Chapter 10
Harold Frischeen had felt himself come alive for the first time in a long while, and he was intelligent enough to realize Tracy was the reason. She was just a girl, yet in many ways she was better for him than any woman. And she had been good for his trust account, too. With sole power of attorney she had, in a short month, increased the value of his holdings five percent. She was terrific.
That Friday, instead of waiting for her to go home, shower, change, then come to him, Frischeen decided he would pick Tracy up at her office. When he got to her office, he was told she had just left, and so he got into his Lincoln Continental and headed for the bus stop where he was told she waited for the-bus. A block from the bus stop, he had seen her walking into a side street, and so he turned his car in that direction. The constant flow of people around his car hampered its movement. He could barely move, though as he approached the side street, he saw there was no traffic there. He also saw the old white Mustang reach the side street while he was still struggling to get there. The car stopped, two men got out, one started talking to Tracy and the other one jumped her. Between them, the two men bound and gagged her, throwing her into the car before he had a chance to reach the street. And by the time he did nose his car into the side street, the Mustang had gone out the other end.
For the next hour, he did his best to follow the white car, but at one point it reached an open stretch of road long before he did, and before he knew it, it had gotten away from him. He drove quickly in the hope of catching up with the car, but at one point he realized the car had turned off somewhere. He began cruising up and down, up and down, looking through the various streets near the highway, finding nothing, feeling more and more frustrated. He had gotten a good look at the man to whom Tracy had been talking, and if he ever saw the man's face again, he'd batter it.
And then, as he was cruising along a side street, he saw the white Mustang. It was moving, and he moved right along behind it. He watched the car make a few. turns and ultimately stop in a small shopping area. He began to wonder whether or not it was the same car, but then he saw the man who had been talking to Tracy get out, and he knew he was on the right track. He waited, watching and saw the man go into a drugstore, then come out. The white car started up again, and he followed it. This time, it led back to a motel. But as he got closer, Harold Frischeen realized the motel was deserted. He watched the man get out of the white car and go into one of the units, closing the door behind him.
Getting out of his own car, Frischeen decided to sneak up on the unit and try to see or hear what was going on inside. And if these scumbags had Tracy, as he believed, he'd tear them apart. He might be a retired colonel, but he was still in good shape.
Inside, Paul Finn held his dick poised over Tracy's mouth and squeezed it. Gluck breathed deeply, and, after about a half minute, began playing with himself.
"I'm going to use that sweet little mouth of hers," Finn growled.
"What about Steffie?" Gluck grunted.
"Don't worry," .Finn assured him, stripping down. "I can keep working on Tracy until tomorrow. Then we can go after Steffie together."
"Unnhh!" Gluck grunted, nodding his head in assent.
Turning to Tracy, Finn said, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. But you'd better believe you're going to suck my cock."
"No," Tracy told him, shaking her head.
A strong sense of anger had invaded her for the first time. She wasn't some wet hole to be fucked by men who simply felt like it. Until today, she had been choosing her men, though most of the men she had chosen were for business. Now she suddenly realized a man had chosen her, even though she didn't want the man. She didn't want either of the men. She realized she wanted nothing to do with either Paul Finn or Marty Gluck.
"You're going to do it," Finn insisted, getting on the bed and straddling her soft body with his knees, feeling her nipples tickle his ass as he began lowering his boom of cock toward her mouth.
God! she thought. Don't let this happen.
The cock was coming closer and closer to her face. The dangling balls were already near her chin.
And then there was a loud crash as a beam of twilight lanced into'-the room. The door was wide open, half off its hinges, and Harold was in the doorway.
Frischeen, seeing Tracy tightly bound to the bed, with Paul Finn's thighs hovering over her face, suddenly became enraged. He charged into the room as Finn leaped off the bed. Before Finn could get his balance, Frischeen had kicked him. Finn fell back against the wall, clutching his crotch.
Going over to the bed, he untied Tracy, asking, "did they hurt you much?"
"They tried to rape me," she replied, shaken.
"I'd like you to press charges against these two. I'll phone the police, and I can be your witness."
"All right," Tracy nodded, somewhat recovered.
While Frischeen went out and used a public phone, Tracy dressed as best she could. She was more than a little shaken, she suddenly realized.
Three hours later, Tracy and Harold Frischeen were back in her new apartment where she was relaxing in a tub of hot water.
When she finally came out of the bathroom, she ate some of the supper Frischeen had gotten her.
"I hope this won't ruin, our relationship," he said to her.
"Why should it?" she asked. "I'm over the fright. And I've assured the police I'll testify against both men."
"I suppose you're tired after your ordeal, and you'd like to go to sleep."
"No, Harold," she told him, standing up and removing her robe, letting him see her nakedness underneath. "I want to go to bed, not to sleep."