No, down a dark alley...

Sliding my hands down the front of my mustard yellow fabric of my dress to attempt to steady my nervous as the muscles in my legs **** me to keep walking down the long staircase, ignoring the elevator as I am **** to take every step down to leave my apartment on the fifth floor.

My sandals click and clack against every tiled step which echo out before me as the cold breeze from the open exit door at the bottom of the staircase sends a pinching wind up to causing my exposed skin to rise up with goosebumps and my nipples to harden against the soft fabric of my dress without my bra, while the next gust hits at my bare privates causing me to gasp as I press my hand down to hold my dress down as I head out onto the main street.

The morning rush of people hustle and bustle as they rush about to their jobs as I mentally fight against my body begging to go back to my apartment or even just to stop as my destination is undecided as the question and answer from before drags me forward.

As I round the corner of my apartment building almost walking into a busy looking man in a suit who shoots a glare my way as he moves his phone away from his face to mutter at me, “can you move out of the way?”

“Yes,” the word leaves my lips in a soft delicate tone as my thoughts of wanting to tell him where to shove his attitude are suddenly hidden in an instant as my feet pull my unwilling body into the alleyway to my left with a gasp following out with my nervous breath.

Even in the daylight, the seedy alleyway looks nothing but unwelcoming from the overflowing trash bins to the disgusting staining and even more to the large figure stumbling my way.

‘Please turn back,’ I beg silently in my thoughts as my body continues to walk on as if I am on a casual stroll.

As the figure gets closer, I can smell the stench of dirt and **** wafting off of him as his tall six foot body has a massive beer belly on the front of it under the old holed knitted jumper and bouncing above the ripped stained jeans as his nasally voice hiccups out into the abandoned space, “can you stop?”

“Yes I can stop,” the word rolls out above the ‘fuck no’ that rested at the tip of my tongue as my steps as suddenly pulled to a stop inches away from his swaying body, the stench of him causing my stomach to turn nauseously as I try to end this whole interaction before it starts, “but I have to go now as my boyfriend is waiting for me,” the innocent lie is believable in my soft voice as the break in walking suddenly gives my confused body control as I manage to stumble back a step.

"Ah, wait," he slurrs.