marci
by Jennifer Antone

Marci hurried to catch the subway home, her mind working overtime on the date she had this evening. The subject of her thoughts was Rick, an unusually good-looking man who worked in accounting at the firm where she was employed. She knew little about him as he was a new hire and she was a private secretary working on another floor in the building.

They met in the company cafeteria at the beginning of the week, ate lunch at the same table due to crowded facilities and introduced themselves after Marci deliberately spilled her soda into his meal. Lunch was all but forgotten as they sailed past introductions and found that they had a lot in common. Marci had a hard time keeping her eyes off the tall blond man; he appeared to be in his mid thirties with distinguished, masculine features. Well after the lunch hour was over they parted but before leaving Rick asked if she would like to have dinner at his place. Marci had been hesitant to accept at first, she was not the type to date men based on a first encounter, but she simply could not resist and they set and exchanged addresses. Her boss glowered meaningfully at her as she hurried back to her desk. Marci struggled to suppress the excitement of her chance meeting and tried to look professional for the rest of the day.

It was love at first sight, an unknown experience for the petite brunette until now, and she had been unable to think of little else as Friday, the day of their first date, drew near.

Finally Friday arrived and the workday went tediously slow. Time dragged by like molasses, the last ten minutes were an eternity. Marci was down the hall and out the door within a minute of clocking out.

Dresses skirts and blouses littered the bed and floor; it was a rough decision for Marci. She wanted Rick to be wowed by her looks but didn’t want to seem desperate or easy. She finally decided on a simple flower-covered cotton frock that came to just above her knees. She stood in front of the mirror admiring the way the dress clung to her voluptuous curves yet was conservative enough to show him she was not a hussy. As an afterthought she put on a lacy garter belt and tan stockings, she liked the erotic feel of the lingerie and besides, it would be her naughty little secret. Inspired by her boldness she completed her outfit with a pair of pretty off white pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. Make-up was a little heavy but it gave her youthful face a touch of sophistication that she found alluring. Glancing at the clock she realized that all her preening had allowed the time to get away from her so she grabbed her bag and hurried out the door and down the street to catch the subway.

 

she liked the erotic feel of the lingerie... it would be her naughty little secret.

 

Marci arrived well after eight, more than 45 minutes after the agreed upon time. Waiting for him to answer the door gave Marci a chance to examine the house she stood in front of for a few moments. She was mildly surprised at the quite elegance of the accountant’s home but forgot about that entirely as soon as he came to the door.

Rick led Marci into the foyer where he took her coat and hung it on a coat rack, and then stood back to admire the attractive young lady he’d invited to dinner. Marci was certainly his type. Her long brown hair was artfully sculpted on top of her head and held deftly by a comb. He imagined how it would tumble down around her face and shoulders but put that thought on hold for the moment as he guided her into the dining room. They sat and had some easy conversation for a while and then Rick decided to serve their meal.

As dinner was laid out Marci looked about the room and admired the table settings. As he’d promised during their first meeting, Rick had prepared her a gourmet meal and he was true to his word. Dinner was accompanied by fine wine and towards the end of the evening Marci found that her head was swimming. She felt delightfully high, intoxicated by the spirits and Rick’s charm. As they chatted she consumed even more wine and began to feel sleepy and comfortable.

Suddenly Marci awoke and became aware that the dining room was gone and that she was lying down. She felt funny, disoriented and had a headache from all the alcohol she‘d consumed. Strange, she thought, I must have passed out and Rick put me here. Embarrassment was her first reaction and she made the decision to apologize, slink off home and try to forget that this night ever happened. As she struggled to right herself Marci realized that something was restraining her arms. In trying to move her legs she found she couldn’t do that either. Calling for help did no good either. Her mouth had been taped shut and the only sound she could elicit was hmmpf-like noises. Her head began to spin with the realization that she was a captive. Panic seized her momentarily as the totality of the situation hit her. Eventually she calmed down and lay still. The room was dark and quiet. She had been deposited on a soft surface she was sure was a bed. Marci was afraid to move much because she didn’t want to fall off. After lying for an indeterminate period of time she heard footsteps coming toward the room.

 

"after you passed out, I decided to teach you a lesson..."

 

The door opened and she could see Rick outlined in the light coming from the hallway behind him. He sat down on the bed next to her and put a hand gently on her cheek while gazing into her frightened eyes. “I want you to listen to me for a moment Marci, you are not hurt and I am not planning to do anything harmful to you. After you passed out I decided to teach you a lesson about coming into a strange man's home, getting intoxicated and passing out. Especially after arriving late with no apologies or phone call to me to let me know that all was well.” Marci started to calm down a little but she was still scared. “Now I want you to trust me so I am going to give you a choice in a few minutes, but first I want to do something that I’ve been thinking about all week.” Rick lifted her up gently by the shoulders and leaned her against his chest. Deftly he pick the edge of the tape covering her mouth, peeled it away and kissed her deeply and long. At first when Rick had started talking Marci was angry, but Rick’s soothing tone of voice, the way he held her and then a kiss that could raise the Titanic affected a different response. The bondage, his closeness and the situation were arousing Marci and she felt that finally in her life something wonderful and new was happening that she wanted to experience. “I’m going to untie you now and let you go home, if you like.” Rick shifted Marci over on her side and started to untie her as he’d said.

“Please don’t!” Said Marci; surprised by the magnetic attraction this man had over her. “Really, I was quite mad at you at first, but I’m enjoying this now and would like to stay for a while, if you don’t mind.”

Rick smiled as she said this and said, “I was hoping you’d feel that way. I think we will have an interesting weekend together...."

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