Please Show Me: The dominant
PLEASE SHOW ME The dominant T ina looked at the phone number written on the small scrap of paper. She thought back to the amazing, erotic days she had spent with the team, and smiled to herself. Then she rang the number and waited nervously for an answer. “Hello?” A voice answered her. “Hi, err, this is Tina, err, I … you probably don’t remember me but …” “Tina! Hi there, honey, of course we remember you,” the voice warmed instantly, and Tina recognised it with relief. “Decker?” Tina asked, feeling almost near tears to hear his voice again. “Yes, sweetie, what can we do for you? Are you ok?” “Yes. I’m fine thanks,” Tina replied. They exchanged small talk for a while, then Tina cleared her throat and came to the point. “I was wondering if you could maybe help a friend of mine, Lucy. She’s 22 and still a virgin. In fact, she’s never really had a boyfriend. She’s really nice, but gets nervous around men. Do you think …” Tina trailed off, not really knowing how to ask what she was asking for. “Ok,” Decker said, all business now. “Firstly, is she a lesbian do you think?” Tina thought for a moment. “No, I’m pretty sure she likes men, she just doesn’t know how to talk to them, and then if they talk to her, she takes fright and backs off.” Decker asked a few more questions, then asked Tina to invite Lucy to stay for a couple of weeks, and then phone back with the dates. “Let us know when and where she’ll be arriving, and we’ll take it from there. Bye sweetie.” They hung up, and Tina rubbed her sweating hands on her jeans. She hoped she was doing the right thing by asking the team to give their own special brand of help to her shy friend. Lucy dragged her heavy suitcase out of the terminal and towards the exit. She was feeling happy at the thought of seeing her best friend again. Tina had moved away to go to a new job some months ago, and this would be Lucy’s first visit. As she reached the exit, she saw a man holding a card with her name on it. Tina must have organised a taxi for her, Lucy thought with relief. That would save her having to wait in line. She walked over to the man. Mason had spotted Lucy from the pictures in the file. He whistled quietly to himself in appreciation. Tall, at least 5′8", with a figure that was slim but curvy, well proportioned. Blonde, with a natural looking tan. As the young woman walked confidently towards him, he couldn’t believe that men weren’t all over her — she was stunning. She spoke hesitantly. “Hi, I’m Lucy, are you waiting for me?” The man smiled at her, and Lucy immediately looked down, blushing, realising how good looking he was. Ah. There it was — the men might be keen, but Lucy wasn’t — Mason thought. “Yes, I’m waiting for you, Lucy. Let me take your case.” The man reached for her case, and brushed her hand as he took it from her. Lucy quickly took her hand away. This guy was HOT — and so, in Lucy’s mind, impossible to interact with. Mason led her to a waiting car, and put the case in the trunk. Then he opened the rear door for Lucy to get in. As they drove off, Lucy looked around at the scenery which was very different from her home town. The driver was saying something, but Lucy wasn’t really listening. She avoided any eye contact in the rear-view mirror. They drove for around thirty minutes and cleared the suburbs. Then the car pulled over. Lucy sat up. “Are we here?” she asked, looking around. The rear door opened and a large, burly man got in beside her. Lucy gaped at him in surprise. “Hey, this taxi is taken, sorry,” she told him. He just smiled at her, and then the other door opened too, and another man squeezed in, trapping her between the two of them. Yet another man got into the front seat beside the driver, and they sped off again. Lucy was annoyed. She spoke to the driver, “What’s going on? I didn’t want to share a taxi! Can you please stop and let me out? I’m going to complain to your company about this!” Mason continued to drive, and the burly man spoke to her instead. “We’re just borrowing you for a while, Lucy. Nothing to be concerned about.” He smiled reassuringly at her, but Lucy wasn’t reassured. The man, Brody, was muscled and had a shaven head and lots of tattoos. If Lucy had looked closer, she’d have seen the intelligent eyes had a look which belied his tough exterior. “How do you know my name? Who are you? Driver — let me OUT!” Lucy started raising her voice, and her breathing increased as she became more frightened. She got out her cell phone and started dialling. “I’m calling the police! Let me out this minute!” Lucy felt tears threatening and blinked them away. This was no time to start crying. Brody gently took the cell from her and pressed end call. Lucy sat back, bewildered and frightened, heart racing. She waited for a moment, and then, as the car slowed to take a tight corner, she made a surge for the door, but it was hopeless. She was sandwiched between two huge men. Lucy panicked, and started hitting out, climbing over Brody and trying to lunge for the handle. She felt her arms taken and held tightly by the man on the other side of her, who had not as yet spoken. He spoke now. “Calm down, Lucy. It’s ok. You’re not going to be hurt. We’ll be there soon, and then we’ll explain. My name is Decker, and this is Brody. Your driver is Mason, and the co-pilot is Callum. We’re not going to hurt you.” Lucy was trembling. Decker relaxed his tight hold on her arms, and instead rubbed up and down them soothingly. The car was now driving along country lanes, and soon pulled up into a secluded driveway. Callum got out and opened the door to a pretty cottage. As soon as he had it open, he came back and opened the back door. Decker got out and tried to help Lucy out. She hung back, refusing to leave the relative safety of the car. “Come on, now, Lucy,”
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He hadn’t wanted to reveal Tina’s involvement with Lucy’s abduction so early, but now might be a good time if Lucy thought she was hanging on for rescue. “Tina won’t have reported you missing, Lucy. She knows where you are.” Lucy stared at him. “You’re lying,” she whispered, knowing he was not. “No, Lucy. I won’t ever lie to you. Tina has been through this same thing, a few months ago. She recommended you to us.” “But Tina has no sexual hang-ups,” protested Lucy. Brody grinned. “Not any more,” he agreed. He got up to leave, wanting to give Lucy time to process this new information. “Make yourself comfortable — use the shower if you like, get changed, then come on back to the sitting room.” He left her to get on with it, and went back to tell the team what had been going on. “Oh, well,” said Decker to Brody, “You like a challenge!” Lucy went to the bathroom and decided to take a shower. Her face was streaked with tears and she felt hot and bothered. She couldn’t understand how Tina could set her up like this, and yet she believed Brody instantly. Tina was her best, closest friend — and Lucy trusted her. As she showered, she thought about that. If she trusted Tina, and Tina had also been abducted by these men, then maybe they could do something for her after all? Lucy knew her fear of men and sex was not normal, but had thought she could live with it, and had never sought help. Perhaps she should see where this went. As she made this decision, Lucy felt her nervousness change direction. She was not now so frightened of the men; but instead felt her usual fear of sexual situations rear its head. She fought it down. The men had made no sexual moves so far. Lucy finished showering and put on her heavy-duty cotton pyjamas. She was glad to have her case with all her belongings with her. She eyed the huge bed the case was sitting on. Wandering back into the lounge area, Lucy went and sat opposite Brody. She looked at him. “Are you going to kill me?” She asked in a low voice. “No, sweetie. Of course not.” Brody replied. “Are you going to hurt me?” “Never.” “Rape me?” Decker
