Chapter 13 -The Escape
The service in Jennie's house surpassed most five-star hotels. It
seemed like Scott had just hung up the telephone when there was a knock at the
door. Charles' courteous and respectful "Room service" was unmistakable. Scott
opened the door and stepped back to allow Charles to enter with his serving
cart.
Charles looked up from the handle of the cart and immediately knew something was
not right. This was the first time he had ever seen an unbound man in the house
who was not a member of the house staff.
Charles cautiously reached for the remote clipped to his belt, but Scott stopped
him.
"Charles, wait!" he said. "You can press that button any time you
want, but just hear me out."
"This better be good." Charles replied, keeping his hand on the remote.
"I'm sure you find it suspicious and strange that I'm free when only a
half hour ago I was a captive in Mistress Susan's room." Scott started.
"I said it had better be good. You haven't told me anything I don't
already know." Cautioned Charles.
"Okay. I'll cut to the chase. Your boss kidnapped me from my house
this morning and brought me here. I had never seen her before in my life. I
want to escape, and I need your help." Scott blurted out. "I figured you were
my best bet based on what you told me earlier in the hall."
"First of all, I'm certain that this is just one of Mistress Jennie's
tests, and second, I never said anything in the hall earlier, understand?"
Charles said with a nod and a glance down toward the remote.
"Look, I can prove it to you." Said Scott, ignoring the empty threat.
"I doubt it. How?" said Charles incredulously.
"Have you ever seen Mistress Jennie bound and gagged?" asked Scott
confidently.
"Yeah, right." Laughed Charles.
"Have you ever seen any Mistress in the house bound and gagged?" Scott
pressed.
"Enough with the fairy tales. Move into the other room so that I can
prepare you for Mistress Jennie." Charles said, clearly tired of being played
the fool.
"Have it your way." Said Scott smiling.
As the two entered the suite from the foyer, Charles almost lost his
balance at the sight of Ross and his trio of captives. The three women were
putting on a great show. Each struggling and mmmpfffing like a pulp fiction
damsel. To increase the dramatic effect, Scott walked over to Jennie and
removed the hood. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, Jennie's eyes shot
daggers at Charles as she mmpffed orders at him until her face began to turn red
and tears welled up in her eyes. Charles knew that this was no act.
After allowing the picture to sink in, Scott laid out his plan.
"Ross and I can't get out of here without help." Scott explained. "You
said earlier that you'd help a guy who wasn't in here voluntarily. Well, Ross
and I fit that requirement to a tee."
"Okay, I may have said that, but I also said that I'd have to be certain
I wouldn't be punished." Charles said finishing Scott's thought.
"Exactly!" Scott said. "With Jennie and her two friends gone, you
wouldn't have to worry about them punishing you."
"Of course, you would probably want to quit your job" added Ross. "But
that's probably not such a bad thing anyway."
Charles appeared to consider it.
"What are you going to do with them?" he asked pointing to the women.
"If you leave them here, they'll just come after you. Jennie has resources and
connections that you wouldn't believe."
"Well, we can take them with us. It isn't any worse than what they did
to us." Scott answered.
"Actually, we haven't thought that far ahead." Ross conceeded. "I
think I would like to teach them a lesson or two, but ultimately we'll take
good care of them."
"If you're really that concerned, you're welcome to come with us and
watch over them." Scott offered.
"I would, but I've never done anything like this before." Said Charles
uncertainly.
Ross laughed. "Dude! What do you mean? You work HERE!"
"Look, when I signed up for this job, it was to push a cart, but this is
real kidnapping." He replied in a serious tone.
They all looked at one another in silence. Charles finally relented.
"Okay. I'm in."
Ross and Scott immediately began formulating the plan. They decided
that Charles would go to the supply room and bring back two large laundry carts.
He would also retrieve matching white uniforms for Ross and Scott, allowing them
to travel about the house less conspicuously.
Knowing the intimate details of the house, Charles provided the escape
route. The safest way out of the house was through the parking structure in
back. Nearly the entire route between Christen's suite and the garage could be
travelled in the hidden service halls, used only by the house staff. The
parking structure was where everyone parked their car, including Mistress
Jennie. Ross and Scott could take Jennie and Susan in Jennie's truck, and
Charles would take Christen in his SUV and follow them to Ross and Scott's
house.
While Charles was gone getting the laundry carts to help hide and
transport the women, Ross and Scott thoroughly searched the suite for anything
else that might assist their escape. The one problem that they hadn't solved
was how to truly silence the women during the trip between the suite and the
garage. Even the most effectively gagged captive, could make enough noise to be
heard a few feet away. Besides, any movement within the laundry carts would be
certain to attract attention.
Mostly they found restraints and "torture" toys, but under the sink in
the bathroom they found the perverbial cork to plug the hole in their plan:
chloroform. It wasn't actually "chloroform", but rather some type of designer
derivative. It came in a little kit along with a mask for administering the
drug, a dosage regulator, and complete instructions for safely, yet effectively,
rendering someone unconcious. By the time Charles returned, Ross and Scott had
administered enough to keep the ladies sleeping for at least an hour.
They worked in near silence to pack up the women for the trip to the
garage. All three women's gags were removed to avoid impairing their breathing.
Susan and Jennie were placed gently into the canvas bags of the laundry carts.
Linens were piled on top of them except for the area above their faces. A
single sheet was used to conceal their heads while minimizing any unnecessary
breathing obstruction.
Christen was folded into a hogtie and placed on the lower shelf of the
champagne cart. A sheet naturally covered the entire cart, concealing it's
lovely and previously dangerous contents.
Ross and Scott wasted no time changing into service personnel, and the
three began to make their way to the garage. They figured that the first ten
yards would be the most troublesome, but they managed it without incident. The
parade of white left the suite and went ten yards down the hall. Charles, using
a key provided only to house personnel, opened an unmarked door that concealed a
vast network of interior halls reserved for the house staff. Once inside the
service hall, they breathed a collective sigh of relief. From there, it was
more or less a straight shot to the garage.
The halls were long and white, not unlike the interior of a hospital.
Charles lead them to within sight of the garage doors, when Doug, the butler
stepped out from one of the intersecting halls. He began to cross their path in
front, to continue down the intersecting hall, when he recognized Charles and he
backed up to talk with him.
"Hey, Charles, did everything work out with the delivery to Mistress
Susan?" Doug asked.
Scott, bringing up the rear, kept his head down to avoid being
recognized.
"Yeah, no problem. Only, no tip, as usual." Charles answered, trying
to be nonchalante.
"My shift is up in ten minutes. Could I catch a ride with you tonight?"
Doug inquired. "I'm only a couple of minutes out of your way."
Thinking quickly, Charles replied "I can't. I pulled a second shift
teaching the new guys the ropes. You know that chef's assistant, Missy, that
you're so hot for? I think her shift ends in ten, as well. You should bum a
ride off of her. She lives on the same side of town, and it would give you a
reason to finally talk to her, if you can catch her before she leaves."
"Excellent idea! I'm out of here." said Doug excitedly as he began to
turn away.
Just as Doug took his first step toward the kitchen, Jennie let out a
throaty groan as her chloroform began to faulter.
"What the hell was THAT?" Doug asked as he immediately turned 180
degrees to face Charles.
Ross and Scott almost fainted, but Charles didn't miss a beat.
"It's Mistress Jennie's version of a 'to-go' order. That's why they I
ended up with the extra shift. I'm supposed to show these two newbies how to
load Mistress Jennie's truck." Charles said gesturing back to Ross and Scott.
Doug glanced at the laundry bags, then at the clock, then back to
Charles. To Ross and Scott, time seemed to be moving in slow motion, until Doug
spoke.
"Bummer. I've got to run. You'll have to tell me about this one
tomorrow." He said as he turned and began to trot toward the kitchen.
"Well, maybe not tomorrow, but definitely the next time I see you."
Charles said after him.
Glancing behind him, Charles picked up the pace and burst through the
door into the garage. Charles grabbed two sets of keys and a pair of
walkie-talkies from the unmanned valet desk, and tossed one of each to Ross.
They synchronized the radios to a secure channel while en route to Charles' SUV.
Ross and Scott then split off from Charles and took their laundry bags
to Mistress Jennie's truck. All three women were safely loaded and secured when
the two vehicles pulled onto the tree-lined Northbrook street. As they drove,
Ross, Scott and Charles felt pretty good about the redistribution of power that
was taking place - moving the power from the affluent Northbrook to the
decidedly lower class neighborhoods around the University campus.
