Chapter Five
They came to the end of the warehouse about to turn into the parking area for those that had cars waiting for them as ships disembarked crews and two men came around the corner, no worries, just business men by the look of it but my hackles rose a bit and my grip on her waist tightened. One man, a particularly large man at that, came straight at them in a way that brought on fears of the unknown, now I was getting nervous. I whispered to her “be cool, but just in case be ready to run baby, this looks as if it could get nasty.” The man stopped right in front of them and reached to the inner coat pocket of his blazer…strangely both men were dressed alike. He withdrew a leather folder and opened it in front of them to see saying “I am special Agent Johnston, are you Ezekiel Smythe” as he looked straight at me. I gulped down the lump in my throat and squawked out nervously “Yes, is there a problem?” The man turned his attention to Sally and asked politely “Is your name Sallie La Flirte?” Her silence said volumes, either it had been an alias or she was tongue tied by the immediacy of the request. I jumped in and said “Yes, what’s this all about?” in a commanding, almost angry tone. “Sir” the man replied with equal calm “There was an incident a couple days ago near a local coffee house, we understand that you were both there just before you sailed. We have some questions for you, don’t worry, neither of you are in trouble of any kind. They won’t take long…just come with us for a few minutes and you’ll be on your way.” He eyed Sally like any man would and tsked quietly as he considered just how sweet that body would be thrashing around under him. The two men escorted them to a grey government sedan, opened the rear doors and allowed them to sit in the back seat closing them in, functionally imprisoning them with no door or window handles on the interior of the rear compartment. I looked over at Sally, my eyes pleading with her to make sense of it all. I knew before all was said and done she’d likely pitch a fit. And she did without a second thought. “Barney you fucking bastard, I had this all figured out until now, guess we will just have to see what I can come up with. What the fuck have you done Barney, rob a bank or something? They are the feds; they aren't here to bust a small timer like me. Was that fucking money that you have been feeding me hot?” Just then the two men get into the front seat of the car and turn to seemingly question us; she instantly turns on the tears. She sobs out to me “Okay, get your self out of this Barney” somewhere between fear, nerves and anger to her tones. As the two agents slid into the front seat their whispered voices couldn’t be heard even as close as the rear compartment. They each turned to face the back, each taking in the sight of the man and woman in their web of typical federal intrigue. Without a word the driver pushed a button and a privacy screen slid closed between the two parts of the sedan, I pounded on the panel of Plexiglas and demanded an explanation as the driver started the car and drove from the docks. I was in shock, a simple crabber in custody of the government….I shouted to them “Why? What in the hell are you going to do with us?” but the two in the front seat faced the roadway said nothing as the car moved ahead. I gripped Sally’s hand and asked as calmly as I could “Is there something you need to tell me? You said a few minutes ago that they aren’t after a small timer like you. What does that mean?” I stole back my hand, frustration building hard and fast as the car took the shoreline drive to a better part of town than sailors usually got to go. It was then that I smelled it, a faint smell of almonds; I watched as Sally slumped over onto my lap, my last thought “I finally get her mouth near me and I can’t even get it up” as my eyes fell closed as the ether took its toll. When I awoke I was in a plain ordinary room, lying in a plain ordinary double bed, beside me lay my dream girl Sally. My head hurt like hell when I tried to sit up, but I managed to do so and looked over at the wonderful curves I had lusted over so many times in the past three days…and she lay beside me sleeping like a baby. I nudged at her shoulder; she groaned but didn’t wake up. Whispering in case someone was listening I lowered myself near her ear “Sally, wake up baby…come on, wake up, we may be able to get out of here…” She was still out of it from whatever drug the two had pumped into the cars rear compartment, though I thought I remembered the scent of ether from when I had my tonsils out years ago; her breathing sounded smooth as if she was just asleep, her chest….oh what a chest…rose and fell so smoothly I was tempted to touch and shook off the urge. I listened to her breaths in…out….in….out; smooth and rhythmic and with each one her huge tits welled up beneath the halter top…temptation got the best of me as my fingers untied the knot binding it and pulled it open to reveal her push up bra beneath. ‘In for a pint…in for a pound’ my dad had always said as I pulled the straps off of her shoulders and revealed the wonders of her breasts…soft…smooth….faint pink areolas with textured nipples relaxed and supple.