3. Vicki
Chapter 3
Vicki
" S o, you're in I.T. like technology?" I questioned my date, holding the hot caramel macchiato I ordered to go. Leopold got his in one of their house cups that could get refills from being basic coffee. He probably hoped this date would last longer than I planned because I didn't hold out hope like that anymore. None of these panned out, and the one that could, would've already captured my attention within the first ten minutes. We barely sat down, so we had time.
This one had more charm to him. My attraction came two days ago when he swiped me on the app and held a conversation. Luce nearly killed me when she found out I had this date because I made her swear to force me to delete it. To be fair, I did delete it, but I got this guy's number before doing so. Maybe I reeked of desperation, but I really wanted something real. Something that would capture me whole and refuse to let me go. I really needed something like the fortune cookie I read in the hotel room because work sucked this week, and it was only Tuesday. The mundane threatened my sanity, and I’d been lonely.
"That I am," he replied with a voice deeper than I was prepared for. He had this sexy nerd look like he could hold down a great job, but he'd make me his dirty little slut in the bedroom. I leaned closer.
"When I asked where you worked in your messages, you avoided the question." This time my lean came with a quirked brow, nearly interrogating him. It made me breathe in his intoxicating scent. Whatever cologne he wore, drove me wild, and I'd never smelled it on anyone else before. It had this spicy musk, but a lavender mint followed. I could smell that shit all day and let him fuck me as I got a high from it.
"Ah, yes. Well, I'm in between jobs at the moment, so it's always a little weird to say that to someone you're just talking to. Some just see a jobless loser instead of a human and stop talking from there. "
"So you waited until the date to tell me?" I flipped one of my braids over my shoulder. I wore two loose ones that I stretched and pulled to be flirtier but also to show I was being casual. My pink sweater fit the slight chill, and my skirt showed my wider hips in an enticing way to say, “I have curves, look.”
"There's a probability in it." His smile grew to tell me about something he enjoyed. "I'd have a higher chance of you staying and talking to me in person than I would over the phone. It's easier to see me as a person when it's not over text."
"So I’m a test to collect data from?" I didn't like that.
"Oh, heavens no! I wanted to meet you because our conversations led me to believe our in-person ones would be even better. And you match your pictures, another bonus to discover by having coffee." He raised his before taking a sip.
His thick frame glasses were doing ungodly things to my wicked mind. My eyes traced his frame, noting how tight his button-down plaid shirt pulled over his bicep when he raised it. Now those muscles might be able to do something extra fun and kinky. His skin was pale, so the dark blue in his shirt made the contrast stronger. Red hair sat in curls on the top of his head, begging for my hand to latch into them as he slammed me against the wall.
And this was my problem. I looked at every suitor like they could do what I wanted, but most let me down when we took it to that level.
I lifted my drink to hide my smile created by ogling, but I could tell he noticed my attraction to him. "Okay, what happened with your last job?"
My lips avoided forming why he got fired, choosing a more positive approach. He seemed to like that, but a sadness swept over his eyes. "The CEO closed down the whole factory I worked at. Eighty people lost their jobs in the lay off."
"Oh my god, that's terrible!" Unprepared for that, I sat back and looked into his eyes to see he spoke the truth. "I'm so sorry."
"I'll be one of the lucky ones." He shrugged. "My degree opens doors for me. It'll be the line workers who will struggle."
This date stripped the libido right out of me. All my sexual thoughts burned away, disintegrating into nothing. He noticed the shift in the mood, shaking his head. "But don't let that ruin this. Like I said, I'll be fine. I have a nice payout about to come my way from it. Plus, it gave me the availability to meet you."
His attention to the positive felt unreal because most would blame the world for their problems. I liked it, smiling to show I did. Just when I thought we could go further than a first date, my alarm began going off on my phone. I previously warned Leopold I'd have to leave for a work errand, but I wanted to meet him before it. He agreed, knowing he'd only get to introduce himself for twenty minutes. Luce and I learned it was ideal to do a first date right before we had to be somewhere to leave. Our exit would either be our saving grace, or it'd show us we wanted a second one.
The moment it went off, it made me sad to leave, telling me I wanted another date with him, but I didn't want to look too eager. "That's my cue."
"And yet you're not standing," he stated the obvious. I bit my lip.
"Maybe you can be available again?" I stood from my chair to grab my purse from the back of it.
"I have a feeling we'll see each other real soon," he said, standing from his spot to give me a hug. He kept it simple, but I could smell his deliciousness. The lavender and mint chasing as I stepped away. Yeah, I could breathe that in while calling him Daddy.
"We'll see," I teased and walked away. God, it felt so good to have decent date, but I didn't want to jinx it by being too excited. Instead, I headed for the bank with the deposit my father needed done. Part of me didn't want to leave, but I knew my father would be waiting to see the cash move into the account. He was always a stickler about it, so I never mentioned these small detours I had along the way to the bank. My purse contained checks worth almost fifty grand, so I made sure I could feel it at all times to not lose it.
The sun was out just enough through the clouds that I put my sunglasses on as I began my walk down the sidewalk. I chose a coffee shop only a block away, so it wouldn't take me too long to get there. Everyone felt like they were in a rush around me, so I took them in. My phone rang before long, seeing Luce's face cover my screen with a picture of what I was hoping was her elbow pinched together because if not, she put her ass crack as her profile.
"When did you change your photo?" I said instead of greeting her .
"Oh, honey, I have all the passwords, so whenever I damn well please."
Rolling my eyes, she couldn't see it or the grin on my face. Luce did quirky shit like this constantly, and it always brightened my day. "Please tell me that's your elbow."
"Nope." She popped the P. "The original is in your recents, if you want the full moon."
Only she could make me laugh and curse at the same time. "And why do I need this full moon and ass crack?"
"So you don't slip through the cracks," she snorted like it was the funniest joke in the world. "You know, because you had a date."
"Funny you act so cheeky . Are you bummed out too?" I threw back.
"Vic, you can't do this to me. You know I'm like a dog begging for a bone when it comes to these jokes."
"Okay, I'll open it up until we run out of quips." Snickering, I braced for impact. Luce was someone who could keep serving once we dished. "What did one butt cheek say to the other?"
"Yesss," she hissed, loving the game I made, pondering what she wanted to use as ammo. "Between you and me, some shit's about to go down. "
"In mine, our cheeks are on a plane," I prefaced. "Of course they had to sit an asshole between us."
This conversation took place as I casually strolled down the sidewalk. None of the bystanders heard my best friend heaving for breaths on the other end of the phone. They didn't know we were fucked up and owned it, but I did. Sadly, the bank entrance was only a few feet away. At least I could go in with a smile from two things today.
"Hey, Luce, we'll have to finish later because I have to head into the bank."
"Ugh. After all the crap we've been through, we're still together." Yup, she nailed me with another one to end our call. "Oh! But I wanted to ask you how the date went?"
"Your interrupting call is about fifteen minutes too late," I grumbled.
"Bitch, please. You gave that man twenty minutes of your time. You can handle that on your own. I can't hold your hand through everything."
Instead of answering, I threw another question at her because she deserved where it would lead. "What did one pussy lip say to the other?"
"What? "
"We used to be tight till we let all those dicks come between us." I waited for her to calm down before finishing our call. "And today's dick just might. Okay, love you! Bye!"
There, now she'd be left without details. I ended it before moving into the bank, noticing a text from Leopold.
Leopold: See you soon, Vicki.
I got another message right after, making me hide the bubble of humor that nearly slipped. The bank was busy like it usually was during lunch time.
Luce: ??????
Swoon. I needed a man to boss me around a little bit, but I promised to reply with something snarky, once I thought of it. My time in the line was spent doing just that, wondering what I could say that would both engage him and enrage him. It was my favorite combo because the right man would love it, but the wrong men whined like little bitches. There'd only be room for one brat in my life, and that was myself.
"Hello, Miss D'amour," the teller greeted me when I reached her station. The line moved faster than I planned, so I set my phone in my bag to handle business. Right as I opened my mouth to reply, chaos ensued.
"Everyone! Put your hands up!" I wildly flipped toward the door, hearing a gun shot to gain our attention faster.
Two men entered in their black clothes and gloves with hockey masks to match the ensemble. Their hoods were up to hide their hair, and even scarier, the lead man took one glance at me and stormed my way. His determined direction showed his power, vibrating through every muscle of his being. He held a knife instead of a gun like his buddy who fired his.
He was a heat-seeking missile, and I became his target. My hands were clearly up in the air, so he didn't come after me for breaking his set rule. No, they planned to find me, knowing I'd be here right now. A sinking feeling of dread tried to find me, but I pictured Luce's butt crack instead to take my mind off it. We had so many puns we didn't get to finish.
I closed my eyes when he got to me and forcefully took hold of my throat, pressing my back against his front. The cool metal of the knife brushed along my neck, creating a shiver that traveled down my spine. His strong front kept dragging along my backside, and my mind went to the one place it shouldn't have when becoming a hostage.
The gutter.
Not even just t he dirty filth. Nope, I was a filthy gutter slut who enjoyed his dominance. The man was here to target me for whatever reason, and I went to wanting to have sex with him. I blamed the books I read and the sad quality in my sex life. He'd be a rollercoaster worth the anticipation as he moved the hand with the knife over my middle to keep me pressed against him to not run. If only he knew I apparently didn't have a flight or fight. No, I had a fuck switch, and he brought a vellicating knife to the party.
'Oh, a man is trying to kill me! I should fuck him.' Yeah, I'd been ruined.
"Nobody gets hurt if they stay back!" He kept moving us away from people, causing my ass to drag against his crotch. The motion made the bulge behind me only grow. He moved the knife back to my throat, switching the position of his hands for his other to hold my middle tighter against him. The cool of the blade skimmed my jugular, and I liked the tease.
"Mmm..." It slipped before I had time to stop it. My eyes popped wide open, feeling the man now not even breathing behind me. He heard it. He heard me moan during what I could only assume was my own abduction because we were he ading for the gunman by the door and not the tellers with the money. Clearing my throat, I had to empty my mind. "I mean, Oh no!"
"It's a little late for that, honey," the man let out a raspy breath before his partner opened the door for him to move us out. A white van pulled up, and I was thrown into the rear as the gun man began tying my hands behind my back. A bag was placed over my head, and the knife man slapped the metal a few times to signal their escape.
Now that I didn't have a dick trying to greet my cheeks, I realized the severity of the situation. I'd been kidnapped, and I didn't try to stop it because I was horny for my attacker. What the fuck was happening?