This was just a casual meeting between friends: no sex, not even kisses. The elevator crept upwards gaining slowly on her floor. The room was a short ...alk down the hall. The key card slipped into the slot, and the door swung slowly open. He caught the first faint smells of vanilla, and he knew... She was sitting on the bed, her arms outstretched behind her, her palms flat on the bed supporting her and revealing the curve of her breasts. Her legs were crossed, the deep purple dress pulled up. ..I am," Sophie beseeched softly.I knew when she said it, she was thinking about the gig in Portland.Some drunk guy had told her that her friend the bass player was pretty.Abby had suggested we all do eyeliner and black nail polish for show thatnight and I guess she went a little heavy on my face. We had all laughedabout it, but the girls all said they could see why he thought I was awoman. At 5'7" and a 140 lbs with soft skin and no hint of facial hair,I guess the guy could be forgiven. To. Bettie was Bob’s wife. “She's out shopping and won’t be back until much later.” “Okay,” I replied. I placed my hands on the six foot high wooden fence that ran along the driveway and stepped back, my buttocks prominently on display, my shorts riding up my ass. I kicked one leg up and asked Bob to grab my ankle, which he dutifully did. “Hold it,” I instructed. I knew Bob was getting more than an eyeful of my ass. After I counted to ten, I asked him to let go. We repeated the process for my. Kyle..Yes, she would get free and report all of them. Castel, a large and in charge type of guy stepped forward placing a hand on her cheek with that same sinister grin as the others. Slowly his hand traveled down her neck, then to her chest stopping right on top of her left breast. “ I think this hoodie needs to come off so we can see what we are really working with.” He chimmed as he reached in pocket pulling a rather large and sharp knife from his pocket. He grabbed ahold of the top of her.