outside.
She ran from the little shop where she had tried to wait out the rain. A pressing appointment would no longer keep. Maybe she could have missed it, but she preferred to be there. They had told her that the clients really needed to see her this morning. It was a big deal and they were getting antsy.
Her short, auburn hair was plastered to her scalp as she dodged between cars. The thin blouse she had on was next to transparent from the rain. Her heavy breasts in her black bra were clearly visible to whomever looked. A short skirt, and now soaked black stockings, completed her ensemble. The skirt kept riding up as she leapt over puddles. The garter belt that she used to hold her stockings flashed out with each little jump. Several men saw this and smiled to themselves. Yes, even wet, especially wet, she was beautiful.
Fishing in her bag, she found her keys and pressed the unlock button. The little red sports car parked in front of her chirped in response. Opening the door, she threw her things into the back seat. As she was reaching for the lock, the passenger door flew open. She screamed and bumped back into her door as someone jumped into her car.
"Don't speak! Just do as I say and no one gets hurt!" the stranger drawled in a Aussie accent as he held out a gun. "Start the car!"
With a trembling hand, she put the keys in the ignition and turned the engine on.
"Take it easy now... I promise not to hurt you. I just need a ride." He spoke softly. "Just drive slowly and don't try to wreck us. I know how you Yank drivers can be."
Did he just make a joke, she thought. My God! I'm being car-jacked and this guy's a comedian! She looked sideways at him as she pulled out into the road. Not too bad looking she thought. Actually kind of, well... adorable! Short brown hair and a peppered goatee framed a boyish face. Even sitting down, she could tell that he was tall and had a nice build. His jeans were wet and clung to him, especially to his crotch, outlining his manhood. She felt herself blush as she noticed this.
He smiled at her. "I really am sorry to trouble you, but have you ever tried to catch a cab in weather like this?" When he smiled, his hazel eyes sparkled.
"I..." she stuttered. "I... have somewhere to be. They're expecting me! I can't take you anywhere!"
"Look... I'm the one holding the gun. I would prefer not to use it, but I really need to get out of the city right now. So please, just drive and let me think. No funny stuff and everything will work out with no worries. All right?"
With tears welling up in her eyes, she nodded. "Where... where are we going?"
"Just head east on I-10. I'll tell you where to turn off." Saying that, he placed the gun down in the seat beside him.
Silence filled the car as she pulled out of town and onto the interstate. Only the sounds of raindrops and the wet tires slapping the pavement broke the quiet. She had stopped crying and was starting to shiver.
"I'm truly sorry, miss." he said. "Here, let me turn the heat on. I may be car-jacking you, but I really am an okay bloke."
He fiddled with the knobs. "Bloody blasted thing! Doesn't this work?"
She was shocked as she found herself starting to giggle. He was jiggling the knobs to the heater controls around and nothing was happening. He stopped and the look on his face sent her over the edge. Her laughter echoed in the car.
Fearing that she may be losing it, he asked, "Miss.. are you okay?" As he said this, he couldn't help but notice her hardened nipples and her breasts jumping with every laugh.
She shook her head and tried to get control over herself. 'What am I doing,' she thought. 'But what is he doing? He's kidnapped me and he's worried about me being cold? What is going on?' Finally she was able to stifle her laughter and ask him a question.
"Why are you doing this? You don't look like anyone who would kidnap someone or steal a car."
He shook his head. "Trust me, miss. If there would have been any other way, I would have taken it. The less you know, the better off you'll be."
She slowed the car down and looked at him. "I do seem to be involved in whatever it is you are in. Or did you miss the fact that this is my Goddamn car you're sitting in! And I also happen to be sitting here, in this car, soaked to my fucking skin! So I think you owe me some answers!"
