Lauren and The Invisible Man (sample)

Summary: Lauren gets a phone call from an unknown number telling her to wear her shortest skirt, her tightest and most revealing shirt, and to come to the laundry room in her apartment complex. At first, she decides not to go but talks herself into it while trying to talk herself out of it. Once in the laundry room, he gives her demands from some unseen location, blindfolds her, fucks her hot, wet, pussy with his massive cock and then her tight little ass. He leaves without letting her see him, but is there more in store for her?

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Lauren looked at the clock next to her bed and wondered how it could be right. She ran her slender fingers through her light-brown hair and closed her soft brown eyes again. Her small nose wrinkled and her sculpted eyebrows pushed together while she thought.

“Twelve-thirty? But it’s sunny ou- Shit! It’s Twelve-thirty in the after-fucking-noon!”

She leaped out of bed, nearly fell over, grabbed her dresser for stability, nearly knocked that over, and stumbled into the bathroom.

She stared into the mirror and considered her bed-head with a none too critical eye. Her hair stuck out in all directions, but since she kept her it short it worked just as well as spending hours priming it. She pushed a few locks here and there, then shrugged and brushed her teeth.

“You’re hot and you know it,” she said with a wink to the mirror.

The trilling ring of her cell phone dragged her away from her reflection and back to her bedroom. She tossed the covers, pillows, and random debris on the bed around until she found her little pink phone.

“This is Lauren. Speak and be heard,” she said.

“Come down to the laundry room. Wear the shortest skirt you have. No underwear. No bra. Make sure you wear a shirt that your perky little tits are visible through. I want to see your nipples trying to pierce the cloth.”

“What? Who is this?” she asked.

“It doesn’t matter who it is. You know you’re excited. You want to do what you’ve been told. It’s part of who and what you are, an insatiable slut who craves to be used. Now, get dressed as instructed and come to me, come get what that little gash between your legs is telling you that you want.”

His voice was a deep baritone and she couldn’t help but notice the growing heat between her legs, but she wasn’t about to cave in.

“Look here, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are or who you think you’re calling, but I’m not about to just do what some random guy on the phone tells me to do,” she said.

“You really think you can resist?” he asked.

“Think? I know I can resist. I don’t know what makes you think you’re so irresistible, but I have a busy day ahead of me. I don’t have time for this shit,” she said, but her fingers slid down to her wet pink panties.

“If that’s how you really feel, then stay in your apartment, go about your normal day. I’ll be here, in the laundry room, for another fifteen minutes. After that, you’ll have missed your chance,” he said and hung up.

“Psht! Like I’m going to go down to the laundry room and get fucked by some completely random guy. Some guy who might be someone I know or a complete stranger, or someone I’ve had a crush on, or anyone at all. He’s probably down there in s black ski mask, just waiting for me to show up in my tight little skirt. My hot little ass just waiting for him to flip the fabric up, my tits just visible through my shirt. Like I’m going to have any part of that!” she said to herself

She let the fingers of one hand idly flick and play along the lines of her now soaking wet cunt. The other made gentle circles around her sensitive and hardening nipples. She bit her lip, looked towards her closet door , and wondered exactly which of her skirts was the tightest.

“Maybe just a peek. I’ll just pick the tightest one I can find and I have plenty of see-through shirts to choose from,” she thought.

She stripped off her panties, threw them onto the pile of clothes on the floor and padded over to her closet. Near the back, she found the skirt she’d worn as part of her ‘slutty schoolgirl’ costume last Halloween. She hadn’t sat down or bent over the entire night because the skirt barely covered her ass when she was standing. Next to it was a worn out white t-shirt that had been cut in half to make it a midriff shirt.

“These’ll work,” she said and dressed as quickly as she could. She didn’t want to miss the fifteen-minute deadline.

She stepped out of her apartment and walked barefoot down the concrete steps to the laundry room on the bottom level.

She stepped a few feet into the apparently empty room and said, “Hello, is there anyone in here?”

Behind her, she heard the door slam shut and the distinct click of a lock snapping into place. She spun around but saw no one at the door. Lauren walked over to the aluminum door and jiggled the handle back and forth, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Alright, really funny! You got me, now let me out,” she said and gave the door a few thumps with her fist. She was sure someone had stepped out and locked her in.

“You’re not in here alone. We’re locked in together,” his voice said from behind her again.

She spun to look but again was greeted with only the sight of an empty laundry room.

“Okay, where are you? You hiding in one of the machines?” she asked.

She flipped open the lids of a few washers and peered into a couple of dryers. She sighed after the last one and wondered if there was some secret room in one of the walls.

“You won’t be able to find me that way,” he said.

“No, it doesn’t look like I will. Are you getting a good show? You like watching me bend over to look in the dryers?” she asked.

“Watching you struggle with trying to figure out where I am, while I’m close enough to smell the scent of your arousal is most enjoyable,” he said.

“Oh, well good for you. What do I get out of all this?” she asked.

“Will you do what you’re told? If you will, then I can reward you,” he said.

“Maybe, if it’s something I want to do anyway, that is. What do you have in mind, Mr. Voice?” she asked.

“Mr. Voice, I like that. I think you should call me that from now on.”

“You got it, Mr. Voice,” she said.

“Will you do what I tell you? Anything I tell you?” he asked.

“I’ll do whatever you say, Mr. Voice,” she said, breathing heavy into every word, like the girls in the porn videos she spent most of her time online watching.

“Good. Now that we understand each other, you can start by bending over that dryer,” he said.

Lauren looked around one last time to see if she could spot her mystery man but didn’t see as much as a shadow on the floor. She turned around slowly and bent over the still warm dryer. The cool air of the laundry room brought goosebumps to her exposed ass and cunt.

“Are you getting a good show, Mr. Voice,” she asked.

“You are always lovely, but especially so when you are obedient,” he said.

She thought it sounded like his voice was getting closer, but she heard no footsteps, no brush of clothes against each other. If he was moving around the room, he was supremely agile.

“Anything else you want?” she asked.

“Reach both hands between your legs and spread your pretty little cunt wide open.”

Lauren reached down, her arms pressing her pert tits together, and began spreading the folds of her now freely dripping cunt wide for the man whose face she hadn’t even seen. She wondered for a moment what, if anything he’d do to her since so far he seemed happy just watching.

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