Chapter 2
Link Kurtis stood in the dark shadows against the Dover City prison jail, his husky body sweating and heavy with fear as he looked up and down the dark city street. "Come on," he hissed up at the open window of the jailhouse. "Come on!"
Out of the hole in the brick wall came a pair of feet and then a trunk and another man shimmied down the ten foot drop, onto Link's waiting shoulders. "Sneeze," groaned the second man, Ted Alexander, brushing off his jacket and looking up and down the street. He looked up above next, back at the window. "Come on, boss," he whispered as loud as he could, "it's okay."
A black-haired man with a long jutting nose and slender jaws stuck his face out of the window of the jailhouse and looked around. This was Marty Kips. "It's clear?"
"You bet," said Ted Alexander. "Hurry up, boss. Come on!"
"Alright," said Marty, "you guys get ready!" He pushed his feet out the window and climbed downwards, resting on the shoulders of the two other men, and then he jumped with a clap to the pavement below. "See you other jailbirds later!" he cried out aloud, suddenly shattering the dawn's silence and alerting a guard upstairs.
"Oooh, boss!" exclaimed Ted.
"We gotta run!" Link hollered.
"You bet we do!" cried Marty Kips. "Let's get movin'! "
All three men started running as fast as they could up the darkened city streets, and Marty Kips soon took the lead. He turned a corner two blocks up, when the sirens began wailing behind the threesome, and stopped at a small German car parked conveniently at the corner.
"Open it," he told Ted Alexander. "Go on, hurry. We can't get away from 'em by runnin', on foot. Open it up and get the hood latch down."
A moment later and all three men were inside the small hot-wired car, racing up the street in the opposite direction of the misguided police cars and motorcyclists.
"A good clean break," said Marty, looking back out the window at the cars hurriedly moving in the other direction. "Now all we gotta do is find a place to hole up for the rest of the day. Nightfall we'll get out of this creepy little town."
"Yeah, sure," agreed Ted. "But where are we gonna go?"
"I dunno," said Marty Kips. "How about gettin' into the suburbs somewhere. We can always take over some empty house, ya know? Just climb in until we think someone's comin' home? Whadya say?"
"Sounds good to me, boss," Link said.
"Shut up and drive. Who asked ya, anyhow?"
"I was just tryin' to help, boss," said the driver.
"Never mind that," said Ted Alexander. "Turn here."
A few minutes later they were parked on a quiet, suburban Dover City street trying to figure out which one of the many houses was completely empty. "You know what I think, boss?" said Ted Alexander, scanning the block with keen eyes, searching for a house that looked like a good one for them to crash, "I think maybe I'd like to find me a nice little teenager, or maybe a nice young divorcee, horny as a toadstool, just waiting for me . . . and panting for it! That's the kind of place I'd like to hole up in today. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, Ted," said Marty Kips, his eyes peeled and scanning the other side of the block. "And what would you do with her once you got her undressed and all, Ted?"
"Oh, boss," groaned the escaped jailbird, "you know what I'd do with her! I'd get her down on her hands and knees, right? And I'd feel up her breasts, for starters, right? And then I'd put my cock in her mouth, see? Good and tight . . . all the way down her throat. . . and I'd make her press those big soft lips right around my cock, boss. . . real hard . . . and then you know what I'd do?"
The driver, Link Kurtis, was panting with vicarious satisfaction as he listened to Ted Alexander describing his fantasy
"What would you do then, Ted? Tell me . . . what would you do next?" said Marty Kips.
"I'd make her suck me off until the cum came dripin' out of her lips, man. That's what I'd do next! I'd fuck her right in the mouth!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," moaned Marty Kips, already bored with this verbal display. "We'll be lucky we find a place to spend the next eight hours. And you want to find a nice blow-job just to go along with it, eh?"
"Why not?" said Ted with a chuckle, his eyes roving the street. "Hey, that guy's leavin' his house right now!" He pointed up the street.
"Yeah. Sure enough," mused Marty.
"Ah, shit," groaned Ted. "There's his wife, or some broad, lookin' out the window upstairs . . . "
"I thought that was just what you wanted," said Marty, his lips curling lasciviously backwards as he inspected the young woman standing in her robe and waving goodbye to the departing husband. "I think I like that place too," said Marty with a lecherous tone filling his voice. "Let's give her a few minutes to get settled, and then-"
"You mean it, boss?" said Link Kurtis, smacking his lips. "We're gonna go in there? Where that housewife is? And-"
"-And hole up," said Ted Alexander. "And if you're real good, Link, maybe we'll let you touch her once or twice. Ha, ha, ha! But you better be a nice boy, Linky. And drive carefully. And be a good fellow and help out. Or there'll be no nooky from the housewife. Understand?"
Link Kurtis nodded slowly up and down. His protuberant glassy eyes bulged in the direction of the small two-story house in which he'd seen the young woman at the upstairs window. She was awfully pretty! Just the thought of such a woman made Link's penis stiffen with arousal. "It's gonna be nice," he said in a trance-like state of mind, staring out the front window of the car in the direction of the little two-story house. "Oooh, yeah, I'm gonna like this.. . This is gonna be real nice!"