She walked towards the bustling building in the darkness, her heels clinking against the floor, a disruptive sound in the quiet night. She hugged herself, enveloping her self aimlessly with her arms, her cigarette sizzling as she took puffs at intervals to keep herself warm.
This wasn't how she pictured her night to go, No. Infact why was this happening in the first place?. Her name is Matilda O'Leary and she just happened to be the very fortunate child of a very rich business owner, a millionaire who was approaching billionaire status. Her father owned a major enterprise that just happened to be very popular in the country and his business was valued at a whopping ten billion dollars and the best part? She was going to inherit it all. Everything will go to her.... everything.....under her name.
Then, why the hell is she walking? Where was the secret service...where was the chaperones? Why isn't she seating pretty behind the driver's seat inside a limousine or an SUV? Why is she staggering to the gala on her golden heels in a cold dangerous and lonely night where anything could happen to her?.
Well, this was her first official task and event as a heiress, a test given to her by her father to ensure that she was qualified for the trifling Job of being the general overseer of his "precious company" like he always said. The deal was to toughen her up...giver her something outside what she was already used to, something outside her comfort zone.
She was to drive herself to the gala where important personelles would be present, mingle with them all on her own and cut awesome deals that would benefit the company."They should not be less than five offers" he told her sternly, as she went. The talking wasn't an issue for her, she was an expert sweet talker, if she wanted she could spawn out ten exclusive offers from ten billionaires at a spot if she wanted to.
But all these would be done, if she made it to the building. Right now, she was car-less, her automobile stuck in a ditch a few distance back and all she had was herself, her cigarette to ease her pain and worry and her phone. She could get her another car ASAP, Daddy however, was just a dail away.
But he wasn't an option as of the moment, she would fail the test automatically, so she decided to leg it through...how harmful could it be?.
But she saw something that made her heart drop,that made her stop apburtly in her tracks....Men! A whole bunch of them! Her greatest fear! She scoffed and for the first time since she started strutting in the cold night...she shivered.
She hastily took a few steps backward, so as not to let them catch a glimpse of her, but TOO LATE! They were aware of her presence!!! The heels!! The damn heels! She took a condescending glare at them and instantly yanked them off her foot and without wasting time she made for it! Dashing expertly back the way she came from.
"Oh look a damsel in distress!"
"Why don't we come to her aid boys?"
"Spot, get her!" She heard faintly behind her as she ran, swiftly zooming past what she could have sworn was a figure or someone but she didn't care for all that. She needed to get home! And fast!.
But Men and thier unbecoming strength, because in just a few strides, someone caught up to her, yanked her by her hair and began to pull her back as she screamed and shrieked struggling to unclutch herself from her kidnapper's grasp.
"Good job spot, now bring her here let's enjoy for the night". She heard a voice from the distance, which got closer with each pull.
"Fuck you!" She screamed, tearing up and skittering around the floor, her dress torn up from the friction, she repulsed at the idea of her being a satisfier for the bunch of hooligans that were waiting to fidget and play around in her pussy. They probably haven't taken thier bath for like ten days or so! And for this reason she screamed even louder. She felt the hold, become stronger, tighter....the pull rougher.
Next thing she knew, her kidnapper... stopped momentarily, she immediately stopped squirming and looked around her with a teary eye and a stressed expression. Was it a saviour? She inwardly thanked her stars...but that was all wishful thinking because not long after the pulling began again
"What's the hold up spot?" She heard the same voice.
But that wasn't a concern presently because she wasnted to find the reason for his momentarily pause in action, she looked around and in a few got her answer immediately...that figure! Same one from earlier... standing! A quick glance and she discovered that it was actually a man there.
"Is that how you behave when you obviously see a woman in distress? Help me you fucking spectator! Behave like the man you are!" She yelled out, her voice cracking...her scream blood curling. But the man stood unmoved, she imagined him glaring at her expressionless... probably without a care in the world. Men, they were all the same.
She still couldn't see his face in the darkness, but she was sure of one thing, she could see it even through the darkness. The man here could fight them! His toned muscles was a testament to her claims.
"What an annoyance" he growled and she gasped,
"What?"
"I said you are annoying me, i came here for a quiet time outside the gala chaos..." He added
"The gala! I was heading there too...are you a security? I will pay you please save me!" She begged, resorting to it. That was her only choice.
"Don't interfere pal, you could join the fun if you want to" Spot said.
"I don't want your money lady, i however,need something else"
"What! I will give you anything"
"I need.... You"