Thread: Deja Vu  (Andy and Intimte) (Moved to PM)

RE Deja Vu AndNich123 and Intimate AndNich123 said Callie was having the time of her life. Emily had spared no expense, and all of her friends were there. She danced with them all, guys and girls. She even shared a slow dance with a couple of them. Josh held her tight, planting his hands on her ass. He was the playful sort. Grayson blushed the entire time. He and Josh were twin brothers, but it was clear they were not very much alike. Maze danced with her like perfect gentlemen would. Of course his love for his wife may have had something to do with that. She and Emily drew attention to themselves as the danced together. Her other close friend, Tessa, sat there scowling most of the night. The party was too popular for her to really enjoy it. The only time she actually seemed to be really having any fun was when she took the stage to sing a couple of songs for her friend on her birthday. Callie made her way to the bar to order a round of drinks. She threw back a shot right there and ordered another one for herself. Not much of a drinker, she was letting loose tonight. There was no danger in the air, and Alex had become a nightmare that would wake her in the middle of the night. Nothing more. She grinned and thanked the bartender, paying no mind the man in the hoodie at the bar. She was so close and never aware of it. The party droned on, and a few hours later, and one too many shots, Callie made her way towards the bathroom. Her hand to the wall to steady herself, she clearly had had more than enough to drink. The music from the club boomed in her ears as the lights, the floor, all of it, seemed to move. She paused, rubbing her forehead, her eyes slowly closing. It became clear she wasnt going to make it to the bathroom. So she slides down into a booth along the wall. Her eyes were heavy, and she wanted to sleep. Her friend Josh came over. Hey baby. Let me get my car. Ill take you home, he teased. She nodded to him before he kissed her on the forehead and disappeared. My.apartment, she mumbled. Callie knew she should have paced herself, but she had been under Alexs thumb for so long. It felt good to let her hair down and not worry. Sadly she was paying for it now, and she knew she would still be paying for it in the morning. She rested her head against the seat and tried to focus on the dance floor. The lights continued to swirl. Josh, she called out. You taking me home? I wanna go.to bed Josh! Click to expand... Alex could feel his anger rise over the evening watching men paw at his girl. But he hadn't come this far to let his emotions cloud his determination. He waited. He watched. Callie gradually became more intoxicated and he sensed his moment coming. He saw her slump into a seat in a booth near the toilets. He saw a young man approach and then leave and he heard her plaintive cry. The young man returned and lifted her up, almost having to drag her to the exit. Alex followed at a discrete enough distance not to be noticed. He couldn't let her get home, the guy clearly wanted to fuck her and she wouldn't be in any position to resist him. Alex moved alongside the young man and asked quietly, Everything okay sir? Josh turned, not quite able to focus, Yeah, yeah, I just got to get her home. Alex smiled, I'm here for a taxi-pick up, but my client's not here yet. I can take her if you like. Josh took a moment to absorb the information, Well..... I'd be careful if you're going to drive her, the cops round here are pretty hot on DUI. He turned away and started to move off. Josh had had time to consider the logic of his comment. Hey, hey man. Sure. Put her in your taxi. Alex turned and helped Josh manoeuver the almost lifeless Callie into the back of his car. The boy mumbled her address smiled, waved and turned away. Too easy. It was only a short ride to the house, but Alex couldn't risk Callie regaining consciousness, so he used a little of the rohipnol he secured to make sure that she wouldn't be able to move for a while. He drove calmly and carefully, not wanting to be pulled over. Once at the house he pulled Callie out and lifted her over his shoulder. He closed the garage door and strode through into the basement. He lay her down and put her hands behind her back, securing her wrists with handcuffs. He moved her onto her side, in case she threw up. Then he sat down in the armchair he'd placed in the room, poured himself a single malt whisky from the bottle of Laphroig on the table next to him and lit up a cigarette. He intended to enjoy this he was prepared to wait. He would make her pay. Fucking stupid little bitch.