The (Devious)
Guardian Angel’s Explanations
There was a
commotion at Moe’s when I dropped by one of those nights.
Nora was being
sort of ‘hassled’ by two of the strippers and Moe himself.
I explain, she
was at a corner of the bar and two skimpy dressed beauties and the mid-50’s
owner of the place were a bit mad at her, but nothing serious. Hard faces,
demands and such, but no punches nor yells nor scratches, and in the end she
looked at the girls and then at him, and whispered something in his left ear (but
obviously asked for him to keep it a
secret), his face suddenly was all smiles and he told the two girls to return
to their room to ‘get ready’ (they were respectively the next one to go on
stage and the one after her),next he yelled to everybody that the ‘unexpected show’
was over (and added that the ‘real ones’ were about to restart) and lastly he told
the barman that Nora’s drinks would be ‘on the house’ for all the rest of the
night.
I waved at
her, she invited me to the seat at her left and I made my order.
‘What’s going
on?’
‘Where have
you been, Kendall?’
‘Okinawa.’
Now that was
all that I was supposed to tell ANYONE about my last couple of weeks.
But Nora is my
best friend, she might be a bit nuts with that thing of liking (a LOT!) to tie
or tape or cuff up and gag naked or almost naked or fully dressed (preferably busty)
chicks and gals, she even pays two or three (or more) sites to produce custom
made bondage flicks for her on a bi-monthly basis!
But she’s my
best friend, and she knew what it meant for me to be back to Japan…
‘Tell you
what, I tell you what happened and why, and you tell me how ********* bad this
‘suicidal act’ of yours ended up being… Don’t deny it!!! (It’s written in your face)’
She grabbed
the bottle and went to one of the tables in the back. On the stage the blonde
chick who moments before was pointing her index fingers at her was now
‘pretending’ to be a… space pirate? That was a new one (the act)! She
was a new one! And a very pretty one at that, so I got a bit… distracted as I
walked to the table were Nora was waiting for me. She waited for the
performance to be over and harrumphed rather loudly to get my attention back,
and then she pointed at a picture behind me.
I looked
around and saw the black skinned goddess that was entering the stage flanking
Moe with another incredibly hot black girl barely legally dressed…
Wait a minute,
I knew her…
The kidnapped
girl that was on the news???!!!!
I turned
around to Nora with a very obvious question in my mind…
‘Guilty as
charged. And that’s why Moe and Zara (the girl that is now on stage), who was
her best friend when she worked here, and Louise (the blonde that enthralled
you a minute ago and who is now occupying that position)… she never met Xandelle
(as you-know-who was known when she worked here), but ‘any friend of my Zara is my friend too!’, well that’s
why that trio was interrogating me… Moe, well you know Moe… a woman that was
working here two decades is still someone that you better no steal or mess
with… and then ‘dare’ to come here
of all places to drink a beer!’
‘And you
kidnapped… Xandal?’
‘Xandelle,
it’s supposed to be like Chandelle… got it? But yeah, that was me.’
‘Ok, but what
happened?’
‘About a
quarter of a century ago these two college buddies, Mister ‘A’ and Mister ‘B’,
started a business. For over two decades the friendly difference of opinions,
that make them argue on an hourly basis, was actually the reason of their
success. But even them got hit (hard) by the crisis so… what were arguments
yesterday became hot discussions today, and Mister ‘B’ decided to get rid of
Mister ‘A’, he would kick him off the business and get him replaced with… a
shady fella that I will call Mister ‘C’…’
‘Oh, come on!’
‘It’s still
happening, right now! It may be almost over to the police and the press and
everybody else, but it’s not! And until I can be safe enough to put names…
It’ll be ‘A’, ‘B’ and ‘C’, got it? (…) As I was saying, Mister ‘C’ is not a
nice guy. Enter Xandelle, who left Moe’s after she finished using the tips she
got here to help her pay her college. She is now a secretary, one with a fancy
name like ‘assistant-senior’ or the likes, and is a good one. She has the full
trust of ‘A’ and ‘B’, and is going to spend three weeks in Costa del Sol (that’s a nice place in Spain), or so everybody else thinks.
But before she leaves, she decides to leave three tons of work done in advance…
and because of that she stumbles in a weird document… Imagine that ‘B’ had
wrote something like ‘I, B, will
betray A on the morning of the day of
mm/dd/yyyy’, the partial document that she found would be something like ‘(…)
will betray (…) morning (…) mm/(…)/yyyy’…’
‘A very peculiar
document…’
‘That left her
with doubts of what was it about. After two or three days of fruitless
investigations and mulling, what did she do? She talked with ‘A’ and ‘B’…’
‘And that’s
why you were hired to grab her…?’
She smiled
such an irritating condescending smile as an answer!
‘Don’t be so
hasty… So she talked with them and ‘B’ talked with ‘C’, who hired some people
to be sure that she would not return to the US… at least not alive. But, what
neither ‘B’ nor ‘C’ knew was that ‘A’ was wise and onto them. He was EXTREMELY
disappointed with ‘B’, and was gathering everything he could to have a solid
case to present to his other good buddy in college, the State’s Attorney…,
against ‘C’. But he couldn’t interfere even knowing that Xandelle had, most
likely, handed to him and to ‘B’ a death sentence against herself. So he needed
to be sure that she never left the US!’
‘You were hired
to kidnap her to save her life? Isn’t it a bit too…’
‘Let’s just
say that he knows with what ‘C’ paid for his three Porsches and two Ferraris,
and he swore to himself that the guy is… was going to fall in his trap. ‘No matter what’. But when the ‘no matter
what’ did include the life of Xandelle, who besides being an obvious eye candy
for his rascal side is a good friend for the whole of him… he talked to
somebody who talked to somebody and then he goes to the ‘perfect’ kitchen of
his multimillion estate, under a 24/7 high billed security, to have a night
snack and when he returns… I am there, and the girl he paid for sex is in the
bathtub. She was a redhead and I... you really don’t wanna know, right?... Ok,
I bound and gagged her and waited for him, he must have paid a suitable extra
for my ‘inconvenience’ towards her... To me he explained everything, gave me a
long list of ‘Can Do / Can Not’ with Xandelle as she is being ‘saved’ (so to speak since she’s not even
supposed to really know why she was kidnapped in the first place!) and gave me
all the money he had in his safe as an advance, and off I went to grab Xandelle
like two days later, as she returns home after the last day of job before her
vacations… She never arrived home. After a three hours wait I left my hiding
place, yeah… it was closet… and I decided to check around. And as I was
checking her computer, who still uses her own birthday as a password?, I found
out that she was having other unwelcomed ‘visitors’ at her apartment that
night…’
‘Who?’
‘Don’t know
their names, let’s just say that ‘C’ is not American… and I had no choice,
okay? It was me or them, and I am still here…’
After years
working for the Duchess, during which I doubt she ever took a life, she had
just confessed me a murder (even if it was ‘preemptive self-defense strike’)…
I didn’t ask
for details.
‘After, that, I went back to the computer and
found out that the Costa del Sol thing
was a big fat lie! She never planned to leave the city! She simply couldn’t!’
‘Why?’
‘She has this
congenital, genetic, whatever, problem with her eyes. It’s curable if it’s
found in its early stages, if not she’d go blind. So she took a loan, sold her
car and got money from half her relatives… but didn’t tell a thing to anyone at
work! The ‘Spanish Trip’ was actually a trip to a hospital! Here in LA! But the
procedure is quite simple, they use laser rays, and after a couple of days
she’d be allowed to go back home, if everything worked well she’d even have
some pictures in her Facebook account of her in some sunny beach…. Look I don’t
know why she didn’t want that her co-workers knew about her eyes, she just didn’t
want it so she did quite a theatrical act to hide it!’
‘And she was
in the early stages of that thing?’
‘The earliest,
an e-mail I found was an answer to an aunt of hers that must be the most
hypochondriac lady in the State of Louisiana, she guaranteed her that the
doctor almost didn’t saw it so small was the thing, and that a few days at the
hospital was much more than she’d need. I was taking some useful notes when the
cellphones of both would-be-Xandelle-murderers started to ring. So I took the
computer with me, with a few other stuff, and hoped that the bodies were found
only in the morning in that alley (as it did happen), ten minutes later three
new guys showed up to find out what had happened with the first two, as the
police (that I had called) showed up as well…’
‘Nasty tricky
stuff from your side…’
‘They can be useful… sometimes… But the
point is that the police, obviously, would want to know what had happened to
the girl that lived in the apartment where those three undocumented hired guns
were found, or to the other girl that was living there for a while (Xandelle’s
cousin, Noemi, who dropped by to help her after she got out of the hospital).
Phone calls would be made, even interstate ones, and I believed that I had like
three to four hours, if I was that lucky, before somebody phoned Noemi and told
her the news, or got in touch with the hospital. Fortunately, I knew that
hospital very well…’
She grinned,
and started to look at me in a very knowing way…
Oh come on!
‘That stuff we
did last year?’
And she
nodded…
The ‘stuff’
went like this: A middle-aged guy paid for a small intervention in the left eye
of the early twenties brunette that was his mistress, said guy went to visit
her on the hospital and all seemed well. There was a phone call from his boss,
the kind of phone call you can’t have in front of anyone else, so he went to
the stairways and had a talk to his boss, five minutes later his boss finish
the talk saying that ‘he knows’. The bald fella rushes back to his mistress’
room as if hunted by wild hounds and find her hogtied (and naked) over the bed,
I am there too and I close the door behind him placing my (empty) gun against the
base of his skull. I said ‘Stop being a blabbermouth and accept whatever deal
you’re offered by him’, and then I tell him to count to a hundred before
starting to free the girl. The next day the guy gets a dollar for his ten to
fifteen years of duty work for our client (Nora did the stripping and the tying
up), and the feds see a case that they were starting to build against him
vanish in the wind.
‘You know how
well we studied the layout of that hospital, and a few phone calls to
Tinkerbell made me be sure that the security hadn’t improved that much. I still
needed to get inside, and the ruse we used that day wasn’t available thus… The
girl’s name was Paulette? (…) Her black eyes looked bigger after I finished
wrapping the Elastoplast over her mouth, and since the rope I used on her was
also white, and so was her underwear, it made quite a contrast with her black
skin…
I was lucky, the
place was holding a gala event, to get money for their bills obviously, and all
security personnel were focused on a section of the ground floor, leaving the
back doors and the upper floors barely attended. Tinkerbell gave me a list of
nightshift nurses that were black like me and more or less of my age. You know
Tinkerbell, half an hour or less of hacking into the totally dull-life-lady and
she knew exactly what to put in the text message she sent her… and thus I
managed to meet a slightly enraged gal in the parking lot. It was really easy
for me to force her into my car and drive away… the security in that place
still sucks and don’t let me talk about lightless spots everywhere!
At a short
distance of the hospital there was this alley… off went her light blue uniform,
in went the ropes and the Elastoplast and… the injection. I had like half a
dozen shots of this powerful and harmless narcotic with me, once she was out I
put the panties back in place and closed the lid of that stolen car, giving her
age and weight I had like three hours before she awoke. I went back to the
hospital and started to look around; to be able to remove Xandelle from there I
needed a wheelchair and to deal with the security cameras. There weren’t many,
but I wasn’t able to hide my face so even with the wig, lens and the fake teeth
I was wearing, I wanted to be sure that there wouldn’t be any image of mine for
the cops. Right then it was almost midnight and the party was almost over (…)…’
Her sudden
silence struck me oddly, and the face she was making wasn’t exactly an
interesting one. She seemed… uncertain…
‘Look man;
remember when you told me and my sister and the others that story about you,
Danny Boyd and the bus full of bikini clad babes?’
‘It DID happen
ok? The organizers of that contest must have paid a truckload of money for the
girls, all fourteen of them!, to not say a word to anyone… police included. But
it did happen! Right as we were trying to flee Las Vegas after that failed…’
‘I do not
doubt your word! Jocasta found a confidential agreement between (the) two girls
(you gave us the name) and **************** Co., and another peek at the bank account
used on that deal found fourteen other payments made on the same day…’
‘Fourteen? But
I told you that they were fourteen! Not sixteen!’
‘Among those
sixteen names only two did not belong to a girl between 18 and 24…’
Of course, the
driver and the ‘mother’ of those girls…
‘Ok, Selma and
Larrabie… right?’ – She nodded – ‘So you know that the story that everybody
took for an incredibly bold tall tale of mine was true…’
‘Well… You
know how I like to bind and gag chicks, right?’
‘That’s your
business, not mine (…)? Did you end up…?’
‘Seven dames,
in about two hours, and only one of them was white like you.’
‘And all
were…?’
‘Please! The
security station dame was a bit fat, one of the nurses was twice my age and the
white lady had a big nose. But, I agree that the other nurses (including the
one I was ‘impersonating’) were pretty, while Xandelle and her cousin…’
I took a good
look at Xandelle in the pic behind me.
‘Does her
cousin…?’
‘Better legs,
smaller bust and quite an attitude!’
‘Ok, I promise
that I will not think that it was a dream or a fantasy or a big fat lie or
whatever, it happened… but how it went?’
‘I confess
that I got lucky. The hospital had to cut expenses here and there, hence the charity
event, and when the party was finally over the night watchmen were down from
eight to four (they couldn’t afford more), plus the dame I found monitoring
everybody through the cameras when I went there past 01 AM. She started to say
something like ‘You’re not supposed to be here’ (or the likes) and I had her
knocked out cold, down to her white shirt and panties, balled-up and gagged (with
her own black tie) in thirty. A spray in the face, a couple of jabs and she was
out for the night with an injection, I still had four. Next I saw where the
guys were and had to put down two of them with two more injections, I used
their own zip cuffs on them and…’
‘And nobody
saw you?’
‘It was
already almost 2 AM! I lured one with the old trick of ‘Quick follow me!’ and
the other was already sleeping on duty…’
Obviously she
had to make sure that these two guys were out for the count, but she’s into
restraining chicks, not dudes, and she doesn’t like to talk about it when it
happens. Me? I just don’t like when she gets into too many details about how
she restrained this or that gal, so she didn’t said more about them nor did I
press on the subject…
‘And I left
them both under the beds of the vacant rooms I left each one of them. At the
moment I had like one hour, while probably just the half of it, before their
absence was noticed. So I went on a bee line to Xandelle’s room, but as I was
about to enter the elevator (it’s a small hospital, specialized on eyes only
and all that, but it still has three floors), this nurse comes out of nowhere
asking me if I had seen ‘Bud’ (the second of the night watchmen). I did knew
why she was after him, but as soon as she made the question she paused, took a
good look at me and asked me ‘Who are you?’. I tried to say that I was a ‘new
one’ but she cut me short saying that with the hospital on its ropes ‘no one
was being hired, just fired’, and went out to call security…’
‘And you had
to use another injection… where were you keeping them?’
‘I was leading
a cart, one of those with many drawers to carry the medicine for many patients
at once, with the syringes on the top drawer, my gun in the drawer underneath,
rolls of Elastoplast, microfoam tape and coils of rope on the other drawers…
what?’
I was
laughing, smirking actually, at the idea…
‘You turned a
medication cart into a bondage ‘do-it-yourself’ cart?’
At first she
made an angry look, and then she smiled.
‘Yeah, I think
I did it… I knew I would have to deal with Xandelle and Noemi…’
‘Who?’
‘Her cousin, I
already told you that the girl’s name is Noemi. I knew that I would have to
restrain her and also a nurse, and the guards, in order to be able to take
Xandelle with me, and I couldn’t count with ‘improvised materials’ every step
of the way. Since carry a lot of ‘tying stuff’ with me on my hands or in a bag
or a sack would be suspicious…’
‘Not as suspicious
as pushing a medication cart around past 2 AM?’
‘And why do
you think I ended up having to bind and gag nurse number three?’
‘A calculated
risk?’ – I asked a bit incredulous.
‘Yes, when I
got there I had nothing but what I could carry in that uniform with me. After I
got rid of the cameras… I knew I was forgetting something! I had asked for
Tinkerbell’s help, and I used it to the fullest! After I overpowered that
chubby lady I put a pen drive there, punched a few keys and did other stuff
that she told me to do. All the images of the past hour of the security cameras
were gone in a few minutes, and nothing was being recorded. So I went outside,
back to my car and grabbed a backpack, then I returned inside with and emptied
its contents in the cart…’
‘Back to the
second nurse, she was the old one?’
‘In her 50’s,
close to her 60’s and she could get some more meat over her bones… not a sickly
looking thin person, but one month of a diet as in a movie, ‘Supersize
something’ and she would be better. But one moment she was barking orders and
demands at me, and in the next she was all ‘Pleeeeease
don’t hurt me!!!’, and I forced her to get into one of the rooms and, as I
tied her up, I told her what she would later tell to the police and the press;
‘Never sent a thief to do the job of a hired gun’.’
‘And she?’
‘What else?
She didn’t understood what I meant with that and was asking, almost demanding,
an explanation about those words when I socked a balled up scarf inside her
mouth, and as the strips of tape went over her lower face she got increasingly
mad!’
‘Black
electrician tape?’’
‘And where
would I find it there? Microfoam, white and shiny as the rest of the stuff (well
almost, the rope wasn’t shiny) I used
on those dames (and guys). She was really mad when I anchored her to the bed
(some rope coming and going from her crossed ankles to one of the feet), but I
had no other troubles until I reached Xandelle’s room…’
‘What had
happened?’
‘Well, Noemi
turned off her cellphone, not even in the vibrating mode she put it, so she and
Xandelle could have a good night of sleep. The police got in touch with Noemi’s
mother, who then tried to get in touch with her daughter and failed, but she
remembered (or had it written down) the phone number of the doctor who’d do ‘the
procedure’ on Xandelle and got in touch with the guy, who was in his house in
************, and he got in touch with the hospital. The problem is that
Noemi’s mother didn’t told him, or at least failed in doing it, about what was
going on; he thought that it was some sort of family problem, not a police one.
Only when he got a phone call from them is
that he got in touch with the hospital and now (then) he meant
business…’
‘Why?’
‘Come one…
Past midnight, there’s a hospital crew stretched to the limit and this old lady
from Louisiana calls demanding to get in touch with her daughter and niece…
What would you do if it was you the one that has to make a decision?’
‘I would send
a nurse to the girls’ room…’
‘But if it was
the police calling and demanding to talk with them…?’
She grinned as
I made the ‘obvious!’ face, in this case I would have made it a security
matter, and would find out about the missing night watchmen and the bound,
gagged and drugged one inside the security room, and then all the cops in a five
mile radius would ‘zero in’ the hospital. Which was exactly what was passing in
her mind when it happened, or the woman in front of me wasn’t Nora!
‘I got out of
the elevator, pulling the cart with me and this nurse gets out of the only room
with a light ‘on’, she says ‘don’t worry this’ and ‘don’t worry that’ and
closes the door and starts to rush towards me, I ask her what is going on and
she answers me: ‘The police called Dr. Thurston and they are at the black
girl’s home, some people broke in and they were not very anxious to be arrested
by the cops! They want her…’ and then she looked at me, didn’t recognized me
and made the inevitable question: ‘Hey, who are you and what are you doing with
a medication cart in the middle of the night?’
‘And she was
the only white woman you tied up that night?’
‘Yeah, six
years or more younger than me, late twenties to early thirties, short black
hair and a very big nose, very big indeed, hawkish-like. Anyway, I tied and
taped her up right away, the cameras were still out but she didn’t knew it and
kept making pleas with her head aimed at the one in front of us, and a quick
hogtie inside one of the rooms (that wasn’t empty, but the guy inside it was
snoring like Joe ‘Buzz’ Buslin!), and another injection to ensure that she
wouldn’t make enough noise to wake him up. I rushed to the room leaving the
cart behind me (I put the restraining stuff inside a bag that was now dangling
from my right shoulder) and holding a gun with my left hand… and what was sweet
and lovely Noemi doing when I barged in?’
‘(…) Hmmmm,
changing clothes?’
‘Exactly! She
had put on a flower patterned pajama to sleep, and now was only in her bra and
panties and struggling to put her ultratight black jeans trousers on. She
almost screamed when she saw me (and by the looks of it would be a banshee yell!), but soon she was on her
back, over Xandelle’s bed (and her legs), as I held my gun inches away from her
face and covered her mouth with the other hand. Xandelle (who had both eyes
covered with bandages) started to ask what was going on and I said ‘I am not
here to kill you, but you will have to come with me and I will bind and gag you
both for it to happen’, and she just asked if it had to do with what was going
at the company. My answer? ‘Like I know or care, I just don’t want to be
accessory to murder in a state with the death penalty. I am here to save mine
and your life…’, and then Noemi started to trash under me, but Xandelle ordered
her to stop. She said: ‘I had time to think and connect many dots, and now I
realize that I am not getting paranoid. Noemi, she could have killed us
already, so stop it now (you’re starting to hurt me!) and let her do it!’…’
‘And Noemi?’
‘Went limp
under me on the very next instant. We got off the bed and I did a quick, but
pretty… stop with that face! I was being professional, but come on…’
‘You squashed
her breasts…’
‘When they’re
real and that big it’s even lovelier to watch the effect…’
Yeah, she’s a
perv sometimes…
‘Anyway, the
excuse was that I needed to trap her arms against her back, the same long white
rope that held her wrists crisscrossed was looped around her waist a couple of
times, and I had to take care of the upper arms as well, and since it wasn’t my
fault that both dames are well endowed, as you can see behind you, and she is
the ‘winner’…’
‘You squashed
her breasts… bare or still covered by the bra?’
‘I am not that perverted… It was pink by the way…
Her legs were already partially trapped with her trousers, so I only added a
bit of rope over her knees and linked her no longer freed ankles to her waist,
next I turned to Xandelle. She asked: ‘Hands in front or behind?’, and I
answered: ‘None, stand up’. Puzzled, and obviously still a bit weak due to what
was left of the drug she had taken for the operation, she did so and received
the last dose of whatever was that stuff. There was a wheelchair in the room, I
put her there and, after cinching every knot holding Noemi (and resisting the
urge to add more) I left the room, you know that joke (for us that is) about somebody
taking an elevator ‘down’, and as soon as the door’s close the other elevator
(who was coming ‘up’) arrives and the police storms the place? Well, they were
just two rookies doing patrol, but you…’
‘But how could
you manage to escape?’
‘Because two
of the night watchmen were missing, the door to the room were the monitors of
the security cameras stood was locked (and when they got inside it, and found
and freed that fat dame, they took twenty minutes to get all the stuff back
on), the parking lot wasn’t closed with a wall or a fence, and both remaining
watchmen were busy trying to get inside the security room! A complete
uncoordinated situation!’
‘Lucky you…’
‘Sometimes,
it’s not that bad to be lucky…’
‘And
Xandelle?’
‘I took her,
in the back seat, to where I had parked my getaway car. No one around to watch
me dump a black beauty, wearing only an hospital gown, inside its trunk and
then making sure that she wouldn’t be able to free herself or move, just
wriggle (and just a little at that), but she would not be in pain mind you, on
her side with her hands tied to her knees and some more wrapping to make her a
lusciously tight package of human flesh, yeah, I took my time with her... But I
wasn’t that mean, I carefully reinforced the bandages over her eyes and had a
fluffy pillow for her head ready to be used…’
‘And now?’
‘Tinkerbell
has a friend who owes her big, really
really big, almost in ‘LIFE size big’. Said friend has this place, this clinic,
where she’s being well cared for and will be kept sedated until I drop by to take
her away free her for once and for all, somewhere. And this friend even managed
to convince a friend of hers, a registered ophthalmologist, to take a look at
Xandelle’s eye… (…) What? What’s going on?’
‘Do NOT
turn your head around, keep looking forward, now!’
She did as I
told her and I kept looking at scene behind her. I told her that she didn’t
need to tease me about Noemi’s gorgeous features, I had seen two or three
interviews with her just that day, and right now, there was the 21 years old
girl talking with Moe…
We both
reached the same conclusion that Moe did, and was he unpleased because of that!
It wasn’t unusual that former strippers that had worked at Moe’s told their
families about the unusual clientele of the place (roughly ¼ to 1/3 cops, out
of duty or retired, a few common guys and the rest people like me and Nora),
but even they knew that the place was off limits to anything that involved the
police in an official way…
And either
Zara or Louise had told Noemi to come, after they had a talk with Nora. The
blabbermouth was Zara who, slightly better attired than the usual, was looking
at Moe (and Noemi) and then at me (or rather at the back of Nora’s head) from
the place she stood at the entrance of the backstage area.
‘The idiot!
Wave at her and make her come here, now!’
I did it, and Zara
(BTW, her real name is Sue Ellen) just signaled ‘One moment’ to Moe, who
mouthed an enraged ‘alright’, and came to our table. She looked like a little
girl caught stealing the cookie jar, but before she could say anything (as soon
as she was standing at our side), Nora ordered her to kiss me and look at me.
And thus, as I
hoped her boyfriend wasn’t a big guy and of the jealous kind…, that skimpy
bikini dressed black dame bent over and we shared quite the kiss, the guys
around cheered me as Moe held Noemi saying that Zara had to ‘talk to her
boyfriend first’. As we finally finished it, I pretended to say something to
Zara as Nora told her:
‘I can give
you live proof that Tia is alright this very night, I can even take you to
where she is if you don’t mind a ride inside a car’s trunk while tied,
blindfolded and gagged… but you better follow my instructions to the letter if
you don’t want you and that babe behind me to be ‘absent’ for the next week, or
more!’
Yeah,
‘Xandelle’’s real name is Tia. So Nora gave Zara the script she was supposed to
follow for her conversation with Noemi, Zara gave me another hot kiss and off
she went to talk to Noemi. As expected, Noemi didn’t liked what she heard but a
quick look around made her understand that Zara was right, and she thanked her
and left.
To put it
simple, she told her that the gal who had kidnapped her cousin had a boyfriend
and that said boyfriend wasn’t exactly ‘thrilled’ with her latest job, but he
would never take the chance to meet her in a place with so many cops around… So
Zara would get in touch with him (again) and they would arrange a meeting.
To pass the
time I told Nora of my recent exploits in Japanese soil, and though it wasn’t
exactly a beautiful tale, even less remotely fun, she ended it up with one of
her famous heartily laughters, and I looked at my watch and saw that a good
chunk of an hour had passed, so I went to meet my ‘girlfriend’ (and Moe) in the
backstage…
Moe was easy
to deal with, we assured him that ‘damage control’ was already in motion and
that Nora would ‘punish’ Zara accordingly, he told me that he didn’t liked it
since her ‘punishments’ usually left a lot of rope marks, but I told him that
being forced to not show up for a few days would be part of Zara’s punishment
and he agreed (as long as we didn’t told Zara that, of course). And next I met
my ‘girlfriend’…
…And Louise,
her very jealous fiancée…
(…)
Why am I so
unlucky?
Yeah, I was
hoping to end that night sleeping with Zara in my arms…
Anyway, Louise
was fuming mad thanks to the two almost pornographic kisses me and Zara had
shared, but I told her that I wasn’t supposed to be seen in LA unless I had a
good reason for that, next we both took a good look at Zara and I said: ‘You
have to agree that she is a very good reason to be in town…’. Using that
opening Zara cornered Louise, and soon the blonde girl agreed to let me and
‘my’ girlfriend have a small talk in a corner of the backstage (just in case my
nonexistent followers saw us), but that she did not need to worry since we
would be talking about basketball, and hand in hand off we went. And me and
Zara pretended to be doing that kind of small talk in whispers, as we discussed
who could ended up being the MVP this year, until I told her what were the
plans for the rest of the night… She didn’t like them one bit.
But, since Nora
would actually pay her 10K for the inconvenience, and loss of work days, and
the many rope marks would be able to transfer whatever meanness Moe had aimed
at her (at the moment) to Nora… she nodded.
About the time
I returned to my table Nora was gone, and half an hour later she texted me a
message with Zara and Louise’s address. I had a few phone calls to make, so I
only arrived there like two hours after that. Nora opened the door for and off
we went to the bedroom of that apartment in *************.
Zara and
Louise were there, and Nora was already playing with them. I’ll explain, both
girls were naked and kneeling over their large king-sized bed, but while the
white and blonde Louise had been bound with black rope and gagged with black
tape, the black goddess Zara was writhing (softly) in her white restraints and
with any protest well muffled by the white strips of tape that were placed in
an ‘X’ frame over her lips (Louise’s gag was covering her face from down her
nostrils to below her chin).
‘So far
you-know-who is sure that Noemi is really on her own, no police back-up or
whatever. We can use the fire escape if they are following her without her
realizing it, but you-know-who is checking that too in the police ‘radar’, and
so far nothing.’
She knelt on
the bed and started adding even more rope on Louise well restrained body, Zara
was in a light kneeling hogtie while her lover was with twice or thrice more
rope than the really necessary over her limbs to restrain her ‘properly’.
‘But why did
you…’
‘They started
to argue about Tia; Zara wanted to meet her ASAP even if that meant doing the
ride I told her she would have to, Louise was adamantly against it and so… We
sort of ambushed her, two against one
and none of them actually wanted to hurt the other, and neither did I. After we
were done with Louise, who didn’t put much of a fight in the first place, Zara
started to make too many questions and demands so… ’
That didn’t
explained why they were naked, or why did Louise seeming to be actually cool
about being naked and helpless with a guy like me in the room.
None of my
business I said to myself, and so we spent the next twenty minutes doing small
talk, the two of us with the girls occasionally nodding their heads or looking
at us in a ‘what?’ kind of way. Nora and I reassured them that no one would
ever believe that they were willing participants of that night’s events,
supposing that somebody ended up learning about them, and thanks to the girls’
big begging eyes and an opening of mine, their payment was amped up to 12K,
each.
By the time
Zara’s phone warned us that she had a new text message, which meant that Noemi
was already inside the building, the only white person in the room was in no
way able to move but her eyelids, and she was being blindfolded as Nora spoke
to her!
‘Here’s the
deal, no sound and I will do my best to set you both free tonight… make a sound
and I’ll take you three with me to this places I know; one will spend her
captivity under the effect of powerful drugs, no damage whatsoever to her body
but she will sleep for days under the proper care! Another will spend that much
time as my personal toy, and the irritating blonde babe who packs a punch like
a toddler will be the newest non-consensual player of a place I know very well!’
Don’t worry,
she does know that place but they all pretend to be there against their will.
She might be slightly pervert with some of her victims, but I know my friends…
‘Will you
behave?’
She nodded
eagerly, and I went to the door, to let Noemi get inside.
She, of
course, was surprised to see me. She entered the apartment looking around for
the girl who had told her to drop by, and when she tried to turn on the light
of the living room I prevented her. I might not be a tall guy, but I am a
strong one…
‘Where’s
Zara?’
‘She and her
wife/fiancée are a bit ‘tied up’ at the moment…’
‘You! It’s
youummmpppphhhh!’
My gloved hand
was now over her mouth, and she was lying on her back over the sofa doing her
best to free her two hands from my grip. And she still didn’t show any sign of
fear in her big black eyes. My kind of lady…
‘Here is the
deal; I have brought a DVD with me that both you and Zara will be watching in a
few minutes. But before that happen I have to make sure that you won’t try
anything, including screaming ‘Help!’ at the top of your lungs…’
She nodded.
First thing first, ensure the silence. A balled up scarf inside her mouth and
another scarf wrapped around her head three times before a good knot was made.
Next I took care of her arms. She was wearing black trousers, really tight ones
(the ones she was trying to put when Nora invaded that hospital room?), her
T-shirt seemed to be one or two numbers smaller than it should be (and was dark
blue) and over it was a black leather jacket. Off went the jacket; in went lots
of white rope (guess who had given me the supplies?), until all she could was
sit with her hands in her lap, and thanks to the rope connecting her bound
hands and knees and the one wrapped (a bit too freely) under and over her ample
bust there was no way she could lift them (or bend over to have her mouth
within her fingers’ reach). Since I had done it all with she standing, and then
sitting on the floor, it was up to me to carry her to the sofa (she was really
giving me all the death stares she could) after I added some (white of course)
tape over her gag. I went to the bedroom, and returned with Zara in my arms. Nora
had undone the hogtie and replaced it with a similar tie-up to the one she had
told me (in details) to give to Noemi. Basically what she had done (over Zara’s
incredible curves) with tape was the same stuff I had used rope to achieve on
Noemi’s body…
Two gorgeous
black girls almost reduced to rope/tape mummies…
WHAT A
WASTE!!!!
Anyway, I
turned the TV and DVD player on and…
‘Hello ‘No’,
hello ‘Z’, I trust you guys are looking like two human spools of rope at the
moment. Yeah, he’s crazy and a pervert, but he’s a nice guy and he is helping
me…’
Yeah, I was
going to be the bad guy if anything went wrong…
She looked
fine, really fine. She was sitting on a stool, hands bound in front (and
resting on her lap) but otherwise the full body shot didn’t showed any other
restraint. At her left (in the ‘mute’ mode) was a LED TV showing a
(pay-per-view only) basketball game (that had ended a couple of hours before)
while at the right tonight’s episode of some TV show was on in another LED TV.
Her underwear could be a little bigger, but who was I to complain? All in all
she seemed relaxed and fine…
‘There are
only a few things that I allowed to tell you both so here they go: Mr. Morris
is not the one behind my abduction, the culprits are Mr. Rey’ shady business partner’s rivals, they want him and Mr.
Rey out of the picture and believed that the mess my… current situation would cause would be enough for it to happen, as
it seemed they were right. Who are they? I don’t know. All I know is that
today, or was it yesterday?, I got the visit of an ophthalmologist. They got
the guy’s wife and sent him a picture of her in a similar situation of your current one as an incentive for him
to allow himself to be blindfolded and taken ‘here’, wherever ‘here’ is, and he
had all his tools and, so far, I can tell you that the operation was a success.
I will have to make more detailed exams but as far as I can tell, IT WORKED!!!!
(I am sooooo relieved!!!)
Anyway… ‘No’,
stop looking around and trying to find me, they showed me pictures of what they
can do to you if you keep on meddling with their business, you won’t get
actually hurt but, they’ll be sure that you won’t interfere anymore and… you’re
not a slut to like that kind of treatment, so stop it. ‘Z’, you’re still my
best friend, the best I ever had so please, the same goes to you. These guys, if
they snap their fingers any or both of you will simply disappear. In a way you
will be cared for, no physical violence against you in any way but… your
freedom and your whereabouts… will be up to them. Stop it, NOW. (…) They believe that they will be able to let me go in about
a week or even less. Send my love to everybody at home, ‘No’, will you? And
goodbye.’
The screen
went black, and they realized that I had gone to the kitchen and was back with
what looked like a glass of water and two straws.
‘The stuff I
put in the water is tasteless, but nothing will happen to you after you drink
it. You’ll sleep till past noon, just that. And then it’ll be up for you three
to find a way to free yourselves. You first, ‘troublemaker’, and don’t try to
scream…’
I put one of
the straws inside the glass and peeled of the tape, removed the scarf and the
packing and offered the straw to Noemi’s lips. She drank half of the glass and
was out even before I took the straw out of her mouth. Nora, who had passed me
the straws and the drugged water, came from the kitchen and started to undo
Noemi’s bonds as she told me to cut Zara off her restraints. The girls had a
guest bedroom and off Noemi went, in Nora’s arms, until she was resting over the
single bed of the small room.
‘And now?’ – I
asked.
‘Your job here
is over. You still have that address near that laundry shop?’
It was one of
my safe houses, not my home address.
‘Yes, why?’
‘Tomo… today
I’ll drop by and give you 20K for all your efforts… Zara… One hour?’
‘Can I have
two?’
‘Fine, I’ll
drop by today as well, after I leave his place, and you’d both get your share.’
‘Deal’ – said
a grinning Zara as she returned to her own room humming a happy tune.
Nora merely
grabbed me by an arm and took me out of the apartment.
‘What’s going
on?’
‘Well, Louise
might be younger, smaller and less imposing than Zara, but she’s the one that
call the shots in their relationship. Not exactly the dominant if you think
outside BDSM stuff. Zara just begged me some time to enjoy Louise’s
helplessness before I return there…’ – and she showed me a key (?) – ‘…and prepare them both for when Noemi wakes
up. Since I am going to spend the whole nights of today and tomorrow tying them
up and taking pictures, Moe’s fine with that, I thought ‘why not’?’
‘You are a
pervert, you know that?’
‘And you like
pizzas with the triple of onion, that fish and that horrible French cheese. And that incredibly spicy meatloaf you
are so proud of? And…’
Again with her
comments about my culinary preferences! But people seemed to find my food
tastes weirder than her sexual ones, not everybody but most of the people we
know, our families included (adult portion only, of course), so she always used
it as a diversionary tactic when she felt like I deserved it (which was
always)…
Anyway, we
parted ways (she’d have some coffee and a slice of a pie somewhere as she
waited for the two hours to pass) and she dropped at my place right after
lunch. I was short on money after my horrible trip so those 20 grand were more
than welcome; I made us a coffee and asked how things had gone with the girls
after she came back…
She merely
showed a picture, in her smart phone, of a Gordian knot holding three pairs of
hands in its middle! I pushed the picture aside and the next one showed all
three women (Louise, Noemi and Zara, in that order) tied over the large bed with
their arms above their heads and their legs intertwined (their feet were either
tied to another girl’s foot or to one of the front foot of the bed), they all
wore just their panties and were all cleave gagged rather lightly (she had to
put Louise and Zara to sleep as well). The last picture was of a cardboard sign
which reads: ‘It might take some effort from your part, perhaps more, but do it
well and knot falls on its own…’.
‘I put it on
the wall in front of the bed, held by with some tape. About twenty minutes
before I came here I called them, it took them like an hour or so, but the knot
eventually gave away and they could free each other… Noemi promised them that
she will behave, and both Louise and Zara are expecting that my visit tonight
doesn’t last long…’
And she
grinned so evilly… like Jerry (the mouse in the Tom & Jerry cartoons) after
his good fairy (who smiled the very same way) gave him the ways of dealing with
Tom in one of the cartoons. I almost felt sorry for the girls, but let’s face
it: one or two days as Nora’s binding toys, even three as it happened, is much
better than getting fired and be marked as a pair of ‘troublemakers’ by the majority
of the clientele at Moe’s…
Facts of life,
dude, simple facts of life... whatever they got from Nora, they deserved it.
And they both
seemed fine when I went to Moe’s a month and a half later. Louise did mouth
‘rascal’ at me, and something else at Nora, while Zara just gave me and Nora a
knowing smile. Me and Nora gave them generous tips that night…
But I never
saw the pictures though…
What happened
to everybody you ask? Nora is still Nora, a though as nail free-lancer that
gets any job done, with a devious attitude toward beautiful girls that crosses
her path. Tia was found sleeping in a park bench five days after Zara and Noemi
watched that DVD, she was fine and stood by Mr. Morris (‘A’) during the whole
scandal and after that; blamed by his newest ‘partner’ of having hired whoever
kidnapped Tia, and with all the evidences that Morris had gathered against him
in the hands of the State’s Attorney, it didn’t took long for Mr. Rey (‘B’) to
enter the Witness Protection after he gave and told everything he had against
Carlos Machuto (‘C’) to State and Federal authorities; Zara and Louise were the
most beautiful female couple that got married when XX recognized their right to
do that, they worked a few more years at Moe’s but eventually they left; Noemi stayed
in LA and tried a lot of jobs while pursuing her Hollywoodian ambitions, but
effectively she only managed to cross Nora’s path on a semestrial basis because
of that… with the obvious results…
But those are stories for another day…