A Walk on the Wild Side (Rough roleplay gone wrong)

By Imogen Linn

Dressed like a prostitute, Tricia takes a walk through the deserted warehouse district in the dead of night.
It’s all part of the game she and her husband Kevin use to spice up their marriage, taking turns to make one of their partner’s sexual fantasies come true.
Tonight, Tricia is playing out her fantasy of being a hooker, taken by force. When two men, neither of whom is Kevin, accost her in the dark, isolated neighborhood, Tricia decides that Kevin has truly raised the bar, and that her walk tonight is going to be wilder by far than she could ever have imagined.
An erotic short story of approx. 5,000 words.

EXCERPT

“Maybe she’s got the cash on her, not in the purse,” the blond one piped up.
“Good point. Show us what’s under the jacket, honey.”
I crossed my arms, hugging myself. These guys were good. The way they were looking at me, as if I were just prey, was sending a thrill of fear down my spine. It was only adding to my excitement, but I wanted to play my role properly.
“Look, that’s all I’ve got, OK? Just take it and leave me alone.”
“Looks like she needs some encouragement, Rick.”
The blond one, Rick I guess, got behind me and grabbed my shoulders. Like I was going to be running anywhere in these sandals.
“C’mon baby, show us what you got.”
I shook my head, my eyes on the dark one since he seemed to be the leader out of the two. 
Rick chuckled behind me.
“Stubborn, isn’t she, Kyle?”
So that was the dark one’s name, huh? It suited his brooding, slightly menacing look.
Kyle became a lot more menacing when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. The snick of the blade flicking out when he pressed the button sounded a lot louder than it should have done. It gleamed in the night, sending my pulse up yet another notch.
“OK, OK. Look, just don’t hurt me…please?”
The quavering note of fear in my voice was entirely feigned, and my fingers trembled as I found the zipper of my jacket. I pulled it down slowly, gradually revealing the pale inner curves of my breasts as I held the sides as closed as I thought Kyle would let me get away with.
He made an impatient gesture with the knife, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me get away with anything. I pulled the two sides of the jacket open, my nipples hardening under his heated gaze as I exposed myself to him in the cool night air.
While his attention was held by my boobs, I slowly started to slip off my sandals, staying on tiptoe so that Rick, behind me, wouldn’t notice either. I was getting ready to make a run for it, even though I had every intention of getting caught, and the risk of stepping on something sharp seemed a lot better than the outright certainty of breaking an ankle if I tried to run in these ridiculous shoes.
Kyle stepped closer as he gave a low, appreciative whistle.
“Looks like you were telling the truth, huh?”
The blade of the knife was cold as he placed the flat of it against my skin, and I couldn’t help jumping. He started to slowly stroke the blade downwards, not cutting me or hurting me in any way, but making it very clear that he could if he wanted to.
The blade of the knife traveled slowly down over my stomach. I kept my eyes on Kyle, watching his face as he watched the knife.
“Still, even if it’s not in your jacket, you could still be hiding tonight’s take somewhere else, couldn’t you?”
I held my breath as he slid the tip of the knife under the waistband of my skirt. I didn’t think there was any way I could have hidden a nickel under a skirt that short, but I don’t think that was really the point.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darkly Sensual Mind Kandi
• Release date: Jul 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781502277275

Imogen Linn

I write erotica, often with a BDSM kink. I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets). I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?) I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience. I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!

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A Walk on the Wild Side

~ Tricia ~

Are you sure this is the right place, Miss?

Quite sure, thank you.

I gave the driver a smile as I climbed out of the cab. It was sweet of him to be concerned, and very understandable. The warehouse district was an unusual destination in the early hours of the morning. It was pretty much deserted – that was kind of the point really – and I could understand the driver’s confusion. Why would anyone come here at this time of night, when nobody else was around – particularly a whore like me?

I should probably clarify that last part. I’m not really a whore, but I was currently dressed like and pretending to be one. It was all part of the game.

Kevin and I had been married for a few years now. I can’t remember whose idea the game had been – it wasn’t as if there was anything wrong with our sex life, although I have to admit that the urgency had worn off a little bit. When we first got together, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. After a few years of marriage, things had settled down a bit, but we were still plenty hot for one another. Still, there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of extra spice.

We had been playing the game for a while now. We both shared a list of our sexual fantasies, and every so often one of us would pick a fantasy from the other’s list and make it happen. The fun part was the surprise aspect – that the other didn’t know which fantasy it was, or how it might be embellished – until it was actually happening.

Given the location, and how Kevin had instructed me to dress, I had a pretty good idea what might be about to happen tonight.

Kevin had given me detailed instructions on what to wear. My