The man in the black suit opened the door for Hunter.
"Thank you, sir," Hunter said. "What a gentleman." The man didn't smile. He only closed the door behind Hunter. In the room was White on one side of a table and sitting directly across from White was Tracker. "Sorry, I'm late-"
"It's very interesting," White interrupted. "You gentlemen always arrive around the same time. You two have a lot in common, you and Tracker." Hunter raised a brow as he sat and Tracker snorted. After all, the two had little in common, if anything.
Hunter was a pretty boy. Though he had no need to impress anyone, he enjoyed keeping himself in shape, well groomed and handsomely attired. He had a way with the ladies and was able to bed the purest of virgins with little convincing. And while he loathed most women, he had a true admiration for those who put out, sharing their charms with the male public. Yes, Hunter was the complete opposite of Tracker. The only thing these two shared was their job description.
"I've got a girl in Los Angeles," began White. "Redhead. Twenty-seven. Real quality crop."
"Aw, White, you shouldn't have! I do love a good redhead. What about the other one?"
"Not for you. This one is Tracker's." White tossed a manila folder over to Tracker, who opened it and scanned redhead's bio and pictures. "She likes to go to the Hollywood hills to think and be alone. A little spot in front of the Angeles Forest." Tracker's lips curled in a timid smile. "I thought you'd like that." White turned to Hunter. "Hunter. You, of course, have your pick of two Louisville girls."
"Even better."
"Yes. Well, you can't take both, as the girls are both local and related somehow- cousins, I think. That doesn't matter to me, of course, but those are the orders. Anyway, do your thing and bring one of them." White handed Hunter the file and paused before speaking again. "You know, Hunter... we can't keep giving you options like this."
"I know," Hunter answered, shifting uncomfortably.
"One day we're only going to have one girl for you to obtain, and you won't get to choose. You two are the very best and I don't want to have to hire some lesser guy just because he plays ball. You read me?" The men voiced their assent and White let them go. Hunter and Tracker made small talk as they were escorted back to the main lobby. Hunter glanced at Tracker once more before they went to their separate limousines. The creepy man always kind of disturbed Hunter.
Hunter opened the folder and filed the plane ticket in the front of the folder. Business class. He loved his employers.
A few days later Hunter found himself in Kentucky, doing his research. This required collecting information on the two women he was hunting, Charlene and her cousin Marilynne. Whereas the Dungeon did the work of finding good candidates for sexual slavery- healthy, attractive, and low-profile women with few friends or family members- it was up to their contract kidnappers to find out how to capture these candidates and then bring them back to the Dungeon or the nearest storage facility. He shadowed them both, learning their habits, who their friends were, and how exactly secure their homes were. This was phase one.
While sitting outside Charlene's house, watching her through the window and trying to figure out her security code one night, Hunter hoped he was looking at his next victim. Her patterns were more complex, she contacted more friends and she had a home security system, making more work for him than simple and carefree Marilynne. It seemed doubtful that he would get to catch Charlene though. Her sexuality was more overt, as could be witnessed by her skimpier outfits and nightly masturbation ritual.
Hunter almost envied Tracker because of his task of hunting just one woman. But Hunter loved his ability to choose so much it was worth the extra effort. Regardless of how his potential victims looked or acted, he would always choose the one that put out last and put out least. Thus, the more promiscuous women would be allowed to share their bodies with local men, and the frigid ones would be forced to share the bodies with the men of Dungeon Americana. This was Hunter's charity to the world.
Hunter wrote down Charlene's code. The hard part of his task was over. He had collected sufficient data on the women's routines and on the details of their lifestyles. Now it was time to figure out who his victim was and bring her to the Dungeon.
He asked out Marilynne first. Many bounty hunters frowned upon this risky method of procurement; that is, being seen in public courting his prey. However, Hunter was a professional and had successfully avoided being connected to any of his kidnappings by following simple rules: go out to dark or private places. If the girl has friends, make sure they don't know about the date or make sure they know she got home safe. Try not to be too memorable. Hunter hadn't served time since he was nabbed for petty theft as a teenager because he was so careful in avoiding recognition.
After taking Marilynne to a movie and dinner, he parked the car outside of her apartment. Hunter couldn't tell how Marilynne felt about him; her body language had been rather vague all evening. He decided he would have to make the first move. She sat silently and shyly in her seat as Hunter leaned over to kiss her ruby-painted lips. When she kissed back, he knew it was on.
Hunter moved quickly and deftly unbuckling her seatbelt at the same time as he rubbed the small of her back. The hand in front of her moved up her breasts as the hand behind slid into the back of her jeans, waiting for the right moment to slip into her panties. She felt on his muscular arms, sighing when his thumb rubbed the material covering her nipple. Now was the time.
He slipped his right hand into her panties, but his hand touching the top of her naked bottom obviously was too forward.
"Wait... wait..."
Hunter reluctantly stopped and looked at her with impatience. If she only knew that how she performed in the car tonight could critically affect her future. If only she knew that she was being graded on her performance tonight and it looked like she was taking a nosedive.
She removed his arms from her tits and ass and placed each one on either of her shoulders. Then she leaned forward, unzipping him as she fell, and let her face stop just short of his crotch. She pulled his dick out and wrapped her lips around it.
Good girl. She wasn't dropping out of the race after all. Hunter sighed blissfully, concluding that a blowjob would have to suffice for tonight. He grabbed onto her auburn curls of hair and assisted her work by pulling her onto him.
Marilynne was a good little cock-sucker; she was quite proficient in her technique. But Hunter had to ask himself if it would be enough. Every time he hunted a couple of women, at least one of the girls would fuck him. However, if it came to a blowjob competition, he doubted that Charlene would be able do a better job than Marilynne was doing at the moment. She sucked him to completion, rolling down the window and spitting the money in the street after she was done.
Although Marilynne didn't actually fuck him, Hunter was still in good spirits for his date the next day. Naturally, dating a girl one day and her cousin the day after put him in good spirits. Hunter knew he was cutting it close, but he enjoyed this little thrill. He had never been caught hunting a girl before though, and there was no way he would let it happen anytime soon.
Hunter decided to help out Charlene and give her plenty of chances to make her move. He did lots of physical flirting with her at Bandman Park, touching her playfully. She didn't reciprocate his interest in her. So he waited. But in the car, after he'd driven her home, she still didn't look very receptive. Regardless, it was now or never, so he leaned over, bringing his face close to hers. She pecked him on the cheek and opened the passenger side door.
It appeared that Charlene had lost. Still, Hunter had to try once more. True, Hunter could have this busty brunette any time he wanted in the Dungeon; he could even fuck her once before making his delivery since White didn't tell him that he couldn't. He still wanted her to say "yes" to sex with him.
"Can I come in?" he asked as she opened her door.
"I'm kind of tired. I'm going to call it a night." With those words, Charlene sealed her fate. Hunter nodded and tipped his hat as she closed the door. He got in his car and drove a couple blocks away. He walked back to her house.
Charlene called a friend while lying in bed in her nightie. This was good for Hunter because her friends would know she had made it home. And sure enough, after she hung up she began her nightly ritual as he also predicted. Charlene lied in bed and stroked herself vacantly. Just when she was warming up, she got his call.
"Charlene," he spoke from his cellphone. She was surprised and a little upset that he was calling now. "I just wanted to say that I had a great time tonight and I hope you had a great time tonight. I mean, I hope it's me you're thinking of now as you touch yourself." She sat up in shock. "I have a feeling it's not, but it'd be awful flattering if it were." He walked into her bedroom, hanging up the phone, and she jumped. "I like to think I make an impression on women, but sometimes... I fall short."
"What- How the fuck did you get in here?" she shrieked. He responded by shooting her with a tranquilizer dart. It seemed to only make her more hyper. She ran into the corner of the room and attempted to throw her lamp at him, but missed. Hunter watched her with some interest as she quickly became drowsy. His cellphone rang.
"Hello?" Hunter was scared for a moment when he realized it was Marilynne, thinking that she somehow knew what he was up to, but soon realized that was impossible. "Howdy, darlin'." Charlene slumped to the floor, but Marilynne gave no signs of hearing this on her end.
"I'm sorry about last night," Marilynne started.
"What?"
"I wanted go further, but it was the first date and all... They say not to have sex on the first date."
"Is that what they say?" Charlene flopped around on her carpet.
"Well, they... my cousin once said, but I haven't talked to her in years, so... anyway, I wanted to... well, if you weren't busy..."
"Want me to come on over?"
"That'd be really good." He could hear her smile.
"Well, I'm not doing anything around here. I'll be there in a few minutes." He hung up. Charlene squirmed a little. "Looks like I'll be fucking your cousin after all. I wouldn't get jealous, though. You're so cute, I'm gonna make sure I set aside some time to fuck you later." Charlene drifted off to sleep. Hunter tied her up, pulled his car to the front of her house, and threw her in the trunk of his car. Hunter, in his perpetual ballsiness, hoped Marilynne would fuck him in the back seat.