It was in summer 2010 when Doug asked me out. We had just graduated from the same class and he seemed decent enough. When we went on our first date everything was just fine. We help hands and ate at a family restaurant outside of town. Mind you, this was a small town in Michigan so there were no fancy places to eat around. A week later he called me up on my cell phone and asked to go on a double date with his sister, Sarah. When we arrived at the movie theater it got a bit strange. Sarah made an excuse about her date not being able to make it and then said “Let’s just go see the movie and have fun!” At this point I wasn’t really freaked out or anything, I just thought Maybe she just got ditched and she is trying to be strong or something. So we watched the movie and quickly left the theater.
Doug had been a bit too touchy during the movie, if you know what I mean. My butt suddenly became a spot of interest for his hand to squeeze. At the very least it was slightly uncomfortable. After the movie his sister suddenly turned into my best friend and wanted to show me her book collection at home. So as we drove to their house (I sat shot-gun and his sister was in the back) Doug’s hand started to creep up my thigh. I had to continually take his hand away from my nether-area. When we finally got to his home -Thank god!- Sarah immediately grabbed my hand and determinedly dragged me into her room. She started to show me around the house and when she opened the door to her room, my jaw hit the floor.
She had a sex room. I am putting it nicely as I can. There were dildos decorating her shelves, whips, handcuffs, random blunt phallic looking objects. etc. There was so many things and I swear I saw a few hundred S&M books scattered here and there. Safe to say I was quite shocked at this. Who brings a girl HERE for a date?! While I was gawking at this room wondering WHAT THE HELL?! Doug was off somewhere in the great unknown of this horror house.
Then Sarah led me to the living room like nothing happened and excused herself for a restroom break. I started to formulate an escape plan. I texted my whole contacts list to just call me. I just needed someone to set off that funky techno ringtone I had, pronto. Then Doug walked in. My eyes couldn’t get any wider – trust me, this one was a doozie – Doug had on a full latex suit. I turned around and there was Sarah, in some weird latex strap contraction shirt made of straps and belts and something. Then they both asked me to join in a threesome. When my cellphone finally rang it was my friend Josie. I faked that she was a co-worker in need of help because of too many customers and had asked her to come pick me up. As I got ready to leave I apologized to Doug and his sister for not being able to er…stay.
Promising to call him when I was free, I ran out the door, jumped into Josie’s car and we drove away. As we drove away I received a text. It was a picture of Doug’s penis wrapped in a painful looking noose of some sort. Speechless, I deleted his text and blocked his number.
After a week I started to get stalked on my phone. Strange breathing/panting and moans left on my voice mails, weird texts from different numbers – I had to change my cell phone number.