'Stop it! I want to go home!' Jacob tried to push away from the man. 'I just wanted a lift'
'I'll give you a lift Hun. But the fare is that you service me. How about we start with a hand job?' The man grabbed Jacob's hand and put it on his crotch. Jacob recoiled with horror as she felt a hard penis sticking up. The man's fly was already undone.
'I'm not that kind of girl!' Jacob managed to say.
'Don't like to use your hands? That's okay. How about you use those lips instead?' The man grabbed her hair and forced Jacob's face into his crotch. The erect penis bumped into Jacob's eye as she refused to open her mouth.
Jacob shrieked.
'What's wrong with you bitch? My money not good enough for you?'
'I don't know what you think I am. I'm not a prostitute' Jacob pleaded with the man
'You could have fooled me. You stink of sex. You're not even wearing panties!. You waved me down. You're a street walker alright! Now quit this crap and earn your money!' Once more he forced her head into his lap. This time Jacob was caught unaware and the penis went into her mouth.
Jacob did what came instinctively. She nipped the offending organ, before pulling away from the man.
The man reacted as you might expect. He yelled in pain and backhanded Jacob in the face as she pulled away. 'Aiigheee! You fuckin bitch!'
While the man was concentrating on his penis and what damage had been done. Jacob struggled to find the door handle. She found it and opened the door. She had to get away from the man. Only once she was out of the car did she remember the handbag and the medallion inside of it. She leaned back into the car to grasp it. But the man grabbed her hand.
"You fuckin bitch! You'll pay for this!'
Unbeknown to Jacob or the would be John, A resident had called the police thanks to the screaming in the back alley. Just then flashing blue lights turned the corner. The driver seeing the lights let go of Jacob's arm. She had been pulling away and consequently tumbled over onto the road. The driver started the engine and drove off towards the far end of the street.
The police car drove up to where Jacob was stumbling to her feet and watching the retreating lights of the man's car. She was very aware that she had not retrieved the handbag.
An authoritative voice called to her. 'Put your hands in the air and turn around'