Sooner than she thinks

"Oh, Stacy that was deliciously erotic. Sucking a cock while he's driving a vehicle. Do you think anyone has thought of that before?" Stacy spat repeatedly in a vain attempt to remove the lingering taste of the stranger she left recovering in an alley. She cursed the situation she found herself in: a puppet **** to a sex-loving ghost. Jezebel was just reveling in post orgasm bliss, and Stacy felt herself mewling and moaning for her, much to her increasing frustration.

"So you get satisfaction, but I get blue balled?"

"Well, my dear, if you are truly disappointed," Stacy gulped as she regretted her complaint, but Jezebel was already putting her plan into action as Stacy's mouth continued, "then we simply must remedy the situation." Stacy felt her body freeze as her captor exerted control. When her walk continued, she groaned at how wide her hips swung with each step, and she moaned as her juicy thighs rubbed together.

"Don't worry, Stacy. There are plenty of possible partners here." Stacy looked up at these words and realized her journey through town left her in what she considered a less pleasant part of town. The street she found herself included a bar, a liquor store, a sex shop, and various seedy stores with half-shuttered facades. There were a few groups huddled around on the sidewalks, and they glared in her direction with desire for money or sex. Before any one could make a move, a car screeched to a stop by her side, kicking up a gust that somehow flies up Stacy's nonexistent skirt, shivering her lips like she had gone pantiless. The car was a sleek, black town car, with equally black windows obscuring any occupants, though the passenger window opened enough for a large, masculine hand to beckon her closer. She felt her loins stir at the confident man's gesture, and her legs walked her to the opening door. The car was filled almost cartoonishly full of cigar smoke from the well dressed passenger who emitted it. It obscured his face and burned Stacy's eyes, but Jezebel maintained her grinning, presenting posture while Stacy teared up. After a moment of silence, his deep voice spoke with casual authority.

"How is our plan coming along?" Stacy had no idea what plan the stranger meant. He couldn't be talking to Jezebel? As she felt her throat cough up a sultry response, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Wonderfully, my dear. She will be yours soon enough." Jezebel spoke like she was offering a bride to an arranged suitor, and Stacy broke through enough to speak her mind.

"Who are you?" She accused at no one, at everyone. "Why are you doing this to me?" She felt her face twist toward the billowing silhouette, but in a way that felt like she was asking who would explain it to herself. Her brain was hurting from trying to convey another's emotions and be witness to them. With a wave of his cigar hand, the man let Jezebel answer the questions.

"Well," Stacy's mouth began, staring nowhere in particular. "I believe we've met already." Jokes were not appreciated, but Stacy could only blow some loose strands of hair off her face while the ghost continued. "This wonderful gentleman is a particularly good friend of mine. My connection to his family goes further back than you do." The two chuckled knowingly, making Stacy feel like a child while adults were talking above it. "You will get to know him very well, once I'm finished preparing you." Stacy felt her own hand pat her denim clad thigh assuredly, keenly aware of the firm grip Jezebel held on her.

"So am I going to fuck him now?" Stacy could only flash her gaze toward the shadowy figure. Jezebel turned her head slowly in response. Stacy couldn't make out his face, but his powerful legs pierced the cloud, and she could see her perverted figured reflected in his polished shoes. He adjusted in the plush leather couch seat, enjoying the woman's gaze on his spread thighs. It was Jezebel who answered again.

"All in due time, Darling. You're far from ready." Stacy shivered at the implication but had no time to ponder it, as her kidnap came to a sudden end. She panicked when she recognized the neighborhood as her own. Her neighbors would definitely notice this sleek vehicle pulling up to her house, and all eyes would be on her sexily packaged body. Stacy's fearful face turned to the smoking man one last time. "It was wonderful to see you, Sweetheart. Thank you ever so much for the ride." As Jezebel lifted Stacy out of the car, her tender hand squeezed the man's passing bulge. The stunned accountant blushed as she felt his flaccid member outclassing anything she had experienced. His only response was a sharp slap to her exiting ass, which sent an unfortunately pleasing tingle between her swollen thighs. While the car sped away, Stacy turned in shame to her front door, hoping to avoid any more interactions for the day.

"Perfect timing, Ms. Dennings. Is that offer still on the table?"