Waiting For A Dream
Kidnapped and her dreams or maybe her nightmares are about to come true.
Millie’s heels seemed to make loud clicks on the pavement even though she felt as if she was floating. All her senses were magnified, the buzz of the traffic, the warmth of the sun on her arms, the sweet smell of fresh bread from the high street bakery. All she could think was she’d done it, she’d finally clicked send.
A white van skidded to a stop beside her. The screech of tyres on the road made her jump back. Was this it, was it now. The driver looked at her and then the van pulled away.
Millie tugged at her short skirt smoothing it down, the palm of her hand pressing hard into her mons. Her legs felt weak her whole body tingled, she could feel her soaked knickers clinging to her.
It was three days since she had finally clicked the button that gave control of her life to someone else, someone unknown, and now she was walking down a busy street, waves of anticipation sweeping over her. It was like being on a permanent sexual high.
He sat in his car, a big 4x4 and watched the girl across the road. She was pretty, quite skinny, small tits, mousy hair, thin legs. She did not really look that brave. He grinned, she had jumped into the air when Dave’s van screeched to a halt beside her…
