"So, what exactly does a bounty hunter do?" She played with her hoop earring, running her finger around the inner rim. Her other hand held her cocktail which she sipped every few minutes. Her lusting eyes never strayed from him.
"Well, some of us prefer to be called bail enforcement agents, but it's alright if you call me a bounty hunter. I arrest criminals who jump bail. I get the reward for turning them in."
"Sounds dangerous." Her fingers lightly guided her straw to her pink lips for another sip.
"It is. But I always make it out alive. My trusty firearm has saved me many times," Felix said as he casually opened his jacket to give her a peek at the gun in its holster. He couldn't admit that the most action he had with his gun was cleaning it regularly.
She leaned over her drink toward him. "Do you carry handcuffs too?" she whispered in his ear.
He smirked and raised his eyebrow. "Why? Have you been a naughty girl?"
"Maybe," she said and rocked back in her bar stool.
"I might have to arrest you then." He tried not to look too eager. His night was getting better. Finally, a chance to have Shawna in his bed. She sipped the rest of her drink. His eyes traveled from her pretty face to the tits spilling out of her top.
"Why don't we talk more about what you do at your place? Maybe you can show me exactly how you take a criminal in. I'll pretend to be the bad girl." Her eyes looked him up and down too. His dark hair and dark eyes made him appear dangerous. It was what she was looking for. She centered her focus on his jean's zipper and bit her lip.
"Not tonight, sweetheart." A middle aged ill-dressed man carrying a couple folders pushed his way in between them.
"Really, Marv?" Felix complained.
Marv turned to the woman. "You don't want anything to do with this creep. Plus, the doctor still don't know what's wrong with his dick." Felix threw his hands up. Shawna, with an obvious look of disgust on her face, nodded grimly at the two men and left.
"Shawna, wait! There's nothing wrong with my dick!" he announced to the nearly empty bar and turned his glare onto Marv. "You fucker! You know how long I've been trying for her."
"Yeah, whatever. You don't want that slut. Trust me." Felix shook his head and gulped down his beer. "Got something for ya." Marv slid the folder to him.
He opened the file. "What? C'mon! Again? He almost killed me last time. He threatened to sit on me!"
"I guarantee this will be the last time. He's in a big, fucking mess."
Felix sighed and finished his glass. "You fuckin owe me. My hands could have been on her titties by now."
Just before 2 AM, Felix fell onto his bed in his small apartment. The job wasn't as bad as he had anticipated. With a hand firmly on his holster, he barged into the fugitive's house. But the huge man succumbed to tears rather than violence, begging "don't make me go back there!" Easy job, easy money. He passed out with his clothes still on, wishing in his final moments of consciousness that sometime soon he would go to sleep and wake up with a beautiful woman next to him from then to the end of his life.
~
He tossed the coffee cup into the trashcan in front of "Marv's Bail Bonds" and went through the door. No one was in the lobby, so he went behind the desk and down the hall. Marv waved him in as he knocked on his open door.
"Got one." Marv handed him another file that was thin and almost empty. "You're gonna love this one."
Felix flipped it open. His eyes immediately rested on the mug shot. She was skinny with a fair boob size, blonde bangs and crimped hair, with a scared look on her face. She seemed to be asking the camera, "What am I doing here?" And she was a beauty, downright sexy.
"Let me guess...meth?"
"Tax evasion."
Felix laughed. "Tax evasion?" He shook his head and read her information.
Carry Wilder. Age 27.
He studied the photo again. It was a shame she had to go to jail. He wanted a night with her underneath him, moaning and crying out his name. "This should be easy. I'll have her in by tonight."
"Don't forget your gun."
Felix pointed to the folder. "Seriously?"
"Maybe she's got a boyfriend living with her." He nodded. The risk was too high. He decided to do a stakeout first before charging in.
He parked six houses down from the blue, white trimmed house with a front yard almost overgrown with weeds. It wasn't neat, but it wasn't screaming slums either. Only one car occupied the driveway. Hers. No other cars were parked on the curb or anywhere near the house.
After an hour of boring observation, he closed his eyes and succumbed to his drowsiness. A few hours later, he woke up pissed that he wasn't paying attention. But the scene hadn't changed. Her car was still there. He cracked his neck and stepped outside. The cool breeze energized him and helped him regain his focus.
His gun was in its holster. His handcuffs were hanging from the back of his jeans. His paper for the girl was folded in his pocket. He was set. His eyes swept the area surrounding the house. He noticed the enormous tree in the backyard. It was perfect for his lie. He ascended the few steps to the porch. He knocked and turned his body to where only an outline of him can be seen through the peephole.
"Who are you?" the woman called from the other side of the closed door. The fear in her voice gave her away. She was alone.
"It's your neighbor, from down the street. Um, my cat is in your tree." As soon as the door opened, he pushed his way in, forcing her back. "Hello," he greeted her as he threw her back in and closed the door behind him.
Carry quickly backed away from him and farther into the living room. Her hand was firmly planted on the back of her hip. The other hand shook as she reached out in a defensive pose. Her eyes were wide with terror and anger. "Who the hell are you?"
He noticed the packed bags neatly set at the door next to him. "Whatcha doin skipping town, sweetheart?" She cocked her head, not understanding his comment. "You're in a lot of trouble." He took the handcuffs and swung them around his hand. Her eyes followed each circle they made. "C'mon, sugar. Don't make this hard on yourself." Her fear turned to desperation. He could see it in her eyes. She was determined to escape. Her hand awkwardly clung to her back. He advanced as she stepped backward. "C'mon, doll. Let me take you in. You have nowhere to go, except with me."
She flinched as she bumped into a small stand behind her. "My boyfriend is going to be home any minute," she said with hesitation. Felix shrugged. "He'll kill you if he sees you." He smirked and kept walking toward her, still swinging the handcuffs. She looked around him at the living room window.
"That doesn't scare-"
