Chapter 10
Evening was just beginning to descend as Jason and Charlie waited pensively in Jason's pickup truck.
As Jason sat behind the wheel of the truck, his fingers thumped nervously several times against the steering wheel. They had walked into the small restaurant almost two hours earlier and ordered coffee from the stunning brunette with the shimmering coal black hair and the thick, sexy eyelashes. Their cocks had hardened with noticeable excitement as they examined every perfectly-sculptured line of her curvaceous figure. She wore a plain white waitress's outfit, but Jason and Charlie instantly noticed what wonders a figure like hers could do for any outfit no matter how plain it might be otherwise, as she fitted into it with just the degree of exquisitely tight precision. Every time that they got a look at her from the rear their thundering pricks stiffened and their bodies became filled with tension as they watched her perfectly rounded ass globes bounce like two magnificent balls with white covering as they danced back and forth within the tantalizingly tight confines of her outfit. When they observed her from the front their alert eye, became focused on the protruding bulges of her magnificently-endowed breasts, which jutted enticingly out of the front of her white outfit.
Despite the fact that Jason and Charlie both felt like talking to the sexually alluring brunette in intimate tones, they decided to conduct themselves with the utmost in formal decorum when they ordered coffee. They were seeking to educate themselves as much as possible under the circumstances with how this young woman acted. On top of that they did not want to call additional attention to themselves by creating anything that approximated a scene.
Jason smoldered with anger when he discovered just how conceited and spoiled this pampered beauty could act. Even though the two of them were not giving her any kind of trouble she gave them the idea that she scarcely cared about waiting on them or anyone else.
"Could we have refills, please?" Charlie asked at one point as the brunette walked past them carrying a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, which she was dropping off at a nearby table.
"Keep your shirt on, Mac, I'll be back in a little bit," she told him with a begrudging grunt.
Jason's eyes widened with rage as he watched the waitress nonchalantly set the plate down at another table.
"A sassy little bitch," Jason snarled.
"She sure is."
"I can see why Darrell got so pissed at her. If she treats you like this if you ask her for a refill on the coffee, I'd hate to think of what she'd say to a guy who makes a pass at her or asks her out on a date."
"We already know," Charlie nodded ruefully. "Our friend Darrell told us all about it."
They stopped talking as the brunette suddenly emerged with a piping hot coffee percolator, pouring some of the contents into their respective cups, eyeing them momentarily with an expression that seemed to merge boredom and disdain, then walking away.
"Does she ever give me a pain in the ass," Jason fumed. "That girl deserves a lesson."
"And we're just the guys who can give it to her."
"You're fucking right."
Yes, Jason realized. Dawn Gerald was just the way that Darrell had described her, except for being perhaps a shade nastier than he had anticipated. He hoped that she would get off work soon, and that they would be able to make their move as planned. An anxious Darrell was back home in the barn just waiting for a crack at her, no doubt feeling the same kind of restless air of impatience that he, Jason had when Darrell and Charlie had kidnapped Ellen from in front of the apartment building where she lived.
Darrell had been able to fill Jason and Charlie in on the approximate time schedule that Dawn Gerald worked in the restaurant, but he was unsure as to which days she was off since her schedule constantly rotated along with those of the other waitress' at the restaurant. So they had proceeded inside the restaurant to determine whether Dawn was at work that particular day. The moment that they laid eyes on her they were sure that she was the girl, and when one of the short order cooks referred to her as Dawn that supplied them with the only clincher that they needed.
So now they waited in the parking lot behind the restaurant, Darrell had told them that Dawn drove a light blue Volkswagen with a battered front right fender and such a car was parked near the rear of the lot. All they had to do was wait her out.
Suddenly Charlie nudged Jason on the shoulder.
Here she comes," he said excitedly.
"That's the little bitch all right," Jason spat the words out with contempt. "She sure walks like she thinks she's somebody."
"Yeah, little Miss Queen Bitch herself. She's got a face and body that'd stop traffic anywhere and she knows it. Sure does seem damned conceited. Am I ever gonna enjoy roughing this one up."
"Just see that your enthusiasm don't run away with you here," Jason cautioned. "Let's just hold off till we get her to the place."
"Don't worry. Well, looks like the coast is clear. Don't see anybody else around."
"Looks good," Jason nodded, "and she's going right to her car."
"Time to make my move," Charlie said as he opened the door and started to climb out of the car.
"Good luck," Jason said. "Make it short and sweet."
"Don't worry."
Charlie's stomach swam with butterflies as he picked up his trusty knife and walked stealthily toward Dawn. He kept hoping that she would not turn around. Even though he was concealing the knife by pressing it tightly against the side of his body, Charlie realized that she could still be suspicious if she spotted him walking apparently toward her.
Dawn never once turned around to look back, walking straight to her Volkswagen, then quickly opening the door. When she pried her door open Charlie quickened his steps, catching up with the beautiful brunette, shoving his left hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming while he simultaneously slipped the edge of his shiny knife against her back.
"You'd just better not make even one sound, you little bitch, if you wanna breathe again," he whispered contemptuously.
Jason quickly started up his pickup truck and drove it over to where a trembling, thoroughly shocked Dawn was standing with Charlie. Once they whisked her inside the backseat of Charlie's pickup truck they quickly bound and gagged her, slipping a blindfold over her eyes for good measure.
"We're making good time," Charlie said after they finished tying and gagging their victim. "That's good. Now let's get the hell out of here as fast as we can."
"Without arousing suspicion, of course," Jason replied as he moved his pickup truck out of the parking lot and down the main street several hundred yards from the restaurant.
"We're on our way," Charlie clapped his hands exultantly.
"We don't wanna keep old Darrell waiting any longer than we have to," Jason nodded. "I sure know how uptight I got waiting for Ellen. Damn, but I was eager to show that bitch who was boss!"
"You did a good job of it," Charlie laughed. "I'm anxious to tie into this brunette."
"Yes, there are possibilities there, most definitely," Jason winked lewdly, "and we're just the guys to explore them."