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Deputy Duffy
02-20-2007, 11:01 PM
*** this is not a snuff story ***

20 GRAND
by
Deputy Duffy




Looking down at the naked blonde woman snuggled up to my chest, I
felt awful. I should have been feeling like the luckiest stiff in
the world because her body was tanned and toned. Her breasts:
well-developed and topped with mouth-watering pink nipples. Her
ass: heart-shaped and blemish free. Her legs: long and silky
smooth. Her pussy: shaved and breathtakingly pink. She had more
than enough to satisfy any man. Never mind that she was pretty and
witty and even laughed at my lame jokes.

I stroked her shiny hair. It smelled like heaven. A mile-wide
smile should have been etched on my face, given the fact that the
sex we had just had was great, and she didn't seem in any hurry to
leave. But I wore a frown. I should have been looking forward to
round two, because she said she'd love to go at it again after a
little break, but I didn't know if I could do that again. I felt
like a heel for going through with it once.

You see, I had this woman's life in my hands, and she didn't even know it.

It had all started with a simple brown bag full of money. I found
it in my truck one day after work. I had no idea how it got there,
inside the locked truck, and there was no note or explanation.
Just ten bundles of twenty dollar bills, with exactly $1,000.00 in
each bundle. It was obvious that the money didn't come from a bank
-- it was messy, and the serial numbers weren't in any order.
Someone had put some effort into this....

But I had no idea who.

The money sat in that bag for days. I didn't know what to do. It
seemed like an obvious mistake. It was early December, so I finally
decided some poor fool was out ten grand of Christmas shopping
money, and it was finders keepers. You might say that temptation
took over, and I slowly started spending some of it.

I was 36 years old now, but I had spent most of my 20s in an
alcoholic haze, so the first thing I did was clear up some old bar
tabs around town. Christmas came early for a few bar managers this
year.

Then I had some overdue work done on my truck, and I bought some
new clothes and got a haircut and a shave. In days I'd spent about
half the money. The other half I decided would be used to pay off
some of my credit cards. I would actually try to be out of debt
for the first time since my 18th birthday (half my frigging life).
For the first time in a long time, I slept well.

And then, one week after finding the first bag, I came home from
work and found another brown bag sitting on my kitchen table.

"What the fuck's going on?" I raced over to the kitchen knives and
pulled out one of the biggest ones. I searched around, but didn't
find anyone. I up-ended the bag and out tumbled more bundles of
twenties. I didn't have to count it to know how much, but I did.
(Another ten grand.) This time there was also an envelope with my
name on it. This was no accident.

In the envelope I found a handwritten note, plus a hard cardboard
thingy with a hotel name on it and a flier (for a Christmas party)
from the same hotel. My heart pounded in my chest as I read the
note.

Hey dude,

Glad to see you're enjoying the money. Thought you could
use a little more. But this is it and it isn't a Christmas
gift. No, now you have a job to do. It might even be a fun
job. We just need you to pick up a woman named Angela, a
regular at this Christmas party, and take her back to your
room. (Use the hotel card-key here.)

Do what you must, but do not hurt her in any way, just make
sure she spends the night. If I was you I'd fuck her good
because it will be her last. It's that simple. We'll do
the rest. And make sure you get your ass out of there by
dawn. Or it will be YOUR last as well.

Think you can do that? I hope so. Your life depends on
it.

The note fluttered out of my hand. It wasn't even signed. I
pounded my fist into the table. (Fuck!) I'd just started to
turn my life around, and now this.

What was it all about? Where did it come from? Who's this Angela?
Who's behind the note and the money? Shit like this really happens?
Nothing made sense. I was back to restless nights.

Over the next couple of days I weighed my options. I could take
the money and run, but it wasn't really all that much. I'd managed
to spend five grand of it in a few days. How long would the rest
last on the run? I'd also just gotten things back on track. I
liked my job (managing a small lube and gas station) and my
apartment. No, I just couldn't start over again. I thought
about going to the police, but I'd had my brushes with the law
and never really trusted them. Maybe my parents could help?
But they were retired and had just moved down south. No, I
had to figure this out on my own.

I gave it even more thought. Maybe I could just blow it off and
take my chances...? But whoever was behind this seemed powerful.
I mean, they got the money into my locked truck AND my locked
apartment. And they knew that I was spending the money. Maybe
they were watching my every move.

It felt like the walls were closing in.

Did the note really say that it was her life or mine? (I must have
read that note one thousand times.)

In the end it came down to my life and sanity or this unseen face,
Angela. I know it was a shitty thing to do, but I decided it would
be best if I went through with it. I got on my knees and asked for
forgiveness.

Now that I'd made that decision, a new panic set in. Could I
actually pull it off? After all, I'm not exactly a player. In
fact, I don't think I've ever been able to pull off a same-night
hook-up. (Meaning meeting someone new and having sex with them
that same night.)

I'm an average-looking dude who is generally considered to be a
"nice guy" (when he ain't drinking). Usually it takes me many
dates before I can score. And lately even that's been rare. I'm
talking a COLD spell. I wasn't keeping track, but I'm pretty sure
it has been a couple of years since I had sex -- period. (I'd even
got to the point were I'd tried Internet dating. Met some nice
ladies, but still no luck.)

I guess, lately, I haven't really been trying all that hard. Like
I've said, I've been attempting to pull my life together. I'd
stopped the boozing and had been going to the gym instead. I
was making an effort to lose some weight and concentrate on work.

Strangely, it wasn't until this happened that I realized how lonely
I'd become. I mean, there was a part of me actually looking
forward to this party and this challenge. (I really wasn't all
that afraid of the threat on my life, because I didn't value it
all that much...though I wasn't ready for a pine box, either.)

I didn't really have a lot of time to plan and prepare. The flier
said the party was Saturday night. So I had two more days to get
my act together.

The first thing I did was, under the cover of darkness, hide the
remaining money in the woods behind where my parents used to live.
(As a kid I'd buried a small lockbox and kept all my important
stuff out there, so I knew its location well.) I needed a safe
place just in case I had to make a run for it.

Then Friday after work, I dyed my light brown hair a dark red.
It came out black looking. (The lady who sold me the stuff said
it would wash right out.)

I also picked up some blue-colored contacts for my hazel eyes.
I figured if someone was trying to make me into a suspect, I'd
change my appearance somewhat. Then, the next day I'd just
revert back to my old look.

Saturday morning I packed a bag like I would for an overnight trip,
except that I included a few extras. I tossed in some some
bandanas and a few strands of rope that had been noosed. If I
managed to get her to my room, she was spending the night -- one
way or another. For extra insurance, I also tossed in my folding
knife. It was small, but razor sharp and quite lethal (not to
mention quite illegal).

I didn't know if I was ready, but it was party time.

The drive was long and nerve-racking. I made one stop to pick up
some condoms and lube. Once I got to the hotel, the hardest part
was mustering up the courage to go to my room. I was really
apprehensive about what I might find. But, to my relief, the
room was empty and quite nice. I kept my bag packed, but settled
in and tried to relax. I had five hours until the party started.
I used the time to scope out the place. I was really paranoid
(and I don't smoke grass), afraid that someone was trying to set
me up.

At last I got dressed and headed to the party. It was located in
this fancy ballroom. I went straight to the bar and ordered a soda
water with lime. (Tonight wasn't the time to fall off the wagon.)
I also gave the bartender a twenty-dollar tip. He wasn't busy yet,
and the tip worked; we chatted. He said he knew Angela. I pumped
him for info. He said she'd started coming here recently, every
Saturday. He added that she was the kind of gal that you notice.
He also said that she seemed to like sharply dressed men and was
always on the prowl for fresh faces. He called her a "good time
girl." I gave him another twenty, and he leaned real close and
offered me one final piece of advice. "Play up the fact that you
don't drink. Her husband was killed by a drunk driver, so she
never goes for a drunk."

It stung (since I'd been popped for DUI), but I kept that in mind.
I also went to my room and put on the tie that I'd thrown into my
bag almost as an afterthought. It was a gift from my grandmother
and had candy-canes and Christmas shit on it. It only added to my
uneasiness.

When I returned to the ballroom, the bartender that I'd been cozy
with pointed to a pretty blonde in a simple red dress standing at
the end of the bar.

"That's her?" I mouthed. He nodded and smiled. Wow! I had my work
cut out for me.

I watched her make the rounds. She seemed to have a nice word or a
hug for everyone. I sat back (God! I'd so wanted her to be a
bitch) and waited for an opportunity. It happened about an hour
later, when a woman she was talking with was asked to dance. My
target was alone! I moved in and ordered a soda water with lime
-- and made sure she heard me. She offered me a smile. I returned
it and offered her a drink. She politely refused.

"Don't drink either?" I said, slyly sitting down next to her.

"Ah...," she giggled, holding up her wine glass. "A wine here or
there."

(Ouch! What an idiot.) "Yeah, same here." (I lied. I hate wine,
but it did get us talking.)

I found out that she was a lawyer who worked long hours, and
Saturday night was her night to blow off some steam. I felt
strangely relived that she was a fucking lawyer and that she
appeared to be a little older than me. I mean, lawyers suck,
and she had already lived a nice life.)

I gave her my real first name, but tossed out a phony last name.
Then I lied and said I was a real estate developer far from home.
(Yeah, the lonely businessman ploy.) I'm not sure she bought it,
but I don't think it mattered much. She wasn't looking for a soul
mate.

We danced (badly) for a couple of songs, and she also danced with
this other guy that she must have known previously. I was really
nervous about this guy because he seemed like my major competition.

The party was really cooking now and more guys were hitting on
Angela. I figured I'd have to make my move. I ordered a couple
of glasses of red wine and suggested we move to a table. I held
my breath like I was back in junior high. She smiled and accepted.
I exhaled.

Now that we were at a table, things seemed to be going well. I was
doing my best to get her to laugh and generally have a good time.
I thought things were going well, but couldn't tell just how well.
I was trying to figure out how to smoothly ask her back to my room,
when I saw her dancing buddy moving our way. I hooked my foot
around her chair and pulled her closer. He flashed me a dirty
look, but he did go away.

"Well, that was subtle," she said, with a giggle.

I apologized, but didn't really know what to say. We shared an
awkward moment. Then a thought hit me. "If you want to dance,
again, I'd be more than happy...."

She just shook her head. This marked the height of my nervousness.
I had a feeling that I was blowing it. (I knew that I was acting
desperate, because, frankly, I WAS desperate.) I suddenly
remembered the talk with the bartender. I brought up the wine
and how good it was and offered her another. She politely
declined, saying that she had to drive and she'd had her limit.
That's when I mentioned my hotel room. She giggled. I even
brought up the condoms. I thought she was going to give me that
"subtle" line again, but she didn't. Then she surprised me by
accepting my offer for more wine. We had a few more glasses (so
much for not falling off the wagon), and we danced and danced.

Finally the party was winding down, and I caught a break when "Lady
in Red" was played by the DJ. I held her close and sang the words
into her ear. At the end of the song, we shared our first kiss.
She grabbed my hand and told me to take her back to my room. (So
much for all that sweating.)

When we got to my room, I used the bathroom and made sure I washed
up good. (I even washed my feet. I also did some silent cheering.
I did it, I did it. Of all the guys here, she chose me.)

She freshened up next. Then we talked for a bit. She talked about
her nieces and the presents she got them for Christmas. She seemed
like the nicest person...at least someone who didn't deserve the
fate that awaited her in mere hours. I started to change my mind
about this. She seemed to have a lot more going for her, and she
seemed a lot smarter than me. I figured if I told her, maybe she'd
know what to do.

She finally tapped me on the shoulder. "Hello, are you there?"

I nodded.

"Wow! I thought I was nervous." She wiped my forehead. "Look,
we don't have to do anything."

I closed my eyes. (It was time to tell her the truth.)

She stood up and kicked off her shoes. "Look, maybe I'll just slip
out of these clothes, and then you make up your mind." She wore a
sly smile as she started unbuttoning her dress.

I gulped. "That's not really necessary." (Did I really say that?
The whole night I've been wondering what was under that dress.)
"It's just...."

She stopped her unbuttoning. "Do you have something to tell me?"

I took some breaths. "Ah, it's just been a while." (I wanted to
tell her about the plot. I really did. But maybe I'd just let
her get naked first. Then I'd tell her.)

"Well, you relax and let Angela fix that." Her dress slithered
down her body, and she kicked it aside. I exhaled. Her red dress
had been so simple, almost plain. Under it she was wearing a shiny
red strapless bra and matching panties. It was really sexy on her
tight and tanned body. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and,
considering how much she liked to dance, it really shouldn't have
surprised me that she gave me a hot lap dance (but it did). It was
like once she lost that dress another side of her came to life.

Her lap dance left me hard as a rock. She must have noticed,
because she turned around and gave me a wink. She turned off
the main lights and flipped on a small lamp next to the bed.
Then she moved in front of me and asked me to undo her bra. I
did (hands trembling noticeably), but she pulled away and turned
her back on me and dropped it to the floor. I was enjoying the
teasing, but it wasn't helping my nerves. With her back turned,
she slithered her panties down her legs. (She was tanned all over.)

She turned around and used her hands to cover herself. She
fluttered her eyes, feigning innocence, before she bounced over
and tackled me back onto the bed. This caught me by surprise.
She was kissing me all over and grinding into me. It was tough
to resist. I tried to fight it, but it felt to good, and it had
been too long. I'd almost forgotten how good a woman can make you
feel. I wanted her as much as she seemed to want me. (Maybe I'd
tell her afterward.) She lowered one of her nipples into my mouth.
(Yeah, afterward.)

After I'd enjoyed her nipples, she sat on me and undid my shirt and
spent some time kissing my chest before she moved lower and undid
my pants. My heart was really pounding now; it was the moment of
judgment. (I'm not exactly Mr. Foot-long.) She reached into my
pants and grabbed hold of me.

"No problems here," she purred.

I was relieved, but I also figured she was talking about the
hardness factor.

"You said something about protection." She yanked my pants and
underwear down my legs and then off, leaving us both butt-naked.

I pointed to the nightstand by the bed. She hopped off and fished
out the condoms and lube. I used the time to make sure everything
was alright down there. She jumped back onto the bed. "Cool, lube
too," she said, looking it over.

"May I?" she said, ripping one of the packets open with her teeth.
I was too numb to really say anything. My mind was just stuck on
the fact that I was about to have sex, in this strange hotel room,
with this hot blonde that I'd just met. It was surreal. (I'd
really done it.)

She opened the lube and asked me to hold out my hand. I did it,
numbly. She squirted some on my fingers, and then she flipped
around so her ass was by my head. I got it now. I suddenly felt
a warm sensation on my dick. Angela had taken my head of my cock
into her mouth. She started slowly sucking as I slipped my fingers
in between her legs and found her pussy. For a few minutes, she
sucked, and I fingered. It was awesome.

"Yes, finger me." she moaned, finally rolling on the condom. "Yes,
lube me, honey."

I chuckled a little, but I did just that. I pulled her over, and
she obliged by moving one of her legs over me. She slid down so
I'd have a better view. I used the lube to spread her open. Her
pussy was simply amazing. It was so pink inside. I used my
fingers to explore it. She was slowly stroking my cock, while
also moaning periodically.

She let me have my finger fun, and then she announced that she was
ready and climbed down my body and mounted me. She was facing away
from me, but I figured she'd turn around in a bit, and she did. I
just lay there as she rode me, while enjoying the view. It took me
a little while to get over the fact that this was really happening.
I finally shook myself and flipped Angela over. It was time for
me to take charge. The sex was pretty much standard stuff (no
swinging from chandeliers), except that she liked to talk.
It was like she was doing play-by-play.

For a finale (I knew I was close), I suggested doggie style. She
grinned and flipped over. "Just be careful with your aim back
there."

I laughed. I adjusted my condom and then slid carefully into her
pussy. I tried to hold out as long as possible, but seeing her on
her hands and knees in front of me was a bit too much. I grabbed
hold of her arms and pulled back. I slammed her as hard and as
fast as I could until I finally came.

I crashed down next to her. Seconds later, I was flooded with
shame. It all came back to me why I was here. I cleaned up in
the bathroom, but I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I
just had to tell her now. Here was a woman willing to have sex
with a guy like me after just meeting him, and, to top it off,
she was good. No, I couldn't leave her here to die. In fact,
we needed more women like Angela. I wrapped myself in a towel
and went back to her with purpose.

The thing was that, when I went back into the room, I just couldn't
seem to find a way to tell her. I was being held back by some
simple facts. If someone wanted her dead, eventually they were
going to do it. If not tonight, then some other time. So why did
I have to put MY life on the line? Plus, I'd already spent some of
the money, so I couldn't give it back. I'd gone too far already.
She was already here, and we'd already had sex. (I'd also already
cum. So my brain wasn't working that well.)

She snuggled up next to me. She thanked me for a nice evening, and
then she said that if I wanted to do it again I could, and that
she'd give me a little rest. (She wasn't making this easy.)

After some time she started kissing my chest again. I was swamped
with guilt once again. "Look, I can't do this again."

"Hmmm?" she moaned, kissing down my body. "If you need some
help...." She kept kissing lower until she licked the head of
my dick.

I scooted up. "No, really!"

"What's wrong with you?" she snorted, bouncing off the bed. "You
probably have someone, don't you?" (She couldn't have been more
wrong.)

She started gathering up her clothes. (She was really trying to
leave.) I had seconds to make a life-changing decision.

I scrambled off the bed and grabbed my bag from underneath. (She
wasn't going anywhere.)

It was a struggle, but I managed to get her gagged and tied to the
bed. She put up more of a fight when I tried to rope her feet to
the bed frame, but I finally had her in place. I stepped back.
She was tied up spread eagle, naked, and totally helpless. God that
was fun! My dick fluttered. It was the first time I had ever tied up a
woman. I didn't know I had these feelings. Glancing at the clock, I saw
I still had some time. I could do anything to this poor woman now. I
shook those thoughts from my head. They scared me.

She began moaning, pleadingly, into her gag. It was making me even
more nervous. I dressed and then I gathered my stuff and headed
for the door. I made the mistake of looking back. I couldn't
leave her here like this. I dropped my stuff and went back over
and covered her with a blanket. I kissed her forehead as a tear
rolled down my face. I knew it was a kiss of death.

She gurgled, "Please, don't leave me," into her gag.

I jumped up and ran to the door. I opened it up and cursed. I
just couldn't. I shut it again and stood there. My head was
swirling. I wanted to leave and put this behind me, but I
couldn't. I simply couldn't leave her here to die for a lousy
twenty grand. I didn't know if it was the woman, the sex, or
morals, but it didn't seem right.

I moved back over to the bed and sat down. Angela was still
moaning into her gag.

I had to forcefully tell her to "can it," so I could think.

Minutes later, I finally brushed the hair back off her face.
"I don't know how to tell you this, but here goes." I told her
everything I knew about the money and the note, giving it to her
straight. She was wide-eyed and silent. (I wondered if she
believed me.)

"Look, maybe it has something to do with your job or maybe...? I
don't know, but maybe we can work it out together. I mean, I can't
leave you here. I just can't. I make no promises. I still have
most of the money. Maybe we can go somewhere and try to figure
this out. But we better get going."

She moaned into her gag. I apologized and un-gagged her and
started untying her. I moved fast. She was rubbing her wrists,
thanking me. I gathered up her clothes, and she started to
dress...slowly. I was trying to rush her along, but she was
lolly-gagging.

"C'mon, let's move it."

She just smiled at me. It was strange.

She pulled me close and hugged me. "Merry Christmas."

I pulled away. "No time for that. Now, let's go." I started
pulling her along when I heard the door buzz. (Shit!) The door
slowly opened. (MY knife.... My bag was on the floor right next
to the damn door.) A dark figure stood in the doorway. We were
trapped. I pulled Angela behind me.

A voice bellowed, "You alright, Babe?"

(Babe?) "Look asshole, I know karate." (I lied on impulse.)

"I'm sure you do," he said, with a laugh. Now I recognized him as
one of the men that Angela had been dancing with. In fact, he was
the guy I was worried about. (What was going on here?)

Angela brushed past me and danced over and gave the man a
passionate kiss. I stumbled back and sat down on the bed.
They both turned to me, sly smiles on their faces.

"Is this the part where you tell me what the fuck is going on?"

"Oh, don't be mad. You were sweet. I thought you were going to
leave me to die.... Most do."

I scratched my head.

"Of course, some of them tell me before they fuck me...."

"Let me handle this, babe," the man interrupted, stroking her hair.
"You see my wife and I...."

"Wife?" I snapped.

"Yeah, I didn't die in a car crash." He chuckled. "No, we've just
been married a while, and this is how we keep the spark alive."

I sat there feeling more foolish by the second, as they went on to
tell me about how they have done this for years now, always around
Christmas time. They were well-off, and it was like this was their
way of donating to charity. They pick a guy and a hotel and play
their little life-or-death game. The whole time, her husband is
in the next room listening. His wife had a little microphone on
her pocketbook. There was also one clamped on the lamp next to
the bed. It was so obvious once it was pointed out. No hidden
cameras though (at least that's what they said). I was told that
her husband only listens for security reasons and not for kink.
(But I'm sure that's exactly why she gave the play-by-play.)

"Why me?" I wondered.

"Remember that redhead from the Internet site who you went out on
a couple of dates with? Her name was Roxanne."

I closed my eyes and nodded. (She was my last date.)

"She's my best friend and likes to date, so she helps me pick the
guy. Funny, she didn`t do a good job of describing your looks. I
really like your blue eyes. Anyways, she's married, too, or you
might have got some."

I shook my head. (I'd liked that girl. We had a couple of nice
dates, and then she suddenly blew me off. That's why I stopped
dating.) I was also trying to put the pieces together.

"And that's how we knew where you worked and where you lived,"
Angela's husband said. (I looked at him with a scrunch. He
seemed to understand.) "Oh, I worked for a locksmith back when
I was in college. Things haven't changed much."

I sighed.

"Awww.... Don't be mad. Roxanne liked you. That's why you're
here. She said she was moved by your life story, and you were a
good guy. You seemed like someone who could use a break."

"You call this a break?" (I was starting to get steamed. Silly
me. I'd thought that I had actually pulled off a same-night hookup
with this woman.)

"Sort of...," her husband chimed in. "A break from the mundane,
anyways. You can't say that it wasn't exciting. You can't say
that my wife wasn't exciting. You can't say that finding a
boatload of money wasn't exciting. You can't say...."

"You're twisted!" I snapped. (The assholes had played a game with
me, and they were proud of it.)

"Perhaps. And I might feel the same if I were in your shoes. But
after a while you'll see things differently. Every time you look
at a twenty...you'll think of this."

(He was right, but it was beside the point.)

Angela moved over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks....
For what it's worth, I had a good time and the sex was nice, too.
Enjoy the money."

She turned and never looked back. They left me sitting alone,
stinging. I didn't have a lot, but I had my pride. Who did they
think they were? I wanted to chase after them and tell them what
they could do with their fucking money. But I didn't. I just sat
there.

I sat there a good long time.

The way I saw it, I had two options: I could use the money to
make a better life for myself. Or I could use it in my revenge.
(Didn't they say that they did this every year?) I guess I had
some time to decide. I smiled, Grinch-like. I knew which way
I was already leaning.

The End

Thanks for reading my story.

davesmistress
02-21-2007, 12:33 AM
Very good story indeed...Thanks Deputy Duffy

ADavid
02-21-2007, 04:07 AM
Very good story, thanx for sharing this with us.

Badlybent
02-21-2007, 06:55 AM
Another great one Duffy. I enjoyed.

SLMSDie
09-15-2007, 07:31 AM
I really liked this one.

frozen_north
09-16-2007, 10:28 PM
:) Wow!! Freaking awesome, I LOVED it:D :D :D

freedom
09-16-2007, 10:57 PM
Missed this one somehow...it's great.

Badlybent
09-17-2007, 03:14 AM
It was good enough for a second read. Thanks again Duffy. Where the hell are you anyway?

cum4me
09-17-2007, 11:47 PM
Ive never really tried BDSM Im not really sure if I would like it or not but the stories sure a intresting, very well written story as all of your storys Ive read are

hellomadam
10-05-2007, 04:25 AM
VERY nice story! Nice font, easier to read ^^

Deputy Duffy
10-07-2007, 11:35 AM
thanks everyone for the feedback...always nice to hear that someone enjoyed something you wrote. Almost forgot about this one.

meliketaters
10-10-2007, 06:51 PM
Nice story, loved the ending (or is it the end...dun dun dunnnn)!