That night at his laptop, John researched yoga studios in the neighborhood he had surveiled, and sure enough there was one just another block up from where he had last seen Jacqueline. He made some notes, then made his way to bed, Chloe hot on his heels.
The next several days, John found different places to park to observe Jacqueline's comings and goings. She turned out to be a creature of habit, albeit a mesmerizing creature. Each morning, she had coffee at the same café, was picked up at the same time and went to yoga at the same place. If Jacqueline hadn't paid him to attack her, he worried that she was setting herself up just by her sheer predictability. Her weekend schedule changed quite a bit, but come Monday she was back on track -- business as usual.
Wednesday evening John parked around the corner from Jacqueline's yoga studio and waited for her class to finish. From across the street, he watched her say goodbye to her instructor and classmates and start her normal walk home. John checked his watch -- right on time.
There were fewer street lights on his side of the road, and he used this to his advantage, pacing his subject as she made her way home. While his primary goal was to look for dark alleys and unobserved corners along the route, he couldn't help but also watch the red-haired beauty march home.
John caught himself letting his eyes linger on the curve of Jacqueline's toned and lifted ass as it swayed with each step, tightly contained in her form fitting workout pants. His eyes traced up her body to the light blue workout shirt, the split between her breasts clearly evident from the top of it. So distracted was he by his own prey, that he accidentally scuffed a boot on a rock, causing Jacqueline to stop and look around. Faster than he thought possible of himself, John slipped into the darkened entryway of a building next to him, doing his best to hide in the shadows. He waited and watched as Jacqueline looked around and presumably decided she had been hearing things before continuing on her journey.
After silently chastising himself, John resumed his pursuit, forcing himself to focus on his task and less on the beautiful woman who had hired him to undertake it. Along the route, he made mental notes of several secluded locations along the way, and after he saw Jacqueline had made it safely into her apartment, he retraced his steps back to his car.
Mid afternoon the following day, John returned to some of the locations he had noted on his previous evenings adventure. In the day light, he did his best to non-chalantly check each location for cameras, windows and anything else that might spell disaster for him when he executed his plan. He found what he was looking for at the third location -- an alley between a warehouse and tire shop two streets up from Jacqueline's apartment. The tire shop had been dark the night before, and the warehouse appeared to be abandoned. Neither seemed to have security systems, nor were there windows between the tire shop and warehouse.
Looking around to see if he was being watched, John stepped down the alley towards a side door to the abandoned warehouse. He tested it, but it didn't budge. With a frown, he continued around the building. Behind the alley was a set of roll up doors attached to the building facing a currently empty parking lot. Several cigarette butts littered the ground, likely from the mechanics next door taking mid day smoke breaks.
With some effort and a lot of luck, John found one of the roll up doors to not be properly secured from the inside. He snuck under the door and let it fall behind him.
For some time, he saw nothing. Once his eyes adjusted it the lack of light, John took an accounting of the space. There were some boxes stowed here and there and a few crates, but not much else. And aside from some dust, the space was relatively clear -- no roaches or rats that he could see. His best guess was the place was only recently vacated.
Moving to the side door, John removed the dead bolt, unfastening it from its locked position. He made a quick circuit of the rest of the space, then secured the rolling door and exited through the side door. John had some more work to do today, and decided tonight would be the night.
John watched his prey confidently stride past on the way to her yoga appointment from across the street. Sure she was out of sight, he quickly moved to his alley way and checked his watch. Jacqueline was right on time, and now all he had to do was wait. From his back pocket, John pulled a dark balaclava and fixed it over his head.
After days of watching her, John recognized Jacqueline without even seeing her, knowing her from the cadence of her steps as she moved down the street. He glanced to a small mirror he had propped up at the edge of the alley, making sure there was no one behind his target. The coast looked clear, and John readied himself. He heard her left foot, her right... and then he reached out into the night and grabbed.
Jacqueline let out a small yelp as John pulled her off the sidewalk and into the alley, her tied up yoga mat tumbling forgotten from under her arms. He quickly lifted his hankerchief filled hand to her open mouth, jamming the makeshift gag in the open space. She fought against him, writhing against John's grip. It took all his strength to keep her restrained, her yoga classes clearly helping build her owm core strength.
With a firm hold, John started dragging Jacqueline back further into the alley, her fire red hair filling his vision and the sound of her kicking sneakers scraping against the ground beneath them. At the side door to the warehouse, he risked pulling his hand away from Jacqueline's mouth, needing his limb to open it. She screamed against her gag, but John had managed to push it down well enough to keep the noise from causing much of a stir in the quiet night. Hurriedly, he pushed Jacqueline through the door, and the slender woman stumbled forward into the dimly lit space. John then shut it behind them, locking the bolt before wrapping his arms tightly around the woman as she steadied herself on her feet.
"I've waited so long to feel your warm, fit body pressed against me," John said in a quiet, gravelly voice. "I've dreamed of this night; the night I got to shove my cock into you."
He felt a little silly after saying those words. They made him feel like a depraved version of Batman or something, but he had spent some time thinking about his client's... his *prey's*... request, and decided a little sinister dirty talk would add to the effect.
Jacqueline squirmed and protested through the improvised gag in her mouth. Keeping his left arm firmly around her midsection, John moved his hands to cup her breasts through the light fabric of her workout shirt. Beneath it and his captive's sports bra, he felt a slight bump where the sensitive bud of her nipple would be and pinched lightly. The overly familiar touch earned him a flare up of pain in his toe as Jacqueline's sneaker clad heel came down upon it. Reflexively, John squeezed harder and cursed in the red heads ear.
"You bitch! I'm going to make you pay for that!"
The threat was hollow, but the sound of his own words in his ears scared even himself.
John began walking forward, pushing the squirming form of his employer forcefully forward with him. A blanket had been laid over a stack of crates not far from the door -- part of his afternoon preparation -- and John was working his way towards them. With a final shove, he jammed Jacqueline's midsection into the edge of the foremost crate causing her to double over it. The jolt abruptly halted her attempted screams with the loss of her breath. John had to literally bite his tongue to keep from apologizing.
He paused for a moment to let his captive catch her breath, taking a moment to continue to taunt her.
"You thought you could sway that ass like you do and not attract attention? Huh? I bet beneath those fancy clothes you're just another princess who desperately want to get fucked by a real man, huh?"
Jacqueline's protests returned, and John let out a quiet sigh of relief. The blunt force hadn't completely robbed his quarry's ability to breathe. He ground his crotch into her rear, and he felt her recoil, trying to move further into the crate. He had her where he wanted her. It was time to make a move.
Securing her to the crate with his body weight, John gripped the front of the flame haired maven's tops and lifted them over her breasts, exposing her pale flesh to the cold, stale air of the warehouse. Her body reacted to the change in temperature near immediately, and her nipples became erect. John took the opportunity to tweak them between his fingers before moving on. More squirms, more protests.
"I'm going to have you now, Princess. I'm going to fill you, first with my flesh, then with my seed. And you're going to love it, aren't you?" he growled, finishing the statement with a dark chuckle.
He felt Jacqueline begin to shake as the sound of his zipper releasing echoed in the space. Sparing a glance at her face, he saw tears start to form at the corners of her eyes. John's gut felt as if a pit had formed in it. This game had gone too far, he had to make a change to the script.
