Help Wanted

                               Help Wanted - Chapter 21

       By the time I loaded my cargo into my car and cleared the airport, it was getting dark. My passenger hadn't said one word since she discovered the door lock on her side didn't work. As far as I was concerned, no rental was capable of supplying my particular needs. Uta was in for more shocks if she started playing games with me. The trunk had been modified to hold those folk who gave me an inordinate amount of trouble. The green-eyed monster, as I began to think of her, was on her way to finding out just how uncomfortable it was to ride in the trunk, bound and securely gagged. The first time she started to fiddle with the stations on my radio, I slapped her across the side of the head and warned the teen to stay on her side of the car, or suffer the consequences. She glared at me, shook her head and sighed.

       It was all quiet on both fronts for the next twenty miles. I almost forget she was sitting beside me. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash that distracted me from keeping my eye on the road. Uta had somehow smuggled a pack of cigarettes into her leather bolero jacket and was lighting up. Before she could take the first deep drag my fist made contact with her temple and knocked her ass over teakettle in a sense. Her lighter went one way, her lit cigarette another. Still driving with only one hand and only fifty percent of my mind on the task of keeping the car on the road, I yelled at her to find the cigarette and snuff it out before I broke her face. To make sure she understand just how pissed off I was, she took another shot, this time splitting her lip. She got the message and scrambled around to retrieve the butt and extinguish it.

       She was quiet while yours truly warned her that any further trouble from her would mean into the trunk for the rest of the trip. That took the wind out of her sails for a time, but like most teenage hotties who normally got their way, Uta went back to teasing me. I was too busy making sure we didn't get lost to pay much attention to her. It was her giggle that got my attention. There no more than a few feet from me was Uta's shaved pussy in all its splendor. The fat lips were held apart by a couple of her fingers, while the thumb of her other hand was teasing her clit that was in the process of waking up from its latest slumber. Evidently what happened at the airport wasn't enough for my little package of teasing and trouble. She looked up at me and grinned.

       "Maybe this will get you in a better mood. Bet you'd like to lick my little bud that just woke up and wants to play, wouldn't you? Perhaps you'd like to do more than look and lick, I know your type."

        For some odd reason despite the feast she was setting out for me, all I could focus on was that ring in her navel. Suddenly she yelled and without thinking I swerved the car back across the lane marker I'd just crossed. Ignoring everything that was happening in the seat next to me, I searched for some place to get off the road and take care of Uta, but good! A few minutes later there was a turn-off that put me onto a winding road that ultimately would carry us into a small town. It was pitch dark by now and I dimmed the lights and drove slowly. We were in farm country and I had the choice of places to get off the road and take care of my German problem. I made my selection and parked. We were in darkness and off in the distance you could see the lights of the small town.

       Uta decided that she needed to pee, which was fine with me. I let her out of the car only after she stripped from the waist down, including her boots. She wouldn't get too far in her bare feet and when I caught her I was going to beat Uta senseless, no matter what else happened. My nasty streak kicked in and so I decided to allow my package to pee while squatting with her hands clasped and held behind her neck. It was fairly apparent that she did need to void the contents of her bladder. I watched and waited for her to finish. That done I announced she had used up my patience and was going to finish the trip in the trunk of my car. She countered by offering me a blow job. When I turned that down she upped the ante to some pussy provided I used a condom.

       That did it! Into the trunk she went after a quick, enjoyable and very uneven struggle. I got a handful of very firm teen tit for my troubles before cuffing her hands behind her back. I wasn't in one piece after ten years plus in this business by being stupid when it came to handling suspects, cheats and just plain crazies. Long ago one nice, little, middle-aged lady took a chunk out of my forearm while I was trying to calm her down. That never happened again. For Uta, it was the canvas bag. It went over her head including her long tresses and once locked, it effectively muffled her complaints. I managed a few good gropes while wrestling her into the trunk of my car. A couple of plastic ties like they used on pallets took care of any kicking she might have planned. The air holes were intact, protecting my precious cargo from  suffocating on the trip. I closed her up and minutes later were were back on the road. I took her bikini panties as a souvenir of our little tryst. The rest of the drive was routine and I arrived at the hospital with Uta alive and well despite her cramped quarters.

       I entered the two story building and was confronted by a burly guard seated at the console. It didn't take more than ten minutes before a guy in a white coat with a stethoscope, followed by a couple of flunkies made an appearance,  wheeling what looked like something designed to handle gas bottles. The "doctor" asked me to remain in the lobby while they picked up the patient they had been expecting. I flipped him my key ring and told them the hardware on her was mine and I expected it to remain in my car trunk. One of his minions grinned and whispered something to one of his buddies who laughed, an evil laugh if I ever heard one. While they were taking care of business I forked over some paperwork that the guard proceeded to read, nodding occasionally.

       He finally picked up the phone and announced my presence to some higher-up. A few minutes later a tall brunette arrived, perhaps mid-thirties in a business suit that was struggling to confine what lay beneath.  She smiled and extended her hand that soon disappeared in mine. She thanked me profusely for bringing Uta where she could get some help for her problem. In my mind the trouble-making teenager was naked, hanging by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling of the cell where I was softening her up with my trusty rubber truncheon. I was getting ready to pound those big firm tits into crepes when my day dream was interrupted by my hostess. She handed me an envelope with my name on it and explained she was to make sure my fee was paid in full once the girl was delivered. I checked the contents, thanked her and prepared for the long drive home. Uta, now naked, in a straitjacket, a ball gag silencing her and strapped to the metal carrier, was being wheeled away from my car, the trunk open with my keys in the lock. It was odd that the teen would be handled in this manner. She may have been a ball buster, but not to that degree. I put any more thoughts of Uta out of my mind and got into the car to discover her bikinis were missing. It was not cause for making any trouble, especially in an area like this. I could just see the expression on some local cop's face as I told him  someone stole my bikini panties from me.

       It was back to chasing cheating spouses of both kinds. It must have been the season, but business was brisk and lucrative for yours truly. My latest case involved a husband and wife who were each cheating on the other. They were in their mid-thirties, had no children and never met a cock or cunt that they didn't like. The husband was in real estate which gave him plenty of opportunities to do more than show clients houses. His wife ran a small business that provided temporary workers for various firms. She was still rather attractive and quite often she made sales the old fashioned way, by fucking the customer silly, be it male or female. Her latest conquest was a couple who used her services quite often, and not just as a procurer of temporary workers. They got together at their place and I had a field day photographing the three of them doing the nasty and nastier. The husband and wife also took almost as many pictures as I did, showing them coupling in various exotic and erotic positions with the lady in question.

       The husband was a closer in more ways than one. The more attractive the couple the harder he worked for them. Naturally he was always homing in on the little lady, usually still well put together but getting a bit tired of the old in and out from her less than attentive husband. He nailed more pussy than houses on a typical week's work. It didn't hurt that he was hung like a horse and knew how to use his tool. In three weeks I had a sheaf of photos with him showing his female clients just how eager he was for a sale. All good things must come to an end and so it was with this pair. He screwed the wife of a friend of a friend. She in turn was also involved in a girl-girl with his wife. The two wives compared notes and all hell broke loose. However it didn't end the way things usually did in my world. The two of them took a two month vacation and screwed themselves senseless with anyone that even gave them a glance. That convinced them to stay together and have an open marriage. I missed the big money on those two, but one can't win them all.

       Even with my busy schedule there was time for Marsha and her very interesting daughter. Marsha almost wet her panties when I called her. She wasted no time telling me her daughter, Ellen, had arrived and was chomping at the bit for some hard cock. She added that a threesome was on the horizon if everyone behaved themselves. The following evening after taking some incriminating photographs, I wandered over to see Marsha. She was fresh from the shower and ready to soak the sheets. We went upstairs and got busy. Once more I was convinced that this woman was ideal for most men in their forties and beyond. Hell, she was great for me and forty was still not even something yours truly was thinking about these days. We did this and we did that until we needed a break. After a shower we got busy and had more sex with Marsha on top and doing a lot of the heavy lifting. We were taking another break when Ellen breezed in and introduced herself. She was as advertised.

       Marsha wasted no time telling her daughter that she was very late and would not stand for that type of behavior. I couldn't believe my eyes as the college graduate began to unbutton, unzip, unhook and finally slip off her bikini panties to reveal a small tattoo just to the left of her shaved cleft. Then she clasped her hands behind her neck and spread her legs to show everything she had. Marsha smirked and patted my cock which was stiffening quickly at the sight of this well built brunette with a set of tits that were big, round, firm and very very real. Then mom took center stage.

       "You know the drill. That ass of yours needs a good tanning and my friend here is just the man to do it. If you're a good little cock teaser I might even let him fuck you once he's done turning that cute tush of yours into mush. Now assume the position and you better not move or you'll get a double dose and no cock afterwards."

       Ellen leaned over the seat in front of the mirror, giving me a great view of that fine looking ass and those great tits that in this position were like low-hanging fruit from a tree. Marsha opened a drawer in the small chest of drawers by the bed and retrieved a wicked looking wooden paddle. It had gotten plenty of use prior to this evening, and Ellen's ass was going to get a renewed taste of what it felt like. My stiff cock almost got in the way, but after one or two whacks I got into a nice groove and began battering those rounded and very firm ass cheeks as the girl winced and shook her butt after each blow landed. My cock was like a bar of steel after I delivered a dozen solid blows to Ellen's tush. It was then that I noticed the droplets of pussy juice appearing on her shaved pussy lips. She wasn't the first partner that responded this way to a sound thrashing, and no doubt would not be the last.

       Marsha suggested that Ellen join her and yours truly on the bed and get to know each other. My dick was so hard it throbbed. Before I knew it, Ellen's dripping cunt was descending onto my face while Marsha had begun to suck my hard cock, warning that I better not go off until she had a turn on the stallion. Fortunately our previous exercising had taken some of the physical starch from me, even though the mental part was operating full blast. It was evident that Ellen hadn't had any action in quite some time. She'd broken up with her last boyfriend a couple of weeks before finals, and after that she was too busy to hook up with another fuck buddy. It was going to be a very interesting evening and then some. I was already wondering if Marsha and Ellen were going to do some girl-girl for yours truly. I wasn't to be disappointed. Eating pussy is not high up on my list of things to do, but considering the opportunity to get my hands on Ellen gave me a degree of enthusiasm for eating her pussy like I meant it.

       Martha took the direct approach. Despite having me all to herself for the last few hours,  she was greedy for more. Without even asking, she fed my hose monster into her wet, relatively tight snatch and locked it in place with a satisfied grunt. This woman was insatiable, lucky me! It was going to be a rough trip since the weight of Ellen's pussy and ass was keeping me from getting any leverage. My lady did show me some relief by doing squats on my rigid rammer, which she liked to call it on occasion. Ellen on the other hand was showing me no mercy. She was obviously still smarting over the paddling I gave her, so she was getting some revenge. Now I truly knew the meaning of getting some face time. Martha began rotating her plump body around and around my flagpole and the more pressure she applied, the closer I came to delivering a load of hot cum.  This put me in a precarious position. If I nutted into Martha and left Ellen high and dry, I was out of luck when it came to cultivating her hot-bodied offspring. What's a fella to do; that's exactly what I did.

       It took a superhuman effort, but yours truly managed to dislodge Marsha from my cock only seconds before it would have gone off inside that greedy twat. My hands reached out and pushed Ellen onto her back, causing Marsha to roll off the bed. It took only a few seconds for me to get on top and stick my broadsword into her dripping pussy. She gasped, then grabbed me and held on tight as I slammed her silly. Unfortunately my unruly dick took command and soon I was flooding Marsha's daughter with the contents of my churning balls. Her entire body went rigid for a time and I thought she was having some kind of a seizure. Then her mom began pummeling me from the backside, demanding my attention to her needs, which seemed to be endless. I was beginning to understand why she was without anyone steady. Who except a pornstar, a sex maniac or an oversexed teenager could possibly keep up with her needs? As it turned out, she and Ellen both found teenagers who could go all night, and often did. I, on the other hand, was banished from their fuck buddy list, which was just as well. It seems that once again the green-eyed monster from Germany had intruded into my life.

       My previous client, responsible for Uta the green-eyed pain in the butt, appeared one morning at my office with a sheaf of photos. He was not happy, livid might have been a better description. He flung them in my direction and threatened me with all sorts of trouble. Now usually when I hear these kinds of threats I ask the speaker to either calm down and explain his or her unhappiness or leave before I throw them out. Since he was doing everything but froth at the mouth, I decided to listen once he stopped hyperventilating. The first few words that came from him were in German which did not help matters much. I sat back and waited until he started talking in English. His story and the corroborating pictures made me realize I and possibly him had been had, not to mention the unfortunate that was playing the part of his niece.

       The fake Uta had been put through the meat grinder and she looked it. It was obvious that this was no normal hospital; more likely an asylum. This poor soul had been run through the mill including electroshock, hot and cold showers as she hung by her wrists for hours, colonoscopies, mammograms that turned her tits into crepes, a variety of enemas, forced ingestion of huge amounts of water that made her belly bulge like she was eight months pregnant with twins, sleep deprivation for days on end, not to mention forced fasting that left her looking like a skeleton. I also noticed that in none of the photos did any of the staff show their face. In fact even under a microscope, it probably wouldn't be able to identify just where the poor teenager was.  My former client began to look more and more like someone off the beaten path, not my usual bill of fare, unless he was dripping money. I was on the verge of choking the bastard when he spilled the beans, at least some of them.

       My client, Ernst, was not Uta's uncle, he was her fiance'! Now that was a surprise, so I sat back and listened to the rest of his tale of woe. It turned out that Uta's father owed him a rather large sum of money as the result of a poor business venture. In exchange for Uta as his bride, he would forgive the man his debt. The agreement was struck and all seemed to be going well until Uta began to suffer from minor mental problems which quickly grew to something serious. A number of physicians all suggested that she see a specialist located in the US. His treatment approach was considered radical, but it had yielded a number of good results. He came to America and met with the specialist who was very positive about successfully treating his financee"s condition. Unfortunately he would not be able to accompany Uta to the US hospital, which was the reason for hiring me to escort her there.

       Evidently Uta, despite their betrothal, had decided that Ernst was not marriage material. She had already become attached to a much younger man, Horst Heinkle, who he had mentioned previously. It was my guess that Horst had met Uta in New York. Then for some serious cash he substituted a reasonable facsimile of the teenager for the rest of the trip, including the hospital stay. That also began to trouble me. Just where did the double for Uta come? My Uta looked the same as this one except for the belly ring; Where Horst and Uta went afterward was anyone's guess? My client made the search a little more focused. He had kept tabs on his rival and knew he was on business in Las Vegas. I knew what was coming next and when he made me an offer, I asked for more just for the hell of it. Once that was settled, I suggested he get Uta's duplicate out of the hospital before they killed her. Meanwhile yours truly would head for Las Vegas and see what he could see, using my client's money.

                             (To be continued - lex ludite )