Date: 10/4/2016, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Drug, Humiliation, Straight Sex, Mind Control, Reluctance, Author: Sara_Quill, Source: sexstories.com
Indian Tea Vera hoisted her bag with her yoga outfit over her shoulder as she walked out of the gym. She had been teaching all night. She pulled the hair tie out of her red curls and shook her head, the curls dangling over her shoulder. Yoga was suppose to be a stress relief, but teaching four classes in a row, filled with annoying people expecting her to fix all of their problems with a simple warrior pose, was just aggravating. She walked across the dark parking lot, the moon shining a faint light over the few cars that were left. ‘Hey, Vera,’ someone yelled chipper. She looked back and saw a man from the last class she’d taught. He was kind of a hippie, his hair in dreads, always wearing colourful loose trousers and he was always trying to flirt with her and asking her out. Bragging about his trip to India or trying to name the yoga poses in Sanskrit. Brett something was his name. Vera didn’t date students, and even if she did Brett just wasn’t her type. He was dominant and controlling and quite condescending every once in a while. Vera lifted her hand and politely waved from a distance, then she continued to walk to her car. ‘Hold on,’ he yelled. Vera pretended not to hear him and walked a little bit faster. She heard his footsteps running towards her. He slammed her on the shoulder. ‘I’ll walk you to your car,’ he said. ‘It’s dark and late. A petite girl like you shouldn't be walking alone over a dark abandoned parking lot, like this.’ ‘Excuse me?’ She said. Bewildered ...