Long awaited update and 2 Questions

I know I haven’t posted a story in ages, and while I wish today would be the first in a long series of new stories, sadly, it isn’t. I do have a few in the works, however the story lines seem to lead more to novel length than short story. (one has 10 pages of outline just for the first half.)

I am posting because of some stuff at work last week. We had admin training (HR, procurement, legal etc) and one of them covered contract employee contracts. I don’t remember the exact opening our general counsel gave, but it was somewhere along the lies of “If there is any kind of relationship between the company and them, you have to have a contract explicitly stating the duties and responsibilities of both sides. We have template contracts for everything, so just ask for which one you need.” I was lost for the next hour daydreaming if they really had a contract for every kind of relationship and what would really be included in one involving domestic discipline, corporal punishment, BDSM or anything beyond vanilla sex. How would the indemnification language read? Would you include a grading scale for performance management? What about non-compete and non-disclosure aspects? Are there actually templates? Maybe an Open-Source DD agreement? What would a lawyer think when asked to draft such an agreement?

The other part of the training which led my mind astray was recruiting. There was nearly half a day on just finding the right person for the position. One of the things hit upon was how to find hidden gems; ie someone unbelievably perfect for the position. It was recommended we ask fellow managers of super-stars how they found that person and then search those avenues. It was quite difficult to keep a straight face when I kept replacing the words on the PowerPoint slides with kinky variants. Also, I was distracted most of the day with how people go about finding a kinky partner, especially in situations where publicly advertising such is not practical or too embarrassing?

So my two questions for you all;

  1. Do you have a relationship agreement/contract, and if so, what is included in it?
  2. How did you go about finding the yin to your yag?

Note: I will be asking these questions on my tumblr account also, and then correlating the responses in a later post.

~Happy Leap Day!

Ah, It’s Halloween

Halloween has to be one of the best holidays ever mutilated by the commercialization culture of America. When else can a “upstanding member of the community” go from vanilla to kinky without any long-term repercussions?  A simple “the costume was a dare” and anything that covers more than a bathing suit is fine.

Earlier this week I overheard two younger, female colleagues discussing their potential costumes for a party Saturday. Both of these ladies are ultra-conservative at work, wearing very modest, though professional clothes and generally shying away from any discussion of anything remotely related to sex. Girl A had been trying to figure out a matching costume for her and her boyfriend and looking to her friend for suggestions. Her friend had the brilliant idea of going as Christian and Anastasia from Fifty Shades. That suggestion shocked me into almost spilling the coffee I was pouring and drew a shush from Girl A. The last part I heard before returning to the series of endless meetings was “Ah, It’s Halloween, nobody will care.”

So here is to Halloween, possibly the best holiday of the year!

~OT Kipling

Halloween Pranks

This is a story I wrote last month and had scheduled to be posted the night before Halloween, however I somehow messed up the scheduling aspect and it was never posted. So here is a little belated Halloween story.

Halloween is the best holiday of the year. There is no debating it. There is a slight chill in the air, revitalizing you after long hot summer. Couple that with the parties, the decorations and the sweets and you have a spectacular month of celebrations. And, it is the only time of the year where you can dress up as a complete slut and no one gives you a second look. Well, the creepy guys do, but they always do. Whether you are naughty nurse with two tiny strips of fabric covering the vital areas or a frumpy mother of two with no makeup and in baggy sweats.

All of those points are just icing on the cake to the best part of Halloween, pranks. The “treat” portion of trick or treating is good, but the trick portion is much, much better. There are few things better in life than pulling of the perfect prank. The culmination of a hundred little steps in the look of shock is unlike anything else. The receiver of my pranks where not as always so receptive. As a kid, I just assumed I was grounded from Halloween until about Thanksgiving, and every year it was worth it.

This year I had one of my better pranks planned out. George was going to be out of town on business the week of Halloween, not to return until the morning of the first, which meant the kids were mine. I had yet to pull any of my master pranks on the kids, but it seemed right year to indoctrinate them.

Being four and six, they had yet to understand the intricacies of this wonderful holiday, and instead focused just on the candy. Will had been planning his costume since labor day, building a really good replica of R2D2 out of a trashcan, just some cardboard, paint and a bunch of his dad’s help. George had somehow gotten a copy of the original plans for the studio and helped him build it exactly like the movies.

I took Friday off work to attend Gina’s class party in the morning and then Will’s in the afternoon. They both looked so adorable. Gina had choose a little Cinderella dress with matching plastic “glass” slippers. I swear, half the girls in her class chose to one of the two characters from Frozen. Her party went pretty much as expected, especially when any “sweets” were banned and replaced fruit and veggies. The other mothers actually made a bigger fuss than the kids.

Gina tagged along to Will’s party, which he didn’t particularly like, but it didn’t cause any harm. Will’s class allowed sweets, but only ones acceptable to all kids. This meant gluten free, sugar free, peanut free, round pieces of cardboard were handed out as “cookies.” I almost bust out laughing at the face Gina made when she tried one. Ever the miss manners, she struggled to finish the horrible desert.

After school the kids wanted to immediately go trick or treating, and were quite annoyed when they had to wait three hours, as well as eat dinner. We spent about an hour walking around the neighborhood, with them trying to get candy from every house, insignificant of the porch light being on. At the end, Will wanted to continue, even through he was starting to struggle with carrying his heavy bag of candy.

I poured the candy from their two bags into one big pile on the kitchen island. Holding the big bowl in my left hand, I quickly picked out the good pieces around the edges. Will and Gina watched with baited breath while I sorted out the good candy and the suspicious pieces. I was about a third of the way done when I sat the bowl between them and said “OK, you can choose one piece to eat tonight.”

I turned my head to sort out a few more good pieces and when I looked back, both of the kids were chomping away. I had to glance around the bowl to make sure they had actually removed the wrapper before inhaling the sweet.

After sorting out the suspicious stuff, including a tiny baggie of cut celery, I carefully placed the overflowing bowl into the oven for safe storage. Two pairs of little eyes followed their treasure all the way to it’s storage space, making sure mommy didn’t try and steal any. It was so adorable, and so perfectly naive for my upcoming prank.

After I got the kids in bed, I sent my plan in motion. I had bought a second, big blue bowl yesterday and dug it out of the closet where I had hid it. Removing their candy from the oven, I pull out an old cookie tray and lined it with aluminum foil. I then set the second bowl of candy on the try and returned it to the oven. Cranking it up to 450, I figured the bowl would be a heap of plastic in no time.

I was correct. Fifteen minutes later I had a mushy pile of blue plastic that had the slightest resemblance of a bowl. I pulled it out of the oven and decorated the top with the wrappers of the candy I had ate while waiting for the bowl to melt. It looked perfect mistake. I replaced the melted bowl in the oven when it had cooled down and went to bed, eagerly waiting for morning.

—-

“MOM! MOM! OUR CANDY!” Will yelled, as he shook me awake.

“Hu? What do you mean?” I said, not immediately realizing what he said in my semi-drozy state.

“Out candy is all gone!” Gina cried beside her brother.

My prank came back in a flash. “No, it’s just in the oven, where you saw me put it last night,” I faked rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Com’on see!” Will tugged me down to the kitchen, barely allowing me to grab my robe along the way.

“It’s all gone,” Will blubbered, dropping to his knees in front of the open oven. The kids were not supposed to get in the oven without my permission, but that rule had been obviously overlooked before I woke up.

“Oh no, what could have happened?” I faked concern, holding my hand over my mouth to prevent the kids from seeing the grin I knew was going to be overtaking my lips soon.

Will stared at the pile of melted blue plastic, blubbering some nonsense. Gina, on the other hand had quietly stepped back from the bowl, seemly in shock. I did my best to cover the giggle I could feel building inside when I heard Gina in the living room.

“Yes 911 I need help!” Gina cried into the receiver.

“Oh shit!” I mumbled, running for the living room.

“OK, honey, just try to calm down…” I heard coming from the phone as I reached her. I immediately separated Gina and the receiver.

“Sorry, everything’s OK. My daughter just misunderstood something.”

“Ma’am, who is this?” the 911 operator demanded.

I spent the next few minutes trying to convince her that everything was ok and or disregard the crying she heard in the background. I was fearful of police showing up at any minute and busting down our front door.

After getting off the phone, I scolded Gina for her poor usage of 911 then told the kids it was all a big joke. This was the point were I started to think about George’s opinion of my prank. I tried to pacify the kids with some extra candy, but they were still annoyed with my prank that they ratted me out to George when he got home.

And that is why I am here. Nose to the corner, waiting for George to finish a few emails and come upstairs.

—-

“Come here,” George commands. I scamper over to his side, hoping to go over his knee, rather than be sent over the end of the bed. He sits down on the edge and I start laying myself over his offered lap when he stops me. “Not so fast. Does my baby know why she is being punished?”

His tone is soft and comforting, but reeks of disappointment. It sent a chill through me, and not the good, excited kind, but the “I’m scared of what is going to happen” kind. “Yes, sir” I mumble, looking down at this sock covered feet.

“Good. Then you can go over there and bend over and grab your ankles.” George motions to the center of our bedroom.

I hate getting spanked bending over and grabbing my ankles. It makes me feel like such a naughty little girl. That feeling probably came from the Halloween when we went in paired costumes; I as a naughty school girl and George as the strict headmaster. The sex that night was spectacular, even if it involved him pounding away at my freshly caned bum.

I step to the prescribed spot and reach down for my toes. The once easy task of touching my toes is hindered by my reduced flexibility from age and two children. I feel all the muscles start to strain across my thighs, then up towards the peak of my body. The skin stretches taught as I grab a hold just above my ankles before closing my eyes and waiting. I do not want to know what a waits my bottom.

The whistle of air is the only indication that he has started. I try to brace for the impact but I am a millisecond too late. As is typical, the first stroke overwhelms my senses, as it rushes from my bottom, down my spine to my brain. My eyes flash open as I try to scream, but instead I can gulp for a new breath.

I am more prepared for the second stroke, gritting my teeth and sucking in air as now recognized cane cuts into my bottom. I take the third and fourth strokes as well as the second one. On the fifth one he catches me low one the cheeks and I let out a little squeak. The sixth one is lower still and I let my displeasure with its placement be known through low, drawn-out “ouch!”

George breaks his steady pace. I can feel him moving closer to my hips and I can only think of him taking me from behind. Rather, I am hoping he will take me now. A quiver runs through my pelvis and I’m sure my hips quake.

He dances his fingertips across my stripped bottom and I clench every muscle in my pelvis. “Do you think you have been punished adequately?” George asks, dancing his fingers close and closer to my ache.

“Yessssss,” I coo, hoping he will move south.

“Well, I don’t think so. Another half-dozen seems warranted,” he says, removing his fingers. I groan at his intention to continue, but I know better than to openly complain, especially in my current position. “But first.”

“Ahhh,” I gasp as he touches me again. This is the best part of being naughty.

Collections – Conclusion

This story begun with Collections and continued with Collections – Part 2.
The sun was high in the sky when a call from the front desk woke Jerry. It was the clerk reminding him that checkout was in 30 minutes. He told the clerk ok, and rolled over on to his back. The petite naked girl lying next to him half covered immediately brought back memories of the previous night. “Shit!” was all he could think.

Jerry’s mind went into overdrive as he thought about the situation. This case had been one error after another. Last night he topped it off with an inexcusable felony. He considered just walking out, and leaving her there. She’d obviously want to take off, but there would be questions first. Lots of questions, and the authorities might become involved. The staff finding a naked girl with a bruised bottom would warrant a call to the locals at least.

He had to wake her, but how could he get her to escape without directly telling her to do it? Maybe if he acted like nothing happened and just “forgot” to secure her, she’d escape on her own. It was worth a try, he rationalized as he finished getting dressed.

He shook Ellie’s shoulder gently, stirring her from her slumber. “Hmm, AH!” she shrieked in surprise at the unfamiliar man waking her up. She rolled to her left, untangling the comforter from her body as she fell to the floor. Immediately she grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself.

At the glimpse of Ellie’s bare form, Jerry turned around, hiding his eyes from her. “Ah, we have to get going,” he said, walking towards the door. The little door hanger caught his attention. Free continental breakfast it read under the image of a plate of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m going to get coffee, want some?” he asked, hoping she’d take the opportunity he was presenting her.

“Ah, OJ if they have some,” Ellie mumbled.

Jerry returned 20 minutes later to find Ellie sitting on the bed, dressed in the same night club clothes she had been wearing for the last two days. Her hair was slightly damp from the shower she had taken while he was gone. The lack of makeup, along with the immature clothes and demure expression made her look young and innocent.

Jerry barely said a dozen words as he gathered his suitcase and led her to the car. She just tagged along like a dutiful puppy as he asked the repair man to fix the tire and at the dinner as he ordered them brunch. The rest of the ride occurred in near silence. Jerry was too scared to say anything which might upset her, while Ellie was more tired from the long trip and not quite sure if she should say something to him.

Four awkward hours later, the pair pulled off the interstate into the industrial area of Tampa. Two quick rights and Jerry pulled up to a barbed wire topped gate covered with black security plastic. A few keystrokes on thee gate pad, open the gate to reveal a small building and a couple of cars.

Jerry pulled around the side of the building where a garage door opened, allowing to drive inside. He got out as the door automatically closed and rounded the back of the car, as was his standard routine when returning to the office with a target.

“Come on,” Jerry said opening the passenger door. Ellie wearier got out of the car then he directed her towards the door.

“Excellent, you’ve found her!” Bill exclaimed in a fake bulbous gesture. Jerry and him both knew that Jerry always returned with his target, but Bill thought such gestures made for good business.

“Lisa!” Ellie yelled, running for the young woman in the business suit. She immediately tried to hug the woman, thought was quickly reminded of the steel bracelets clamped on her wrists.

“Ellie,” Lisa said opening her arms before realizing the predicament. “Ah, can you remove these please. They won’t be necessary anymore.”

Jerry eyed the client and Ellie before following the request. He could see something was different about this case, not withstanding his actions over the last two days.

“Thank you,” Ellie said rubbing her wrists for a moment before embracing Lisa in a big hug.

“So how was the adventure?” Lisa asked, pulling way from the girl.

“Spectacular! It was a thrill like I had never had before. Definitely something you got to try.”

“What!?” Jerry interrupted. This was supposed to be a simple bail jump retrieval.

Ellie spun around on her heels, and cocked her head to the side before addressing her prior capture. “Don’t worry big man, you’re still going to get paid. I even think you deserve that bonus, even thought you missed the deadline.” Lisa held open the Louis Vuton bag she carried, allowing Ellie to pick out two white envelops. She took two steps over and set both envelops on the desk. Jerry was in utter shock, just watching the pre-modonna he meet two dyas ago completely take charge of his own office.

Ellie starts back towards her friend, and the front door, but pauses next to Jerry. She goes up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “Last night was delicious. I wouldn’t mind a repeat this Friday. I can even be a little naughty if you like.”

Jerry’s jaw hung open as he watched the shake of Ellie’s hips as she and Lisa walked out the front door.

A second after the door closed, Bill burst into the highest pitch laughter his 250 lb frame would allow. “What’s so funny?” Jerry asked, dumbstruck.

Bill tossed his partner the magazine setting on his desk. “You didn’t recognize her, did you?”

“No…” Jerry’s voice trailed off as he saw the cover. Ellie stood on the cover in a white Gi, holding up the two gold metals hung around her neck. Below the image read the headline, “From the Jujitsu mat to the board room, Catherine Elizabeth Wentworth takes control of family business.” Ellie wasn’t the little trust fund brat he originally thought, rather the heir to the most powerful family in Florida.

“She played you like a fiddle, man,” Bill chuckled.

Love our Lurkers Day – 2014

Hello! I can see you!

Actually, I can’t see you, but my stats say you exist.

So today, I welcome all those who have visited In Hushed Voices to reach out and say Hi! The easiest way is to just leave a comment.

If you don’t want to comment, it is OK. The stats say there are 300 other people just like you.

Love Our Lurkers Day

Note: I doubt I’ll be able to respond to any comments until Thursday at the earliest.

Here is to you

Here is to

The few and the brave,

The ones who fought for the free,

Those who gave their lives

And those who struggle with life

Whether American or British,

French or German, Russian or Israeli

All who fought to keep their country free

To the sailor and the soldiers

Here is to you

Thank you,

Veterans Day

Collections – Part 2

This is a continuation of the story started at Collections. The final part will be available on Friday.

 

Ellie spent a restless night, tossing and turning in the king size bed while her mind wandered to what awaited her. The shackle locking her ankle to the footboard didn’t help, as it kept reminding her of her status. The sun was poking into the windows as exhaustion finally overtook her.

 

She awoke to find Jerry unlocking the shackle around her ankle. Her head ached from the hangover starting to take hold along of her still exhausted mind. She covered her eyes, trying to focus on the man towering over the end of the bed.

 

“We have one hour before we have to leave for the airport. You can take a shower if you would like, but the door remains unlocked.” Jerry told her. They had a short jump across the channel to Heathrow then a good nine hours to Atlanta and another short jump to Tampa. By the end of this long day he would be finishing up with this case, and earning a nice bonus also.

 

Ellie gathered up every piece of clothing she had and stumbled to the bathroom. She started to lock the door, when a tingle of pain in her bottom made her think better of it. Instead, she stripped off her clothes, tossing them in a pile on the counter. In a ritual practiced by naughty young ladies for decades, she aimed her bottom at the mirror and twisted her torso to survey the damage.

 

“Ouch.” Ellie mumbled to herself, running her finger over the red splotches decorating her bottom. “That was hmmm…hmm.., not something I expected,” she thought aloud. Her mind went back to last night, the expectations she had when returning to the hotel room, the sudden change in Jerry’s demeanor and then the incident. The mix of emotions filling her head confused her. Embarrassment seemed completely logical, but the curiosity seems, well, wrong. Why was she so interested in such a barbaric act? It was wrong to hit a lady, but now it seemed so exciting at the same time. What was wrong with her?

 

BANG, BANG, BANG! “Hey, you better get moving; cause we are leaving in 45 minutes, no matter how you are dressed, or undressed!” Jerry yelled through the door.

 

The disruption startled Ellie out of her thoughts. She went straight for the shower, hiding behind the frosted glass divider as she peered around the corner, watching for the door to open. Her legs started to feel weak as she waited for her capture to burst into the bathroom. Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind as stared at the door. What would he do? Would he yell at her? Would he haul her out? Would he spank her again? Would he let her get dressed or keep her naked? Would he try to force himself on her? Would he spank her?

 

After what seemed like an hour to Ellie, but was only a few minutes, she relented that Jerry wasn’t coming in to the bathroom, at least in the near future. Turning on the hot water, she started in her daily routine, only to be reminded of the heat below when the hot water pulsated across her backside.

 

Ellie made due with the hotel provided toiletries as she went through her morning routine, pronouncing herself ready minutes before Jerry’s deadline. They took a black Mercedes to the airport. Ellie found it curious they took a town car instead of the Aston Martin, but figured it was just a rental for show and he’d probably returned it before waking her up this morning.

 

At the airport, Jerry led her to a side door inside the terminal. After winding their way through a few bleak hallways, they reached a VIP security checkpoint. Jerry handed over some papers, which the security officer read over, looked at him and Ellie then ushered them both past the metal detectors and into the waiting room.

 

Ellie fell asleep almost immediately upon getting sitting in one of the overstuff chairs. Jerry was glad, because this was typically the time when his targets started negotiate their release. Sometimes he’d humor himself and led them on, and let them think he was actually considering letting them go, even though he never had lost a target. It was a record he was proud of, and the primary reason why he got this higher profile cases with their fatter paydays.

 

The plane landed just long enough at Heathrow to allow a few dozen passengers to disembark and be replaced with new ones. Ellie had fallen back asleep after take-off and her slumber hadn’t been disturbed by the landing. Once they were back in the air, Jerry would be able to relax, and more important to him at the moment, use the bathroom.

 

“Ahh,” Ellie let out a yawn, stretching her arms as she returned to the land of the living. “So, where are we at?” she asked

 

“Over the north Atlantic, about 5 hours from Atlanta,” Jerry answered. The question was odd for a target. It was a perfectly normal question for a person waking up on vacation flight, but unusual for one of his targets. His targets were normally too scared for such a pedestrian question.

 

“Anything good on the in flight movie?” she asked, picking up the headphones in the seatback in front of her.

 

“Not really, just a rom-com and a Disney flick,” Jerry replied, looking at Ellie curiously. There was something wrong, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was yet. She couldn’t escape, even though he had removed the handcuffs after they took off from Heathrow.

 

She plugged in the headphones and played with the dials until the romantic comedy started playing on the tiny TV in the headrest. Jerry looked out of the side of his eye, trying to figure out what she was up to, but for the life of him, he could not figure it out.

 

The rest of the flight was uneventful, lulling Jerry into a false sense of peace. He was beginning to believe she accepted her situation and wouldn’t cause any more trouble as the plane touched down at Hartsfield-Jackson.

 

Without any checked bags, the pair went straight for the customs line. The later arrival time meant there was almost no line. Jerry took the lead when they approached the customs officer.

 

“Name?” the customs officer asked as Jerry handed over both passports.

 

“Gerald Houston,” Jerry answered.

 

The customs officer thumbed through one of the little books. “And your nationality?”

 

“United States.”

 

“What was the purpose of your trip?”

 

“Work,” Jerry said.

 

Ellie immediately added, “yup, just blowing up airports.”

 

Jerry spun around on his heels to face her but his six foot two inch frame did not stand a chance when the marine national guardsman collided with his lower back.

 

“What?” Jerry cried out as he it the floor. A second and third guardsmen surrounded the pair, covering the with their M16s. Jerry attempted to get up but was summarily shoved prone. With his face crushed against the floor, he could hear Ellie giggling over the radio chatter of the soldiers and customs officers.

 

The pair were detained individually for the next four hours as Jerry’s single suitcase was searched and they were interrogated by customs officers, a national guardsmen major, a TSA agent and a pair of gruff looking men from homeland security. Jerry kept repeating the same answers; “I am a bounty hunter. I a court order to retrieve the girl and bring her back to Florida.” And the biggest one, “No, I am not a terrorist.”

 

Jerry was relieved when suddenly the Major entered the interrogation room with some paperwork, including his and Ellie’s passport.

 

“Mr. Houston, your story checks out. You are free to go,” the major said, handing over the documents and passport.

 

“Thank-you. And Elizabeth?” he had assumed the whole job was FUBAR now, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

 

“She is handcuffed and waiting at the door,” the Major said, holding open the door.

 

“Thank-you,” Jerry said. He followed the officer out through the maze of hallways until he arrived at the exit, where Ellie and a TSA officer waited.

 

Jerry brisked Ellie down the concourses to there next gate, hoping the plane would still be there by some miracle. As with this job so far, miracles were not on the side of Jerry. The waiting area was mostly deserted and lone gate attendant stood behind the counter, typing away at the computer embedded inside.

 

“We are here for flight 169,” Jerry blurted out, slightly out of breath from 2 mile trek through the airport.

 

“Sorry sir, the plane just left the gate. I can check to see if there any seats available on later flights,” the gate attendant said told him, before returning to the computer behind the gate counter.

 

“Yes, please,” Jerry grumbled before glaring at Ellie. There was no question, he was mad and it was all Ellie’s fault.

 

“Hmmm, I can get you on a flight at 9:30 tomorrow morning,” the attendant said after typing away at the computer.

 

“No, that won’t work. It’ll be too late. What about other airlines?”

 

“I doubt it. There was some bad weather come through this morning so everyone had to cancel a few flights. We are all booked solid until the morning.”

 

Jerry growled at Ellie, who wilted under his stare. She knew missing their flight was all her fault and felt bad about it. “Well we are off to the rental car desk,” Jerry growled, yanking Ellie along by her arm.

 

—–

 

“You have the blue Accord. Have a nice trip,” the sales clerk told them handing the keys over to Jerry. He took them and stashed them in his pants pocket before doing the same with the paperwork before taking Ellie by the arm and walking her to the car.

 

He summarily placed her in the passenger’s seat before locking the door and closing her in. A couple turns out of the parking lot and they were on the interstate, heading towards I-75 and it’s path to Florida.

 

The lights of Atlanta faded in the distance as they took the interstate south. He had eleven hours to make the six hour drive and earn the bonus. A bonus that would go a long way in cleaning up some old debts. Worst case scenario, they missed the bonus deadline and he only got his regular retrieval fee.

 

He was making good time, with light traffic and not a cop in sight. They were about an hour south of Macon when Ellie said her first words since the incident in the airport.

 

“Jerry, why are you doing this?” Ellie asked.

 

“Cause it’s my job,” he answered without really thinking about it.

 

“So you are getting paid to take me back to Tampa? What if I doubled it? You know I have the money,” she asked.

 

He let out a chuckle before saying, “How? Your accounts here in the states have been frozen since you fled.”

 

“But I have friends and they’d loan me the money,” she responded with a little more attitude.

 

“No. I think I’ll just take you back and make my fee.” He could only see a payoff ending poorly for him.

 

“Then what could I give you that would make you change your mind?” she asked, pulling the side of her blouse low, exposing a portion of her right breast.

 

“Sex?”

 

“If that’s what you want.”

 

“Na, I think I’ll just take you back.” Jerry tried keeping his eyes on the road, rather than the harlot in the passenger’s seat. She had caused him enough problems already.

 

Ellie puffed out her lower lip while tilting her face downward slightly into a quintessential pouty face. “You don’t find me sexy?”

 

Jerry let out a chuckle, keeping his eyes glued on the dark abyss of highway before the car. Ellie though notice a slight shift he had made in his hips, likely to relieve some tension she thought. Well she knew how to fix that.

 

Jerry was too focused on concentration on driving to realize Ellie undoing her safety belt or twisting around in her seat. It took a second for him to realize what she was doing, allowing her to get his pants open and start fumbling with his boxers.

 

“HEY!” Jerry yelled at her, slapping at her head with his right hand. She had already freed him when he hit the back of her shoulders. The light slap added to her downward momentum, encouraging her to take all of him on the first gulp.

 

Her mouth was even better than he remembered. She held him tight, letting him tickle her tonsils for as long as she could stand. Pulling off for a quick breath, she played her tongue across his tip, never letting him free of her warm embrace.

 

After the multiple sexual laced encounters between the two, Jerry found it amazingly difficult to resist her current attention. He was beyond rock hard and releasing the sexual tension was all he could think about. He would have better served to pay attention to the highway, for he completely missed the slight bend in the highway until the compact car was throwing gravel.

 

Jerry immediately swung the wheel to the left, trying to return the car to the road. Braking would have been a better idea, especially in a car with narrow sideways on its tires. The right front tire caught on the edge of the pavement, separating the tire from its bead, deflating the tire instantly.

 

“POOF! WHAP! WHAP! GREETCCHHH!”

 

The flat tire hit the road, popping the car towards the left lane. Ellie flew upwards, knocking his left hand from the steering wheel and landing across his lap. His right hand grabbed the wheel, and pulled right just as they entered the left shoulder. Correcting the car, he slammed on the brakes.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?” Jerry yelled at her. With a gruff pull of his right hand, he thrust her towards the passenger’s seat.

 

“I’m sorry!” she cried, kneeling on the floorboards and resting her forearms on the passenger’s seat.

 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE!” he commanded opening his door. He started to stand up when he realized his pants were open. Hastily he stuffed things back in place and got out of the car. With the lack of light, he couldn’t make out any damage on the driver’s side. Rounding the front of the car, the problem became immediately apparent. The right front tire was completely flat and wrapped around the steel rim.

 

“Great,” he cussed. He made his way to the trunk, glaring at Ellie along the way. Getting to the trunk, he realized the keys were still in the ignition. This just irritated him more. Trudging to the driver’s side door, he ripped the keys from the ignition and hit the trunk release on the key fob. He started to toss the keys on to the seat, but rethought it when Ellie caught his eye.

 

Jerry had gotten all the stuff to change the tire when he realized the lug nuts would not come off. This revelation just pissed him off more. He just shoved the jack, tire iron and spare into the trunk before returning to his seat, planning on calling the rental company for roadside assistance.

 

He pulled out the rental paperwork before getting in the car. Unfolding the paper revealed a blurry mess of a document. Placing it in his rear pants pocket had caused it to slowly be impregnated by sweat over the last two hours. Calling the customer service would be impossible when he could only make out the first three numbers; 800.

 

“Fuck! FUCK! FUCk!” Jerry cursed, tossing the rental paperwork onto the dash.

 

“There looks to be an exit up there,” Ellie mentioned quietly.

 

He looked forward, around the corner in the highway to notice a glow beyond the horizon. This part of the state, that amount of light should mean a town. He didn’t seem much other option and started the car and started the slow drive down the shoulder of the highway.

 

A mile down the highway they come to a typical small southern town. Fast food restaurants and gas stations surrounded the exit. Jerry pulled into the largest station and went inside to ask the attendant about the tire. There was no one else in sight so didn’t bother with securing Ellie.

 

“We are stuck here!” Jerry announced returning to the car.

 

“What?” Ellie asked.

 

“The only place in town that sells tires doesn’t open until noon tomorrow.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“OH!? Your little stunt cost me five grand!”

 

“I’m sorry,” Ellie mumbled, trying to act as innocent as possible.

 

“Just shut up and don’t try any more shit!” Jerry growled, backing up the injury car.

 

He made the same slow, careful progress across the overpass to the only hotel in sight as he had down the shoulder of the interstate. Leaving Ellie in the car again, he checked in, explicitly requesting an end room. He quenched the night clerk’s curiosity with reference to Ellie being his new fiancé. Ten minutes later he was pulling the car around the back to the rear entrance.

 

The room was of standard US flair. A small, tile lined full bathroom was situated next to the door leading from the hallway, while mid-height windows lined the far wall. Jerry was slightly annoyed with the single queen sized bed; through he couldn’t really go ask for a different room with two beds.

 

“How deplorable,” Ellie commented, tossing the duff bag Jerry had made her carry in on the bed. “I bet they don’t even have room service.”

 

“Zip it!” Jerry growled at her, pulling the blinds shut. “You’re the reason we are here.”

 

“Whatever,” Ellie’s sassiness returned in full force. “I’m going to take a shower, OK?”

 

“Fine,” Jerry hoped some soap and hot water would clean up her attitude and make the night at least tolerable. A little SportsCenter would also help. It had been nearly impossible to find highlights of good ol’ American Baseball in Europe.

 

Jerry paid no attention to the extended period of crashing water coming from the bathroom. He had secured a pair of his cuffs around the doorbar, preventing the door from opening without first removing the handcuffs, and without an operable window in the entire room, his only worry now was her trying to kill him. Not a likely proposition when he had at least 100 pounds of muscle and a good 8 inches on her.

 

The whoosh of the bathroom door opening pulled Jerry’s attention away from the TV. Ellie stepped into the room, carefully wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The white contrast to her lightly tanned skin, forming a band from mid breast to just below her hips. The darkened ambiance of the room hid most of the explicit details, but Jerry’s mind helped him fill in where his eyes missed.

 

“You sure you don’t want to let me go?” Ellie cooed. She continued her slow prance towards the old man, stopping about four feet in front of him with a cock of her hips to the side.

 

“Yes,” Jerry growled in response. “I’m not letting you go so quit it!”

 

“Oh, quit being such a bitch!”

 

“A bitch? You think I am being a bitch for doing my job?”

 

“Yea,” Ellie responded flippantly.

 

“You think I’m a bitch? You’re the idiot who thought she could run.” Jerry shifted his attention downwards towards the TV. Trailing his eyes down her neck to the towel, he caught a glimpse of a nipple poking above the towel line. Immediately, his mind went back to the events of the club and more recently the car ride. “Unless you’d prefer slut to idiot? It does go better with the stuff you did in the club and the car.”

 

Jerry caught her right arm just short of her palm making contact with his left cheek. In a flash he was on his feet with, towering over the girl. “What are you going to do, spank me again?” Ellie let the words hang in the room for a moment before adding, “fucker!”

 

Jerry pulled her left arm forward, causing her to crash over the end of the end of the bed. Her towel flared away, exposing her naked bottom to the cool room air. In an instant he pulled his belt free of its loops.

 

WACK! The belt bit into her bottom, painting an exceptionally white band which was quickly replaced with an angry red. “Ahhh,” Ellie cried out.

 

WACK! WACK! WACK! Jerry whipped the leather across her bottom, getting an alternating response of groans and insults. Each insult just prodded him into trying harder.

 

Ellie’s bottom was scarlet and starting to blister when he finally dropped the belt. He was still mad, but his arm just refused to swing any more. A shiver of the upturn girl’s hips caused a visceral action in his loins.

 

He dropped his pants and moved between her splayed legs, intend on giving her exactly want she had been asking for. Squatting, Jerry plunged forward, driving into her until his hips bump her cheeks. The sudden intruder forces the breadth from her lungs in a drawn out moan which is capped with a sharp squeal when he bumps into her bottom.

 

He kept thrusting in fast, though long, hard strokes, causing her to squealed each time he hit home. At first it was all raw emotion driving him to fuck her as hard and rough as possible, but as the endorphins started to wan, and pleasure took over, he swore she was pushing her bottom back into him.

 

The force of Jerry’s thrusts slowly pushed Ellie forward, onto the bed. It wasn’t long before he could only reach halfway into her from behind. He grabbed her hips, yanking her bottom into the air and dropped her on her knees. This higher position allowed him to stand up, giving him tremendously better leverage.

 

Jerry wasted no time, and drove into her again while pulling her hips against his. The new angle tightened her pelvic muscles around him driving the sensation for them both to new levels. Ellie reached out, grasping two handfuls of comforter while biting a mouthful as Jerry started up again.

 

Jerry used every bit of frustration, annoyance and residual to pound away at Ellie, but biology can only be held at bay for so long, and a massive orgasm overtook him. He pulled her into his hips as he started to cum deep inside her. This drove her wild, wiggling and squirming from side to side.

 

The added stimulus at the height of his orgasm was too much for Jerry to handle. His vision started to fade, and motor skills failed. He slumped forward, onto her back before rolling to his right. In one last effort, he reached upwards, his left hand grabbing Ellie around the stomach while the other locked onto her left breast. As he rolled off the girl, he spun her around, ripping her grip on the comforter and landing with her in the reverse cowgirl position.

 

With the new position, Ellie didn’t stop her squirming, bouncing about on him. This was all it took for him to fully lose it.

 

Jerry woke a few minutes later to find Ellie slumped into a naked pile next to him on the bed. At first he thought she might be dead, but the clear rise and fall of the side of her chest alleviated those fears. After a quick piss, Jerry collapsed back onto the bed, hopping he would wake up alone.