Drive-by Part 1

Nekane took a deep drink from a glass of water. She swished it around in her mouth and spit into the kitchen sink. She took another drink and determined she had successfully gotten the persistent taste of vomit out of her mouth. Well, close enough.

"Ugg.. What is going on?!", she complained to herself.

Nekane was frustrated, she was already running late and now it was almost lunch. She grabber her bag aggressively and stomped toward the door. She threw the door open and walked down the hall to the elevator.

*CLICK*

*DING*

She heard the high pitched click of her door down the hall latching shut just as she pushed the down button on the elevator.

She stepped in and pressed the G2 button to go down to the garage.

As the elevator went down is paused at the third floor.

"Come On" Nekan thought. "Lets get going."

As the elevator doors opened Nekane's mind became even more flustered even as she refused to let her countenance change.

The man who was waiting to step on the elevator however, could not contain his joy as he saw Nekane alone in the elevator and then stepped in.

"Why Hello Nekane!" The portly man said merrily as he stepped in the elevator. Nekane was not a tall person, but he was still a few inches shorter than her. That combined with his receding hairline and slight belly made him quite unattractive. However, his unattractiveness emanated from more than his physical appearance. He was a nasty person, and even people who just met him could tell.

"Hello Namon." she replied coldly and continued to stare ahead.

"Come one Nekane! Is that anyway to greet your favorite neighbor?" He laughed an impish laugh as he walked into the elevator. He proceeded to stand behind Nekane, far too close for comfort. She could feel his unpleasant breath on the back of her hair. Namon took his hands and put them on Nekane's hips, sliding them under her jacket and shirt to touch her soft flesh.

Nekane resisted flinching even as his ice cold hands touched her body. She was repulsed, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

She glanced at the elevator. Fortunately the elevator was continuing it's decent. If she hadn't have already pushed a button she knew there was no chance he was going to. It was already on the 2nd floor. Maybe she could make it out without too much trouble.

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Namon pushed his crotch up against her rear end. She could feel every inch of him pressing up against her.

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He took a deep inhale of her hair. Nekane closed her eyes.

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Namon reached down the to button on Nekanes jeans and started to fiddle with it.

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*DING*

Namon had undone her jean button, but stepped away as the doors began to open.

"Let's take this somewhere a little more comfortable you little slut." Namon growled, frustrated his fun has been interrupted. Nekane was as still as a statue as she had been the whole ride down.

"NAMON!!"

Even though there was no one standing at the landing, the volume and intensity of the voice would suggest otherwise.

"NAMON GET YOUR DUMB ASS OVER HERE! WE'RE WAITING FOR YOU!!"

Namon scowled as he saw a rotund woman an row of cars down yelling at him.

Nekane finally allowed herself to exhale and even softened her face into a semi-smirk as Namon continued to be berated by his wife.

She was never happy to see either one of them; one was as unpleasant as the other, but she would take this one as a freebie.

"Stupid bitch..." Namon growled as he walked out of the elevator. Nekane wasn't sure if it was directed at her or his wife and she didn't care.

Namon's wife finally noticed that Nekane was in the elevator and looked her up and down unapprovingly. Nekane made sure she could see her jean button undone, put on a big fake smile and waved at the woman. The woman squinted her eyes, huffed indignantly and redoubled the insults she was throwing on her husband.

As their vehicle squealed out of the garage, Nekane spent a few minutes to regain her composure. She took 3 deep breaths and buttoned up her jeans. She was lucky she had worn jeans today; she knew if she had been wearing a skirt she would be doing a bit more than a little buttoning up. As it was now she was mentally wiping Namon's stink off her body, but it easily could have been something a bit more tangible she had to clean up. She adjusted her pants and bad on her shoulder and began the walk to her car. She approached her large black sedan and quickly entered and sat down, finally allowing herself to relax.

"Could this day get any worse?" She complained into the cavernous interior of her car. At this point she felt more frustrated than violated and after recollecting her thoughts she turned the key in her car and backed out of her assigned spot. She navigated the underground parking structure and finally exited into the bright sunlight of the day. She pointed her car in the direction of the Frad's compound and began to traverse the city.