Somebody to Lean On
Chapter Two – Optional Chapter
May contain material objectional to some readers.
They walked up two flights to his luxury apartment. It had a view of downtown Milwaukee and a walk-on deck furnished with a lounge chair and a glass table. Laverne entered the apartment and gasped at the decadent décor.
"Wow, this is some place you got here! How many people you have to operate on to afford this baby?" She asked in awe.
"Laverne, I love your sense of humor. You really have a wit."
"Nah." Laverne modestly motioned her hand as she took a seat on his white leather couch. She glided her hand along the seat to feel how soft it was. "Oh, man, is this thing soft or what? So soft I could sleep on it." She felt her legs slide over the softness of the material and goose bumps began to crawl over her skin.
"I'd like that." Mike winked at her suggestively and Laverne's body tingled with excitement upon hearing his words.
He walked into the kitchen. "So, how about that wine? Which kind would you like? I have a wide variety. Merlot…Riesling…Japanese plum sake?"
"Got anything red?"
"Merlot it is!" He laughed and poured two glasses.
"Merlot sounds nice." Laverne said, obviously not knowing much about wine. "Sorry, I don't really go out with a lotta guys who have different wines to pick from. Usually it's just whatever's in the box, ya know?" She added with a laugh.
"Laverne, you are a funny one." He said, shaking his head and handing her the glass.
After finishing about half the glass of wine, she began to feel a little dizzy and disoriented. She closed her eyes for a second, then looked over at Mike, who appeared a bit out of focus. She started seeing four eyes…four gorgeous blue eyes. "Wow….okay, Merlot…Merlot", she began stammering, "Merlot must be strong 'cause I can usually handle anything. I can chug-a-lug like nobody's business, believe me. But, this is makin' me a little loopy…real fast. I think…I think I'm gonna skip on the rest for now." She went to put the glass back on the table, but she missed the table and the glass fell to the floor and broke. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to…I'm sorry."
"Shhh, it's okay. I have a maid, she'll clean it up. Relax, sweetie."
"But, your rug…it's so fancy and white and clean…and now it's all red, look. Look what I did…I'm sorry, Mike. Maybe you better take me home. I don't feel so good. I'm seein' double."
"Why don't you go lie down for a while? I have a guest room. And it's okay if you get sick because I have tons of sheets."
"Well, I don't know. If I don't come back home tonight, Shirl'll be worried about me. You better take me home. Sorry again about the rug."
"Why don't you relax for a while, watch some TV, and I'll take you back in an hour or so?"
Laverne shrugged. "Okay, I guess so." When she stood up, she lost her balance, stumbled, and fell back onto the couch. She felt her body go limp. "Hey, why don't I just lay here? It's so soft…" She ran her hand along the material again. "Mmm…so soft" she mumbled sleepily and rested her head down on the pillow.
Mike lifted her legs up and helped her lay down. He slowly reached down and gently lifted the bottom hem of her dress up over her knee, then proceeded to graze the tan skin of her inner thigh with his knuckles. "Yes, so soft. Ooh, so soft…" His forefinger moved upward, caressing her skin further. "Smooth…" He cooed, and rubbed her inner thigh with his finger in little circles. His finger moved up further to where he could feel the hemline of her underwear.
Laverne opened her eyes abruptly and through the haze of her distorted vision understood what he was doing. "Hey…no." She could barely get the words out; her body was fighting her mind's good judgment. "No, stop…you can't do that."
"Laverne, honey, just lie down. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Laverne's body froze in that moment, when he said those words. She knew that he was going to hurt her and that she would be too weak to fight him off. She knew he would strip her naked and have his way with her. And she knew there was nothing she could do to stop his advances.
"Stop it. Please…" She begged, but he already had her drugged, she was helpless.
"Shhh…it's gonna feel so good, I promise. I'll be gentle."
"No…" She started sobbing as she saw him swiftly unzip his pants and slide them down to the floor. Her eyesight was becoming increasingly blurry and she could no longer make out his face. He looked faceless. She continued to feel everything though. His hands on her dress…the 28 dollar dress she paid for with all of her spending money for that month…she felt as he ripped the straps off because she was too heavy to lift up to get the zipper. He tugged at her dress until it was down around her ankles, and then subsequently onto the floor.
Laverne let out a moan, not of pleasure, but of agony.
He then removed her panties slowly, dragging them tauntingly, exulting in his demonstration of power. He slid them all the way down her legs until she was fully exposed to him. He reached up and lightly caressed her breasts; they were soft and supple, tanned lightly due to her Italian descent. Her nipples hardened without her intending them to do so. There was a cold breeze blowing in from the deck window where his glass table with the fancy furniture sat. The wind grazed her naked body, giving her the shivers.
Laverne could no longer see him, but could hear the sound of his boxers coming off. She couldn't understand what had happened between looking forward to a great night out and what he was doing to her now. "You..." She choked on her own words, "you said…", she stuttered. "You said I was beautiful…you told me I was beautiful."
"You are, for the most part. Why?"
Laverne could no longer see, but tears flowed from her eyelids. "Then why are you doing this? I never did nothin' to you."
"Because I can." He said. Then, in one swift movement, he spread apart her legs and tore open her womanhood with one abrupt thrust. Pained groans escaped Laverne's throat, a sound guttural and animal-like. She felt him inside of her, moving in and out for three more violent thrusts before her mind went entirely black.