Submission of Shannon
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,288
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Capture
Chapter 1: The Capture
"GOD, tonight just sucked." says the dark skinned bartender to her manager.
"What's the matter, Shan," replies her manager and sometimes friend Steve, "the girls not bring in the tips as usual."
Shannon just rolls her eyes at the remark about her 'girls'. While her relationship with Steve allows him such breast comments that would get most managers sued for sexual harassment, he still doesn't deserve a response.
As she wipes down the bar for the final time, Steve pretends to help her clean tables. Nights like this he mainly sticks around for entertainment's sake. Steve knows what a good friend Shannon is, and he sticks up for her anytime she is down. That being said, Steve also knows the perks of closing late with her.
The 'Nubian Princess', as they sometimes refer to Shannon, is truly striking. It all starts at her long legs that seem to never end, and when they do it was a straight shot into her firm ass. As the customers peer up farther, it doesn’t take them long to notice the cleavage that she takes no shame in displaying.
Steve commonly fights the urge to drool when he sees her bartending attire, which usually takes the form of tight jeans if its cool and a short skirt or shorts during the warmer months. No matter what the temperature though, she wears the bar’s logo t-shirt, which is slightly a size too small on her. These outfits always allow for eye popping poses when she bends over to grab a bottle of rum or move a case of beer.
Right now is Steve’s favorite time. He watches intently as Shannon steps out of the beer cooler. His eyes are fixed on the perfect globes that press through her tight t-shirt and the taut nipples that push their way through the cotton fabric.
Shannon looks up out the corner of her eye and catches Steve in his blatant stare. Always having a sense of humor about the ogling eyes of men, she toys with him a bit. Closing her eyes, she places both her hands behind her in the middle of her back, and then slowly stretches backward. With a yawn tossed in, she pushes her breasts out farther, stretching them through the t-shirt material. She opens her eyes and flashes a mischievous smile as she sees Steve with his mouth half open, horribly pretending to wipe off tables with a noticeable bulge in his jeans.
She looks down and checks her watch.
"Fuck it!” She thinks to herself, “Its 4 AM, the bar is clean, and Steve is properly frustrated. My job is done here."
With that, she throws a dirty bar rag into the laundry and grabs her car keys.
"Ok, I'm done, boss," she says with a bit of mock contempt.
"Alright Shan, need a lift home?" he replies with a wiggle to his brow.
Shannon groans at the remark. As she walks by, she gives him a playful couple of smacks on his face, laughs and says "Not tonight dear, I have a headache."
“Alright, have a good night!” he says with a laugh before making her yelp with a crack of his towel against her ass while she runs away from him.
As she closes the front door and heads to the parking lot, she chuckles in amazement that she has put up with these people for so long.
The dark parking lot is fairly intimidating to some of the patrons of the bar. For Shannon, it is about as scary as the tea cup ride at Disney Land. She walks the dark concrete at least 4 nights a week for the last 3 years. Her only complaint has been that that the employee parking is on the outer edge of the lot with less lighting. She knows its common to have to park so far out, but she wishes they would at least update the lighting.
Unbeknownst to the beautiful bar maiden though, tonight she would truly wish for the extra security. From a nearby line of bushes on the edge of the lot, a sly predator watches his prey He sits there, in the chilled darkness, waiting patiently as her tired body sways ever closer. His pulse raises, his eyes locked on her as she turns her back to him and bends over to see the lock in her car door in the pale moonlight.
It is then that he pounces like a lion in the wild, gripping her from behind. One of his hands quickly reaches around her mouth, hushing her evident screams while the other wraps around her waist, tugging her into the bushes.
In a quick panic, she tries to escape but her attacker throws her down onto the damp grass. Shannon feels herself pulled under him. His strength holds her down as she tries to claw out to no avail. His hand muffles her screams m as she feels his knee push hard into the middle of her lower back.
As the hunter wrestles with his prey, the beauty feels the pinch of a needle into her neck, followed by the burn of liquid flowing now into her veins. The man's hold on her head stops her from freeing the syringe from its target. The last thing she feels is the undeniable draw into the blackness of slumber.
"GOD, tonight just sucked." says the dark skinned bartender to her manager.
"What's the matter, Shan," replies her manager and sometimes friend Steve, "the girls not bring in the tips as usual."
Shannon just rolls her eyes at the remark about her 'girls'. While her relationship with Steve allows him such breast comments that would get most managers sued for sexual harassment, he still doesn't deserve a response.
As she wipes down the bar for the final time, Steve pretends to help her clean tables. Nights like this he mainly sticks around for entertainment's sake. Steve knows what a good friend Shannon is, and he sticks up for her anytime she is down. That being said, Steve also knows the perks of closing late with her.
The 'Nubian Princess', as they sometimes refer to Shannon, is truly striking. It all starts at her long legs that seem to never end, and when they do it was a straight shot into her firm ass. As the customers peer up farther, it doesn’t take them long to notice the cleavage that she takes no shame in displaying.
Steve commonly fights the urge to drool when he sees her bartending attire, which usually takes the form of tight jeans if its cool and a short skirt or shorts during the warmer months. No matter what the temperature though, she wears the bar’s logo t-shirt, which is slightly a size too small on her. These outfits always allow for eye popping poses when she bends over to grab a bottle of rum or move a case of beer.
Right now is Steve’s favorite time. He watches intently as Shannon steps out of the beer cooler. His eyes are fixed on the perfect globes that press through her tight t-shirt and the taut nipples that push their way through the cotton fabric.
Shannon looks up out the corner of her eye and catches Steve in his blatant stare. Always having a sense of humor about the ogling eyes of men, she toys with him a bit. Closing her eyes, she places both her hands behind her in the middle of her back, and then slowly stretches backward. With a yawn tossed in, she pushes her breasts out farther, stretching them through the t-shirt material. She opens her eyes and flashes a mischievous smile as she sees Steve with his mouth half open, horribly pretending to wipe off tables with a noticeable bulge in his jeans.
She looks down and checks her watch.
"Fuck it!” She thinks to herself, “Its 4 AM, the bar is clean, and Steve is properly frustrated. My job is done here."
With that, she throws a dirty bar rag into the laundry and grabs her car keys.
"Ok, I'm done, boss," she says with a bit of mock contempt.
"Alright Shan, need a lift home?" he replies with a wiggle to his brow.
Shannon groans at the remark. As she walks by, she gives him a playful couple of smacks on his face, laughs and says "Not tonight dear, I have a headache."
“Alright, have a good night!” he says with a laugh before making her yelp with a crack of his towel against her ass while she runs away from him.
As she closes the front door and heads to the parking lot, she chuckles in amazement that she has put up with these people for so long.
The dark parking lot is fairly intimidating to some of the patrons of the bar. For Shannon, it is about as scary as the tea cup ride at Disney Land. She walks the dark concrete at least 4 nights a week for the last 3 years. Her only complaint has been that that the employee parking is on the outer edge of the lot with less lighting. She knows its common to have to park so far out, but she wishes they would at least update the lighting.
Unbeknownst to the beautiful bar maiden though, tonight she would truly wish for the extra security. From a nearby line of bushes on the edge of the lot, a sly predator watches his prey He sits there, in the chilled darkness, waiting patiently as her tired body sways ever closer. His pulse raises, his eyes locked on her as she turns her back to him and bends over to see the lock in her car door in the pale moonlight.
It is then that he pounces like a lion in the wild, gripping her from behind. One of his hands quickly reaches around her mouth, hushing her evident screams while the other wraps around her waist, tugging her into the bushes.
In a quick panic, she tries to escape but her attacker throws her down onto the damp grass. Shannon feels herself pulled under him. His strength holds her down as she tries to claw out to no avail. His hand muffles her screams m as she feels his knee push hard into the middle of her lower back.
As the hunter wrestles with his prey, the beauty feels the pinch of a needle into her neck, followed by the burn of liquid flowing now into her veins. The man's hold on her head stops her from freeing the syringe from its target. The last thing she feels is the undeniable draw into the blackness of slumber.