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It was summer; the streets in the city was empty because every-one was on vacation or back home with their old folks. At least most people that Suzette knew.
She had turned 21 a few month earlier and since she now had her bachelor´s degree, she had moved out of her old dorm and into a cheap but crappy one bedroom apartment downtown, while trying to find a job. She was also broke and bored.
One Wednesday morning she borrowed her neighbor´s car and drove out to her old dorm, where she still had a couple of boxes stored. With a little luck she might be able to get one of the caretakers to help her load the boxes into the trunk of the borrowed car. She had heard that at least one of them would do things like that for a few bucks. Only problem was that she was broke.
She choose a black, sleeve-less dress that sat very tight on her torso but more loosely over her hips and it stopped just above her knees, showing a good part of her long legs. She was also wearing more make-up than strictly necessary for 10 am.
She drove slowly through the city. Even a tiny fender-bender would be hard to explain or even pay off at the moment. The thing was, that there was something in one of those boxes that she would really like to have, now that she had a place to stay.
It was smoldering hot and the car´s ac was not really working. Then, at a red light, she looked quickly both left and right, then lifted her butt from the seat and pulled her panties down to her knees. That made her smile as the lights changed. A few blocks later, there was another red light. Now they came all the way off. Not that any-one would ever notice. That would be her little secret. An attempt to boost her confidence a bit.
Suzette parked behind her old dorm, got out and walked over to the basement stairs. She was not even sure that they would be working, but surely some of the exchange-students would still be there, so she guessed that they would be.
She had just put her hand on the railing to the stairs, when the door opened at the bottom landing. It WAS one of the caretakers. She had been living there for 3 semesters, yet she didn´t know his name. He was old, at least by her standards, mid-40´s or so, lanky, a bit of a character, with his swept back hair and his graying beard. A little like an aging has-been rock musician from the Eighties, before tattoos became a must-have for any over 18.
“Ohh…” he said when he saw her,” it is you with those boxes…right?”
“Yes” she said. Then she took a single step down the stairs, down toward him. She was doing it almost sideways, because of her short dress and her lack of underwear. Why did she have to be so damn impulsive all the time?
Then the man took a cigarette out and lit it. She was pretty sure that there was very strict legislation about smoking on or even close to universities and dormitories, but it was not really the time to start an argument. While his eyes were on the cigarette, she took a few quick step. Now he could not really look up under her dress. That actually made her relax just a little. There was no ring on his hand, she noticed.
“There is no name on those boxes…Can you describe the contend?” he asked, without even looking at her. She could feel how she blushed.
“Ehh…” she said slowly,” mostly books and clothes and some other stuff.”
He nodded. Was there a hint of a smile on his face?
Was it possible that he had been snooping through her stuff?
She hoped not, that would be a small disaster. He took a long drag on the cigarette. Suzanne was on the landing now. He was taller that she had thought, well over 6 feet. Now he had his phone out, texting some-one. It was cooler down here, much cooler. She was not wearing a bra; her breast was not that big plus the dress left a fair part of her back exposed. She folded her arms under her breasts, she did not really have anywhere else to put them. She could feel how her nipples had begun to react to the sudden drop in the temperature.
Now he put his phone in a shirt pocket and dropped the cigarette. It landed on the drain cover.
“Well, let´s have a look-see….”
He opened the door and she followed him inside the basement and then down a narrow and dimly lit corridor zig-zagging between brooms, shovels and tons of other tools and remedies she didn´t knew the name nor the use for. Down a short flight of stairs, 2 or 3 step further into the abyss. She almost bumped into his back when he stopped in front of a door. She was so close that she could sense a hint of his cologne (only a rock´n´roll inspector/janitor would be using cologne on a Wednesday when the building was literally deserted.
He unlocked the door and flicked a switch and a single florescent tube woke slowly in one end of the room. Three of the wall were covered with mostly empty shelves. And in the middle of the room was her boxes.
It was two plain cardboard boxes from one of the big chain-stores. There was not even any writing on them, they could literally belong to anyone. She took a step towards them, but froze when she heard the soft sound of the door-lock closing.
“Okay, can you describe the contend, miss..?” he asked. He stood in front of her, but the boxes were between them.
“Well…the heavy one contain mostly books….”
She was looking at the boxes, as if trying to look through the cardboard. The man pushed both boxes with his foot, then bend down and placed the heavier on top of the other. Then he lifted one flap, the one closest to her, of cause, not giving her any opportunity to get a sneak peek.
“Can you name a few titles…?”
“Ehh….”fifty shades of Gray” is probably on top….there is an external hard-drive…metallic green..500 gigabyte…and there is also a worn copy Desmond Morris´ bestseller…”
“Here is a glossy magazine…can you describe that, please?”
“OH, That….”
Her face was getting red again. It had started as a joke amongst the girls on her floor. It was an old European porno-mag, full of very explicit and colorful picture. Not just naked girls, but full intercourse and beyond. Most of the girls had learned a few tricks, just from looking at that mag, and the joke was that it should be wrapped as imaginatively as possible and be presented as a regular gift, preferably in front of a lot of people. Suzanne had given it away several months ago, but had nicked it when her room-mate had left it behind.
She cleared her throat:
“It is a…publication named…triple x, it used to be the funny gift on my floor. I got it from Anita and she said she got it from Lisa…i never got a chance to give it to someone else…i don´t know why I kept it, to be honest”
He shrugged, then closed the box and put his foot on top of it.
“Now…can you describe what is at the top of the other box, miss?”
She nodded, her face redder than ever, but her voice was somehow still calm.
“I…I turned 21 one of the last weekends before the semester ended. The girls decided to give me a gift…Since I didn´t have a boy-friend they went out and got a big, pink dildo for me..We took it out and fooled around a bid, you know, pretending we were men and about to f…have..intercourse with anyone who turned her back…But I had to pack the next day, so I never got to….use it, sir.”
The man moved the top box and opened the lower one. Bend down and picked the dildo up. It looked abnormally large it this light. He then held it to his nose, sniffing it.
“Well, someone has been using it…”
She covered her face in her hand.
“They…took me to the bathroom and locked me in, until I…had…use…the thing…and before you ask, sir…there is also a set of handcuffs somewhere in the same box…covered in faux black fur…and no, they did not handcuff me on that occasion…”
Because she had ordered the cuffs several months before, when she thought that she was about to have a relation to an older man. But that had never worked out.
“Some of these…young women will be back for next semester…We cannot had that kind of behavior in this..establishment” he said, suddenly sounding sterner. Suzanne glanced at the door. There was a handle, but you would need a lock to get out. Just as she had expected. She had read a short story not so long ago that had started not to different from this. Only it had been set at a European castle.
“Now, I hope you understand that I can not just let you leave with…all this” he said. She let her hands drop down her sides. It was actually about to happen.
“I understand, sir” she said, sounding both calm and a little stern. Besides, there was little else she could do at the moment.
“I must admit, I can´t remember your name, miss…”
“Call me…Zanna…with a Z, not an S.” she said at met his eyes, before looking down again. Slowly, she took a few steps backwards and leaned against the door. Her knees felt weak, she knew that this was a very serious situation; things would be able to evolve, if she was not very, very careful.
“Is that your real name, Zanna?”
“It´s my nickname, sir….Will you keep me your prisoner for long, sir?”
There!
She had just blown getting out quickly. Even without looking directly at him, she could sense how his jaw dropped.
“You know what I think?” he finally said, his voice a little deeper now,” I think that you are a really wild one, Zanna…”
He began to walk towards her, very slowly. She twitched when he got his keys out of his pocket.
”You are free to leave now, Zanna..” he said and stuck a key in the lock. Opened the heavy metal door a few inches, just to prove that he really meant it. She was looking at the floor in front of his booths. He was wearing work Doc Martens. Of cause.
“I´ll even help you carry all your stuff to your car,” he continued and opened the door some more,” but we both know that you want it…the other way….”
Suzanne didn´t say anything. She should really be spending the rest of the day getting all her stuff in order, go to the laundry and maybe start looking for jobs on line.
“My colleagues are on vacation, so we will have plenty of time….Perhaps even several day, it is all up to you, Zanna..”
She gasped softly.
“I …might have one or two condition, sir..I would
“No, you don´t, Zanna,” he interrupted, “You will be my little toy…”
She gasped louder. She was a modern woman, in many ways a feminist. Yet things like this was what she had fantasies about, fantasies she would deny at any time.
“Of cause, if you don´t think you can manage my demands, you are free to leave and should do so pretty soon too..”
She finally let her eyes meet his.
“Trust me, Zanna, situations like this don´t happen very often in real life…Who knows if you´ll ever get such a chance again?…then you will have to keep fantasizing about what could have been
“What do you know about my fantasies? She snapped back, with as much ice in her voice as she could muster.
“Well, I have seen your taste in trivial literature…”
She gasped again. It was kind of true, she had quite a few books that came out in the wake of the success of the “50 shades” series. She closed her green eyes and felt dizzy.
“Leaving doesn´t seems to be on your mind…”
His hand was on the door. One push and it would be shut and locked again. She looked down. Her arms was by her sides.
“I need a drink, sir”
“No, not yet, bitch…take your dress off”
As she began to drag the black cotton dress over her head, she heard the sound of the door being closed….
To be continued…
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