In a good light

[Lovely]

September 15, 2010
12:48am


The light drizzling rain had started to fall two days ago and grew heavier before it eased up earlier tonight, needless to say Tessa had been soaked and now found herself somewhat trapped in this dark corner between the minimart, it's walled in dumpsters, and it's wooden fence along the back of the lot. She'd been crouched there for a couple hours, back far enough not to be seen but she couldn't venture out into the brigtly lit lot in her current condition. She stayed in the deep shadow, waiting and watching for the right opprotunity.

A muddy car pulled up out front, the windshield streaked with sooty lines that the rain had left behind. The driver rose up and down trying to see around the lines even after he parked. Using the light from the store to search a dark trunk, he confirmed what he'd expected - no more washer fluid and the wiper pack he thought he had was there, but already empty. Frustrated, he marched into the small store to throw away the empty container and pick up a bottle of blue cleaner and another set of blades, dreading the cost, but dreading more having to drive any more while trying to read the road between the lines every time he hit a puddle or got behind a truck. He took care of those essentials and slammed the hood closed before turning to take care of other essentials then he'd be back on the road with just a few more minutes of sleep deprivation carved into his planned schedule. He went back in for the coveted plaquard with the dangling key on the end and went around to the outbuilding, noting the flickering light and dark recesses that made his skin crawl. He opened the door and tried the switch, finding the light inside flickered as well then popped out completely. Awkward! He only needed a minute, probably less, right? He peeked out of the door again, not seeing or hearing anyone else, quickly taking care of his business while holding the door open a little for the outside light.

When he first pulled up, Tessa watched him and listened to his motions when she couldn't see him, she started to think this might be the opprotunity she was waiting for. She still had the problem of how to get out to his car and into it without being seen? A tall brunette woman streaking might call a bit of attention to herself.. but then opprotunity walked around the corner with the key to the bathroom. She smiled and her body tensed, coiled and ready to pounce. She waited until the sounds of him relieving himself stopped and before he could get himself adjusted. The element of surprise was hers as she grabbed the door with one hand and him with the other. Her hand went to his throat and she used her strength to swing him around into the wall.

"Jeez-...," he gasped out what he could before the air was pounded out of him from his back suddenly connecting with solid wall. He was then quite aware that he needed to breathe for any more sound to come out or to do much of anything else. He struggled for the moment then his eyes went wide as the thought worked its way into reaction. The hand holding him in place belonged to a chic? He tried with both hands to pull her off but even with his size she was holding him solidly in place and he was quickly going to lose. He tried to spit out a few words to get her to let him go. "What? Wallet? Take it.. just... let go!"

She nearly smiled as he struggled to no avail against her greater strength, there were some perks to being a freak. Tessa kept ahold of him for another moment and then loosened her grasp enough for him to breath a little but hopefully not shriek or anything like that. "I don't want your wallet." She explained quietly and reached to tug on the front of his shirt a little. "I need your clothes."

"What? Why?" He hadn't been able to look down very far and the light from the lot wasn't lighting up the small space completely but enough that he realized now she didn't have a stitch. She was already working on getting his off. "Hey! Lady, what are you on?" He figured it had to be something for her to be doing something this crazy.

"You kept the door open so you could see to piss, so you can't be blind.. I guess that means you're dumb. I need yours because I don't have mine. I'm not on anything.. if I was high, I'd probably have no problem walking across a lit parking lot naked." She explained in a calm, matter of fact manner, treating him almost as if he were the one on something. "I just need the shirt and the pants. You can keep your shoes, socks, boxers or tightie whities - whatever it is you wear.." She smiled a bit and tugged at his shirt again. "Let's go.. get 'em off."

[Lovely]

He grinned weakly. "Mom always said it was rude to stare," he shrugged a little, but realized he wasn't getting out of the situation easily. It was pretty clear she didn't have a gun, but he didn't want to find out that someone with her might. "Okay, okay, just... back off a little, okay? Won't do you any good all ripped up, either," he suggested, trying to slip the shirt off.

"I'm naked in an alley, I'm not that concerned with manners.. besides being like this in a public place is bound to cause someone to stare." She glanced out toward the lot and then back to him, her eyes nearly glowing with the way they caught the bit of light. "Prove that you're not stupid.. don't try anything, okay?" She slowly released her grip on his throat but didn't move away from him.

"I'm not," he assured her, palms out and slowly moving to slip the shirt off. He pulled it off, leaving strong, bare shoulders. "The pants? Seriously?" He hoped she had been joking. The shirt was quite long for her, but if she could nearly choke the life out of him without blinking he didn't want to find out what else she could do. He conceded quickly and slipped off the jeans. He could drive without them for a while, right? "Here. No tricks. Take them."

Once she had the shirt, she realized how big it would be on her and how much it would cover, her appreciative gaze drifted over his broad shoulders for a few seconds then moved down to the jeans in his hands and the boxers that still covered him. "Change of plans.. give me the boxers instead.. you keep the pants." She nodded to them and shifted the shirt to cover herself, pulling her long dark locks free from the collar and flipping them back over her shoulder. "No sense in you getting arrested for indecent exposure.. The shirt is big enough.. with the boxers underneath.. it'll be fine."

Now there was an issue. He didn't want to drop the pants on the ground into who-knew-what. His shoulders fell and he felt like his head was about to explode with sudden embarrassment. This wasn't the way he envisioned... anything. The boxers came off as he tried unsuccessfully to retain some modesty and decency with the jeans he juggled. She surely got an eye full from his awkward attempts. Finally, though only seconds had passed, he shoved the boxers at her.

She didn't laugh to try and save him from further embarrassment though the way he tried to hide himself was rather amusing, she also didn't look away from the glimpses or more she got of him. Too bad she was mugging him for his clothes.. he was a rather nice specimen. "Thanks." She murmured and took the boxers, slipping them on beneath the shirt. "I know you'll never want to see me again but if we ever happen to cross paths again and I can repay the favor.." She shrugged and seemed much less threatening for that moment. "Sorry about this.. I hope the rest of your night goes better." She shrugged again and turned to head out of the alley and across the parking lot at a brisk walk, her feet still bare and her lean legs lightly glistening with the moisture that was still on them from the rain.

[Lovely]

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks," he snipped, doubting she'd want to be found. Whatever her kind of trouble was, he wasn't sure he wanted any more part of it, anyway. She left him with the crack of light to see by and he put his jeans back on, though it felt strange and likely to chaffe. A moment later his hand went to his chest, although aware he would find no pocket now. The card! Crap, he'd forgotten the card and the address he'd tucked in the pocket of the shirt she now had. Again his shoulders slumped, but only a moment before his flat palm pounded against the thin wall of the modern out-house and he uttered a frustrated growl. He darted out into the alley to try and see where she'd gone. It wasn't like he had her number, either. This whole trip would be bust if he didn't make it there on time and now he didn't even know where he was going... or where she had gone. What he wouldn't give for his old hound dog right then! She'd been in the shadows, so he started off behind the store at first, then remembered the restroom key, and his own keys. She hadn't stolen those or his car, at least. He tossed the key inside the door of the shop and bolted back to his car, not wanting to explain anything more than necessary about his suddenly missing shirt. The headlights swept through a sheet of fresh, light rain as he backed out and started for the main road, then caught the hint of a form ahead. Now he needed to try and bargain with her if she didn't run away. He drove slowly, trying to watch her and the wet road he could see now.

She heard the car approaching and saw the splash of the headlights on the road ahead of her, she recognised the sound of the same car that had pulled into the gas station. It was too quick for him to have called the police, he didn't wait for them to arrive.. maybe he planned to run her down? He was driving a bit slow if that was the case, she didn't turn to look over her shoulder but watched where she was walking. It was raining again, she briefly glanced upward and growled at the sky and it's blasted percipitation. Her arms wrapped around her, pulling the shirt more snug as she walked and waited for whatever move the guy was going to make.

He rolled down the window as he came alongside her to yell out, "Since you're wearing my shorts, can you at least tell me your name? I mean, c'mon, you don't even have shoes on. Want to start from the beginning without strangling me? Maybe I can help."

Tessa sighed and looked to the sky again, the fates were just messing with her in all sorts of ways tonight. Her gaze and her face slowly turned toward the man in the car, something in her expression was completely vunerable for a brief moment as she gently shook her head. "I've already taken more from you than I should.. thank you.. but you can't help.. and I'm aware I don't have shoes.. lost them with my clothes." She kept walking, her steps not faltering even though she was no longer watching where she was going. "I'm just going home.. okay?"