Page 34 of Rushed

Keenan

The past couple days, since I’d gotten a clue within my nightmare have been crazy, and even though I hated to admit it, I needed Lincoln. Without him taking the days off to coddle me, I think I would have fallen apart.

Monday morning came, and he was back on schedule, working furiously on his form with Max. He’d also been putting in extra hours at Dangereux. He said it was always like this in January, as New Year resolutions kicked in, when the thrill seeking standards of the club members ramped up tenfold.

Work began onNoir,the level of voyeur glass, where a St. Andrew’s Cross would be permanently placed on the third level. Once it’s completed we’ll have to test it out—just to make sure it’s ready for patrons, of course—which earned me another private night at Dangereux. For the first time since I lost my memory, I was feeling like I was a part of something. I was no longer adrift, and was finding a life that I was beginning to mesh with. Having Lincoln made it this side of perfect.

I still expected something drastic to happen with my memory, something that would make it all come crashing down around me. I knew it was going to happen, but for now, I was anticipating, enjoying, and loving everything that's happened around me.

Tonight is another prime example of trying out new things. Linc asked me to meet him at his gym over on 14th, and I’m excited. I know how manly he is, but the idea of him kicking the crap out of someone has me all hot and bothered.

We’re going out to dinner, so I made sure to wear a lovely dress and skip out on the panties. I don’t want him to have to unwrap anything as he slides along my body, sweaty and sticky from the exertion of his workout, as I’ve had numerous fantasies of him like this. I can’t count on both hands what it does to me, touching those perfectly honed muscles, watching as they strain and flex with his demands on my body. Every woman should have this experience, but not with him. He’s mine.

I’ve envisioned what I’ll do when I get him alone in the locker room. His hands will roam, and my mouth will cover every possible inch of his cock. Then he’ll fill me until I scream incoherently and blissfully as we’re both sated. We won’t leave until I fulfill that fantasy.

Lincoln gave me the directions to his gym, but it’s all so daunting. I have to take two trains, one bus, and a short walk down 14th Street. I had no issues taking the train, but I was a little leery of the bus, and more than uneasy walking in an area I didn’t know, but he said it’s a safe area of Manhattan, and I trust his judgement.

This morning, I’d went for an interview at Sax’s for a position in the women’s department, and I felt it went pretty well. By this time next week, I could possibly have a job of my own. After my interview, I went to Jim’s restaurant. He needed a guinea pig to try out new dishes on, and if that was a job, I’d kill for it. The walnut encrusted crab cake with saffron infused rice and caramelized onion reduction was to die for. Feeling stuffed on expensive fare, I’d praised his prowess and popped into a cab to see Gail. I’d been shirking my visits, and she deserved better.

Jon was able to notify her family. They rushed out from Connecticut to confirm the news. They had their daughter, mother, and wife back, but they’d never seen or heard of me before. I was still the flummox I’d been all along.

A few months ago, I’d have been heartbroken by the thought, but today I’m able to get along just fine without any conclusion. Because of Lincoln, Troy, and their friends—myfriends— I’m nothing but happy.

I no longer tremble when I awake to the nightmare. I no longer wonder who I was, nor do I care if someone misses me. I am the new me; I am Keenan.

I still haven’t told Lincoln that I love him, or that I don’t care who I was. I wouldn’t change my new life for anything that is a part of my past. Sure, I might have bills to contend with, or family that wants me to become a part of their lives again, but they will have to trust that I’m better this way, and that I’m bringing him with me for the ride.

I’ve taken the two trains and the bus, and I’m now on the road, walking towards his gym. I’m lost in my own head, walking and thinking of Lincoln, not realizing I have followers. I didn’t notice them when I got off the train, nor when I exited the bus, but since starting off on foot, I’ve gained them. I’m sure it’s just one of the annoying reporters looking for a scoop, but at the same time, I’m in an unknown part of the city, and it’s a bit unnerving. It makes me want to get to Lincoln as quickly as possible. Quickening my steps confirms that they are indeed following me as they match my pace.

Looking around the area, it’s mainly banks, small boutiques and grocery stores with illuminated closed signs. I’m alone.Fuck.

I continue to walk, intending to find somewhere to stop. Before I find myself turning onto 14thand another barren roadway, I scout out a small cafe where the lights are still on. I haven’t turned to look at who could be following me, but from the footfalls, I can tell they are gaining ground.

“Well, look what we found.” Yep, they’re looking for me.Shit!

“It’s the lovely lady from the club. You remember her, don’t ya? She’s the whore that bit Mick’s lip.”

They’re so close now, I can smell their cheap aftershave, blended with profuse alcohol consumption. What is it with these guys and drunken disorderly?

The coffee shop isn’t as close as I’d like, and there’s no one else within range to hear me if something happens. I’m shit out of luck if I can’t find help.

“You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t start anything that Mick didn’t ask for.” Reaching for my phone, I know the last call I made was to Linc. I scramble through the buttons until I hear the decisive click. I hope to fuck he’s out of the cage. I’m running late already because of the visit to Gail, and I hope he can hear what’s transpiring. “You really don’t want to be doing this. If it gets back that Mick was involved, Rush is going to fuck you and him up,” I say over my shoulder as loudly as possible, while pulling my shaking hands out of my pockets. Placing them in front of me, I’m prepared to make them bleed, even though I don’t have mace or a weapon.

“Yep. She’s the one, aren’t you, cunt?” Mick’s friend yanks my ponytail back. I’m stopped dead in my tracks, and now at a serious disadvantage. He’s holding it so close to the scalp that I can’t even turn to face him.

“We’re gonna have a bit of fun, darlin’. I hope you don’t have anywhere you need to be.” He laughs maniacally, and it’s disgusting to think of what he intends to do. I can’t hear if Lincoln picks up, and I figure shouting out the landmarks in case he did might save me.

“I was just going for a coffee at Scaramouch. If you want, I’ll buy. You seem like you could use it.” I’m so close to the coffee shop, but still too far away for anyone who’s inside to see me. I’m clearly screwed in this situation.

Fuck me, this sucks ass. I’ll have to play this out a bit and see where my admirers screw up. I’m pissed and glad at the same time that I didn’t wear heeled boots, as they would have been a great weapon, but I would have been slipping on the snow.

“Come here,” two says. “Let’s see what’s under that dress, eh?” As the second one joins us, the guy holding my hair moves me over to a small alley separating the buildings. As dark and dangerous as it is, I know I can figure this out.

Brushing his hand along the side of my leg towards my ass, I shiver from the contact of cold air. Stupid move, not wearing underwear tonight.

“Oh, we’re in for a treat. No panties. We didn’t bring any money, but can you give us a free fuck, darlin’?” Number two is piss drunk. He moves his face next to mine, his putrid breath coating my skin. If I could just get the first guy to let go of my hair, I might have a way to get free. I kick back with the heel of my boot, trying to reach his balls, but he sidesteps me, pressing forward so my cheek scrapes down the brick. My breasts are squashed against the wall, and I’m fully fucking trapped.

“Fuck this,” I mutter to myself, then scream with all my might. “Lincoln! Someone, anyone! Please, help me!” I scream as loud and as much as I can. I try jerking around, even with my face grinding against the stones. Fucker number two is still trailing his hand up my thigh, and trying desperately to cover my mouth. I bite down as hard as I can as he sticks his fat fucking sausages into my pussy. I scream at the same time he howls.

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