I let out a gentle gasp as my foot hit the tile floor of the hallway. I stepped out of my other shoe and kicked it gently to the side where the rest of my clothes laid in a heap. With my hands in the air and my heart in my stomach, I looked up at the woman holding the gun.
She smirked.
"That's a good girl."
I gulped, my eyes flicking back and forth between her weapon and her eyes, both glistening dangerously in the fluorescent light. Given her look, I had an inkling of what was going to happen next.
She was tall and athletic, with her dark hair up in a neat bun. Though her green eyes stared intently through me, the corner of her crimson lips was raised into a mischievous grin. It was her outfit, or rather lack thereof, that really stood out to me though.
Her own bare feet were clad in black pantyhose, and the neat charcoal pencil skirt of my company's uniform was hugging tightly against her hips. Her chest though was bare, apart from a simple white bra, exposing her muscular build. The rest of her uniform, a white blouse and mary janes, was on the ground next to her, just next to my own stolen outfit.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have thought a thing of it; the high end maid service I worked with hired dozens of women. Seeing a new girl on the job was hardly a surprise. Had it not been for my friend's ID badge on her person, I wouldn't have been any the wiser. Unfortunately though, I did notice it, and I did bring it up.
And now, here I was, looking down the barrel of a gun at the woman who described me as "much closer in size" to her. The writing was all on the wall for me, but I couldn't stand the suspense.
"What happens now?"
She nodded thoughtfully, never once looking away from me.
"Good question. What do you think I should do with you?"
I didn't take long to mull it over. The writing was on the wall.
"Probably tie me up."
"Oh! What a good idea!" She praised sarcastically. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
I lowered my hands and crossed them, slowly turning as I did. Before I could finish though, she had stepped forward and grabbed me, pulling my arms through a loop of rope. With a sharp tug, it tightened, forcing my wrists together and pulling my shoulders back. I winced and instinctively pulled my hands away, though already I was well restrained.
"Don't struggle, now. You'll only make it harder for yourself."
The strand was drawn around my wrists several times before being tied off. She stepped away from me, as if admiring her handiwork. As I turned my hands this way and that, it was immediately clear to me that I wasn't going to be escaping.
She withdrew another rope from her bag and knelt down in front of me. She nudged my ankle, signaling me to put my feet together. With little other choice than to comply, I did, teetering precariously as my feet were tied together.
As I struggled to balance, she suddenly stood, pushing her shoulder into me. I yelped as I tumbled over. To my surprise though, she didn't push me over backwards; she pulled me onto her shoulder with her arm around my thighs.
My heart pounded in my chest. The sudden wave of fear from nearly falling over was gone, but adrenaline still pulsed through my veins. I stared at the ground and my face began to feel hot as blood rushed to my cheeks. It wasn't just the position of my head though. I hated to admit it to myself, but something about the way this mysterious woman had subdued and manhandled me sent my heart aflutter. On one hand I wanted this nightmare to end, but on the other, a small part of me wouldn't mind feeling more of those strong hands of hers...
My inner monologue was interrupted as she set me back down, holding me upright as she did to prevent me from falling. She gave me an apologetic smile.
"Sorry love, but this," she gestured to the supply closet she had brought me to, "is where I have to say goodbye. You just need one final touch."
I glared back defiantly.
"My colleagues are going to find me you know!"
"Of course they will. In fact, why not you say hi to them now!"
She pulled the door open, and my eyes grew wide with shock.
Sitting on the floor of the small darkened room, stripped to underwear, and tied and gagged, were the other two women who I was with for this job. They squirmed and moaned helplessly. All I could do was stare in shock and dismay.
My captor didn't hesitate though, and grabbed two small black cloths from inside. Before I could regain my composure, the smaller of the two was wadded up and shoved in my mouth. I went to protest, but only a muffled whimper came out. As the other cloth was placed over my mouth and tied tightly in place, I resigned myself to my forced silence. Even if I could talk, the message of gagging me was clear. It was time to be quiet.
One more time, she stood back to admire her work, and I returned her gaze. She smirked, then swept me off my feet into a bridal carry. She stepped over my coworkers' bound legs and set me down on the floor, facing towards the door. I looked around the cramped space and groaned. In response, she knelt down in front of me and brushed the hair out of my face, once more eliciting a blush from me.
"There, there. Don't worry, I'm sure that someone will stumble upon you three before too long. I imagine it might be a bit embarrassing for you ladies, but maybe just consider that incentive to not struggle or make too much noise until I'm gone."
She smiled at me, then leaned forward, planting a kiss on my forehead before standing up and walking to the door. My head swam and my heart throbbed, and she stepped out through the door, offering one last grin before closing it, plunging the three of us into darkness.
This was going to be a tough one to explain. Sure, explaining to our future rescuer, our boss, and even the police would be tough, but I imagined the most awkward explanation would be to my co-workers as to why I put up so little resistance to her when her gun was so obviously fake.
It's not everyday you get to be captured by such an attractive rogue I suppose...
