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Freewill 504: Roadside Assistance
By: Chris A
I stood, arms folded across my chest in disbelief. I felt so stupid as I watched the traffic slowly move past me and my stricken car. The sun was low on the horizon and as I looked back over the mile of traffic that I could see, all the cars were lost in a shimmering haze. I couldn't believe how fast a traffic jam of these proportions started. I really didn't know what to do since I had never been in a situation like this before. I figured before to long a cop would come along. I waited at least 15 minutes before a car finally stopped. A young man got out of the car and walked back to where I was standing.
"Are you OK?" he asked
"I'm fine, but my car isn't." I answered.
"Did you need a ride? I can take you to a phone and you can call for a tow truck." He offered.
I was always leery about taking rides from strangers, but he seemed like a nice enough guy, so I accepted his offer. The two of us walked up to his car and I climbed in the passenger side. He pulled out onto the highway. He introduced himself as Scott, telling me he was a student at State.
"I'm Debbie." I answered.
After that, a long silence ensued. Neither of us knew what to say, and since I was very uncomfortable at being here anyway, the silence was fine with me. We got off at the next exit and a half a mile up the road, we pulled into a gas station. He let me out by the phone and I went and made the call for a tow truck. After hanging up the phone I walked over to where Scott had parked and got in the car.
"They said a tow truck should be out in half an hour." I began.
"Here ya go." Answered Scott, as he offered me a Coke.
After standing in the heat for half an hour, I couldn't resist but accept it. It felt so good going down. I finished about half the bottle on the first sip, and even though it had a sweeter than normal taste, it tasted great. Scott started the car and told me he was going to take me back to my car to wait for the tow truck. We pulled out of the gas station and worked our way back toward my car. His car didn't have air conditioning and since afternoon traffic was thickening, it was getting extremely hot in the car. Quickly I finished my Coke. We took side streets past my car and then got back on the freeway. The traffic was now at a stand still. Very slowly we crept foreword. The late afternoon heat was getting worse and with no air coming into the car, it was becoming unbearable. I looked over at Scott, sitting there in shorts and a take top and I was jealous. Of all the days to wear a heavy business suit.
"So tell me about yourself." Began Scott
I really didn't want to talk, but I suddenly felt a compulsion to tell him about myself. I ran him through most of the things going on in my life at the present.
"Are you hot?" he asked. It seemed obvious.
"Just a little." I answered
"Why don't you take your jacket off?" he asked.
"I'll be OK." I answered. I would have liked to take it off, but with a sheer white camisole on underneath, I would have felt very awkward.
"Take it off, you'll feel a lot better." He continued
I told him I was fine, but for some reason I undid the two buttons and slid the jacket off. He told me to put it in the back and I did.
"Isn't that better?" he asked
Of course he was right, but I still felt uncomfortable. "Yeah." I answered. I just wanted to get back to my car. Suddenly I didn't feel good about being with this guy. I knew we were still a mile away, and it didn't look like this was going to be a quick mile.
"You can let me out here and I'll walk." I offered
"Nah, you want me to drive you." He answered.
I knew I didn't, but I said he was right. I screamed at myself for agreeing with him.
"You wanna play a game?" he asked.
"Not really." I answered.
"I think you do."
"No, I'm quite certain that I don't." I answered, the certainty in my voice was definite.
"You wanna play a game. Now tell me you do."
"I wanna play a game." I answered, assuring myself that I did it to help pass the time. I couldn't think of any other reason that I succumbed
"Told you." He replied mockingly.
"So what game are we going to play?" I asked.
"It goes like this. Everytime you hear a car horn, you will take something you're wearing and toss it in the back seat."
"I don't think so." I answered.
"Furthermore, once you remove it you will completely forget that you ever had it on." He continued.
"I'm not playing that game." I answered. I wanted to get out of the car, but I knew I needed him to drive me back to my car.
"Sure you are. All you have to do now is tell me you're going to play."
"I'm not." I answered and it was final.
"We can do this your way." He answered.
"You're crazy!" she yelled
"Do not yell at me again! Now say you're sorry."
There was no way in hell I was going to say that I told myself, right before I apologized.
"That's better. Now are you ready to play?"
"No."
"Well I think you are." He answered, right before he hit the horn.
Unable to control myself, I reached down and removed one of my shoes and tossed it into the back seat. I looked over at him in shock. I had no idea why I just did that.
"Told you so." He began.
I didn't say anything. I turned away from him and looked at the tail lights of the car in front of us. An eerie silence settled in and I had no intention of breaking it. I told myself to just keep staring straight ahead and ignore the fact he was even in the car. We rode this way for a few minutes before I heard a horn from one of the cars behind us. I reached down and removed my other shoe and tossed it in the back. I was terrified. I had no idea what had come over me. Scott didn't say anything, he didn't even look over at me. I kept telling myself to get out of the car, but I couldn't make myself pull the door handle.
Scott started to move into the left lane when I heard the car he was trying to get in front of honk at us. I pulled my skirt up, exposing my white panties and began pulling my pantyhose down. I slid them down my legs and threw them in the back seat. I pulled my skirt back down.
"Are you having fun?" asked Scott
"No. I don't want to play anymore." I answered.
"Sure you do." He answered. He blew the horn again. "The game isn't over until we reach your car, or you're out of clothes."
Once again I pulled up my skirt exposing my panties, this time I hooked the sides of my panties with my thumbs and pushed them down my legs, exposing the dark hair between my legs. I immediately pulled my skirt down and then tossed my panties into the back seat.
"Now, I'll ask you again. Are you having fun?"
"No, I don't like it." I answered.
"Wrong answer." Scott corrected me before blowing the horn again.
I reached up behind myself and unclasped my bra. I worked the strap off my left shoulder then off my right. I reached up my shirt and pulled my bra out and tossed it in the back seat. I folded my arms across my chest to conceal my dark nipples which would be visible through the sheer material. Still I refused to look at him, but now I realized the helplessness of my situation. He was somehow imposing his will on me and I was unable to resist him.
"So, have you had a chance to reconsider?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm having fun." I answered through gritted teeth. I had to agree, I had nothing else I was willing to lose.
"Good, we should be to your car in a few minutes, I can see it up ahead on the shoulder. It looks like the tow truck beat us here."
"Thank god." I answered breathing a sigh of relief.
Scott was about to begin, until hearing the sound of a horn in the distance. All he did was smile. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to remove my shirt, and I wasn't keen on the idea of baring my cunt either. It was a difficult decision, but finally I lowered the zipped on the side of my skirt. Very slowly I worked my skirt out from under me and pushed it down my legs onto the floor. I picked it up, careful to keep my one hand covering my dark hair between my legs. I tossed the skirt into the back. I was in shock as I looked down at myself, naked below the waist, and a sheer shirt covering my breasts. I couldn't believe I was sitting here like this.
"Did you want me to stop at your car?" asked Scott.
There was no way I could get out of the car like this. "No, you better not." I answered, wanting nothing more than to get out of this car and get as far away from this creep as possible.
We reached my car and I saw the tow truck hooking up to it, and just that fast we were passed it and speeding away.
"So what did you want to do?" asked Scott
"I don't know." I answered. Oh sure there were things I wanted to do, but I didn't think he would want to hear any of them and I was even more sure that I didn't want to say them for fear of what he might make me do. With that I sat silently, with both of my hands between my legs covering my cunt. I had no idea what I was going to do. I stared out the window at the last vanishing rays of the sun as it set.
"I guess since you don't wanna talk you can listen to me talk. I'm sure your wondering what happened to make you do what you've done, well I'll tell you. That Coke you drank had a d**g in it called Freewill 504. The function of this d**g is to suppress the will of the person who takes it. For three or so hours after you take it, any idea put in your head will seem like a good one."
I didn't bother to answer.
We stayed on the highway until we reached the mall exits. Scott drove into the main mall lot and began searching for a spot. I had no idea what we were doing here. Finally we found spot. It was kind of far away from the mall entrance, but that was good, it would give me a chance to get away. He shut the car off.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"I figured we would get you something to wear."
"I not going in the mall like this!" I answered.
"You should lower your voice. Or you sure will go in like that."
He reached up and blew the horn. Unable to stop myself, I removed my hands from between my legs and stripped off my shirt and tossed it in the back seat. Quickly I covered myself up again.
"Are you ready now?" he asked.
"Please don't make me do this."
"Get out of the car Debbie."
I obediently pulled the door handle and climbed out of the car. The area where he had parked was not well lit so I doubted if anyone could see me standing there naked, but it was only a matter of time before a car would pass. I closed the car door and waited. Scott got out of the car and tossed something to me. It was a skirt and jacket. I was never so happy in my life as when I pulled the skirt on and slipped the jacket over my shoulders. I buttoned the front, and even though it left a good deal of my cleavage showing, at least I was covered.
"Follow me." Scott began, as he walked away.
I did and he led us to the mall entrance. We walked around inside for a few minutes before he led me into a clothing store. The two of us looked around for a few minutes. I saw plenty of things I would wear, but he was looking for something, and I didn't want to say anything for fear of what I might end up doing. We moved from rack to rack, but whatever he was looking for, he wasn't finding. He told me to wait here, and with that said he went over to one of the salespeople. He was only gone for a few minutes before he returned with a bag.
"What'd you get?" I asked.
"You'll see." He answered. "Follow me."
The two of us left the store and returned to walking around the mall. We went down a hall off the main mall concourse. Scott told me he had to go to the bathroom. I told him I had to go and he told me that as soon as he got back I could go. He told me to wait right here and of course I did since I couldn't make myself leave. Once he was gone I looked through the bag at what he had bought. There was a pink tank top and a short black skirt as well as a pair of thong panties. I was so engrossed at what was in the bag, I didn't even hear him come out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He seemed agitated.
"I was just looking." I answered.
"Did I say you could?" he asked.
"No, I'm sorry."
"Well, now that you've seen it, go put it on."
"OK." I answered as I started for the ladies room. He didn't say anything until I reached the door.
"Debbie."
"Yes." I answered.
"The other one." He explained while pointing with his finger.
"I can't go in the men's room."
"Listen to me. Go in the men's room and take your clothes off. Put everything on the counter and find a stall. Go to the bathroom and once your done get dressed."
I turned away from the lady's room door and went over to the men's room. I pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as I was inside I stripped all my clothes off and put them on the counter. I felt so weird being naked here. I went and found a stall and closed the door. I was in there for only a second when I heard the door open. At first I thought it was Scott, coming to check on me but then I heard voices. It sounded like three guys. I didn't say anything. I listened to them as they took care of their business. I hoped they would just go away so I could get dressed. I was shaking I was so nervous.
"Hey, what's all this stuff?" asked one of them.
"Looks like girls clothes." Answered another. I could tell by their voices that they were probably in their teens.
"I wonder why their in here?" continued the first.
I heard the sounds of the bag I had set down crumpling. Then another of the boys spoke. "Look, more stuff."
"Should we leave it here?"
"I dunno." Answered one of them.
"We could turn it in." Answered the first boy as I heard the bag crumpling again.
"Nah, leave it." Said the third.
Their was some whispering that I couldn't make out, just before I heard the door open. I waited for a second but the room was quiet. I knew I had to get out of here and quickly before someone else came along. I peeked out the crack in the door and I couldn't see anyone. I was fairly certain they were gone as I undid the lock. I opened the door a little and looked out. I couldn't see anyone. I pulled the door open and looked around. The three of them were gone, but so were my things. I covered myself up as best I could and started for the door, I just hoped Scott would help me out. I rounded the corner and the three of them were standing there holding my clothes. I immediately turned around and walked back toward the stalls. The three of them followed me back in.
"I told you they were girls feet I saw under the stall door." Bragged the first.
"Can I have my clothes please?" I asked, completely embarrassed.
"Why'd you take them off?" asked the one holding the bag.
"I was getting changed, and I had to go to the bathroom." I quickly lied.
"In the men's room?"
"I guess I came in the wrong door." I continued. "Now can I please have my things?"
"We'll give you your things if you show us what you got."
"Oh god." I mumbled as I moved my arms from across me.
"Thanks lady." Finished the one boy as he tossed the bag to me. With that said they were gone.
Quickly and without incident, I got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror before walking back out to where Scott was waiting. The outfit he'd picked out was a little revealing for me, since I was never one to buy into the bare stomach look, but it was better than nothing. I felt a little ill at easy, not wearing a bra with such a short shirt, my 34C chest bouncing while I walked, but I knew I only had to bide my time until the effects of the d**g wore off. By my estimates, I still had another hour and change until it did.
"You look nice." Complimented Scott as I walked up to him.
"Thanks."
"Does everything fit OK?" he asked, sounding as if he was genuinely concerned.
"Yeah."
"Put your arms over your head."
This had been the one thing I worried about. As I lifted my arms up the half shirt rode up, exposing my breasts. I lowered my arms and pulled the shirt back into place.
"Guess you better not get in a stick up." Joked Scott as he started away.
I waited for a second then followed after him. We walked back through the mall and out into the parking lot. He led me back to his car and we drove away. I had no idea where we were going, or for that matter how I was going to get home, but the more time we spent in the car, the better I felt. I kept looking at my watch to see how much longer the effects were going to last. I had no idea how I would know. I was sure I could try and disobey him, but that could put me in a potentially embarrassing situation if effects hadn't worn off.
We got back on the highway, heading away from town and out into the country. I had no idea what our destination was, but the area we were in was desolate. I was starting to worry. Was this where he was going to make me fuck him? There was nothing out this was but fields and woods. He seemed to have a destination in mind, turning from one dirt road to another. Finally we ended up in front of a hole in the wall bar. The front windows were illuminated by neon beer signs, other than that the front of the place was dark. There were five cars in the lot as well as a couple of motorcycles. Scott got out and told me to do likewise. I followed him up the rickety steps in front of the place. The front door opened with a loud squeak and we walked inside.
The door slammed closed behind us. I followed Scott up to the bar and we sat down. I seemed to have the attention of all the male patrons, and being that I was the only female in the place, that was everyone. I didn't like it here, and I decided that I would be staying very close to Scott, until he decided it was time to leave. He ordered us a couple of beers. I couldn't imagine why he had brought me here. I figured he would be fucking me in the back seat of his car or something, not buying me a drink in a run down dive like this. Our beers arrived and I took a sip of mine. I wasn't much of a beer person, but the ice cold brew was very refreshing.
"So you much of a pool player?" asked Scott
"Nah. I've played, but I'm not very good." I answered.
"How 'bout darts?" he continued.
"I'm all right, I guess."
"You wanna play darts?" he asked.
He sounded like we were on a date. He was really confusing me, I guess I figured he was up to something. "Can I ask you something first?"
"Sure."
"Why are we here?"
"I like this place. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious." I answered, before taking a sip of my beer.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"I think you're lying."
"I'm not." I assured him.
"Tell me the truth."
Unable to resist telling the truth, I began "I figured you were up to something. I don't know. I guessed you would be making me fuck you in the back of your car or something."
"I never use this d**g for sex. I use it to manipulate people and make them embarrass themselves."
"OK, I didn't know that."
"That's fine, what I have a problem with is you lied to me." He explained.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." I apologized.
"Don't sweat it." He began. "You now believe that you are a great pool player. You think you can beat anyone. Go over to the pool table and say you got winners. When it's your turn to play, tell whoever you're playing that you'll put your clothes up against 50 bucks, one game. I realize that it may be uncomfortable for you to play in that shirt, since your breasts may fall out, but even though you notice, you won't do anything about it. The most important thing is that you have fun. You don't care what happens either way. Once you get up from your seat, you won't remember me telling you any of this, except that you are a great pool player, you will think everything else is your idea. OK?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"So get going."
With my beer in hand I walked over to the table and said I wanted to play winner. The two guys playing and the two watching, all eyed me up. They finished their game quickly and after watching them play I was sure I could beat either of them, with one arm tied behind my back. I picked up a cue stick and waited as the guy who lost the previous game racked 'em up.
"I'm Ron." Announced the guy I would be playing.
"I'm Debbie." I answered as we shook hands.
I moved back a little as he got ready to break. Just before he did I interrupted. "Tell you what Ron, how 'bout we put a little wager on the game?"
"What did ya have in mind little lady?"
"I'll put my clothes up against 50 bucks."
"You're on. Hey did everybody hear that? The little lady here is going to bet me her clothes that she can beat me."
There was some cheering from around the bar, and everyone who wasn't near the table, moved so they were. Ron broke a sank the 1 ball. He made two more shots, sinking the 4 and the 7, before missing. This was going to be easy, I thought to myself as I approached the table. I quickly surveyed the layout and lined up my shot. As soon as I reached my left arm foreword to bridge the cue, I felt my shirt ride up exposing my breast. I wanted to stop and cover it up, but something inside me wouldn't let me. I took my shot at the 14 and missed. I stood upright and the shirt came down a little, but half of my breast was still exposed. The guys watching clapped for me. I looked at where I had left Ron as far as position and it wasn't good. Quickly he dispatched the 5 and 6, before missing on the 2. The cue was left near the center of the table. This time when I stretched out to shoot, I felt the shirt come all the way off of my breast. While I was leaned over I looked down at my bare breast. I took my shot and sank the 13. I followed that up by missing on the 9. This time when I was done shooting, the shirt didn't fall back down, leaving my breast exposed. There was more clapping. The clapping turned into cheering as Ron sank the 2 and 3 and lined up for the 8. It was going to be a difficult bank shot, but he seemed confident. I knew he was going to miss it. I kept telling myself that up to the point that the 8 ball dropped into the pocket.
"Well Debbie, I guess you gotta pay up." Announced Ron, setting his cue down on the table.
I set mine down on the table as well. I couldn't believe he beat me. I was so pissed that I had to pay up, I never lost at pool. I started by removing my shirt. It was mostly off already and quickly it was in my hand. I tossed it on the table. The little mini skirt was next to go. I pushed it off of my hips and once it was on the floor I picked it up. The guys gathered around the table applauded as I stood there in my thong panties. I tossed the skirt on the table, before turning my attention to my panties. I grabbed the sides and pushed them down. There was a loud cheer as I tossed them on the table with the rest of my things. The guys let out a louder cheer as I walked back to the bar naked and sat down next to Scott. He ordered me another beer.
"I can't believe that I lost." I complained to Scott. I looked around and noticed that each of the 11 guys in the bar was eyeing me up.
"Bad break." He commented.
"I can beat that clown." I continued to complain.
"What you gonna do about it?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, I gotta go to the bathroom. Don't go anywhere. And remember, what ever happens, happens."
"I won't."
I watched as Scott walked away. No sooner was I alone, when two of the guys came over to me.
"So Debbie, what was that all about?" asked the first guy.
"I had a bad game." I answered "I'm much better than that."
"So play him again."
"I don't have anything to bet."
"Oh, I think you have something that Ron might be interested." Added the guy, motioning between my legs.
I felt the other guy rest his hand on my shoulder, but I did nothing to stop him. I thought about what the first guy had said. The hand on my shoulder was now caressing me. Still I did nothing to stop him. The guy who had done the talking now had his hand on my leg.
"So whatta you think?" asked the second guy, his hand now rubbing my side, inching closer to my breast.
"I might just do it."
"I think you should." Persisted the first guy.
I didn't say anything right away. The second guy was now feeling my breast and the first had worked his hand up my leg and was running his finger through the top of my cunt hair.
"I'll do it." I said as I got up.
I strutted back over to the table.
"I want a rematch." I began.
Ron looked up. "What you gonna put up this time?"
"If I win I get my clothes back, if you win I'll do whatever you want."
"Deal." Agreed Ron
One of the other guys racked the balls up and again, Ron broke. Just like last time, he started the game with a three ball run. I walked around the table, seeing what was going to be my best shot. The guys had no problems taking their liberties with me, pinching my ass, when I walked past. Finally I found the shot I wanted, but as soon as I bent over I felt to hands grab my ass firmly. I don't know if that's why I missed my shot, but I did. Ron was quick to pocket two more balls and leave me in a terrible spot. I tried my best, but the combination of being pinched and grabbed, as well as the bad position, left me unable to make a shot. I backed away from the table, disappointed in my lame effort that time around. I assured myself that the next time it would be all me. I did get one final try, but the probing hands moving ever further between my legs made it impossible. Ron sank the 8. I couldn't believe that I had lost again.
"Well, well, well. That probably wasn't the ending you planned." Commented Ron.
"No." I answered, very dejectedly.
I sat down at the bar and waited for Scott who was gone a long time. Finally he came out of the bathroom and I told him what happened. He told me that it was a bad break, right before he paid up our bar tab. We left a few minutes later. The last time Scott saw me I was riding away naked on the back of a motorcycle.
By: Chris A
I stood, arms folded across my chest in disbelief. I felt so stupid as I watched the traffic slowly move past me and my stricken car. The sun was low on the horizon and as I looked back over the mile of traffic that I could see, all the cars were lost in a shimmering haze. I couldn't believe how fast a traffic jam of these proportions started. I really didn't know what to do since I had never been in a situation like this before. I figured before to long a cop would come along. I waited at least 15 minutes before a car finally stopped. A young man got out of the car and walked back to where I was standing.
"Are you OK?" he asked
"I'm fine, but my car isn't." I answered.
"Did you need a ride? I can take you to a phone and you can call for a tow truck." He offered.
I was always leery about taking rides from strangers, but he seemed like a nice enough guy, so I accepted his offer. The two of us walked up to his car and I climbed in the passenger side. He pulled out onto the highway. He introduced himself as Scott, telling me he was a student at State.
"I'm Debbie." I answered.
After that, a long silence ensued. Neither of us knew what to say, and since I was very uncomfortable at being here anyway, the silence was fine with me. We got off at the next exit and a half a mile up the road, we pulled into a gas station. He let me out by the phone and I went and made the call for a tow truck. After hanging up the phone I walked over to where Scott had parked and got in the car.
"They said a tow truck should be out in half an hour." I began.
"Here ya go." Answered Scott, as he offered me a Coke.
After standing in the heat for half an hour, I couldn't resist but accept it. It felt so good going down. I finished about half the bottle on the first sip, and even though it had a sweeter than normal taste, it tasted great. Scott started the car and told me he was going to take me back to my car to wait for the tow truck. We pulled out of the gas station and worked our way back toward my car. His car didn't have air conditioning and since afternoon traffic was thickening, it was getting extremely hot in the car. Quickly I finished my Coke. We took side streets past my car and then got back on the freeway. The traffic was now at a stand still. Very slowly we crept foreword. The late afternoon heat was getting worse and with no air coming into the car, it was becoming unbearable. I looked over at Scott, sitting there in shorts and a take top and I was jealous. Of all the days to wear a heavy business suit.
"So tell me about yourself." Began Scott
I really didn't want to talk, but I suddenly felt a compulsion to tell him about myself. I ran him through most of the things going on in my life at the present.
"Are you hot?" he asked. It seemed obvious.
"Just a little." I answered
"Why don't you take your jacket off?" he asked.
"I'll be OK." I answered. I would have liked to take it off, but with a sheer white camisole on underneath, I would have felt very awkward.
"Take it off, you'll feel a lot better." He continued
I told him I was fine, but for some reason I undid the two buttons and slid the jacket off. He told me to put it in the back and I did.
"Isn't that better?" he asked
Of course he was right, but I still felt uncomfortable. "Yeah." I answered. I just wanted to get back to my car. Suddenly I didn't feel good about being with this guy. I knew we were still a mile away, and it didn't look like this was going to be a quick mile.
"You can let me out here and I'll walk." I offered
"Nah, you want me to drive you." He answered.
I knew I didn't, but I said he was right. I screamed at myself for agreeing with him.
"You wanna play a game?" he asked.
"Not really." I answered.
"I think you do."
"No, I'm quite certain that I don't." I answered, the certainty in my voice was definite.
"You wanna play a game. Now tell me you do."
"I wanna play a game." I answered, assuring myself that I did it to help pass the time. I couldn't think of any other reason that I succumbed
"Told you." He replied mockingly.
"So what game are we going to play?" I asked.
"It goes like this. Everytime you hear a car horn, you will take something you're wearing and toss it in the back seat."
"I don't think so." I answered.
"Furthermore, once you remove it you will completely forget that you ever had it on." He continued.
"I'm not playing that game." I answered. I wanted to get out of the car, but I knew I needed him to drive me back to my car.
"Sure you are. All you have to do now is tell me you're going to play."
"I'm not." I answered and it was final.
"We can do this your way." He answered.
"You're crazy!" she yelled
"Do not yell at me again! Now say you're sorry."
There was no way in hell I was going to say that I told myself, right before I apologized.
"That's better. Now are you ready to play?"
"No."
"Well I think you are." He answered, right before he hit the horn.
Unable to control myself, I reached down and removed one of my shoes and tossed it into the back seat. I looked over at him in shock. I had no idea why I just did that.
"Told you so." He began.
I didn't say anything. I turned away from him and looked at the tail lights of the car in front of us. An eerie silence settled in and I had no intention of breaking it. I told myself to just keep staring straight ahead and ignore the fact he was even in the car. We rode this way for a few minutes before I heard a horn from one of the cars behind us. I reached down and removed my other shoe and tossed it in the back. I was terrified. I had no idea what had come over me. Scott didn't say anything, he didn't even look over at me. I kept telling myself to get out of the car, but I couldn't make myself pull the door handle.
Scott started to move into the left lane when I heard the car he was trying to get in front of honk at us. I pulled my skirt up, exposing my white panties and began pulling my pantyhose down. I slid them down my legs and threw them in the back seat. I pulled my skirt back down.
"Are you having fun?" asked Scott
"No. I don't want to play anymore." I answered.
"Sure you do." He answered. He blew the horn again. "The game isn't over until we reach your car, or you're out of clothes."
Once again I pulled up my skirt exposing my panties, this time I hooked the sides of my panties with my thumbs and pushed them down my legs, exposing the dark hair between my legs. I immediately pulled my skirt down and then tossed my panties into the back seat.
"Now, I'll ask you again. Are you having fun?"
"No, I don't like it." I answered.
"Wrong answer." Scott corrected me before blowing the horn again.
I reached up behind myself and unclasped my bra. I worked the strap off my left shoulder then off my right. I reached up my shirt and pulled my bra out and tossed it in the back seat. I folded my arms across my chest to conceal my dark nipples which would be visible through the sheer material. Still I refused to look at him, but now I realized the helplessness of my situation. He was somehow imposing his will on me and I was unable to resist him.
"So, have you had a chance to reconsider?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm having fun." I answered through gritted teeth. I had to agree, I had nothing else I was willing to lose.
"Good, we should be to your car in a few minutes, I can see it up ahead on the shoulder. It looks like the tow truck beat us here."
"Thank god." I answered breathing a sigh of relief.
Scott was about to begin, until hearing the sound of a horn in the distance. All he did was smile. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to remove my shirt, and I wasn't keen on the idea of baring my cunt either. It was a difficult decision, but finally I lowered the zipped on the side of my skirt. Very slowly I worked my skirt out from under me and pushed it down my legs onto the floor. I picked it up, careful to keep my one hand covering my dark hair between my legs. I tossed the skirt into the back. I was in shock as I looked down at myself, naked below the waist, and a sheer shirt covering my breasts. I couldn't believe I was sitting here like this.
"Did you want me to stop at your car?" asked Scott.
There was no way I could get out of the car like this. "No, you better not." I answered, wanting nothing more than to get out of this car and get as far away from this creep as possible.
We reached my car and I saw the tow truck hooking up to it, and just that fast we were passed it and speeding away.
"So what did you want to do?" asked Scott
"I don't know." I answered. Oh sure there were things I wanted to do, but I didn't think he would want to hear any of them and I was even more sure that I didn't want to say them for fear of what he might make me do. With that I sat silently, with both of my hands between my legs covering my cunt. I had no idea what I was going to do. I stared out the window at the last vanishing rays of the sun as it set.
"I guess since you don't wanna talk you can listen to me talk. I'm sure your wondering what happened to make you do what you've done, well I'll tell you. That Coke you drank had a d**g in it called Freewill 504. The function of this d**g is to suppress the will of the person who takes it. For three or so hours after you take it, any idea put in your head will seem like a good one."
I didn't bother to answer.
We stayed on the highway until we reached the mall exits. Scott drove into the main mall lot and began searching for a spot. I had no idea what we were doing here. Finally we found spot. It was kind of far away from the mall entrance, but that was good, it would give me a chance to get away. He shut the car off.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"I figured we would get you something to wear."
"I not going in the mall like this!" I answered.
"You should lower your voice. Or you sure will go in like that."
He reached up and blew the horn. Unable to stop myself, I removed my hands from between my legs and stripped off my shirt and tossed it in the back seat. Quickly I covered myself up again.
"Are you ready now?" he asked.
"Please don't make me do this."
"Get out of the car Debbie."
I obediently pulled the door handle and climbed out of the car. The area where he had parked was not well lit so I doubted if anyone could see me standing there naked, but it was only a matter of time before a car would pass. I closed the car door and waited. Scott got out of the car and tossed something to me. It was a skirt and jacket. I was never so happy in my life as when I pulled the skirt on and slipped the jacket over my shoulders. I buttoned the front, and even though it left a good deal of my cleavage showing, at least I was covered.
"Follow me." Scott began, as he walked away.
I did and he led us to the mall entrance. We walked around inside for a few minutes before he led me into a clothing store. The two of us looked around for a few minutes. I saw plenty of things I would wear, but he was looking for something, and I didn't want to say anything for fear of what I might end up doing. We moved from rack to rack, but whatever he was looking for, he wasn't finding. He told me to wait here, and with that said he went over to one of the salespeople. He was only gone for a few minutes before he returned with a bag.
"What'd you get?" I asked.
"You'll see." He answered. "Follow me."
The two of us left the store and returned to walking around the mall. We went down a hall off the main mall concourse. Scott told me he had to go to the bathroom. I told him I had to go and he told me that as soon as he got back I could go. He told me to wait right here and of course I did since I couldn't make myself leave. Once he was gone I looked through the bag at what he had bought. There was a pink tank top and a short black skirt as well as a pair of thong panties. I was so engrossed at what was in the bag, I didn't even hear him come out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He seemed agitated.
"I was just looking." I answered.
"Did I say you could?" he asked.
"No, I'm sorry."
"Well, now that you've seen it, go put it on."
"OK." I answered as I started for the ladies room. He didn't say anything until I reached the door.
"Debbie."
"Yes." I answered.
"The other one." He explained while pointing with his finger.
"I can't go in the men's room."
"Listen to me. Go in the men's room and take your clothes off. Put everything on the counter and find a stall. Go to the bathroom and once your done get dressed."
I turned away from the lady's room door and went over to the men's room. I pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as I was inside I stripped all my clothes off and put them on the counter. I felt so weird being naked here. I went and found a stall and closed the door. I was in there for only a second when I heard the door open. At first I thought it was Scott, coming to check on me but then I heard voices. It sounded like three guys. I didn't say anything. I listened to them as they took care of their business. I hoped they would just go away so I could get dressed. I was shaking I was so nervous.
"Hey, what's all this stuff?" asked one of them.
"Looks like girls clothes." Answered another. I could tell by their voices that they were probably in their teens.
"I wonder why their in here?" continued the first.
I heard the sounds of the bag I had set down crumpling. Then another of the boys spoke. "Look, more stuff."
"Should we leave it here?"
"I dunno." Answered one of them.
"We could turn it in." Answered the first boy as I heard the bag crumpling again.
"Nah, leave it." Said the third.
Their was some whispering that I couldn't make out, just before I heard the door open. I waited for a second but the room was quiet. I knew I had to get out of here and quickly before someone else came along. I peeked out the crack in the door and I couldn't see anyone. I was fairly certain they were gone as I undid the lock. I opened the door a little and looked out. I couldn't see anyone. I pulled the door open and looked around. The three of them were gone, but so were my things. I covered myself up as best I could and started for the door, I just hoped Scott would help me out. I rounded the corner and the three of them were standing there holding my clothes. I immediately turned around and walked back toward the stalls. The three of them followed me back in.
"I told you they were girls feet I saw under the stall door." Bragged the first.
"Can I have my clothes please?" I asked, completely embarrassed.
"Why'd you take them off?" asked the one holding the bag.
"I was getting changed, and I had to go to the bathroom." I quickly lied.
"In the men's room?"
"I guess I came in the wrong door." I continued. "Now can I please have my things?"
"We'll give you your things if you show us what you got."
"Oh god." I mumbled as I moved my arms from across me.
"Thanks lady." Finished the one boy as he tossed the bag to me. With that said they were gone.
Quickly and without incident, I got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror before walking back out to where Scott was waiting. The outfit he'd picked out was a little revealing for me, since I was never one to buy into the bare stomach look, but it was better than nothing. I felt a little ill at easy, not wearing a bra with such a short shirt, my 34C chest bouncing while I walked, but I knew I only had to bide my time until the effects of the d**g wore off. By my estimates, I still had another hour and change until it did.
"You look nice." Complimented Scott as I walked up to him.
"Thanks."
"Does everything fit OK?" he asked, sounding as if he was genuinely concerned.
"Yeah."
"Put your arms over your head."
This had been the one thing I worried about. As I lifted my arms up the half shirt rode up, exposing my breasts. I lowered my arms and pulled the shirt back into place.
"Guess you better not get in a stick up." Joked Scott as he started away.
I waited for a second then followed after him. We walked back through the mall and out into the parking lot. He led me back to his car and we drove away. I had no idea where we were going, or for that matter how I was going to get home, but the more time we spent in the car, the better I felt. I kept looking at my watch to see how much longer the effects were going to last. I had no idea how I would know. I was sure I could try and disobey him, but that could put me in a potentially embarrassing situation if effects hadn't worn off.
We got back on the highway, heading away from town and out into the country. I had no idea what our destination was, but the area we were in was desolate. I was starting to worry. Was this where he was going to make me fuck him? There was nothing out this was but fields and woods. He seemed to have a destination in mind, turning from one dirt road to another. Finally we ended up in front of a hole in the wall bar. The front windows were illuminated by neon beer signs, other than that the front of the place was dark. There were five cars in the lot as well as a couple of motorcycles. Scott got out and told me to do likewise. I followed him up the rickety steps in front of the place. The front door opened with a loud squeak and we walked inside.
The door slammed closed behind us. I followed Scott up to the bar and we sat down. I seemed to have the attention of all the male patrons, and being that I was the only female in the place, that was everyone. I didn't like it here, and I decided that I would be staying very close to Scott, until he decided it was time to leave. He ordered us a couple of beers. I couldn't imagine why he had brought me here. I figured he would be fucking me in the back seat of his car or something, not buying me a drink in a run down dive like this. Our beers arrived and I took a sip of mine. I wasn't much of a beer person, but the ice cold brew was very refreshing.
"So you much of a pool player?" asked Scott
"Nah. I've played, but I'm not very good." I answered.
"How 'bout darts?" he continued.
"I'm all right, I guess."
"You wanna play darts?" he asked.
He sounded like we were on a date. He was really confusing me, I guess I figured he was up to something. "Can I ask you something first?"
"Sure."
"Why are we here?"
"I like this place. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious." I answered, before taking a sip of my beer.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"I think you're lying."
"I'm not." I assured him.
"Tell me the truth."
Unable to resist telling the truth, I began "I figured you were up to something. I don't know. I guessed you would be making me fuck you in the back of your car or something."
"I never use this d**g for sex. I use it to manipulate people and make them embarrass themselves."
"OK, I didn't know that."
"That's fine, what I have a problem with is you lied to me." He explained.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." I apologized.
"Don't sweat it." He began. "You now believe that you are a great pool player. You think you can beat anyone. Go over to the pool table and say you got winners. When it's your turn to play, tell whoever you're playing that you'll put your clothes up against 50 bucks, one game. I realize that it may be uncomfortable for you to play in that shirt, since your breasts may fall out, but even though you notice, you won't do anything about it. The most important thing is that you have fun. You don't care what happens either way. Once you get up from your seat, you won't remember me telling you any of this, except that you are a great pool player, you will think everything else is your idea. OK?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"So get going."
With my beer in hand I walked over to the table and said I wanted to play winner. The two guys playing and the two watching, all eyed me up. They finished their game quickly and after watching them play I was sure I could beat either of them, with one arm tied behind my back. I picked up a cue stick and waited as the guy who lost the previous game racked 'em up.
"I'm Ron." Announced the guy I would be playing.
"I'm Debbie." I answered as we shook hands.
I moved back a little as he got ready to break. Just before he did I interrupted. "Tell you what Ron, how 'bout we put a little wager on the game?"
"What did ya have in mind little lady?"
"I'll put my clothes up against 50 bucks."
"You're on. Hey did everybody hear that? The little lady here is going to bet me her clothes that she can beat me."
There was some cheering from around the bar, and everyone who wasn't near the table, moved so they were. Ron broke a sank the 1 ball. He made two more shots, sinking the 4 and the 7, before missing. This was going to be easy, I thought to myself as I approached the table. I quickly surveyed the layout and lined up my shot. As soon as I reached my left arm foreword to bridge the cue, I felt my shirt ride up exposing my breast. I wanted to stop and cover it up, but something inside me wouldn't let me. I took my shot at the 14 and missed. I stood upright and the shirt came down a little, but half of my breast was still exposed. The guys watching clapped for me. I looked at where I had left Ron as far as position and it wasn't good. Quickly he dispatched the 5 and 6, before missing on the 2. The cue was left near the center of the table. This time when I stretched out to shoot, I felt the shirt come all the way off of my breast. While I was leaned over I looked down at my bare breast. I took my shot and sank the 13. I followed that up by missing on the 9. This time when I was done shooting, the shirt didn't fall back down, leaving my breast exposed. There was more clapping. The clapping turned into cheering as Ron sank the 2 and 3 and lined up for the 8. It was going to be a difficult bank shot, but he seemed confident. I knew he was going to miss it. I kept telling myself that up to the point that the 8 ball dropped into the pocket.
"Well Debbie, I guess you gotta pay up." Announced Ron, setting his cue down on the table.
I set mine down on the table as well. I couldn't believe he beat me. I was so pissed that I had to pay up, I never lost at pool. I started by removing my shirt. It was mostly off already and quickly it was in my hand. I tossed it on the table. The little mini skirt was next to go. I pushed it off of my hips and once it was on the floor I picked it up. The guys gathered around the table applauded as I stood there in my thong panties. I tossed the skirt on the table, before turning my attention to my panties. I grabbed the sides and pushed them down. There was a loud cheer as I tossed them on the table with the rest of my things. The guys let out a louder cheer as I walked back to the bar naked and sat down next to Scott. He ordered me another beer.
"I can't believe that I lost." I complained to Scott. I looked around and noticed that each of the 11 guys in the bar was eyeing me up.
"Bad break." He commented.
"I can beat that clown." I continued to complain.
"What you gonna do about it?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, I gotta go to the bathroom. Don't go anywhere. And remember, what ever happens, happens."
"I won't."
I watched as Scott walked away. No sooner was I alone, when two of the guys came over to me.
"So Debbie, what was that all about?" asked the first guy.
"I had a bad game." I answered "I'm much better than that."
"So play him again."
"I don't have anything to bet."
"Oh, I think you have something that Ron might be interested." Added the guy, motioning between my legs.
I felt the other guy rest his hand on my shoulder, but I did nothing to stop him. I thought about what the first guy had said. The hand on my shoulder was now caressing me. Still I did nothing to stop him. The guy who had done the talking now had his hand on my leg.
"So whatta you think?" asked the second guy, his hand now rubbing my side, inching closer to my breast.
"I might just do it."
"I think you should." Persisted the first guy.
I didn't say anything right away. The second guy was now feeling my breast and the first had worked his hand up my leg and was running his finger through the top of my cunt hair.
"I'll do it." I said as I got up.
I strutted back over to the table.
"I want a rematch." I began.
Ron looked up. "What you gonna put up this time?"
"If I win I get my clothes back, if you win I'll do whatever you want."
"Deal." Agreed Ron
One of the other guys racked the balls up and again, Ron broke. Just like last time, he started the game with a three ball run. I walked around the table, seeing what was going to be my best shot. The guys had no problems taking their liberties with me, pinching my ass, when I walked past. Finally I found the shot I wanted, but as soon as I bent over I felt to hands grab my ass firmly. I don't know if that's why I missed my shot, but I did. Ron was quick to pocket two more balls and leave me in a terrible spot. I tried my best, but the combination of being pinched and grabbed, as well as the bad position, left me unable to make a shot. I backed away from the table, disappointed in my lame effort that time around. I assured myself that the next time it would be all me. I did get one final try, but the probing hands moving ever further between my legs made it impossible. Ron sank the 8. I couldn't believe that I had lost again.
"Well, well, well. That probably wasn't the ending you planned." Commented Ron.
"No." I answered, very dejectedly.
I sat down at the bar and waited for Scott who was gone a long time. Finally he came out of the bathroom and I told him what happened. He told me that it was a bad break, right before he paid up our bar tab. We left a few minutes later. The last time Scott saw me I was riding away naked on the back of a motorcycle.
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