Raven had had a long week and was looking forward to a having a drink with a friend.  It was a warm evening and the breeze was only slightly cooling as she stepped from the cab on South State Street and walked into The Bayou. The place was heaving as there was evidently some sort of beer festival on. Raven ordered a drink and found somewhere to sit, just as she did so her phone rang, it was her friend; her father had been taken ill and had been hospitalised.  Though he was ‘comfortable’ she’d understand why she now couldn’t make it.  Raven sighed and sipped her drink, thinking of what to do?  Though this was a lively and popular bar of good repute, Raven was not entirely comfortable with being alone.

She was thinking of leaving when two men sat down by her; they were both fairly good-looking, and seemed amiable enough, they were both middle-aged about six feet tall and stocky; one had fair hair and green eyes, his accent was obviously local.  The other had blue eyes and grey-brown hair, Raven could not quite make out his accent, he was not local.  The fair one asked if she’d like a drink. Though nervous, she found herself automatically accepting the offer; she was not sure why.  Both men had warm smiles and exchanged conversation with her.  The blue eyed one could not take his eyes from her; though she wasn’t aware, he was mentally undressing her sweetly plump and ample body.

The men talked to each-other about the ‘party over at Glendale’; they made it audible so that she could hear, and then casually asked if she’d like to come.  Once again, alarm bells rang as she’d read about women disappearing etc. but these were not youngsters, and they seemed nice enough.  She switched the alarm off; foolishly, she let the tingling in her pussy overcome her fear of going with strangers, and she’d been looking forward so much to an evening out. What possible harm could she come too?  After a little deliberation she agreed to go with them; the fair haired man led the way to his car; she felt the blue eyed man’s eyes watch her from behind as her shapely plump ass lifted from the seat, wrapped in a tight dress.  She should have known better, as her instincts said something was wrong, but a baser instinct now gripped her and her pussy was moist with excitement at something unknown.