by Brook Wilder
All I could think of was how I wasn’t sure if I’d get the chance to go and bring Piper back. I’d promised her I’d keep her safe, not let Vinnie have her, and make sure nothing bad happened to her. I really didn’t want to break that promise but I wasn’t sure Vinnie was going to give me much choice.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, kneeling down by my head. He pulled out a short barreled, chromed revolver. It looked like a .44 magnum, which meant this would be over quickly, at least. “You’re wondering why I don’t just kill you now, aren’t you.” He put the barrel to my temple, right near where he’d hit me with the glass. “In deference to our lovely hostess, I am trying not to shoot you in her living room.”
“And I appreciate that,” I tried to say, but all the blood and my aching jaw made it difficult to talk.
“Don’t test me, Theo,” he jabbed the gun harder into my head. “I haven’t decided what to do with you yet. My gut tells me to take you out somewhere and get rid of you. But my brain tells me you could be more useful later. If I held onto you, Piper might be a little more willing to behave.” He bent right down to whisper something only I could hear, “Or it might be fun to find out what it’s like to kill you while I’m fucking her, to see how that makes her react, after I’ve grown tired of making you watch her pleasuring me.”
I felt the burning heat rising in my chest again. I spat blood into his face and got a heavy boot in the spine from the shotgun guy.
“Whoa!” Vinnie got up and stepped back, laughing as he took out his handkerchief to wipe his face again. “What am I today, a spittoon?” I heard the other wise guys laughing with him. “Keep him entertained, boys,” he told his men. “Relax a bit, I’m going to check Piper made it home okay. I’ll call you when I’ve made up my mind about poor Theo.”
As he turned and headed for the door, Anna finally spoke up, “You’re just going to leave these men her? In my apartment?”
“I’m so sorry, dear madam, but you really have no choice at the moment.” Anna began to say something else, but Vinnie spoke over her. “Now I have Piper; I don’t really need you. Consider that fact if you have any more complaints.”
With that, he left, shutting the door behind him. I managed to crane my head to get a look at Anna. She returned my stare and, I think, I saw real fear in her eyes.
CHAPTER 23: Piper
We cruised along and seemed to be keeping to backstreets. I guess it’s a good idea to avoid attention or being pulled over when your girl passenger has a ripped open shirt and is being held at gunpoint. My immediate captor was about my age, maybe a touch younger, thin, pale, but not bad looking. He seemed nervous around me. Either he had little experience with girls, or he was just attracted to me but really scared of his boss. I decided to find out.
His eyes kept flicking to my breasts, which was no surprise. He was a straight guy and I had pretty fucking fantastic tits. I moved to cover them with the remaining scraps of my t-shirt.
“Don’t,” he said, a little uncertainly, and waved his pistol at me.
I gave him one of my most alluring smiles. “If you insist,” I purred, opening the shirt even further. His eyes widened and no wonder. I looked down and was surprised myself to see how high and proud the too small bra was pushing my girls up. I played with the straps a bit, managing to reveal just a little more, and leaned forward towards him. There really was a lot of space in the back of this car.
I reached up and pushed the button to raise the privacy screen between us and the driver.
“What are you doing?” he asked shakily.
“Mikey, are you okay?” came the driver’s gruff voice over the intercom.
I leaned in closer still and put my hand on Mikey’s as it went for the talk button. “I’m horny,” I breathed and let go of him.
“I’m all good, Gino,” Mikey said back to him.
“You sure?”
“Get off my back, man,” he snapped as I licked my lips and slowly ran a wet finger along the bare flesh of my breast. “You can go next, okay?”
He took his finger off the button and leaned back a little. I opened his zipper and reached inside, pulling out his pale, floppy cock. I guessed he was still a little nervous.
“You don’t need to hold a gun on me, Mikey,” I smiled at him. He waved his gun to motion me to get on with it. Okay, I was going to have to improvise. Wetting my mouth as much as I could, I started sucking him. I was always good at this, even before I did it professionally, and soon he was firming up nicely and I was able to work his shaft with my fist. He started to pant, his dick beginning to throb against my tongue. I had to be careful. If he came too soon, I’d miss my chance to escape.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” cried Mikey. I took him out of my mouth. “The fuck are you doing?”
I put my hand on his pistol and pointed it away from my head. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” I leered. He didn’t need telling again. He let go of the gun and grabbed either side of my head. I put him back in my mouth and he rammed himself into me, trying to force his way down my throat. I had no problem completing the next step of my plan. As I felt the hairs around the base of his cock tickle my nose, I bit down. He screamed immediately but grabbed my head and held it still. I bit down harder, until I could taste blood, and then released him. He was so grateful he shoved me away from his lap and put his hands over his injured member.
I took the gun in my hand and pointed it at the enormous back window of the car. I fired and shattered glass rained down on us. I had to move fast, I only had a few seconds before Gino would stop the car and come get me. I scrambled through the opening and out onto the trunk. We appeared to be still in a residential area and weren’t going too fast, so I remembered what Theo had taught me. I kept myself loose, took a breath, and jumped. I landed on my feet and bent my knees to take the stress of the impact, then dove into a roll to go with the momentum. It hurt a lot more that when we’d practiced but, apart from some scrapes, I was okay.
I sat on the dusty sidewalk and watched the Mercedes carry on up the road. Maybe I would get lucky and Gino wouldn’t notice that I’d nearly bit his buddy’s dick off and blasted out his back window. But, no. The brake lights came on and the car screeched to a halt, barely a hundred yards away.
It started to turn and I felt panic rise in my throat. I hadn’t planned this far ahead. Again, like Theo showed me, I checked the gun. It wasn’t the same as his. It said ‘Glock’ down the side and I couldn’t find the de-cocker or the hammer like he showed me on his SIG, but I was able to check it was still loaded and ready to fire. The Mercedes stopped suddenly halfway through its turn, then I heard an outrageously loud noise ahead of me. It was like Theo’s bike but louder, angrier. I squinted back at the car and saw the motorcycle blast past the front of it, heading my way.
As I kept watching, though, the figure on the bike pointed his left arm at the car, as he passed it. I heard six shots in very quick succession and, within seconds, the rider stopped his bike right next to me and killed the engine.
“Piper honey,” said Frost with a wicked grin, peering over his sunglasses at me, “what have you gone and done to Tina’s favorite Motley Crew shirt?”
I pulled the cloth to cover my tits and was about to speak when we heard a horrible mechanical grinding coming from back up the road. There was black smoke billowing out from under the hood of the Mercedes, but it was lurching forward and still turning to face us.
“Goddamnit,” Frost spat, looking back over his shoulder “I knew I’d capped the guy in the back, I wasn’t sure about the driver, though. I must have just winged him.” I wasn’t sure if actually talking to me, until holstered his enormous six-shooter and said, “Piper honey, toss me that plastic piece of shit. I’m out.”
He seemed to be indicating the pistol I was holding, so I threw it to him. He caught it with his right hand as he swung his leg over the bike and stood, turning to face the car and raising the Glock in one smooth, fluid movement. The car was picking
up speed as it limped towards us, but Frost stayed still, holding the gun out in front of him, two-handed.
Closer and closer, it drove. The engine was roaring and straining, but it was definitely going fast enough to kill us if we stayed still, but Frost waited. And waited. And waited, then fired.
The car was close enough I was able to make out the bullet passing through the windscreen and taking Gino right between the eyes, leaving his body to slump forward over the steering wheel.
The car began to slow, but was still careening straight towards us. My heart was in my mouth but Frost stayed still, watching the ailing Mercedes as it got nearer and nearer, until it was finally down to walking pace. It slowly continued trundling up on us, Frost pulling down his shades to watch as the fender loomed up perilously close to the back wheel of his bike, only to stop half an inch short. I think I fell a little bit in love with the old rogue, right at that moment.
***
“So what kind of trouble has the kid got himself into now, then?” Frost yelled to me as I held on to him and we tore back towards Madam X’s. He’d loaned me his leather Steel Angels vest to try and keep my boobs from flying so free, so he was now riding topless with just his holster rig hanging from his wiry frame.
His bike was red, while Theo’s was black, with purple and yellow flames erupting along the tank. And, although his rear wheel was as fat as Theo’s, he had no back rest to the passenger seat, so I had to hang on tighter, and his gas tank was far more angular. He also didn’t have such ludicrously high handlebars, but his front forks were stretched out at such a wide angle that the distance to the front wheel almost doubled the length of the bike.
I filled him in on what happened back at the brothel, that Theo and possibly Anna were being held captive but, as far as I knew, there was only Vinnie and two armed guards with them.
Frost had reloaded his revolver, which he told me was a .357 Python as if that was supposed to mean something to me, and gave me back Mikey’s Glock. He told me I had eight shots left. Eventually, he asked me why there was blood around my mouth. I told him he shouldn’t ask and tried to wipe my face clean.
I asked him what the hell he was doing here and why was he now shooting Vinnie’s henchmen.
“I just figured,” he told me, “life’s too short and real love doesn’t come around that much these days, so I should help you guys out, after all.”
I saw through that bullshit. “Tina made you come. didn’t she?”
“Don’t tell Theo,” he nodded back.
I hadn’t realized it had taken me so much time to make my move. But, even though we had a long ride back to Anna’s, soon enough we were approaching the building, that innocuous looking place that had been the bane of more than a few girls’ lives, not least mine. Frost parked up his bike by the side entrance, next to Theo’s, and followed me to the door.
“I think Vinnie’s gone,” I told the older man.
“How you figure?”
“There was a silver sports car here when they dragged me away,” I said, pointing at the empty space where it had been parked. “It’s gone now. I remember Vinnie showing it to me when he bought it, a month or two ago.”
“Well, I guess that’s good news for us,” said Frost.
I disagreed. I was really fired up and felt like it would have been better to jump Vinnie now, but I kept quiet.
“Let me in, Miguel!” I yelled, slapping my hand on the glass of the locked outer door. Eventually, he appeared, opening the door so he could talk to me.
“Miss Piper,” he said, “I’m not supposed to let you in. Miss Anna said: If you’re here, then you’ve run away again, and that’s bad news for us.”
“You know what else bad news for you?” interjected Frost as he appeared around the door frame. Miguel turned to him and shook his head. Frost knocked the big Mexican flat on his back with one brutally short, sharp punch. “Me,” he quipped.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I complained. “Miguel’s always been good to the girls and me.”
“He’ll be fine,” said Frost. “And we don’t have time to argue.”
It was still too early for there to be much more happening at Madam X’s yet. The girls who actually roomed on the third floor would still be asleep and those, like me, who had been here a few years and had their own places wouldn’t be in until just before the afternoon shift began.
I took the little plastic fob that Miguel kept around his wrist and used it to electrically unlock the inner door. We stepped into the deathly quiet, coolness of the main corridor and carefully made our way to the main lounge.
“Where did Vinnie ambush you?” Frost asked me.
“Fourth floor, Anna’s penthouse,” I told him.
“Odds are that’s still where they are then.” He licked dry lips. “Tell me again how many? What were they carrying?” he hissed as we began climbing the stairs.
“I think there were two left behind, now Vinnie’s gone. One had a shotgun,” I winced inside as I remembered him ramming the butt into poor Theo’s stomach. “I didn’t see what the other had.”
“Which means it was small, probably a handgun. Good.”
“How do we get through the locked door into Anna’s apartment?” I asked.
“That little doohickey won’t open it?” he pointed at the fob I took off Miguel. I had no idea. There was a scanner outside her door, but I’d never seen anyone use it. I shrugged. “Okay. We do it the old-fashioned way. I’ll break down the door, we both go in shooting. Chances are the guards are standing up, Theo and Anna are sitting on the floor or in a chair. You just aim high and unload. At best you’ll hit one of the mob guys in the head, at worst you’ll make them duck and I can take them out. Got it?”
I was not happy with this plan. “What if I hit Theo?” I said. “What if the door is stronger than we think? What if they are standing beside the door and we shoot at nothing? I’ve only ever fired a gun once before and it was at a window. This seems really risky.”
“I never said it was perfect, Piper honey,” he smiled. “You got a better idea?”
***
Ruby and Alexia, two of the older girls who still lodged here at Madam X’s, were not thrilled to be woken so early but, as Frost made them some coffee, they listened intently to my story. I left out some of the more reprehensible things Anna had done, in case they made the girls less inclined to help but, like good girlfriends, they were delighted to learn about Theo and I and quickly began pressing me for details. Frost quickly pointed out that this wasn’t a sleepover and we didn’t have time for cookie dough and hair braiding; Vinnie could be back anytime.
The girls agreed and got ready as quick as they could. In next to no time they looked sensational. Both had their long dark hair full and gorgeous, their makeup just on the slutty side of tasteful and their stunning bodies squeezed into their sexiest outfits and porn shoes. Alexia wore a shiny, black and white striped mini dress that barely contained her magnificent breasts and stopped only a fraction below her bare pussy. Ruby’s royal blue Lycra number matched her lipstick and eye shadow to look amazing against her dark, dark skin. I flowed elegantly down her body, opening at the top in a wide hole to show plenty of cleavage behind a loose collection of purposefully torn straps of cloth. The material was so tight you could see her huge dark nipples almost clearly through it. She did a little twirl for me and showed that the dress had a matching hole at the back, down over her butt, to proudly display her beautiful cheeks. I felt severely underdressed.
If Frost was uncomfortable around these girls dressed like this, he didn’t show it. He was all business, leading us swiftly but quietly up to Anna’s pad. At the end of the corridor, out of sight from the entry camera, we put our game faces on.
“Are you girls sure you want to do this?” I asked them. Alexia swallowed. She and Ruby exchanged glances.
“Are you kidding?” smiled Ruby after a moment. “After you jumped that coke-head who pulled a knife on me that time?”
“And that money you gave me to send to my little sister,” offered Alexia. “Probably kept her from ending up in this place with us. We owe you, Piper, probably every girl in here does.”
I saw Frost smiling to himself; like he was proud about what he’d just heard. “Okay,” I breathed, “be careful, though.”
I kissed them both, trying not to smudge their makeup, and sent them off towards the door. I couldn’t help giving Ruby a supportive slap on her almost bare ass as she departed. She shook sexily it at me in response.
“Pray to God this works,” Frost hissed at me.
