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Let's go for a ride (shorter version)
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Let's go for a ride (shorter version) One day her lover takes O for a walk, but this time in a part of the city--a park---where they've never been before. After they've strolled awhile along the paths and then moved on toward the edge of the park, at an intersection, they see a car, at that corner, that looks like a taxi... "Get in," he says. She gets in. It's late in the afternoon, it's autumn, and she is wearing what she always wears: high heels, a suit with a pleated skirt, a silk blouse and no hat. But she has on a long jacket and her leather handbag. The taxi drives away, very slowly; the man next to her has not said a word to the driver. Thinking that he is about to kiss her, or that he wants her to caress him, she leans closer. Instead, he says: "Let me take your bag, it's in your way." She gives it to him, he puts it beyond her reach, then adds: "You have too much clothing on, take off your skirt and panties," It isn't easy in the car, which is going faster now, and she's afraid the driver might turn around. But she finally manages anyhow; it's a strange, uncomfortable feeling, the contact of her naked and free legs, sliding back and forth. He takes the skirt and panties from her and puts them inside the bag. The seat is fake leather, slick and cold, it's a very strange feeling, the way it sticks and clings to her thighs. The taxi is moving right along, and she doesn't dare ask why Rene is so quiet, so still, or what all this means to him, having her there so motionless and silent, so naked and so vulnerable, in a black car going God knows where. He hasn't told her to do anything, and yet, on the other hand, he hasn't forbidden her to do anything; she rests her hands on the seat, pushing down; bracing herself. "Here we are," he says all of a sudden. The taxi comes to a stop on a lovely avenue--in front of a small mansion, you could just see it, nestled between the courtyard and garden, the way mansions are. There's no streetlight nearby, it is dark inside the taxi. Outside rain is falling. "Don't move," Rene says. "Don't move." He extends his hand toward the neck of her blouse, then unbuttons the buttons. She leans forward ever so slightly, believing he is about to caress her breasts. But no. He's got a small penknife out, he's only groping for the shoulder straps of her bra, which he cuts. Then he removes the bra. He has closed her blouse again and now, underneath, her breasts are free and naked, like her belly and thighs are naked and free, like the rest of her, from waist to knee. "Listen," he says. "You're ready. Here is where I leave you. You're going to get out, go to the door and ring the bell. Someone will open the door; whoever it is, do as you're told. Do it right away and willingly, or else they'll make you. If you don't obey at once, they'll make you. No, you don't need your bag anymore. You don't need anything, you're just the girl I'm furnishing. Yes, certainly, I'll be there. Now go."  Group: 238123 |
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I like the way this one is going... it reminds me of a movie I saw once.... 
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