The day started out as usual. Her alarm rang, she rolled out of bed still half asleep and hauled her butt into the shower. Then she dressed, swallowed a cup of strong coffee and drove to the bank.
To Bonnie banking placed among the most boring jobs on the planet. The same transactions day after day. The same people, coworkers and customers who only saw her work face. Deep inside she believed everyone put on a show. All people had dirty little secrets, didn't they? They had desires that were too personal to talk about, even with their friends.
Bonnie was sure most people assumed her life was just fine. She had a good job and dated when she felt like it. If she wanted a night out but wasn't in the mood for romantic hassles, she tossed back a few beers with her coworkers after the bank closed.
It was a good life but lately she was so bored she'd considered doing something risky like bungee jumping or swimming with sharks.
Then in moments everything changed. Just before closing time at the bank, a guy came in. Even if he hadn't been wearing a ski mask she would have noticed him. Hell, you hardly ever saw a man built that fine who wasn't into mixed martial arts or something like that. Tall, lean and dressed in black from head to toe, he strode past Bonnie's desk and she caught the scent of herbal cologne. A gentleman bank robber.
He had broad shoulders and incredibly long legs. Best of all was the enticing bulge of his cock straining against his snug black pants. She imagined tracing the shape of it with her fingertips, unzipping him and feeling his stiff, satiny cock in her hand.
Just thinking about it had her pussy drenched with passion and her nipples pebble hard beneath her conservative clothes. She squirmed in her chair, trying to soothe that frustrating ache in her clit.
Glancing around at the panicked faces of customers and staff, she realized she was the only one grinning.
"Everyone get facedown on the floor," the robber ordered in a deep, calm voice sexy enough to curl a woman's toes. "Except for the tellers. Stay standing and keep your hands on the counters please."
He approached the teller line with quick, sure strides. Strangest of all he didn't request bills.
Bonnie lifted her head slightly and watched him sort through each teller's coins until he finally took what looked to be a silver dollar and held it up to the light.
"Thank you," he said to the teller, bowed his head almost gallantly to her then ordered her and the other tellers to lie down behind the counter. No one was to move for ten minutes.
What kind of freak robbed a bank and only took a single coin? He walked toward the door and Bonnie lifted her head again. At that moment her gaze locked with the robber's and she felt as if someone had just dipped her into a pool of warm, scented water. This guy made her pussy flood just from looking at her. Her heart pounded at the thought of what he could do to her with a kiss, a touch and best of all with a long, hard fuck. Or even a quickie. Have mercy, she wanted to see that body of his naked. She found an almost odd excitement in this incident. Yes, it scared the hell out of her, yet at least it was a change from the almost unbearable monotony of everyday life.
He paused a moment. His sapphire eyes blinked once, slowly, then he shook his head the slightest bit, as if waking himself from a daydream. Her belly tightened. Had he been thinking dirty thoughts about her too?
The robber continued across the lobby, his long strides swallowing the carpeted floor. Then he exited through the glass doors.
At that moment Bonnie made her move. She stood and bolted toward the door in spite of protests from a few of her coworkers. It was as if a madness had overtaken her. This was freedom.
No, it's a good way to go to jail.
Even that thought didn't stop her. She continued after him, the pull almost magical.
It was dusk on an autumn night, so everything was pretty dark. This particular bank office stood on a lonely stretch of road in a rural town. No wonder the place had been robbed.
Around the corner she saw the robber sliding into the front seat of a black car. Without hesitation, she ran toward him. He glanced at her, a surprised expression in his eyes, and grasped her arm. His strong fingers bit into her flesh and again her heart skipped a beat. She'd probably made a huge mistake, yet this was the best she'd felt in years.
Excitement and arousal coursed through her.
"Get out of here, lady," he growled and shoved her away from the car. He slammed the door and started the engine, but just before he sped off, Bonnie leapt into the back seat.
"What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.
He turned and stared at her with those stunning eyes and though he still wore the mask, something told her he was smiling.
The car sped through the night and in the distance she heard police sirens.
"You must be crazy," he said.
"Yeah," she admitted. "Among other things."
"Life's that bad is it?"
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her breathing steady. Actually now that she thought about it, life wasn't that bad. Just unbearable. She was sick and tired of being a drone. For once in her life she wanted to be the queen-fucking-bee.
"So, crazy lady, what's your name?" he asked.
He gave a throaty chuckle.
"What?" she demanded.
"My name is Clive."
She snorted with laughter. First there was Bonnie and Clyde, now there was Bonnie and Clive.
"You've completely screwed up your life you know," he continued.
"Like you haven't? And speaking of crazy, I'm not the one who held up a bank for one lousy coin."
He didn't reply and she asked, "Where are we headed?"
"We? We're not going anywhere. I'm dumping you off as soon as I can."
"Don't do that. Please."
She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw him staring back at her. Then he nodded ever so slightly.
Bonnie gasped when he turned off the road sharply, nearly tipping the car. The vehicle spun and when it stopped they were speeding down another road, this one completely unfamiliar. Strangely, it was a city street. The lights from shops and other buildings glowed eerily against the darkness. People mingled on the sidewalks, at least she thought they were people. A few of them turned in her direction and her head spun almost as fast as the car had moments ago. Did one of them have horns and the other fangs?
Clive slammed on the brakes as a little old lady with green skin and glowing eyes appeared from nowhere to hobble across the street.
"What the hell is going on here?" Bonnie demanded. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them everything would be back to normal.
It wasn't. The car started rolling again and the strange sights continued until Clive finally turned into an underground parking lot.
As soon as he stopped the car, Bonnie opened the door and fled. A second later, his steely grip on her upper arm stopped her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, those intense blue eyes fixed on her. Beneath his black mask, she noticed a couple of strange bumps in his temple area.
"Anywhere but here," she said.
"You can't leave the city. Not now. You're in our section."
"What do you mean, our section?"
He loosened his grip on her and began to gently massage her arm with his fingertips. "This is called Hearthside City. Almost every human city or town has an area like this. Everyone has passed by it at one time or another and just about everyone has seen the people in it. Spells keep it safe, as well as the fact that most people's human minds create an illusion of normalcy. Most people can't comprehend the supernatural. It terrifies them and they refuse to believe it exists. You're different, though. You understand fear but you're not ruled by it. That's rare."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you trying to tell me we're sharing the world with monsters?"
He tossed her an indulgent look. "No, Bonnie. I'm trying to say that we monsters are sharing the world with you. We were here first."
"That can't be."
The concept both terrified and intrigued her.
"If this is true, why haven't I seen you or this city before?" she demanded.
He stared at her thoughtfully. "Something in your life prompted this. You've been unhappy or unsettled. When you came face-to-face with me, you couldn't deny my presence so you could no longer ignore your innermost desires."
Her dirty little secrets. Could he be right?
"Why did you take me here?" she asked. "What are you going to do with me?"
"You make it sound like I kidnapped you. You're the one who jumped in my car, remember?"
He had her there. Still, at the time she'd thought he was a run-of-the-mill bank robber. One with a gorgeous body, but human nonetheless.
"All right. I admit I invited myself. Now that I'm here, what do you want?"
"The same thing you wanted when you looked at me in the bank." He placed his hands on her shoulders, his blue eyes softening the slightest bit. Whether he was man or beast, one thing was obvious, his eyes gleamed with lust just like those of a human male.
"You wanted to fuck," he said softly, his face dipping a bit closer to hers. If only he'd take off that damn ski mask so she could see what he looked like.
"How could I want that? I just met you," she said, a weak protest.
"Lust at first sight is the best kind. You wanted to come along for this ride, Bonnie. And it's only just begun."