Surprise at the Gas station
"Treaver you horny bastard, show goddamit." Jim Verhem swore for the
20th time in the last hour fidgeting with impatience. Fuck Dick Tracey,
Mag PI and all those fucking TV dicks that enticed him since childhood into
being a private investigator he thought. Cocksuckers were laying on a
beach somewhere sipping drinks and here he was sitting in his car staking
out a rental at 12am Friday night when he should be out getting laid.
Actually Jim had it good and knew it. Only 19 and he had his own
apartment nice possessions and money overseas making more money. True he
was still in tight-ass Kerring pop. 50,000 but only in a small city like
this where the market was too small could a 19-yr old set up a successful
shop. But Treaver Reice was the smartest, sneakiest most careful cheating
husband he'd ever tried to nail. Most of the horny bastards smelled pussy
and all brains left town. But Treaver was different. It didn't help that
the woman he was screwing was cheating too and had just as much to lose.
Jim panned his surrounding's with the video for the 10th time checking
his setup. It was perfect. He was in an alley amongst other cars. To his
left was the Gas & Go. Across the street was the rental that one of s
Treaver's buddies owed. It was above an insurance agency and had just been
vaccinated and Jim was betting on this being the next love nest for Treaver
and upstanding Mrs. Sparks. During the day he would be easily spotted but
at night the street lights and those from the Gas & Go cast a reflection
that made detection impossible except from the rear of the alley. Jim had
placed a recording mike through the window. With the video it should be
enough to net him $5,000. If only the bastard would show.
Catching a truck out of the corner of his eye Jim panned his camera over
to the Gas & Go. Maybe it would be a nice looking girl or two. Jim
snorted as the beat up old Mazda pulled up. Bill Dunbass Spicer. Bill was
his age, ignorant and going nowhere and fast. His resume could be summed
up in two words Bad News. Jim panned the video over to the passenger seat
to see what pig Bill was sporting tonight and almost dropped the recorder.
Lori Patterson!!!!!!!
Lori Miss Goodey Tooshoes Ice Bitch Social Queen Fucking
Patterson!!!!!!!
Jim strained his eyes trying to confirm the impossible. But no there it
was clear as day. Lori Patterson in Bill's truck and she didn't even look
held against her will. Jim hit the record button and grinned evilly. No
telling what kind of trouble this would cause her if it got out. Lori had
destroyed his social life and broke up his relationship with Kim. Jim
ogled the thought of Lori's father seeing this.
Lori must have been thinking along the same lines. She was nervously
looking around and fidgeting while Bill pumped petrol. Bill finished and
walked into the store. Lori seemed to relax a little as she assured
herself no one was around. With this being Kerry no one was libel to come
along either even though it was Friday night. Jim kept filming,
luxuriating in pleasant thoughts of revenge.
Jim's revelry was shattered by the sound of a gunshot and then another.
"Shit.' Jim exclaimed realizing it came from the Gas & Go. That dumbass
robbed and shot Fat Freddie. But wait the shots sounded like they came
from two different guns. Jim's assessment was confirmed as Bill came
limping out of the store gun in one had and a bag in the other. As he
rounded the front of the truck he stumbled into the bumper and dropped the
bag onto the pavement bills scattering.
Bill hesitated unsure what to do and then climbed into the truck.
Instead of taking off they appeared to be arguing. Jim wondered what the
hell was going on. Before long Lori got out of the truck and calmly
scooped the money into the bag and returned to the truck. Bill hit the gas
and they were gone into the night. Jim lowered the recorder stunned. He'd
almost convince himself it wasn't real when the store alarm went off.
"Shit, shit, shit." Jim wondered what he should do. If he was exposed
he might as well kiss the Treaver case goodbye. But shit Fat Freddie
probably needs help. But shit, he hated that bastard. But fuck he's a
human. A police siren in the distance made his mind up. Hell they can do
more for him than I can he thought. Jim quietly backed the car out of the
alley and off into the night he went.
Lori sat numbly in the passenger seat trying to hold the hysteria back.
Jesus Christ she thought. All she wanted was a little fun not a criminal
record. Think Lori think, what in the hell was she going to do. Suddenly
Bill broke the silence.
"Didn't even squeal wheels. My uncle taught me that," Bill stated
proudly. "Cops can trace tire prints. How we have the dough to go to the
late show over Bristol like you want."
Upon hearing this insanity Lori flipped. "You asshole we're not going
to Bristol, Your shot. You stupid fuck what the hell do you think your
doing robbing a store. To hell with you let me out." When Bill didn't
comply Lori grabbed the stick shift and yanked it into neutral. "Hey..."
Bill started but was interrupted by Lori who started hitting him and
screaming for him to stop. Bill had no choice but to hit the break.
Before the truck came to a halt Lori jumped out and started into a half
run down the street. "Hey wait a minute babe" Bill began drifting beside
her. He was immediately cut off.
"You stupid ass get it out of your head, We're not going to Bristol.
You're shot and need to get to a hospital. The cops will be looking for
you too."
With that Lori cut right down an alley. Bill suddenly realized the
police siren in the distance. Cussing women in general he put it into
first and pounded the gas.
Lori walked the streets sobbing and trembling slightly. O God she
thought, what am I going to do. Looking around she realized she was near
her best friend Mary's house. Maybe she could go there. God no she
started, What was she thinking. Mary would spread the news fast and wide.
Well it was only about 10 or so blocks to her house, She would have to huff
it. Shuffling along she tried desperately to check her tattered emotions.
She was doomed.
When the news got out through Bill when he was caught or from a witness
she would be up the river. At best her father would literally send her to
a convert or at worst she would be in jail. The last thought scared her so
badly she broke down sobbing again. Lori was unable to think much the rest
of the way home. Upon reaching home Lori raced up to her room and flung
herself onto her bed. In the safety of the bedroom she let it all out and
the tears flowed. Never moving an inch she cried herself to sleep.
Across town Jim sat on his couch watching his video. He had to watch it
twice jaw hanging before he could bring himself to believe it. It just
didn't make sense. On the third go around his PI skills took over and he
removed his emotions and started analyzing it calmly. After watching it a
couple more times he teased out the truth. On the surface it looked like
Lori Patterson was a willing participant in a robbery turned sour. Hell
there she was in the truck with Bill pointing angrily at the fallen bag of
money and then when he didn't move to get it she did.
But Jim new Lori and Bill both, And people in General. He deduced
correctly that Bill had refused to leave without the money. Now most girls
would have froze or freaked. Lori wasn't most girls. You didn't get to
the top of the social ladder in Kerry with just good looks, Even with the
ones she had. She had quickly deduced dumbass Bill wasn't moving without
the money so she calmly did what was necessary to get herself out of there.
With that puzzle figured Jim sat thinking of what he should do next.
His first instinct was to take the tape down to the station and gloat in
the glory of Lori's downfall. Two things made him hesitate though. First
there was Treaver Reice. Treaver was going to put two and two together no
matter how good a story Jim could concoct as to why he was taking video at
midnight. Course he could send it to them anonymously but Treaver would be
suspicious and the paranoid bastard would probably cut the affair off.
Second was the general fact that in a small God fearing slightly
paranoid city like Kerry the ideal of a PI sneaking around town checking up
on people wouldn't go over good. Kerry had all the vices of anywhere else
but with the bible thumpers around it was kept under raps. The penalty was
social blackballing and financial ruin. Jim prospered because he was low
key. He knew as soon as he was well known he would have to close up shop.
If it were sent anonymously it would be the great mystery. People would
not rest until it was solved.
Well maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be needed. Jim yawned and
decided to let it rest until the morning.
Lori woke the next morning in a start. She was dirty and her face was
tear encrusted and she had that unkempt feeling from sleeping in her
cloths. Thank God here parents were out of town so as not to see her in her
horrid state. She stumbled out of bed and got a drink wondering why the
police hadn't come and got her yet. Well might as well get cleaned up.
She'd as so look good for the hangman, as not she thought darkly.
Coming downstairs later she got a bowl of cereal and sat down in front
of the TV out of habit. Across town Jim was doing the same. The affair
was of course all the rage. Kerry had one TV station and not much news.
They had cut regular programming to cover the big story. First was Dave
Thompson the police chief standing roadside with his big gut jutting out
trying to sound important.
"We observed the subject fleeing the general area of the crime at a high
rate of speed. Becoming suspicious we attempted a traffic stop to check
him out. At witch time he took off and we began pursuit. The suspect then
lost control and slid into the ditch. The suspect exited his truck weapon
drawn. At that time my partner and I opened fire, striking him numerous
times. He was pronounced dead on the scene." The camera paned over to
Bills truck. It was lying cockeyed in the ditch. There were several
bullet holes in the truck along with a fair amount of blood. There was
more yakerty yak no more useful info.
Next was the video from the security cameras. Leave it to dumbass Bill
to pick the only joint in town with cameras Jim thought. The out of town
company had it installed when they bought the place out of habit. The
first camera showed both sides of the counter. Bill came in and got right
down to business. Pulling his piece he demanded the money. Fat Freddie
complied, putting the cash in a bag and setting it on the counter. But
when Bill glanced outside he saw his chance and went for his gun. Bill
realized it a split second to soon for Fat Freddie and plugged him one in
the chest. Fat Freddie was thrown against the back wall by the force of
the slug. His gun discharged, striking Bill in the side.
Fat Freddie hit the floor and Bill grabbed the bag and stumbled out the
door. The next camera showed the door from inside the store however a soda
machine and some hanging plants obscured most of the view outside. Jim and
Lori realized watching the rest of the clip that she had never been exposed
and you couldn't even tell there was anyone else in the truck.
Lori's mind raced in high gear. No one as far as she new had seen them
together or knew where they were going out. Lori had chosen Bill because
him and Mary had had a thing going in secret and he'd never told even after
she was finished with him. Something about how his uncle had taught him to
keep his mouth shut about affairs. Bill had taught Mary a lot about sex
and Lori was hoping he'd do the same for her. For the first time hope
began to surface in Lori's mind. True someone could have seen them but
probably word would have already reached Dave Thompson by now. Kerry was
gossipy and word traveled fast. Dave hated her father with a passion and
would break the sound barrier getting over her if he suspected. Still
someone seeing her might still be asleep or out hunting, working or such
but if it didn't come out in the next couple days it probably never would.
Jim sat thinking along the same lines but knowing less about Lori and
Bills whereabouts before hand and therefor less sure. "Shit that cunt
might walk if I don't turn her in.' he fumed. Fucking bitch, he thought.
Still he held out hope not knowing.
His thoughts were interrupted by the telephone.
`Hello'
`Jim it's Kevin. How it is.' Kevin was the resident PI in Bristol and
Jim's mentor. Kevin had taught him the ropes and Jim was the son Kevin
never had. Although well educated Kevin preferred a strange blend of
street slang mixed with getto talk in private. Jim accommodated him.
`Finest Kind.' He replied.
`Now lookey here boy. Got so sweet ass work for ya.'
`Ug.' Jim replied meaning "tell me more"
"Cake walk all you need is to sit on your ass and do some picture
taking. Cake walk.'
`Whys you not doing it then?'
`Cause the fucken' teamsters done struck. Fucken' Boss Hog wants video
of the picket line case the baboons start going apes-shit.'
`Uhaugh.' Jim grunted understanding.
'35 sweet ass little bills an hour. Adds up quick.'
`Done. When you need me.'
`Get your ass down here boy.' Kevin spat
`Later.'
`Much.'
Jim hung up the phone cussing. Great just what he needed. Getting
dressed he reconsidered. With the shit hitting the fan Treaver would
probably cool off for a while. Probably scare him a little. If his car
had been seen by the Gas & Go questions would have probably been asked.
And it would get him some thing to occupy his mind and wallets while things
around here settled out and see whether or not Lori would be exposed.
Anyway it really was a cakewalk. This was the reality of being a PI.
Boss Hog was the name Kevin used for Mr. John Davenport, The richest and
most powerful man in Bristol. Now Boss Hog gave Kevin a lot of background
and security checks. Gravy money, Couldn't afford to piss him off.
However this was a dangerous job for a local.
Not at the present, However people have long memories over suck things.
Someone spots Kevin taking video of the picket lines and a year later Kevin
might be greeted with a half-dozen or so pissed off truck driver wielding
tire irons in a dark alley.
As Jim finished dressing an evil thought crossed his mind. Would it be
so bad if no one ratted Lori. Well then he would be the only thing between
her and the can. Jim's fertile mind began figuring the possibilities.
Either way she was going down. `Serve the bitch right.' Jim mused happily
as he locked the front door.
Two weeks latter Jim sat happily at his desk rapping a cassette for
mailing. The Bristol job had been great. The goons had gone a little
apeshit. Enough to call for long hours but not so muck as to bring any
danger. He had cleared almost 5 grand. And while he was there he finally
nailed Treaver. Funny all the time he'd spent doing good detective work
and he got him finally by good old dumb luck. Jim spotted him in Bristol
and figured he could only be there for on reason.
Sure enough he followed him and found him and his flame with their guard
down. Not only did he get the bedroom recordings but also some good shots
of them dining and walking through the park petting. When he presented
them to his wife she was so happy she laid another 5 grand on him and then
just plain laid him. And best yet Lori had not been exposed. Jim had had
a lot of idle time watching the picket lines to plan. And it was looking
good.
Two hours later Jim sat nervously watching Lori's house through binocks
from a couple blocks away. This was the weak part of his plan. If anyone
intercepted the tape his plans were fucked. Jim's heart jumped when Lori's
bus came into view.
Lori sat dejected on the bus. 18 years old and she was still riding the
bus. Godam parents wouldn't even let her buy a car on her own until she
graduated. Fucking bible thumpers. This wasn't what really bothered Lori.
It was just a vent for her frustration and worry.
Lori was scarred and what really scarred he the most was ending up like
her mother. Bored housewife with no hope of excitement or advancement
other than what your hubby achieved. Always the junior partner in the
deal. Her escape lay in college and a good tech degree. Against her mother
wishes her father had consented to her attending the out of state college
he'd attended.
But she had to make it to fall without pissing off her parents. True
she was 18 and could go where she damn well pleased without her parent's
approval but go where. Kerry didn't teach their daughters much that
translated into marketable skills other than being a house wife. The best
job she could manage was maybe a waitress or secretary. True she could use
and discard men like Mary did but that didn't appeal to Lori. The thought
of having an affair with a pudgy old fart just to get a promotion or such
didn't sit well with Lori, In fact it made her sick. She was the
homecoming queen and she'd be damned if she'd stoop so low.
What appealed to Lori was Getting a tech job where your brain counted
more than your looks. With that she could get her own nice car and house.
And in her bedroom she could put a dumb ass hunk like Bill to keep her
pussy happy. Christ she was honey. 5 months to go could she hold out?
Lori had slept with 2 guys on 4 different occasions. But as soon as they
got some the idiots couldn't resist running their mouths forcing Lori to
break it off. Luckily Lori had been careful and it was their word against
theirs and no one believed them. At least she was on the pill so wouldn't
be getting married anytime soon. Mary got them from out of town for both
of them.
It'd been stupid to go out with Bill. Dangerous as hell in fact. If
her parents caught wind of anything at all she be going to some private
girls school where the most technical course would be operating a sewing
machine. But Christ she needed sex and bad. She thought of Mary and how
she'd described in lurid detail how Bill had held her down and teased her
clit with his dick until she begged for him to fuck her. Lori's pussy
began to wet.
Thank God the bus was pulling onto her street. Her parents were away on
one of those bible retreats they were always going to. Lori had managed to
skillfully embarrass her parents. Seemingly innocent the whole time so as
not to invite punishment till they had decided it best not to include her.
First thing she was going to do when she got home was to do a sexy
striptease she'd been practicing in front of the mirror. She'd pretend she
was seducing a hunk and then lay on the bed and frig herself to orgasm
imaging him pounding her with his monster cock.
Lori jumped off the bus and ran up the porch stairs almost overlooking
the small package leaning against the door. Curiously she examined it
while unlocking the door. It was addressed to her with personal and
confidential written on it. A small tingle of dread coursed up her spine
as she realized it had no return address, postage or postmark.
Locking the door Lori ripped the paper off the package to reveal a video
cassette box. As she pulled the cassette out a piece of paper fell out
onto the floor. Picking it up she felt another tingle of fear as she read
`If you want to discuss this tape meet me out front of Coopers Pharmacy at
5:30.' Don't be silly she chided herself. It's one of your girlfriends
being mysterious or even a guy trying to meet you.
However she couldn't bring herself to ignore it and went into the living
room and popped it into the VCR. Lori plopped down on the sofa and hit
play with the remote. When the picture came up Lori gasped in horror and
the remote fell from her numb fingers. Terror wrapped her entire body and
threatened to choke off her breathing as she watched her and Bill at the
Gas & Go. When she got out of the truck and calmly collected the money her
heart froze in place.
Lori couldn't move or even think and sat froze like a statue long after
the video ended and white fuzz took over. Her body was coated with a cold
clammy sweat. How long she stared at the screen she couldn't start to
guess. Finally she was able to move her trembling hand to where the remote
had landed and after several tries managed to rewind it.
She managed to get through the second showing without freezing, And by
the third was calm enough to start analyzing it. Remembering the note she
grabbed it and channeled all the adrenaline that was threatening to
overwhelm her into reading it. Lori's mind sucked up every detail of the
note as if she could force by shear will the one Question, Who! But it was
hopeless. The note was printed on computer paper and was unsigned with
nothing on the back.
Lori grabbed the remote back and rewound the tape and likewise vacuuming
the tape of every detail. It was worse than bad. It appeared without
question that Lori was a willing and even a directing participant in a
robbery that had led to murder. If this ever saw the light of day she'd be
locked away for life. She had to get the original and any copies. Lori
had no illusions as to this being the only one.
Lori grabbed the note, wrapping paper and removed the cassette. Running
upstairs she put them in her best hiding place. She had to make the
meeting. Looking in the mirror she realize for the first time she was
covered with sweat to the point it soaking through her dress. Shit she
couldn't go out looking like she just ran a marathon. Glancing at the
clock she sighed with relief. She had a little oven a hour. She had to
look her best. It was going to take all her skills and luck to get the
tape and she needed every advantage.
At 5:15 Lori walked out of her back door and strode purposefully towards
Coopers. You would have never guessed only an hour before she'd received
the shock of her life. Her hair was combed, blow-dried and she'd done a
very good makeup job. It accented her best features but wasn't overdone.
Her spring dress pushed her ample breasts up but still allowed them to
bounce slightly as she walked. It flowed around her curvy hips and flowed
enticingly around her perfect legs.
She was a knockout and had the confident air that would blow over most
people, Male or female. Jim saw this through his nocks and smiled.
Perfect, just perfect he thought. She hadn't freaked and was dancing to
his tune. Jim waited till 5:40 to pull around to Coopers so as to get Lori
worrying and keep her off guard. Rounding the corner he saw it worked.
Lori was standing in front of Coopers examining every car that went by with
a worried expression
When Lori saw Jim pull up she gulped. Jim had good reason to hate her.
This might not be easy she thought her confidence waning. Jim hit the
window button and simply stated.
`Your waiting for me. Get in.'
Lori shivered. `Why?'
`So we can talk'
`Can't we talk here' Lori stalled desperate for time to think
`No'
When Lori didn't move Jim said `OK, guess I'll go by the police
station.' And hit the window button.
`OK.' Lori quickly caved and got in the car.
Jim pulled away and drove through town like he was on a Sunday drive
seeming unconcerned with anything. Lori sat with her hands clasped on her
lap with a scared puppy dog look. She couldn't bring herself to start
small talk and dreaded broaching the subject of the tape. Finally when it
became apparent that Jim was not going to break the silence she screwed up
her nerve and said.
`Where are we going.'
`To my place.'
`Why.'
`So we can talk.'
`I thought you wanted me to get in so we could talk in the car."
`Changed my mind' Jim calmly stated.
Lori couldn't control herself any longer. Jim's calm causal manor had
completely unnerved her.
`Now look here Jim I don't know what your up to but I'm not going to
stand for It. You give me that tape or I'll make it hard on you.' Lori
snapped mustering all the confident dominating air she had used on her
peers at school. Jim simply looked over at her. She had the scared
defiant look of a cornered chipmunk trying to bluff a wolf. Jim reveled in
the look. Lori Patterson, Homecoming Queen Bitch cornered. He decided he
liked it this way and if he couldn't have her this way he'd see her in
jail. To Lori's horror Jim started laughing.
`Silly girl you have no way to make it had on me. Now you just sit
there quiet like a good girl until we get there.' Jim managed patting Lori
on the leg. Lori jerked her leg away and opened her mouth to speak.
Before she could Jim broke in with a cold quiet, low tone.
`However on the other hand I'll be happy to take you home if you like. I
bet I could sell the tape for a pretty penny. Imagine Lori Patterson, Home
coming queen involved in common robbery and murder. You know you don't
stand a prayer after your father got the FBI to raid the local friendly
poker game for the powers that be. Lets see, Chief of police, The DA, The
most respected doctor and businessman, a judge etc. Lucky they didn't have
cash on the table but chips instead. Still it cost them plenty in legal
fees and bribes, And any chance for Dave Spicer to move up. They would
give their left testicles for a chance to put the lofty Mr. Patterson's
daughter in prison. Now what's it going to be my place or the police
station.'
Lori sat dejectedly wringing her hands and finally managed `You.. your
place.'
` Good now keep quiet.'
Lori sat quiet as a mouse as Jim drove. She didn't have to guess at
what Jim wanted. And there was no doubt she would give it. But would her
body be enough? Jim pulled into his parking lot and killed the engine.
`Come on" he stated calmly getting out. Lori followed like a condemned
prisoner walking to the gallows
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