Posted by tina on December 01, 2005 at 11:45:43:
“Just Along for the Ride”
by tina
I was so excited I decided to take my panties off. I reached under my short skirt and slid the satin panties down over my nylons and down my long legs. I had opened a new pair of black nylon stockings just for my boyfriend. I fastened my garter straps first. “Easy access,” Vincent always said. I dropped the panties in my handbag as the elevator reached the ground floor.
Vincent was leaning against the big black sedan as I came out of the brownstone. I could hear the click of my high heels as I ran down to the car. My hand brushed Vincent’s cheek as he opened the passenger door for me. I had called him Vinny once and he had slapped me. Vincent had never hurt me except for that one instance. I found him gentle and caring. I sometimes forgot he was a mobster.
I was excited because I was doing something illegal. I felt naughty. I mean we were only taking two guys to a warehouse to pick up some merchandise. I know that was why Vincent decided to let me ride along. I had bugged him forever about taking me on one of his capers. “I’ll be your gun moll.” I watched Vincent roll his eyes after that remark.
I melted up against his strong body as he drove away from my apartment. I began to play with his crotch and he fidgeted nervously. I could tell he was happy because a bulge was forming under my touch. I whispered in his ear about the panties. I spread my legs. I was amazed how he kept his eyes on the street ahead as his hand move up my thigh. I pulled my skirt up. I moaned as his fingers played with my stocking top and garter straps.
I smiled at an old guy at 101st who stood on the corner waiting to cross as we stopped for the light. I could see his eyes go to my black stockings, white thighs and Vincent’s hand between my legs with his middle finger up my snatch. I smiled at him as his mouth opened, the stoplight turned green and we pulled away.
I was really wet as Vincent drove the sedan into the hotel district. I had his cock almost bursting out of his trousers. “Fuck me,” I begged as he pulled to the curb. I looked at his face, the stern expression and knew this was business. I pulled my skirt down and slid over to my side of the front seat. “Later,” he said as he pulled back into traffic.
I saw the two guys standing on at the curb in front of the Savoy. I knew they were the guys Vincent was going to drive to the warehouse. I was smart enough not to ask any questions but somehow I could have picked them out of a crowd.
I looked straight ahead as they got in the back seat. I kept my mouth shut just like Vincent had instructed.
“Who’s the skirt?” the swarthy man asked as we drove away. He was seated behind Vincent.
“My girlfriend,” Vincent replied, “she’s just along for the ride.”
I was thrilled to hear Vinny call me his girlfriend. I hoped nobody, including Vinny could see my hand up under my skirt. I was so thrilled to be along on a job I just had to play with my pussy.
I heard the man grunt and then everyone was quiet. I hoped the gushing of my finger in my slit wasn’t too loud. I couldn’t believe being out with Vinny with two gangsters in the backseat could be so exhilarating.
I watched the luxury hotels give way to retail shops and then to the long canyons of warehouses leading down to the bay. I could smell the ocean as Vinny turned the car into one of the open garage doors. I blinked as the light turned to dusk in the interior of the building.
“Stop by that crate,” the swarthy man said.
I thought it looked more like a coffin than a crate. I kept that observation to myself as the car came to rest. I wondered what was in the box. I imagined it contained dope or jewels or perhaps guns. I didn’t know the box was empty.
“AAAACCCKKKKGUCKKKK”
I looked at Vinny. The swarthy man had a white nylon cord wound tightly around my boyfriend’s throat. I was in shock as I watched Vincent’s eyes bulge. His mouth was wide open but I heard only strangled gurgles. I watched mesmerized as he clawed at the nylon cord.
I don’t know how long I watched my boyfriend being strangled before I decided to scream. I was just so fascinated by the bizarre tableau. I watched the cord biting hard into Vinny’s neck. I think that I forgot about the danger. But despite the train wreck allure at some point I decided to scream. I tried to scream. I tried to breathe.
I was shocked when I realized I couldn’t breathe. I knew immediately that the other man in the back seat had dropped a cord around my throat. I knew this even before my hands reached my neck. I felt the smooth surface of the cord. I dug frantically at the rope. I watched my feet kick against the console of the car as the man in the back seat pulled the cord tighter. I tried to slide down away from the hit man. I glanced over my shoulder as I continued to pull hard at the ligature. I could see he was focused on choking me to death.
I was amazed how many thoughts rushed through my head as I was being strangled. I thought about the irony. I was just along for the ride. I wondered what Vincent had done to deserve this. I wondered how long it would take and how bad it would be.
I fought hard. I didn’t want to die.
I looked over at Vinny as my body writhed on the front seat. I was tugging hard at the rope but the man in the back seat tugged even harder. I saw Vinny was dead. I looked at his crotch and saw he had soiled himself. I gazed up at the cord buried in his neck. I thought I was going to puke when I saw his tongue hanging out of his cyanotic lips.
I realized it was my strangulation that was adding to that physical problem. I was going to vomit but not because of Vinny. I had felt the bile rise only to be blocked by the same constriction that cut off my air. I turned toward my own pain. I rolled back and forth as the stranger pulled the cord tighter and tighter. I bucked hard against the cord as pressure grew inside my skull. I thought my head would explode. I prayed my head would explode.
I lost track of time when I smelled something. I looked down. I was halfway off the car seat. My skirt was up around my waist and I saw white runners in my new black nylons. I was peeing on the floor mat. I was peeing in Vinny’s car.
I giggled. “Vinny’s going to be mad,” I thought as the world faded.