Switcheroo (BB & crystaltears)
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				Title: <strong>Switcheroo (BB &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BrightBlue</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 00:45:50</strong>
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				Richard sat in the dark car.&nbsp; He wiped his arm across his face before the warm tears in his eyes could fall down his face.<br><br>"Fucking bitch!" he yelled, slamming his fist down on the steering wheel.&nbsp; He sniffed swallowed the lump in his throat and gritted his teeth.&nbsp; He had to get a hold of himself.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and reached into the back seat and grabbed the handcuffs and rope he had brought with him.&nbsp; He tossed them on the passenger seat.<br><br>He took another breath and stared out into the rainy night, waiting for his therapist to get off work.&nbsp; Looking down to check the time on his cell phone, he saw he had another text message from his wife.&nbsp; She had filed for a restraining order.&nbsp; She wasn't going to come back home.<br><br><em>Good,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>I need the place to myself anyway.</em><br><br>He smiled an odd smile.&nbsp; He was going to take action.&nbsp; This woman ruined his marriage and she wasn't going to get away with it.&nbsp; The thought caused his anger to subside.&nbsp; He looked back into the back of the car again to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.&nbsp; He looked on the floor and saw the brown sack.<br><br><em>Oops,</em> he thought, stretching back to pick it up.&nbsp; Then he grabbed the cuffs and opened the door to the sound of the pouring rain.&nbsp; He closed the door and walked into a small alley by the stairs to her office to wait.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Switcheroo (BB &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 01:04:29</strong>
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				The rain outside could be heard falling against the roof of her office. It brought a smile to Jeanette's lips as she tucked away the last of the paperwork she'd been reviewing. It was later than usual, but then she'd had quite a few important details offered with her last client and she needed to make sure her notes were in order before leaving the office. Mary, the secretary, had left about a half hour before, and that was just as well.<br><br>She ran her fingers through her wavy bangs, layered to highlight her face, and wound a few stray hairs that had fallen to her shoulders around the base of her pony tail. Why it mattered that she look presentable at this hour of night when she'd no customers waiting she could not have said. She locked the drawer with her files and stood, her leather chair rolling easily from the motion of doing so. In her right hand she took her purse. The small, brown bag was a lovely accessory for her brown pencil skirt and went well with the black button up top she'd worn to the office that day.<br><br>She moved the chair back under the desk and straightened her pencil so it aligned with her calendar. Everything in order, just as she liked it. Another smile took her lips as she headed out the office doors and then past the reception area. She flipped the lights off without a second thought and sighed as she stepped into the rain. Much as she enjoyed the sound of it, she'd not brought her umbrella inside today and she didn't enjoy being wet.<br><br>It clung to her hair almost instantly, dampening it and weighing it down as she turned and slid the key into the lock of the door. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she headed for the stairs, hand taking the slick guardrail. Jeanette pause midway down and looked back toward the door. She'd forgotten to turn off her actual office lights, but Mary would do that in the morning when the other therapist that shared her offices came in. <em>'Two weeks of vacation time all to myself.'</em> She shook her head, feeling raindrops slide down her skin as she did, and continued down the stairs a bit more quickly, intent on reaching her car before she was soaked through and through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Switcheroo (BB &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BrightBlue</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 07:01:12</strong>
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				When she emerged onto the street, Richard fell in behind her.&nbsp; He walked behind her for a few steps watching her arms move back and forth as she walked.&nbsp; He grab her right arm as it came back and slapped one of the cuffs onto her wrist.&nbsp; He quickly grabbed her other arm and jerked it behind her, pulling it towards the other so he could fasten the other cuff to her wrist.<br><br>He slipped his arm up between hers and took the sack out of his back pocket with his other arm.&nbsp; Pulling the sack down over her head, he dragged her through the rain to his car.&nbsp; He threw her into the back seat before jumping into the driver seat.&nbsp; He put his arm on the passenger seat and looked back over his shoulder at her.&nbsp; Her clothes were soaked.<br><br>"Jean, it's Richard.&nbsp; You're going to be staying with me now."&nbsp; He reached back and rubbed her arm.&nbsp; "We're going to have some fun."<br><br>He was already starting to feel better.&nbsp; From time to time he would reach back and rub or pinch her, as if to make sure she was still there.&nbsp; He slowed the car and pulled into his driveway.&nbsp; He turned the headlights off and turned off the ignition.&nbsp; He opened the back door and pulled her out by the ankles.&nbsp; Then he picked her up and carried her into the house like a groom would carry his bride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Switcheroo (BB &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 21:55:17</strong>
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				Jeanette was oblivious to the man walking along behind her. All that occupied her mind was the rain and the sound of her heels on the pavement, that and wanting to get to her car. She kept her purse cradled to her torso with her left arm, trying to protect its contents from the weather. Her right arm swung freely with her steps, until Richard caught it and she felt something metal snap against her wrist. "Wh-"<br><br>Jeanette tried to twist away, but he had reached forward, seizing her left wrist now and pulling it back roughly. Her balance wavered from the force and she found herself falling as one of her heels twisted under her. She regained herself before serious injury was done, but not before the cold touch of metal circled her left wrist as well. "What are you doing? Please." The words were quieter than she'd intended. Like somewhere between their conception and her speech was a muffle that diluted the sound. The muffle of shock. Were those handcuffs on her wrists?<br><br>An arm slid between hers as she tested them. They were handcuffs. A thrill of panic fluttered from her heart as she craned her neck and caught a glimpse of a man's figure in the darkness, just before cloth came down over her face. "Please-" she started again, but he didn't pause at all before moving her, dragging her, across the parking lot. <em>'Oh God.. What does he want?'</em><br><br>She found she couldn't ask aloud in her current state, least not while being dragged across the lot. Her focus became not letting her heels turn under so she wouldn't hurt herself. Then a car door opened, a rough shove at the small of her back and downward pressure on her head forced her inside, and it closed. She heard another door open. Driver's side, she would have wagered. "What are you doing?" She finally managed to ask.<br><br>She heard her assailant moving in the seat in the front of the car as she struggled to gain her bearings. It was difficult to twist into a sitting position with her hands cuffed behind her, but Jeanette eventually managed. The rain water was like a coat of moisture, mingling with her sweat now. It felt cool, but that wouldn't last with her apprehension. Her hands had gone sweaty too, and she could feel where moisture coalesced and slid down between her breasts along her stomach. She managed to swallow just before she heard his voice, "Jean, it's Richard.&nbsp; You're going to be staying with me now." The thrill of panic resurfaced at her realization that this was one of her clients. Not only that, but a client whose troubles hadn't been resolved. His hand touched her arm, his thumb rubbed it, "We're going to have some fun." <br><br>She was certain she managed some coherent words. Things like, "Stop this now." and "No one has to know.", but Richard gave no response to them. The car was moving. Jean was in real danger. What had happened to her purse? Her thoughts were clearing now as she tried to figure out if it had still been looped over her arm when she was cuffed. If it was still here, with her. If she could fish her fingers into it for her phone. <br><br>The confines of the car made it difficult to figure out, particularly with the cuffs in place. Each touch and pinch from Richard brought forth a quiet whine of apprehension or a quieter plea. They scattered her thoughts and her focus. The car came to a halt and she heard the doors open again. Then she was lifted from it, pulled to his chest and carried away from the vehicle. <em>'Keep yourself together.'</em> She thought about crying out, but surely if he lived anywhere where doing that would bring attention the man would have thought to silence her. Richard was smart enough for that. Instead Jean waited to see what he would say... What opportunity she might have yet to reason with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Switcheroo (BB &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BrightBlue</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 06:41:35</strong>
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				He sat down in an overstuffed loveseat with her in his lap.&nbsp; He kept his left hand under her head and used the right one to pull the sack off.<br><br>"Hey, Jean," he said, resting his right hand on her stomach.&nbsp; "You're probably wondering why I brought you here."<br><br>He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, trying to compose himself.<br><br>"You ruined my marriage, Jean.&nbsp; My wife is gone for good now.&nbsp; I'm all alone.&nbsp; And it's your fault.&nbsp; But you're going to make it up to me.&nbsp; That's why you're here, Jean."<br><br>He started to unbutton her shirt with his free hand, the other still supporting her neck.<br><br>"I just don't do well by myself," he continued unbuttoning.&nbsp; "So, I figured you owe me.&nbsp; And I brought you here."<br><br>He finished unbuttoning her shirt and rubbed his hand down the middle of her breasts to her stomach, then he shook his head and stopped.<br><br>"Sorry, let's get you out of these wet clothes," he said and stood up, throwing her over his shoulder and starting up the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Switcheroo (BB &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 16:40:55</strong>
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				She felt him sit and pull herself into his lap. She felt the fingers of his left hand slide under her head, and then saw him as the sack was pulled free. Jean was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling, her cheeks streaked with tears. <em>'I've been crying?'</em> She hadn't even realized, but as the sack was pulled free and the cool air of the room brushed against the streaks she became abundantly aware. "Hey, Jean," Richard said, moving his right hand to her stomach, "You're probably wondering why I brought you here." He looked up for a time and Jean wriggled somewhat in his lap, trying to free her hands. Her purse was in the car. She'd felt it in there before he'd pulled her free, but it wasn't looped around her arm. Had she kept it in her fingers before he'd thrown her in? Everything was jumbling together in her mind as his voice continued, "You ruined my marriage, Jean.&nbsp; My wife is gone for good now.&nbsp; I'm all alone.&nbsp; And it's your fault." A thrill of fear crawled along her spine, sending shivers through her body and raising goosebumps on her arms, "But you're going to make it up to me.&nbsp; That's why you're here, Jean." <br><br>She swallowed thickly then. <em>'Oh God..'</em> And his fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse, pulling them free. Her breathing became heavier, the rise and fall of her chest more pronounced. "Richard, please-"<br><br>"I just don't do well by myself," he said as he continued unbuttoning. "So, I figured you owe me. And I brought you here." The last button slid through its hole and the two sides of her shirt fell free. Jean felt sick as her bare skin was revealed to him, the lacy pattern of her black bra visible for her ex-client. His hand came up again, to her collar bones, and ran down the center of her chest, between her breasts, and to her stomach, which trembled. Richard shook his head and stopped, "Sorry, let's get you out of these wet clothes," he said as he stood up and threw her over his shoulder to carry her upstairs.<br><br>Jean struggled then, her stomach pressed to the fabric of his shirt. She tried to free her wrists of the handcuffs, but the metal only bit into her skin and made her whimper a bit. She tried to throw the man off-balance.. And yet, what good would it do even if she was successful. "Richard, think of what you're doing! You'll go to jail if you go through with this!" Her voice interchanged between threat that was tenuous at best and quavering fear. There was urgency in it now as she tried to wriggle free of him.
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