She was sitting in a chair, tied to the arms and legs with long thick plastic zip ties. The ties had rubbed into her skin, leaving deep wounds in the ...lesh of her wrists and ankles. Blood had dripped onto the floor around her. She was naked, vulnerable and fear shone in her eyes."Please, let me go," she begged as soon as she saw him. "I won't tell, I promise. Please, God." Her voice was muffled from the plastic, coming to him from the holes drilled across the top of the plastic cube.He pulled. "Where's your hot car?"It's at home under cover." It wasn't, I had it stored somewhere else."I wanted to ride in it. It looks so cool." We can go get it, but if we do we have to change plans. I don't know what kind of area this club is in. I heard it was in an old warehouse, warehouse districts aren't too secure. Plus it will be in a crowded parking lot where people will be less than vigilant because of alcohol. I know a great jazz club, if you would like to go there."I could see the gears. She said good morning and I handed her a cup of coffee. As she sat against the table and drank it, I looked down to see if I could get a peek at what she was wearing this time. But I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt! I was looking right at her young pussy. Then she noticed me staring. “What?” she started to say until she remembered she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her face went red and she hurried out, excusing herself. She left before I could reply. Over. .. snowing and quite cold ... And the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and had never met before.The outing was fun but relatively uneventful, until they were headed home late that afternoon. They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte!!They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle.