She gets herself into trouble

The evening was cool, given that it was July, but there was not a single cloud to be seen and all in all it was very pleasant. Jessica took a deep breath and looked around the street. She liked the atmosphere of Amsterdam immediately. Narrow streets, small houses and the net of canals that was spread out throughout the whole city. She had asked the boy at reception, Jan, for directions and turned to stroll off.

She followed one canal for a while, just relaxing and soaking in the city. It was so nice, so homely compared to Los Angeles. Instead of skyscrapers there were small, quaint houses literally crammed next to each other. Several time she smelled the sweet odor of pot coming from one of the numerous coffee-shops and she made a mental note to get high as soon as she found the opportunity. After all, you had to exploit it if you could do it legally.

She walked on, when she suddenly heard a moaning sound from one of the narrow side-alleys. Curiously she looked around but found that the street was very empty right now, the only other people were a group of elderly men on the other side of the canal. Nervously she swallowed, when the sound came again. Definitely a pain-filled moan!

Unsure what to do, Jessica hesitated. Her education told her that if there was someone hurt, she would have to help him. On the other hand, her education told her not to let herself lure into dark alleyways! It really looked creepy! The street lanterns didn’t illuminate the alley and all Jessica could make out were a couple of trash cans, filled to the brim. But, wait… was that a leg, moving behind the bins?

“Fuck,” Jessica muttered and plucked up her courage. Slowly and carefully she stepped closer towards the bin. Another moan.

“H-hello?!” Jessica shouted, her heart thumping inside her chest. “Are you alright?”

Finally she stepped around the bins, nervously swallowing, ready to bolt at the slightest sign that it was a trap. Her eyes widened when she saw a young man, sitting slumped over with his back against the wall. He was in his mid-twenties and handsome, in a rugged way. Three-day stubble, short brown hair, a black leather jacket and fashionably torn jeans. Right now his features were scrunched up in pain and he held the back of his head with both hands.

“Ohmigod!” Jessica gasped and rushed down to his side. Kneeling next to him she tried to get a look at his head. “What the fuck happened to you? Shitshitshit!” Cursing, she reached into her purse, looking for her mobile to call an ambulance. “Don’t worry, pal! I’ll get you some help! You’ll be just fi-MMMPH!”

The attack took her completely by surprise. She never saw the man coming who had sneaked up on her from behind while she was distracted with the injured man. Before she knew what was happening he had wrapped his arm around her torso and lifted her high into the air while his other hand clasped over her mouth to keep her from crying out. Jessica struggled fiercely and in terror, kicking and pushing, trying to bite the man’s hand, but no avail. The man was too strong. He only laughed and kept holding her tight until she had exhausted herself.

“Looks like we caught an especially pretty bird tonight…” he whispered into her ear and Jessica felt his hand wander up to grab her tits. She whimpered softly and groaned when the man whom she had attempted to help got up from the floor, no sign of pain in his face, instead a wide grin. He winked at her as he rose to his feet, picking up the purse she had dropped when she was grabbed.

Jessica watched with wide eyes as the man turned her purse upside down and emptied it out over the alley’s wet floor. She twisted helplessly in her tormentor’s grip when she saw how her wallet, lipstick and other things fell rattling to the floor. The man bent down and quickly grabbed her wallet and her passport.

“Well, then, Jessica…” he said, reading her name from her passport, “Seems to me like you picked the wrong time and place to play the Good Samaritan…” He either didn’t know her or he hadn’t read her last name in the passport, but either way Jessica was happier than ever not to be recognized. She knew it couldn’t improve her situation if these guys knew she was a fucking big-time celebrity…

“Wow! Fuck me!” the man smiled and for a second Jessica thought she had been made, but then the man bent down again and picked a small silver tube up. Jessica cringed inwardly when he lifted it for them all to see and she recognized her little travelling companion: her mini-vibrator, which she always kept inside the hidden inner pocket of her purse.

“You know, Klaas,” he said, looking deep in Jessica’s fear-filled eyes, “I’d really like to see where this belongs… Plug it into her cunt, you know?!”

Jessica screamed into the man’s hand and struggled harder than ever when the other man reached for her belt and began to unbuckle it.