Chapter 9
Bloater dug a stubby finger into his sweat soaked shirt collar to loosen it. When the boss had called him in for a special conference he was certain Tucker's punk assed kid had ratted on him for snatching Kim behind his back... not to mention taking that blonde sex machine for a joy ride in his car. Yet Tucker hadn't raised his voice... except to the nakedly kneeling golden skinned Lotus doin' her husband's name honor under the boss' mahogany desk.
"Tomorrow is collection day, Bloater, I want you to take charge."
Dammit, he relegating the shit work to me now... the punk musta blabbed. Bloater squirmed in his chair, sweat pimpling his yellow forehead.
Tucker patted Sam's wife on the head solicitously, his eyelids flickering rapturously out of control for a moment. "Jesus, you suck like a baby, Lotus." Immediately he raised his eyes to level on his number one man. "Remember that blonde that answered the door at Decker's house?"
Yes, boss..."
"I want heart my house at seven thirty tonight. You do that?"
Bloater swallowed tightly. Why the hell didn't he give this assignment to that chicken-shit Sam? Then he glanced under Tucker's desk and saw the answer. The fucking chink bastard is using his sweet assed wife to get out of dirty work! I'd gladly give him my Lola, but she's got tits like fried eggs...
Hey, boss...?" Bloater cleared his throat.
"Yeah, Bloater?"
"Any idea how I'm supposed to get her over here? You know," he said laughing nervously and squirming in his chair, "it ain't easy gettin' a broad out of her house in broad daylight."
Tucker's shark eyes turned cunning. "You know Sam doesn't have a company car yet... and he wouldn't mind borrowing the white Continental I loaned you."
Bloater got the message. He stole another peek at the tawny buttocks shining like moons over Hong Kong and backed out the door, his armpits sopping wet.
The unmistakable smell of autumn was in the air when Bloater pulled up the collar of his trench coat and craned his fat rippling neck, recognizing instantly the white frame house with the screened in porch and low hanging eaves.
The boss must think I'm Houdini... getting that bitch out of that crackerbox. I step one foot inside that door and the neighborhood's gonna treat me like a fox sneaking up on a. chicken coop.
Bloater's mouth started to twitch when he saw movement on the Decker front porch as through the screen mesh he made out the blonde head of Sara Decker pushing a baby stroller in front of her.
Christ... she's got a kid!
A turtle could have beat the white Continental as it crept down the block, its driver glowering into the rear view mirror. He wiped the sweat from his brow. In Chicago this would be simple, but in a town the size of Sturgeon Bay the task was colossal... and the consequences deadly.
"Come on, darling. Baby and Mommy are going shopping for something to wear when Daddy comes home." Depressive moods like Sara's could only be broken with self indulgence. Oh Barry, are you going to get it when you get home. What I need is a good hard fuck to get my mind off everybody's problems...
Sara toted the baby to the car, too preoccupied to notice the white car cruising around the block.
In late October the clocks go back to nature's time and by five o'clock the sky is dusky. A moist chill gets one right down to the marrow...
Sara slammed the door and, shivering, turned up the heat The furnace clonked on and the dusty smell of burning air filled the Decker's living room. "Come on. Heidi. Mama's going upstairs to try on her new nightie." Nobody's home... Mother must be over at Sonya's trying to get Tanya to come home. I wish she'd see what she's done to poor Daddy, making him feel guilty and all... thought the older sister as she skimmed off her turtle neck sweater and peeled her snug Levi's down over her firmly rounded buttocks and down long slender thighs to puddle at her feet. She kicked the denim, free and stood in a pair of red bikini panties and matching brassiere.
Normally she saved those for when Barry wanted to entertain her with a fantasy... these were especially good for the little girl fantasy because of the cute white heart embroidered center front. Then she plucked at the fasteners to her brassiere and let the lacey cups flutter from her breasts. Sara stood naked in the bedroom, tearing the price tag off her new lingerie.
"Oh. Heidi... Daddy's gonna love this! You might have a little brother real soon!" She'd seen the fashionable one piece Teddy in the latest Cosmopolitan magazine and had been dying to get one.
Made of soft nude colored nylony-silk, the slinky 'under thing' was a naughty French design that buttoned up the gaping lace trimmed middle from the navel on up. Just the feel of it was sexy. It slinked over Sara's firm body like a second skin.
The tip of her pink tongue stuck out between her perfect pearly teeth as she ceremoniously weighed her milky breasts high and placed them in the wire-rimmed lacy half cups. The delicate pearl buttons once fastened tightened the snug bodice around her nipped in waist, causing the nylon to catch in the crevice of her ass cheeks, showing off the twin bowls of her alabaster buttocks. The wedge-shaped inset of lace in the flaring legs gave a flirty effect. She was all legs and breasts.
God, if I paint my fingernails dark red and wear some of that glossy lipstick... Barry'll probably cream in his pants! It felt sexy, that cool nylon on her goosebumped flesh... with the tickle of lace at her nipples and upper thighs. For a homecoming surprise I'm going to make up a fantasy to go with this teddy... Her empty belly tingled from the anticipation of it. Maybe I better do a little practicing first. God, I'm so frustrated I'm in knots. Sara sucked in her breath. Well, nobody was home and this thing had put her in a ripe mood.
"Come on, baby... time for your nap, darling!" She hoisted Heidi into the crib and eased her down. "Your Mamma's got something she's got to do for herself before she goes wacky... like the rest of the family!"
Five trips around the block and three Rolaids later Bloater apprehensively drew up to the curb in the dying gray light of a cold autumnal day and studied the Decker's homey looking abode. He snuffed out the butt end of his cigarette and watched the light in the upstairs room wink and ogled, too at the slender silhouette moving about in the room. With a feeling of impending doom, he tucked the chloroform sheet under is trench coat and parked the car.
The boss'll, cut my balls off if I don't get that chick. Shaky as a cat in a tree, Bloater opened the car door.
Sara was one iota from being in a state of panic!
She could hardly breathe with the filthy smelling sheet—or whatever it was over her head and nearly suffocating her. Her head ached from the stench of it. Her heart hammered in her bosom.
He had snuck up the steps and grabbed her before she realized what was happening... taped her mouth with adhesive and wrapped the sheet around her. Oh, God, he was so quick, so fast and silent he hadn't even awakened Heidi. It didn't make sense that she should be embarrassed in front of her kidnapper, but being snuck up on when she was in the middle of... relieving her frustrations was too much to bear!
Who was he and what did he want from her? The latter thought had played shatteringly in her brain the past ten minutes since her abduction, the horrifying realization of possible rape motives causing her to shudder in terror!
The car purred around corners and bends and she, with her hands tied behind her back, lay helplessly in the back seat. The flimsy gossamer lingerie was hardly appropriate apparel, but the terror-struck housewife gave no thought to it as the car careened around a corner and crunched gravel on a driveway... then stopped. Hands fell on her, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of Idaho potatoes.
Oh, dear, God. Barry... Daddy! Mmmmfff... somebody help me!
Then it flashed on her. Daddy... Simon Tucker... the money... oh dear, God. Noooo!