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I heaved my 6'3', 250lbs mass out of the low-slung seat of my convertible. I had finally done it. I had finally found her. She was walking down the road, minding her own business when I saw her. She was the one that I was supposed to tail, i thought. About five foot five, platinum hair down to her ass, and legs that seemed to go forever. She was dressed in a bright red business suit, jacket and skirt. From the view that I had, I figured she was a good looker, but as I couldn't see her face, or tits, I wasn't sure. I began to follow her.
I was about a hundred feet behind her when a man dressed in black stepped out of an alley behind her, and grabbed her. He just jumped out; one arm snaked around her waist, the other hand covering her month. She jumped, and struggled, but he was too strong. He began dragging her back in to the alley. Being the man that I am, I followed. The alley opened up into a large open area filled with large dumpsters. I weaved my way through them, and to my surprise, by the time I got into the alley; he had the young woman tied down to some stakes. I realized that he must have set this up before hand, as there was a mattress placed onto the ground, and a stake at each corner.
The young woman, in early twenties, was gagged, and to my horror, I realized that the man had a knife in his hands. He leaned forward, and grabbed hold of the woman's jacket, slicing it up the middle. By now I knew that I would have to get involved, so as that the woman didn't get raped. I slowly moved forward, and as I slipped up behind them, I got my first look at her. Her body was beautiful, perfectly shaped. Her face was that of an angel. I watched for a moment, deciding upon how I could sneak up on this freak with out him realizing I was there. I watched as he sliced open her blouse, then her skirt. Finally he cut her bra and peeled it aside. He put the knife down to the side, and began to fondle the woman's breasts. His back was to me, and I began to slow sneak up, leaving the cover that the last dumpster had given me. He reached for the knife just as I got behind him. He turned, literally, into my foot, which I had aimed for the side of his head; instead I got him in the nose. He fell back over the woman, blood flowing from his nose. He didn't get back up.
I grabbed the knife, and got off her gag and the ropes tying her down. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me. I was standing over her, holding the knife in my hand, staring, dumbstruck. She was gorgeous. She had large breasts, and huge areolas. My dick got hard, and I couldn't move. I stood there like an idiot, until our eyes met. She blushed, and looked away.
I peeled off my trench coat, and handed it to her. She immediately covered herself. I was having trouble controlling myself. It had been a long time since I was that close to a near naked, hot woman. And hot she was. I offered her my hand, and she stood up, putting on my trench, and tying it shut. Knowing that she was practically naked beneath it did play tricks on my libido. "In the pocket is my cell, cal 911, while I tend to this scum," I said to her, turning to deal with her assailant. She reached out, and grabbed my arm, and shook her head, "Please, don't, no police." I looked at her shocked. "Does the name Dallion mean anything to you?" she asked.
As soon as she said that name, I realized I had just made a huge mistake. This was not the young woman I was supposed to tail. Dallion was the area's reigning druglord. I found myself wishing that I hadn't gotten involved. As a PI, I knew better. As far as Dallion is concerned, I knew a lot about him, since my sisterβs husband was the head DA, and was in the middle of a huge investigation, with Dallion in the middle. I looked at her and said, "Who hasn't heard of him? Why?" She looked at my face, stared at me for a moment before she said anything.
"My name is Silvay Dallion. The man this state has been a trying to capture is my father. If I called the cops on this, my dad would kill me." She explained as she tried to straighten her hair. "Please, can you just help me get home?" I thought about it real quickly, and decided it might be the perfect opportunity to get some valuable inside info for my brother-in-law.
"I can give you a lift home if you want, but I should ask you if I can get into any trouble from you dad?" I replied decisively. Silvay glanced at me and smiled as she replied, "He will not hurt you. Because of you actions here, he will probably want to reward you."
I turned away and began to lead her to my car. Today I was driving my pride and joy, my '67 t-bird. As I opened the passenger door for her, Silvay stared at the car. "Oh, My God!" said breathed, "This car is beautiful. I love it." She slipped into the seat and I walked around to the drivers seat.
"My name is Marcus, by the way." I told her. "Where am I going?" She looked at me, and replied that she lived on Buxmalt Drive, off of route 55. I know where this was, and I figured it would take a good half hour. Not that I minded, I was constantly getting peeks of her naked body underneath my trench coat. We exchanged small talk, and I was amazed at how quick she recovered from her ordeal. She barely seemed to be shaken at all. Everything seemed fine, when out of the corner of my I eye, I noticed her shudder.
"What's wrong," I demanded. "Are you cold?" I looked at her, and she shook her head.
"N - No, I'm not cold,β she said. "I am just realizing what happened, how close I came to being raped. It's not that I haven't had sex before, but I've never been forced like that." She looked at me, and smiled, a sad smile. "You probably wouldn't believe this, but I'm twenty four years old." Little did she know just how much about her I already knew. She was twenty-four, daddy's little girl. She'd achieved honours in high school, honours in her business degree. She was rumoured to be quite a slut, and even rumoured to be a major part of her dad's business. I glanced at her again, as she shuddered again. "Would you like me to stop for a moment, or can you talk while we drive?" I asked.
"Please stop. There is a little turn off just ahead." she replied. I saw it, and pulled in. She slowly began to sob, and I reached over and pulled her into my arms. This was getting harder and harder to hide my attraction to her. This was no time for me to jump on her, especially considering I was supposed to be tailing her. I held her for a couple of minutes, and then the sobs stopped. She straightened out, and sadly smiled up at me, "thanks," she said. "I needed that."