5 comments/ 18355 views/ 3 favorites Undetermined Boundaries By: Breezy115 Chapter 1 Meagan awoke with a start. Damn it, she thought to herself as she looked at the clock, why did I agree to go to this stupid thing? She cursed to herself as she swung her long legs over the edge of her bed. She ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. What did Dawn have planned for their "little outing," she wondered while shampooing her hair as fast as possible. After she rinsed her hair, she towel dried her self and walked in to her bedroom naked. She raided her closet for about twenty minutes before she found what she was looking for. She threw them on the bed and went to look in her dresser drawers for a matching bra and panty set. Grabbing the light green strapless bra and matching boy shorts, she quickly got dressed in the green halter top and black flowy skirt she had placed on the bed. She quickly rummaged through her stockings collection and found her favorite pair of black stockings that didn't need a garter belt to hold them up. Then she put on her black heels and walked in to the bathroom. She applied a small amount of make up to enhance her eye color and her lips to the fullest. She threw her wavy brown hair in a ponytail, knowing that it would fall out by the end of the night anyway. She knew she was running late, but she stepped back and looked herself over one last time. Her legs looked great in the stockings and heels. Her hips were rounded, but not obscenely so, and the skirt hung provocatively to about mid-thigh. Her stomach wasn't fat, nor was it flat, but it was nicely toned. Her breasts were one of her blessings; they were full and naturally perky, which got many envious looks from women and lustful stares of men. Her eyes finally locked with their reflection in the mirror, their sea-foam green color darkening slightly with her analysis of her appearance. Her lips were naturally pouty, with a light color that she did little to change with make up. Her chin was stubborn with a slight cleft in the middle. Her hair was already trying to fall out of its confinement and curling slightly around her pixie-ish face. Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone, which started ringing at that moment. She ran into the living room and answered the phone on the third ring, "Hello?" "Where the hell are you?" "Hello Caryn, I'm just about to walk out my door, why? Did Dawn change her mind?" "Nope, just wanted to make sure you were awake and all. You worked a double last night. And I don't want to miss going on our weekly 'outing'." She giggled. "Speaking of our 'outing', did Dawn tell you where we were going? All she told me was to go pick you up and let you take over the driving from there." Caryn paused. "...... Look, I know this sounds bad, but she told me that I couldn't tell you. She wants this to be a surprise for you. Please don't hate me and not come get me, but I can't tell you." Meagan sighed. "Ok, look, I need to get off the phone if I'm gonna make it to your place and let you drive me to God knows where." "Oh, crap, you're right. I'm sorry Meg, I'll let you go. See you in a few." Caryn said and hung up before Meagan could answer. She shook her head and went to grab her purse and her keys from the kitchen table. She walked out her apartment door and locked it, throwing her keys back in her purse. As she was walking to the elevator, she noticed that all her neighbors were staring at her as she passed their windows. She started wondering if her skirt was caught in her panties or her stockings. Trying to be as subtle as possible, she reached back and smoothed her skirt down. No, that's not it, she thought. Hmm. She shrugged it off and punched the down button. She made it to the lobby of her apartment building and noticed more stares. She wasn't used to all the attention being on her like that. She hurriedly walked out the doors towards the parking lot and her Nissan Pathfinder. She was halfway across the parking lot, rummaging through her purse when she heard the squealing of tires and looked up in time to see a car run into her. "Well, shit, I'm going to be late" was the last conscious thought Meagan had before she hit the pavement. Andrew looked up too late to stop the car from hitting the woman. Damn it, he thought as he jumped out of the car and ran towards the prone figure on the pavement behind his Corsica. He got a good glimpse of stocking-clad legs and a beautiful body before he saw her face and stopped dead in his tracks. She's gorgeous, and I just hit her with my car, he thought, mentally slapping himself in the forehead. He dropped to his knees to check for any injuries. When he found no external ones, he started to reach for his cell phone when he heard a ringing. Strange, he thought, no one calls me this late unless it's an emergency call and they need me. He flipped open his phone, but the ringing continued. He was reaching for the stranger's purse when she moaned and her eyelids fluttered open. He started to sigh in relief, when his breath stuck in his throat. My god, he thought to himself, those eyes could make the devil repent. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, trying to suppress the growing lump of his arousal from being noticeable. "If I say yes, will you move so I can sit up?" The mystery woman asked. Andrew chuckled, "Well, at least you've got a sense of humor." He sat back on his heels and helped her sit up. "What the hell just happened," she asked, "and who the hell are you?" "Well, I just accidentally hit you with my car, and I'm Andrew, or Andy. And you are?" The mystery woman started to shake her head and winced at the sudden pain. "Last I checked I was Meagan, and thanks for being honest with me Andy, I really didn't want to think I had fallen back to sleep on my way to out," she joked. Andy laughed at that. She had spirit AND she was gorgeous. She was definitely someone he wanted to get to know. He stood up and helped her to her feet. "Where are you headed, Meagan? I'd like to make sure you arrive there in one piece and that you don't have a concussion." "Currently? I'm headed to my friends' house to pick her up and then I'm probably going to be embarrassed because we're going to meet another group of our friends somewhere only THEY know. What about you?" she asked, "Where were you headed before I stepped behind your car?" "Oh, just heading to work." Andy replied. "Really? Where do you work?" Meagan asked. God, she's gorgeous, he thought for the thousandth time. "I own a couple of businesses around town. I was just heading out to check on them." Meagan's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, really? You don't look all that old." Andy blinked in surprise. He'd never met someone who wondered over his age instead of how much he was worth. She was quite a refreshing change from his usual crowd. Meagan glanced at her phone to see who it was that called. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to be late. I have to go. I'm fine, Andy, really. Uhmm. I guess I'll see you around?" "What? Oh, yeah, you should get going or your friend might get worried. How about I get your phone number and I'll call you to make sure you arrive to your little get together in one piece." Andy suggested. "Oh, ok. My number is 623 555 3742. Just call when you have a chance. I really have to go. Bye." "Bye, Meagan," Andy whispered to her retreating back, "I'll definitely call you." Meagan reached Caryn's place later than even she expected to. She couldn't get that Andy guy out of her head. Sure, he was tall, about 6'4" compared to her 5'11" frame. And sure, his blue-green eyes and red hair was a total turn on to her, but he hit her with his car. It was your own fault, a voice in her head was telling her, you weren't paying attention to where you were going and you could have kept your keys in your hand, but nooo, you had to throw them back in your purse. She scowled at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Damn it. She forgot about that. Ok, so it was her own fault, but why did he have to be so kind? Why couldn't he have been all huffy and annoyed that she had damaged his precious car. THAT kind of reaction she could have dealt with, but his obvious concern about her welfare caused her to be so surprised that she didn't even realize that she gave him her phone number until she was walking up Caryn's driveway. Damn, she thought, why did I give him my number? She jumped in surprise when Caryn opened her door and glared at Meagan. "Where the fuck were you? Why didn't you answer your cell?" Caryn demanded before her eyes swept down Meagan's body and saw the beginning of the bruise on her left leg, along with the rip right in front of it. "What happened to your leg, Meg?" Meagan looked down at what Caryn was talking about. Shit, she didn't even realize she had a bruise, let alone ripped her stocking. "Oh, it was nothing, I got bumped by a car. I'm fine, Ryn. Let's get to this thing Dawn set up, ok?" Caryn rolled her eyes and grabbed the keys from Meagan's hand. "Ok, but if you want to go home, just tell me and I'll have Dawn bring me back. And don't even THINK of arguing with me." Meagan laughed and followed Caryn to her car, where she took the back seat. "What are you doing, Meg?" Caryn asked as she pulled the Pathfinder out on to the road. "I'm just gonna take off these stockings, seeing as they're ruined." Meagan replied as she took off her stockings. Damn, I'm going to have to get a new pair of these, she thought as she balled them up and threw them in the back of the truck. When they arrived at the "special outing" spot, Meagan groaned. Oh, no. Please, not here. Please say she's just joking, Meagan thought. Caryn cut the engine in front of "The 602", the club that had been getting all sorts of media coverage lately because it had just been sold to new management. It was also the same place where I was when I.......... No, she thought to herself, I'm not going to think about that day. I refuse to. Dawn was already flirting with the bouncer when they arrived. Just like Dawn, Meagan thought, looking at her friend at work. Dawn was a beautiful Hispanic woman with long, braided black hair and dark brown eyes that just oozed sensuality. Her compact, 5'5" body was every man's wet dream come to life. She didn't have an inch of fat anywhere on her. Meagan looked over at Caryn. She was gorgeous. She had long, straight blond hair that was immaculately placed, baby blue eyes that just screamed innocence. Her body was perfect for her, 5'7". She jumped, embarrassed and shocked when she heard her phone ring from her purse. Dawn and Caryn exchanged startled looks as Meagan reached in and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" "Meagan?" Meagan sighed. "Hi Andy. What's up?" Her friends gave their best deer in the headlights expressions as she turned and walked a few feet away to have this particular conversation in semi-private. "I was just calling to make sure you got to your little thingy in one piece and didn't wreck." He said. Oh, she thought, that's right. I got hit by a car today, that's why today couldn't get any worse. To Andy, she said, "Yeah, I made it alright, now I'm going to have to crawl in a drainage ditch and hide from my friends who will question me like it's the Spanish Inquisition. AND I have to suffer through a night at a club. How're your businesses?" She asked. "They're doing just fine. Which club are you at? I happen to know the owner at a few of the local ones." "I'm at 'The 602'. Do you know the owner here?" Andy chuckled, "Indeed I do. Do you need a hand getting in?" Meagan laughed, "I think that would be the better alternative to Dawn giving the bouncer a blowjob in public." Andy choked on his laughter as he replied, "Just give me a few minutes to call down there, and you'll be let in. Keep your friend away from Dan, he don't swing for the home team, if you get my drift." Meagan gasped, "Oh, well. I'd better go let them get started on twenty questions about 'who that Andy person is', just to save Dan a bit of embarrassment." "Ok, well, I'll talk to you later Meagan." "Bye Andy, talk to you later." Meagan walked back to her friends, and saw all the questions right in their eyes. She sighed inwardly, why didn't he just wait 5 more minutes, then I would have been heading back home with Dawn and Caryn still trying to convince Dan to let them in. "Ok, spill, who's Andy, and why was he calling your cell phone. I know you don't, err, didn't know anyone named Andy whose number you'd have on your phone." Dawn demanded as soon as I was with in 2 feet of them. "He's the guy who hit me with his car when before I went and got Caryn." Meagan went on to explain, in detail, what happened and what he looked like. When she was finished she looked up to see Dan talking to someone who had his head poked out of the club doors. "Ok, ladies, The Boss just called and said that youse three were allowed in. Now which one of you is Meagan, he had a special request for you." Dan said in a fake New York accent. Meagan stepped forward. "Guilty as charged, Dan. I'm Meagan." Dan looked startled that she knew his name, but ushered Dawn and Caryn in the doors, and before Meagan had a chance to find out what the "special request" was, he closed the doors and said, "The Boss said that you were to wait for him right here. He should be....." "Right here." Came a very familiar voice behind Meagan, causing her to jump and whirl around. Standing behind her was Andy, looking as handsome as before, only slightly embarrassed. "What are you doing here?" Meagan asked. A look of recognition and confusion flitted across her face as she looked at him. "Wait, YOU are the new owner of 'The 602'? Oh my god!! I should have known! I've been hearing your name thrown around my office so much I thought I was going to have to put in ear plugs. Well, I'll be sure to tell the girls that the rumors are beyond true." Andy looked confused at that last statement. "Rumors? What rumors?" "That you are one of the sexiest men to grace the Phoenix-Metro area in about 300 years." Meagan replied. Andy burst out laughing at that. "Oh, shit. I've never heard such crap, but goddamn, it's nice to hear refreshing stuff like that every once in a while." Meagan looked at Andy like he had grown another head. "Why wouldn't you hear that you're handsome? You're gorgeous." Meagan blurted out and blushed. Well shit, she thought, now I've said the one thing I know I shouldn't have said to the guy who has been in my head since I came to on the pavement. When Andy didn't respond for a few minutes, Meagan chanced looking at him, and the look he had in his eyes was pure lust and a bit of confusion. Damn, Meagan thought, just one look from him and I'm already ready to jump his bones. "I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have said that." Meagan said to the ground. "Are you saying what you just told me was a lie, then?" Andy asked quietly. Meagan blushed darkened. "No, I'm saying I shouldn't have said that, because it obviously embarrassed you." Andy put his finger tips under Meagan's chin, which was quivering slightly in an effort to keep her tears at bay. She always seemed to cry when she gets embarrassed. "It didn't embarrass me, sweetheart, it just shocked me. To have such a compliment come from someone as beautiful as you are, it kinda made me think..... Well, nevermind what I was thinking just then." Andy said. "Let's get inside and join your friends, I'm sure they are waiting just inside the door." Undetermined Boundaries Ch. 02 Seeing as I never mentioned the ages of Meagan, Caryn, Dawn, or Andrew, I thought I should. Meagan is 22, Caryn is 21, Dawn is 24 and Andrew is 27. Meagan's job hasn't been specified for... Creative reasons. I'll share her job in one of the next chapters. Probably chapter 3, but I might slip it in here. And thanks for all the feedback, I greatly appreciate it, good and bad. ~Breezy~ Chapter 2 Meagan dreaded walking in, but she did anyway. Just as Andrew predicted, Caryn and Dawn were just inside the door, waiting for her. When they noticed Andy behind Meagan, they immediately gave Meagan a questioning look, one that said, "Who's he and why aren't you kicking him in the nuts for being so close to you?" Meagan decided the best way to answer their question was to introduce them to each other. "Dawn, Ryn, this is Andrew. Andy, the blond is Caryn, and that's Dawn." Andrew kissed both girls knuckles, causing them to get flustered and mumble a hello. Hmm, if I knew it was that easy to make them shut up, Meagan thought with a smirk, then I would have guys kiss their knuckles every time they opened their mouths. As they made their way to an empty table, one of the bartenders waved at Andy. He excused himself to go talk to the bartender, giving Caryn and Dawn the opening they had been waiting for. "Ok, so why aren't you banging him?" Dawn asked. Damn, I forgot she was so blunt, Meagan thought to herself. Out loud, she said, "Well, seeing as I only met him because he hit me with his car, I hadn't quite gotten the chance to get that far with him, Dawn. Why? Did you want a go at him?" "No, but I did notice the look he gave you, Meg. He wants to get in your pants something awful." Caryn put in. "Guys, I know you mean well, but I can handle my own love life. We came here to have fun, right? Well, lets have fun. And please don't try to hook me up with anyone. I just might try to get with Andy, if I drink enough to get the courage." Meagan said. "Oh, really?" Came the hauntingly familiar voice from somewhere behind Meagan. "What about if I got you drunk enough, would you bang me?" Oh, fuck. What kind of bullshit was this, Meagan thought, turning to look at her ex-boyfriend Michael. He was still as handsome as ever, with his blond hair and startling green eyes. She had to look up to glare at him in the face. "Not if the fate of the free world depended on it, Michael. I thought they didn't allow ignorant apes in to bars." Meagan replied. "Watch what you say to me, Meg. You know what happened last time you used your lip with me." Michael threatened. "As if I could forget, you asshole. You left a pretty little scar on my stomach. Now why don't you go find your new little punching bag and leave me alone." Meagan knew she was close to tears, but she wouldn't give this prick the satisfaction of seeing her cry. ******************** "Meagan, is everything alright?" Andrew asked as he approached. Andrew had seen that look on many women's face. The look of total mortification and fear for someone she cared for. But he couldn't have stayed silent, not with that little shit trying to threaten Meagan in his club. "I'm fine, Andy, really. Michael was just leaving, weren't you?" Meagan gave Michael an icy stare as she said the latter. "I'm not going anywhere without you, Meg. So get your ass over here before I make drag your ass over here." Michael said while staring at Andy, daring him to stop her. Caryn and Dawn both grabbed Meagan and pulled her between them to keep her where she was, but it was a pointless gesture. Andy was already two steps away from Michael with his fist balled at his side. "You are going to leave my club before I have you escorted out, sir." Andy said as politely as he could muster given his current emotionally charged state. "Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do with my own girl, dude?" Michael sputtered, his usually handsome face turning a startling shade of red. Andy had heard enough. "I happen to be the new owner of this establishment, Mike, and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave before I beat the holy hell outta you and send you to the ER." Michael's face went pale as he glanced at Andy with fear in his eyes. When he chanced a look towards Meagan, she had tears streaking down her lovely face, but she wasn't actually crying. She's braver than I thought, Andy thought. He shouldn't have taken his eye off of Michael, though, because while Andy's eye traveled to Meagan, Michael saw his opportunity to attack. And he took it. The next thing Andy felt was a fist in his gut and falling on his ass. ******************** Meagan gasped in horror. Oh no, she thought, Michael's gonna kill him. I have to do something. Looking around, Meagan noticed that there was, surprisingly, a pool table near them. She ran to one of the tables and politely took one of the pool cues and some of the pool balls. "You might own this dump," Michael was saying, "But you don't own me or my girl. She's MY property, do you hear me, fucker? MINE!" Meagan was, by this time, right behind Michael with pool cue raised to strike. Meagan was, understandably, pissed off. She stated, "I'm NO ONE'S property, Mike. So get used to being alone, you abusive, insensitive, dick sucking anal wart." Right before she smacked Michael across his neck with the pool cue. THWACK. Michael grunted and started to fall forward... straight towards Andy, who hadn't moved because he was enthralled by the beauty displayed by Meagan's anger. Right before Andy became a new kind of "club floor pizza" Dawn, Caryn and the bartender rushed forward to catch the dead weight of Michael. Meagan rushed to Andy's side. "Are you ok?" She asked. "Wow. Yeah, I'm fine, just remind me to never piss you off or call you property without your permission first." Andy joked. She punched him in the arm. "Don't be a jerk. C'mon, get up off your sexy ass before your bartender buddy drops Mike on you." "My sexy ass, huh?" Andy chuckled. Meagan groped his butt. "Well, it could be a bit toner, but yeah, your sexy ass. Now, are you done with your little testosterone fest? Because I came here to dance." Andy took Meagan's hand off his rear and said, "Well, I think I can accommodate you, and I would love to dance with you." As they walked onto the dance floor, Meagan heard her favorite song start. "Ooohh. This is my favorite song. I didn't know they played this song in clubs." "Oh yeah, I have them play a diverse grouping of artists." Andy replied after they had started swaying to the beat of the song. "Give me all your fear, Throw it all away,Think about the good things, No matter what they say, We'll take tomorrow, Baby, Yeah, One day at a time." ************************** This is nice, Andy thought to himself right before he noticed that Meagan was starting to shake. "Hey, whoa, are you ok, Meagan?" Andy asked, worried he might have stepped on her foot or something. "No, but I was trying to hold it together better than this. I was hoping I would make it to my place before I broke down and cried. Damn it." Meagan said. "Ok, hold on, I'll take you home, sweetie, just let me tell the Richard to watch your friends' alcohol intake, ok?" "Ok." Came the timid reply. Andy hurried to the bar. "Hey, Andy, what's with your chick, man? She looks like someone pissed on her favorite pumps or something." Richard remarked. "Can the jokes, Dick, I'm gonna take Meg home. I need you to watch out with how much liquor you give to her friends, man. I think the blond is driving Meagan's truck." Andy said. Richard cringed at the nickname he hated so much. "Ok, man, geez, I was just joking. Fuck. You really got it bad for her, huh?" Andy sighed, "I dunno, dude. I hit her with my car earlier and now I can't keep my libido in check when it comes to anything around her. God, I feel like I'm YOU when you see Dan." "Shut up, asshole, I don't want the chicks over here to know I swing for that team. I get some damn good tips." Richard hissed. Andy laughed at that. "I'm sorry, buddy, I'll shut up about it. Just watch out for those two, ok?" "You got it, boss." Richard replied. Andy hurried back to Meagan's side, watching as her eyes went from the sea-foam green that was so gorgeous to the dark forest green it had become when she smacked Michael with the pool cue. "Uh-oh, I probably shouldn't, but I'm gonna ask, what's with the look?" "I was just remembering why I left the self-centered prick, and that I shouldn't be so glad that I got the chance to hurt him, but I am. I'm... exhilarated. He's hurt me so much." Meagan was starting to sob. "I-I feel... almost lib-berated, knowing t-that I h-hurt him even a l-l-little." She explained after they got to his car. "What did he do to you, Meg? I know that whatever it was left you with a scar, but I want to know exactly. What happened?" Andy asked as he started the Corsica and headed towards the apartments. Andy saw the look of trepidation on Meg's face as she thought back on that day from the corner of his eye. "Me and Mike had been together for about 2 years before he started turning in to what you saw him as today." Meagan stated. "I had just started my 'career', if you want to call it that, when we got together. I'm an exotic dancer. Mike thought it was cool, having a 'stripper girlfriend.' He said it made the bedroom stuff more exciting. The first two years were great. Then he started getting possessive, and he thought that if he 'damaged the goods', they would fire me and I'd have to get a different job. He forgot that I know how to hide bruises exceptionally well." Her eyes were starting to tear up again. Andy placed a reassuring hand on one of Meg's. She smiled and continued, "Well, I didn't get fired. He got furious and stormed in to our old apartment and started trashing the place before I got home. The minute I got to the door I heard what he was doing, but I didn't think that I'd get hurt in the process. I opened the door, and there was Mike, with two of his kitchen knives. He turned towards the door when I opened it and it was then that I noticed the glazed, crazy look in his face. He grabbed me with one of his hands, still holding the knife." She started to tense up and shudder. "Shhh, hold on, let's get you up to the apartment before you finish, ok baby?" Andy said as they reached the parking lot. He hurriedly parked the car and killed the engine. He hurried over to her door and opened it before she got the chance to and put his arm around her waist to keep her upright as they entered the apartment's lobby. "Which floor are you on, baby?" Andy asked. "Fifth." Meagan replied quietly. "Well, I'm all alone on eight, so why don't we get there and you can cry and scream and no one will know but you and me, how does that sound?" "Ok." Oh, god, she's giving me mono-syllabic answers, Andy thought as he pushed the button for the eighth floor in the elevator, I'd better hurry so she can finish her story about Michael the asshole. ****************** After they reached Andy's apartment, Meagan was noticeably shaking and her tears were streaking down her cheeks in her attempt to keep herself from losing all control. He hurriedly opened the door and escorted her in and towards the living room. "Ok, sweetie, go ahead and finish telling me about you and the idiotic gorilla that you floored with the pool cue." Andy said, which got a smirk from Meagan in response. "Well, he threw me on the floor and literally sat on me, crushing the bottom two rows of my ribs. He........ oh god, he..." She couldn't finish. She started sobbing. Andy wrapped her in his arms protectively and murmured nonsensical words of comfort. Oh god, I'm making a complete fool of myself, Meagan thought to herself as she continued to cry and be cradled in Andy's warm embrace. Oh, you're enjoying his 'comforting' more than you're admitting, a voice in the back of her mind said. "Shhhh, it's ok, baby, I'm here, just finish when you think you are able to." Andy was saying. Damn it, Meagan thought, he's so sweet, and strong, and compassionate. He might go back and try to kill Mike if I tell him, she thought, or I could just show him, then I don't have to actually say what he did. Meagan scooted out of Andy's embrace and stood up. She saw the compassion and understanding in his eyes. She lifted her halter top from the bottom and showed him the scar she had talked about. It covered from the right side of her body under her breasts to the left. The word "skank" carved in to her skin. Right in a place that she couldn't hide it. She lowered her eyes to the floor so she couldn't see the disgust or the horror she got when she showed other people this scar. As she was lowering her shirt back into place, she heard Andy say, "That sick son of a bitch." She looked up, startled by Andy's statement. Andy's eyes didn't hold the disgust or the horror she had been expecting, they held remorse and anger. But the anger wasn't towards her, it was towards Mike. Only Caryn and Dawn had had that look in their eyes when they found out. Andy jumped to his feet and pulled Meagan in to a bear-like hug, being careful not to crush her ribs. She smiled at that. No one was ever this gentle with her. They didn't have to be. Her ribs were healed now. But she wasn't going to say anything to end the contact. "What he did to you I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, Meg. I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone. I wish I had known you sooner, then I would have been right there all through-out your recovery." Andy said right before he lowered his head so he could look her in the eye. His forehead rested on hers as he murmured, "I'm so sorry, love. You probably don't need this, but I can't control myself any longer." With that said he leaned the lower half of his face forward until their lips brushed together. It was a gentle, sweet kiss that lasted only a few seconds, but it was the most emotion-filled kiss Meagan had ever received. When Andy pulled back, she saw a look in his eyes that she had never seen directed towards her in her life. Oh no, she thought, I know that look. I've gotta get out of here before he says it. "I've gotta go, Andy. I'm getting tired. Uhmm. Thanks for being such a great listener." Meagan said as she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I-uh-ok, Meg, let me walk you down to your room." Andy said. "No, that's ok, Andy. I need the time between here and my apartment to think." Meagan replied quickly. "Ok. I'll talk to you tomorrow, baby. And you'd better answer your phone. If you don't, I'll get worried." Andy said. **Lyrics from Butch Walker- Left of Self-Centered; Take Tomorrow(One Day At A Time)** Undetermined Boundaries Ch. 03 If you have a weak constitution, then you shouldn't read this chapter. It contains a mild rape scene. ~Breezy~ Chapter 3 As Meagan made her way down to her apartment, she realized that she didn't want to be alone tonight. Oh well, she thought, it's too late to go back. Just as she reached the third floor landing, she heard banging. She didn't really think much of it as she stepped out of the elevator. She had been digging around in her purse when she heard the voice screaming, "Open this fucking door, you goddamn slut! I'm gonna give you what you deserve, whore." Oh why today, she thought as she ran back to the elevator. She had just made it back and had pushed the button for Andy's floor when she heard footsteps from the other side of the elevator. Damn it, damn it damn it, she thought as she hit the button to make the doors close faster. They were almost closed when she saw the hand between the doors. "I thought I heard the fucking elevator. And I was hoping it would be you in it, you fucking slut." Michael said as he stepped into the elevator with Meagan. "Just leave me alone, Mike. Or haven't you had enough punishment tonight, you drunken whale's penis?" "Shut your fuckin' mouth. Or better yet, make it being open useful." After Michael said that, he grabbed a handful of Meagan's hair, hit the elevator stop button, and unzipped his fly. "Michael, let me go. Please, I won't tell anyone you even thought of doing...." She didn't get to finish her sentence. He forced her onto her knees and shoved his 6" uncut length into her open mouth, making her gag. Oh god, Meagan thought as tears sprang to her eyes. I shouldn't have said anything to piss him off. I should have known better. Michael was brutally using her mouth, fucking her face with his disgusting manhood. "Yeah, take it you fucking whore. I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth, and you're gonna swallow like a good little slut, aren't you." Michael grunted before he spilled his seed into her mouth. Meagan swallowed as fast as she could just to get this degradation over with. He threw her away from him, zipping his pants as he said, "I know you don't deserve me back, but I'm willing to forgive you for your attitude tonight. Just remember that I own you." That said, he hit the button for the next floor and exited, leaving Meagan in the car that was heading up to Andy's room. Oh shit, she thought as she stood up on quavering legs, I don't feel good. The elevator barely made it to Andy's floor before she lurched off of it and barely was able to knock before she passed out. *************************** Andy heard the elevator ding and then heard the faint knock. Hmm, Meagan must have forgotten something, he thought as he headed towards the door. He was definitely surprised to see Meagan passed out on the floor, her mouth looking raw. "Oh, shit, Meagan, what happened, love?" Andy asked as he knelt down to check if she was alive. When she didn't respond, he picked her up and carried her in to his apartment, setting her on his bed. "Meagan. Meagan, wake up, sweetie. That's it." Andy coaxed as she opened her eyes wide, with a look of..... fear? What does she have to fear, Andy thought. "Meagan, what happened?" He asked. "Mike.... He... He was at my apartment, pounding on the door.... Then, he caught up with me in the elevator... I was coming back up here... He..... He....." She couldn't finish because she started bawling, but Andy could guess the rest. Andy had heard of seeing red when someone was angry, but it had never happened to anyone he knew, until now. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, because Meagan needed him. He silently vowed to hunt Michael down and kill him. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting manner, slowly rocking her back and forth trying to calm her down. "Shhh, Meg, it's ok. You're safe now. He can't hurt you." He didn't know what else he could say, so he just kept repeating it, turning it in to a sort of mantra. When he felt her start to relax, he said, "I'm going to let you go to find you something else to wear besides that skirt, ok?" She nodded. He rummaged through his drawers, coming back to the bed with a pair of his old pajama pants and an old college t-shirt. He left the room while she changed her clothes. As he was waiting for her to change, he hurried over to his phone and called the club to check on her friends. "Hey, Richard, it's Andy. How're Meagan's friends?........... Ahh, ok. Just remember, keep their alcohol limited.......... Yeah, she's fine now, I hope.............. No, we were actually just talking.......... Oh stop being such a perverted asshole, she was telling me about her history with the jerkoff.......... Yeah, that guy...... Oh, I'll have to explain it all later........ Yeah, she's in my room changing right now....... No, we aren't going to do that...... I gotta go, Dick........ Yeah I know, 'shove it up your ass', right?....... Hahaha.... Talk to you soon, dude." He went back to his bedroom to check if she wanted anything and saw her already under the covers on her side. When he sneaked over to look at her beautiful face, he saw that she was asleep. ********************************** Meagan woke up slowly, wondering why her mouth felt abused and what that strange taste was. She jerked awake, remembering the way Mike had used her in his anger. She felt the tears well in her eyes, wondering where she was and how she got there. She looked around, noticing that she was in a very clean, masculine bedroom that definitely wasn't Mike's, so he didn't take her with him. She wasn't paying much attention to her own state of dress when she threw her legs over the side of the king-sized bed to try to find a bathroom. A hesitant knock at the door forced a squeak of surprise from her throat before she went and flung the door open. A startled Andy was on the other side, hand poised to knock again. She watched his eyes wander down her body and back up. It was then she realized that she wasn't dressed in the clothes she had worn to the night club. She gasped, "Oh my god. Andy, you scared me. Uhmm... I hate to seem ungrateful, but what happened to me last night? I mean, I remember what Mike did to me and all, but how did I get here, and where are my clothes?" She tried to look at anything but Andy as she said this. "Well, how about I tell you how you got here and all that while I feed you breakfast. I'm pretty sure you are hungry." Andy replied. "Ok, but I kinda need to use the bathroom first." Meagan said and blushed a bright pink. "Oh, fuck. I forgot about that. I'm sorry, sweetie. It's down the hall, last door on the left." Andy explained and pointed in the direction of said bathroom. She slid past him and hurried down the hallway to the bathroom. Jesus, what's wrong with me, Meagan thought to herself. I've known the guy for what, probably closing in on 8 hours and I'm already wearing his clothes and wanting to rip them off and attack him. I need to calm down. She quickly relieved herself and after washing her hands splashed cold water on her face to try to get rid of her flushed face. ************************ Damn it, what's my problem, Andy thought to himself as he watched Meagan hurry down the hall to the bathroom. You want to throw her to the floor and fuck her senseless, a voice in the back of his head sneered. He scoffed to himself as he headed towards the kitchen. He paused in his living room and put on the CD that included the song they had danced to in the club. He headed back to the kitchen when he heard the toilet flush. He hurriedly examined the contents of his fridge, trying to find anything that could be dubbed 'edible'. He hadn't heard Meagan come down the hall, but he definitely heard, "Uhmmm... Andy?" come from near the archway, causing him to jerk in surprise and bump his head. "Shit. Jeez, Meg, you scared me. Do you always walk so quietly?" Andy asked, standing upright and rubbing the back of his head. She blushed faintly before she responded, "Sorry, hun. I guess I do. I was just..... wondering if you needed help fixing anything." "Naw, there doesn't seem to be anything that I would trust even myself to eat here. I was just gonna order out." "You don't have to.. I mean, I have groceries down at my place. But, uhmm, could you come with me... Just in case?" Andy grinned. Damn she's cute. "Sure. D'you wanna head down there now?" He asked. "Yeah, just..... Where are my shoes? I don't trust those halls. I especially don't trust that elevator." Meagan shuddered in disgust at the mere thought of the disgusting contents that might infest the floors out there. He chuckled at the look on her face. "They're in the hall closet. Just go ahead and grab them, I gotta go change real quick." He went to his room and quickly changed in to a pair of his pajama pants and a white tank-top. He threw on a pair of flip-flops that he usually just wore around the house. When he got back to the living room, he noticed Meagan was curled up on his recliner. He thought she was asleep, so he took the time to watch her breasts move under he t-shirt the had lent her. Damn, he thought, what I wouldn't give to hold one of those melons. "You should take a picture, it'll last a helluva lot longer." Meagan mumbled, peeking through her lashes at the look on his face, which must have been pretty lustful, given the blush that heated her cheeks. "I would say I was sorry, but I'm not." Andy said with a smirk. "Are you ready to go?" "Uhmmm.. Yeah, let's go. Wait, where's my keys?" Meagan looked panicked at the thought that she had lost them. "I have them in my pocket." Andy reassured. "Let's get going, I'm starving." He heard Meagan laugh at that. Her laugh was a deep, husky sound that stirred life into his nether regions. He was trying to re-arrange his 'reaction' to her laugh when she turned around at the elevator after she pressed the down button. Her eyes widened when she saw his hand on his crotch, followed by a quick crimson color flooding her cheeks and her turning around. Well so much for not proving to be a perv, he thought to himself. Should I act like I didn't notice she had looked, or should I be flattered that she did. Damn, I'm going to go crazy with her in my apartment all night. *************** Oh my god, she thought, was he adjusting himself? What the hell caused that? It couldn't have been because of me. He's seen my scar. No one's had that kind of reaction after seeing my scar. "You should've taken a picture, it would've lasted longer." Andy remarked. Meagan tried to suppress the giggle that threatened to burst from her throat. You like him, a voice in her head said, there's no other reason for you to giggle unless you want to jump his bones. "Shut up, asshole. I was gonna ask for my keys back." "Awww, c'mon, you know you like the way I use my... tongue." Andy said as he handed her key ring back to her. "God, you're such a dork." She giggled as she took her keys from him. "Just remember, I'm the one feeding you, and now that I have my keys back, I can lock you out." She stated as they got on the elevator and it started down to her floor. When he didn't respond to that, she chanced looking over at him. He seemed to be deep in thought before he surprised her by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against him, forcing a squeak of surprise to emerge from her throat. She felt him chuckle. "You make the cutest sounds, d'you know that?" Her face flamed before she could respond, "Oh, yeah? I'm sure I could make some very interesting sounds come from you. And I should, seeing as it would only be fair." Her eyes twinkled with the mischief she could cause. *********** Oh, shit, Andy thought. I shouldn't have said that. He felt her rotate her hips backwards against him, ripping a half groan of pleasure, half hiss of agony from him. "Ok, ok, you win." He said, hoping she'd stop with those erotic hip movements. You're enjoying it, quit your bitching the voice in the back of his head said with a smirk. By that time, they had reached Meagan's floor and were just getting off of the elevator and were heading towards her apartment. She was the first to notice that her door was busted off of it's hinges. He didn't know anything was wrong until he felt her stiffen and try to turn back towards the elevator. "Oh god, he's in there, I know he is. Oh shit. Let's just go back to your apartment and order out." Meagan started pleading. "No, you stay here. I'm going to go in there and see if anyone's there. And I want YOU to call the cops, do you understand? Call the cops, then call Dawn and Caryn. You need them here to help you in any way they can, ok?" Andy gently shook her to make sure she would answer him. She had tears in her eyes when she looked up at him and said, "I'll call the cops, but then I'm going in there with you. If he's there, he's just gonna go after me, he won't get you until after he's gotten to me." "No, you are staying right here if I have to handcuff you to a radiator, do you understand me? Just call the cops and call your friends." He dug around in his pocket before he added, "Use my cellphone and also call Dan and Richard. They'll be quite helpful in any event." That said, he turned towards the broken door and walked right into the apartment. Undetermined Boundaries Ch. 04 To all those who thought the rape scene from Chapter three was a bit odd, you'd be correct, it was. But that's the joy of creative license, and if you don't like it, eat me. The character of Meagan is based on someone I actually know, who honestly would think like that, even in such a ...... Compromising position. To all those who thought that I'm a bit insane, again, you'd be correct. But again, I state, eat me. This is MY story, and I'll have it go in whatever direction I fancy. Get over yourself, I don't see you trying to write anything. ~Breezy~ Andy had expected things to be worse. He quickly scanned the living room and the kitchen, seeing nothing really out of place, except for the 'carvings' on the wall. Wow, he thought, that guy has a major problem. Carved in to every wall that could be seen was the word 'skank.' "Andy, I called....." he heard Meagan's breathing catch and turned to see her face go deathly pale. "Meagan, I told you not to come in here, I haven't checked all the rooms yet." Andy admonished, but quickly went to her side to keep her from falling. He led her back out of her apartment to wait for Dawn, Caryn, Dan and Richard to show up. ****************************************************** Dan hadn't heard the phone ring until after Richard answered. "Hello?" Richard huffed into the phone. "..... Who?... Oh, yeah, hi.... What?..... When?...... Now?...... Ok, I'll get Dan and we'll be right over." "Who was it?" Dan asked grumpily as Richard hung up the phone. "That was Meagan, that chick that Andy's trying to bone. Apparently, someone broke down her apartment door and Andy went in to see if anyone's still in there, the fucktard." Richard replied, snuggling closer to Dan's shoulder. Dan put his arm around Richard and said, "I thought you said you were gonna get me and we'd be right there? Who knows what kind of trouble Andy's getting into as we lay here?" "Don't worry so much, honey, he can handle himself. We don't give that little guy as much credit as we should." "Eh, true, but we still need to get over there, cause more than likely, that Meagan chick is gonna flip out." Dan grunted as he pushed Richard off of his shoulder and sat up, looking around the room for his clothes. ************************************************* Dawn woke up groggily, hearing the phone ring somewhere near her bed. She reached out and fumbled around trying to find it. "Who's the shit head that disturbs the allmighty Dawn from her slumber?" She mumbled into the reciever. "Whoa, Meg, slow down, girl........ Ok........ Awww, shit....... I'll go grab Ryn and we'll be right over....... No, DON'T go in there........ He was smart....... He should have........ Oh, shut up or I won't be able to get over there quickly.... Ok, bye." Dawn jumped out of bed and went into her living room where Caryn decided she'd crash tonight and shoved her off the couch. "What the hell, woman?" Caryn grumped. "Meg needs us over at her place. NOW!!" Dawn said as she bolted back to her room to get a jacket and some shoes. "What happened, is she alright?" Caryn quiried as they ran out of Dawn's place to the Pathfinder. "I dunno, Ryn, I dunno. She was speaking to quickly and all I caught was that her door had been broken down and Andy was in the apartment." ****************************************************** Caryn, Dawn, Richard, and Dan all showed up at the same time, in similar versions of disarray. They all headed towards the elevator, which Dawn got to first and held it open for the others to board quickly and pressing the button for the fifth floor. "So, y'all got a call from Meagan too, huh?" Caryn asked after Richard and Dan got comfortable in a corner of the elevator. "Yeah, something about her apartment door being broken down and Andy being a retard and going in there without a weapon or any sort of protection." Dan grunted out the answer while holding Richard around the waist against his chest. "So, is he the reason why you declined my offer last night, Dan?" Dawn asked with a knowing look towards Richard. "Which offer are you referring to, Dawn?" Richard asked, with a smirk, already knowing about the multiple offers she had extended towards his boyfriend. Dawn turned a bright pink. "I'm sorry, but he's cute and he could have just told me that he was taken." The elevator dinged, signalling a brief pause in their conversation. The doors opened and they saw Andy holding Meagan against his chest, rocking back and forth, while she clung to him and looked as if she were having a nervous breakdown. ***************************************** It's about time they showed up, Andy thought as Dawn and Caryn came barrelling down the hallway towards their friend. Richard and Dan walked fast, but didn't run. "Oh my god, Meg, what happened? Are you ok? Look at us, Meg, c'mon. We need to know if you're ok." Caryn tried to pry Meagan away from Andy, but he just shook his head and motioned for them to just go look in the apartment. Caryn and Dawn slowly walked into the apartment and gasped in tandem with Dan and Richard who and bypassed the couple clinging to each other in the hallway. "That son of a two balled, hair-lipped whore. He's got some nerve." Caryn bristled and walked back to Meagan, who had turned her head to look at her friends reaction. "Uhmmm.... I don't wanna seem rude or anything, but what's the significance of that word carved in to the walls? I can tell it's something major by the way she just reacted." Dan questioned Dawn, who was still gaping at the interior of Meagan's apartment. Dawn had started to answer when Meagan slightly pulled away from Andy and lifted the t-shirt she was wearing to show Richard and Dan the significance. "Oh my dear sweet Jesus." Richard said, and rushed over to Meagan where he pulled her away from Andy and into a hug that turned into a group hug. Andy just stood back and waited for them to get their little hug fest over with, then pulled Richard and Dan off to the side where he whispered, "I still haven't gone to check her bedroom, or the bathroom. She came in and saw all that bullshit written on the walls, and she looked like she was gonna pass out. I need one of you to keep them from going in there, and the other needs to come with me to check out the rest of the apartment." "I'll keep them out." Dan said, "Seeing as I'm already a bouncer, it should be rather easy." "I'll go with you," Richard said. "Ok, great. Let's go." Andy said. ******************************************* While the guys were busy talking with each other, the girls were over making plans of their own. "I need to go get those pillows and the bear that Grandma made for me. You guys know what those things mean to me." Meagan said, trying to make her voice as steady as she could. "Ok, so, what's the plan, boss?" Caryn said, trying to throw some humor in to the situation. "Well, Clancy, someone has to distract the guys so I can go get my things." She replied, trying to repress the giggles that wanted to erupt. "Oh, well, Me and Dawn are very versed in creating a diversion. Aren't we, Dawn?" Caryn glanced at Dawn, who was already getting started on the distraction. ************************************** Andy stopped dead in his tracks, staring at Dawn, who had stepped directly in to his path to the door. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" Dawn asked, tapping her foot impatiently waiting for him to answer her. "Well, me and Richard were going to go make sure that the bedroom was safe before we let Meagan in to get what she can salvage." Andy replied, feeling like a school boy about to get detention for tying a bully's shoes around the tetherball pole. "Oh, no you don't. You're going to explain where Meg's clothes are, and where she slept, seeing as she obviously wasn't here when that happened." She said, pointing with her thumb towards the broken door. "Uhmm... Well, actually, that's a question you need to ask Meagan. I don't know the entire story. I only know a little bit of it. Where is Meagan, anyhow?" Andy asked, already fearing the answer. Dawn quickly changed her stance and glued her eyes to the floor. "Dawn, where did Meagan go?" Andy asked. "She went inside to get the stuff her grandmother made for her before she was born." Dawn said quietly. "What?!" Andy stormed past Dawn quickly and ran into the apartment with Dan and Richard close behind. ******************************************* Meagan stopped dead in her tracks. The bedroom was completely trashed. The bed had been slashed and knocked askew. Her closet doors were now just splinters, exposing all the clothing she owned, which had been coated with acid and ripped to shreds. Her dresser was broken, and all her underwear were strewn about the room. The biggest loss, at least to Meagan, was what was in the middle of the box spring. The pillows and the teddy bear her grandma had made for her. She choked back a sob as she ran towards the box spring to grab the remains of those precious memories. She was stopped by a pair of strong arms that snaked around her waist and pulled her backwards. "Let me go, I have to get my stuff." Meagan struggled against the hold that wouldn't budge. "No, it might be booby-trapped." Andy said, holding on tighter as she started to squirm to get to the bed. "I can't leave Grandma's stuff on the bed like that. I have to get them, to fix them.. I have to." Meagan started to sound a bit hysterical, even to herself. "I'll get them, if you promise to stay right here." Andy said. Meagan slumped against him. He wouldn't let her go until she promised. "Ok, I promise." Meagan mumbled. "Good. Now, Dan, hold on to her arm, and if you hear anything that sounds even the slightest bit ominous, get her the fuck out of here, understand?" "Yes, boss." Dan said from Meagan's elbow, which he grasped in a firm, but not painfully so, grip. Andy slowly made his way towards the box spring, which he looked over for any signs of being tampered with. He quickly gathered all the stuffing and the fabric from the center of it and bolted back towards the doorway. "Run, NOW!!" Andy yelled towards Dan and the others, who surrounded the doorway. They all barely made it to the hallway when they heard the hiss of the gas and the poof of the lighter falling in to the path of the gas leak, creating a fireball that set the couch on fire. "Oh, shit. Did someone call 911? I think I forgot." Meagan said, right before she fainted.