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Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Marlowe - Part 9 of 9
Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 02:10:12 -0400
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I'm no fool. Especially when a Deputy Barney Fife rent-a-cop is
pointing a pistol at me. Holding my hands up, I followed his very
explicit direction.
As soon as I was down on the ground, he began circling me as if he
was in a boxing ring trying to razzle-dazzle me with his footwork. I
was afraid that he was going to trip and shoot me accidentally.
"Yeah, I knew that was a phony badge that you've been waving at
me. Real cops don't drive ten year old cars."
"Look, I'm an ex-cop. Call the Police Department and ask for
Lieutenant Harrison. He'll vouch for me."
"Oh, I'm going to call the police all right. But it's to tell them that
I've caught a car thief. Mrs. Browning called and warned me that
you were coming and driving the jeep that you stole from her. She's
on her way down here right now to identify you and to reclaim her
property, then you're on your way to jail, buddy."
"WHAT?????"
The sound of a car pulling in behind me barely sunk in as I tried to
determine what this crazy rent-a-cop was talking about. Then I
heard her footsteps on the gravel. Spinning my head to look in the
direction of the car, I was shocked to see Tanya walking toward
me. She was dressed in the black leather trousers and boots with
some sort of Xena black leather blouse barely containing her
boobs, which were trying to overflow the tight outfit at the top. Her
long blonde hair was slicked back as if she had quickly wet it and
combed it straight back. Her lips were smeared with bright red
lipstick and she was carrying a pair of handcuffs.
Walking straight up to me, she rested her boot on my ass as she
bent over and pulled my hands behind my back. I didn't resist
because Deputy Fife was standing in front of me with a stupid grin
on his face and waving that pistol at me. About the same time that
I heard the click of the handcuffs, she congratulated the rent-a-cop
on his good word at capturing a desperate bandito. "Thank you
George. But I'm afraid that I didn't tell you everything. Although
Mister Marlowe currently has my jeep without my permission, I'm
not about to press charges against him. You see, we're playing a
game and he was pretending to be a prisoner trying to escape from
the big bad woman. But now that you've caught him, I'll take him
back to the house and we'll resume our little role-playing game
within the privacy of my house. We'll be quiet the rest of the
night."
Holstering his pistol and looking at Tanya with a dirty look as if he
was mad because she wasn't asking him if he wanted to play too,
the rent-a-cop gushed some apologies toward me. "Sorry about
being so rough on you, Mister Marlowe but I didn't know what was
going on. She called to report you coming toward me with her
stolen car and I suspected the worst. Well, you two go back up
there and I'll keep this out of my log book as well as drive your jeep
back up to your place for you."
Using the tip of her fingernails, she pulled a hundred dollar bill
from her bra and offered it to the guard. "Thank you for being so
understanding, George."
Shit. I'm handcuffed and her prisoner again. Well, I'm not going
without a fight.
Rolling over, I tried to stand up with my hands tied but I couldn't
get my balance and did nothing more than roll on the ground. I
heard the crunch of her boot mashing the gravel flat next to my
face and tilted my head to look up at her. She had that
mischievous Mona Lisa smile on her face and her green eyes were
gleaming as her red lips whispered, "You've been a bad boy. I'm
not going to take you back home and spank you unless you show
me that you're sorry. Lick my boot to show me that you've ready
for me to properly train you."
From the corner of my vision, I could see that George was ready to
take my place and that he would gladly lick her boot. Staring at
the shiny leather toe, I knew that I wasn't going to do it. After all,
I've got too much pride and that is something that I won't do for
any woman. Then Richard screamed at me as he moved some
gravel out of the way as he stiffened. Richard reminded me that
just a few moments ago, I proved that this wasn't a woman so my
argument is invalid.
But looking back at her and letting my eyes drift up her long
slender leg, I knew that this was a woman. A hell of a woman.
So I licked the boot. After all, it's not midnight yet and I'm still on
the books as working for her, doing whatever I have to do to satisfy
her requirements until midnight. Then I'm on my own time. When
I'm an unemployed Private Dick again, I might even get up out of
her bed after midnight and go to my home to see if she'll follow me
there. This could be a very fun game now that we've defined the
rules for both of us.
The End.
Sorry that the story had to be broken up and the first couple of parts were
mislabled as to how many parts it finally took to get it past AOL's cruddy
limitiations.
Waldo.
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