Snapchat Blackmail Part 2

“Park on the street behind the silver Tacoma. I’ll meet you outside.”

I parked my car and messaged that I had arrived. A minute or two passed before I saw him walking down his driveway towards me. He was exceptionally handsome and masculine, wearing a crisp white tshirt, jeans, and leather boots. The tshirt puffed over his thick chest and broad shoulders, while the sleeves stretched around his thick arms. His size 12 boots thudded against the tar as he crossed the street, smiled at me, then reached out his hand. I shook it, smiled, and said “Nice to meet you.”

“You ready?” His smiled widened.

I chuckled and he tightened his grip. I grimaced and he crushed my four fingers in his palm. He turned back towards his driveway and I followed, forgetting the beer I had picked up along the way.

“Oh, one sec!” I crossed back to my car and grabbed the beer. I glanced at the bag of toys and rope in my rear seat and decided to leave them. I didn’t want to be tied up tonight if I could help it.

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