Chapter 14
Two nights later the fuzz paid me a call, and hauled my ass off to the slam. They charged me with robbery and abduction, and told me all about the University job and the armored truck heist. I kept trying to figure out who'd turned canary, and then it came to me, sweet Eddie had decided it was him or no one for me.
The fuzz kept grilling me about the jobs. I kept telling them they were crazy. It turned out I was the only one they'd picked up cause the fuzz kept asking me who else was in on the jobs. They said it would go easy for me if I told em.
"That was some collection of pictures you had on the wall," a detective told me, "you must think you're quite a ladies' man."
"Naw," his partner said, "Mr. Johnson is a patron of the arts."
"You don't say," the first detective said, "well I'll be damned. That takes money don't it?"
"You're damn right," the partner replied.
"Well all I want to know is, where does Mr. Johnson's money come from."
"He's got a rich uncle," the first detective said sarcastically."
"You got a rich uncle?" the partner asked me.
T want my lawyer." I told him. "He wants his lawyer," the first detective said.
"They all do," the partner replied.
"Well Mr. Johnson's gonna need a lawyer," the first detective said.
They kept grilling me about the jobs, and I kept asking for my lawyer. It was almost dawn before they let me make that one phone call. I call Ethel and told her to get in touch with Helga. The fuzz had said my bail was $100,000.00 which meant I had to have ten grand to get out of the slam. I couldn't get to my stash, and Helga was the only one who could come up with the kind of bread.
When I got to court the joint was packed, half the folks there were on business; the other half were reporters. I learned later that I was famous. The fuzz had told the reporters about the collection, and it had made a big splash. Added to this, was the fact that I called myself Don Juan. The newspapers and TV stations were having themselves a field day.
I stayed in the bull pen for about two hours before my case was called. I spotted Helga and Ethel the minute I walked into the court room.
There was another woman with them, who turned out to be my lawyer. Her name was Georgia Romaine, and she was an old school mate of Helga's.
Helga smiled when she saw me, and I could see her eyes were red, from crying. Ethel was real cool, but her eyes told me she was mad as hell, cause I was in the slam. Aldon, Louise and all the others were there too; only Eddie was missing, so we all knew who'd spilled to the fuzz.
"You're charged with two counts of armed robbery," the judge said, "how do you plead?"
"Not guilty, Your Honor," my lady lawyer said.
"Mr. State's attorney, is the matter before the grand jury?" the judge asked.
"Yes it is, Your Honor," the state's attorney replied, "and I'd like to request a continuance."
"We have no objection to a continuance, Your Honor," Georgia said, "I'd like to request a reduction in the bail since this is the first time my client has ever been arrested."
"Your Honor," the state's attorney said, "We feel that due to the serious nature of the crimes, the bail is more than correct."
"Your Honor," my lawyer said, "my client has lived in this city all his life, I assure you he will be present for trial."
"Your Honor," the state's attorney said, "he is charged with armed robbery which is a very serious charge; in addition to this he abducted a young woman at gunpoint, and held her hostage for several hours."
"Counselor," the judge told Georgia, "these are indeed serious charges. I'll have to let the bail stand at $100,000.00. The case will be continued for two weeks."
"We are prepared to make bail, Your Honor," the lawyer said.
"Pay the clerk," the judge said, "and he'll be released."
Two hours later I was back on the street.
"Thanks, counselor," I told Georgia, "I'm flat right now, but I'll give you your bread tonight."
"Astrid will send some more money," Helga told me.
"I have some in my stash," I told her.
"I would advise you not to go near that money," Georgia told me. "The police will be watching you, and the minute you do, they'll get a court order to open your bank box. The armored trucks keep the serial numbers of their money."
"You act like you're on their side," I said.
"Helga told me everything," Georgia said, "so we all know you're guilty."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means we don't help the state prove its case," Georgia said.
"Can the state prove their case," I asked Georgia.
"They have a witness," Georgia told me. "One of your colleagues has signed a confession."
"I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch," I said.
"You'll never get near him," Georgia said. "More than-likely they have him under guard in some hotel."
"I'll find him," I snarled, "I can't just sit back and let him send me up for life."
"I don't think it'll be that bad," Georgia said. "We'll be able to work something out I'm sure."
"Which means?" I asked.
"You'll get off with a light sentence," Georgia said, "since this is your first time around."
"I'm not about to just sit around and wait for that lousy homo to put me away for life," I snarled.
"You'd better listen to the lady," Ethel chimed in. "With Eddie singing like a bird, they could throw the book at you."
"Please, Johnny," Helga interposed, "don't do anything foolish; Georgia will work it out."
While they were talking I took a good look at my lady lawyer. She had long red hair, and a ripe full figure. Her knockers were on a pair with Helga's and her ass was round and firm and more than ample. She was wearing a very expensive knee length one piece dress with high-lighted her best points and offered a hint of the fine thighs which were concealed beneath the material. Looking at Georgia, I decided she was gonna be added to the collection.
"I want to get the stink of that God damn jail off of me, I said. "We can continue this at my pad."
Aldon and the others had left after the hearing, while Helga, Ethel and Georgia had waited for me to be released. We all piled into Georgia's Cadillac and headed for my place. Helga was ecstatic when she saw it.
"It looks like my old apartment," she told me.
"Pop a cork on some grapes," I told Ethel, "I'm gonna take a long shower."
I stayed under the water about half an hour. When I came out, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the living room. The women were in an animated discussion, which I later found out was all about me.
"While you were in the shower," Georgia said, "I took the liberty of looking at your collection; it's really something."
Her eyes never left mine while she was talking, and they told me everything I needed to know.
"Yeah, I'm kinda proud of it," I said.
"Ethel is very talented," Helga said, "I'm glad you're helping her."
I had forgotten Helga was seeing the collection for the first time also.
"One day those pictures are gonna be worth a hell of a lot more than I paid for them," I replied.
"If you all are gonna keep talking like that," Ethel said, I'm gonna have to leave.'
"You're a very talented artist," Georgia told her.
I poured me some grapes and settled down in the stuffed chair.
"I'm thinking I'd like to have your picture in my collection," I told Georgia.
"That'll be easy to arrange," Georgia told me softly, "When do you want to start?"
"Ethel always keeps some stuff here," I replied, "we can get started right now."
"That's fine with me," Georgia purred.
"Strip," I said.
Without another word, Georgia stood up and started peeling off her clothes. To my surprise she wasn't wearing a girdle. Her body still had a hint of youthfulness, and when her tits fell free of her bra, my mouth went dry. The hair around her cunt was even redder than the hair on her head.
"You ladies join the party," I told Ethel and Helga.
They started stripping even before I had finished talking. In a few minutes all three of them were bare ass naked. I looked at all that ready cunt, and my cock snapped to attention.
"Come here," I told Georgia, "give me some head."
She knelt in front of me and I unwrapped the towel. Georgia ignored my dick and leaning down to my feet, she kissed each of my nipples. Then her mouth started moving a long my leg. At the same time, she took my cock in her hands and began jacking me on. Her fingers played with my nuts and wild shivers of pleasure surged through my loins. Georgia Kept moving her mouth along my leg; she kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, and then when I was about to go stark raving mad, she buried her face between my thighs. Georgia gulped my cock into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around my scrotum. She nibbled at the head with her teeth while her fingers kept caressing and fondling my nuts; my body was pulsing with joy.
"Alright, ladies," I told Ethel and Helga.
They both walked over and sat on the chair arms. I started finger fucking both of them. I gulped one of Ethel's tits into my mouth and went to work on the nipple. At the same time Ethel latched onto one of Helga's full ripe breasts. Georgia worked on my cock, and my lady lawyer knew how to handle one. I slid my foot between her thighs and started playing with her cunt with my toes. It was out of sight. I lifted my ass off the chair and slammed my cock into Georgia's mouth. She took every inch of it, and her tongue and teeth had me begging for more.
Each time I drove my tongue into Georgia's mouth, she wrapped her tongue around it and nibbled the head. When she did that, I slammed my big toe into her cunt. She held my foot tightly between her thighs and started wiggling her ass, and contracting the walls of her cunt each time my toe slid past the lips of her vagina.