Suns out, buns out.
Bianca posted the picture to her Snapchat story, tugging at the bottom of her bright blue cheeky bikini. She fidgeted with the strings, making sure they sat perfectly on her hips once more. It would only take a few moments before the comments came rolling in. She knew the picture of her ass in a swimsuit laying out by the pool was a thirst trap... But she didn't care. She liked the attention, even if she was ashamed to admit it.
Rubbing vitamin-infused oil onto her arms and legs, she was careful not to expose herself to too much sun lest her fair skin burn. But she had been nursing her tan all summer and needed to preserve the glow. Wiping her greasy hands clean on a white towel, she tossed it over to the opposing pool chair and set a timer on her phone.
A short nap in the sun and then she would be set to get ready for lunch and tennis lessons this afternoon. Her calendar was always full. Shopping with friends, lunches on the water, dates with men from her father's law firm and the various social clubs he belonged to. She tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and rolled onto her stomach. She was busy, but she was lonely.
Her nap in the sun had barely started when she woke with a start. Kneeling beside her, a man in a black sweatshirt whispered something.
A man in a black sweatshirt?
Realizing nothing about this scenario was right, she reared up from her lounge chair with a shriek. His large palm clapped over her mouth and she struggled against him.
"Do not scream again," he said in a voice that was stern yet calm.
She shook like a leaf, fingers gripping the edge of the lounger. Brown eyes widening, she saw her own terrified face mirrored back to her in the dark lenses of his sunglasses. He nodded once, still crouched down to her eye level and slowly uncovered her mouth.
Don't scream? Fat fucking chance.
With all the breath she had, she screamed as if her life depended on it- because it did. Bianca knew she was about to be kidnapped.
