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A Sneaky Rescue

A Sneaky Rescue

by thepiper146
19 min read
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I read somewhere that the working class has one advantage over the upper classes. We have networks and we rely on those networks to get things done. In other words we look out for each other. Sure some of us skate very close to the edge of legality, some of us do things that we shouldn't really do and most, if not all do things that are frowned on by "polite society" i.e. the upper classes or maybe they just hide their sins more carefully. So buckle up and come into the world that I and my extensive networks inhabit.

It's my nineteenth birthday, and Shelley my girlfriend, and possibly now my ex girlfriend has gone home in a huff because she said I was leering at my sister. Her angry departure leaves me with a woody of epic proportions. I suppose agreeing with her and saying that I wanted to rub my cock between her breasts and cum on her face did not sit well with her.

"You vulgar fuck!" were her last words to me, so probably sweet talking her on Monday morning is not going to cut too much mustard. So I start fantasizing about Shelley and end up remembering my sister's magnificent rack. I was a bit careless and spurted cum all over the blankets so a major clean up is necessary cos Ma will have words to say if she finds cum encrusting her blankets. Oh I didn't mention that I ended up wanking on her side her "marital " bed as she calls it. I was drunk and got lost. That's my excuse and I am sticking to it, like cum to Ma's blanket I suppose.

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The sound of my father snoring wakes me. Normally I don't hear him. I often hear Ma complaining about his snoring but there's this cupboard between my room and theirs so sounds are normally muffled from their room and I only get to hear them when Ma gets really noisy, usually when she is a bit pissed and passionate but tonight it's different see? I got tired of only hearing the muffled sounds of sex and I wanted to hear them fucking in glorious Hi-Fi sound so this morning I headed down to Big Mike's Electronic Warehouse and bought the makings of a small bugging system that pumped sound from a microphone in their room to a pair of modified ear buds in my room. Can't have people hearing a speaker in my room repeating what was going down in my parent's room now can I? So, of course I had to sleep with them in my ears.

Anyways, I didn't think of the old bastard's snoring and I am now paying the price. I am just about to remove the ear-buds and rethink the whole voyeurism bit when I hear Ma's voice.

"Wake up! You are fucking snoring so loud that the neighbours can hear you!"

"Huh? What?"

"Your snoring is so loud you gonna wake the neighbours."

"I'm doing a them public service. They are not gonna start complaining cos it will give them an excuse for a quick rumpy pumpy. And speaking of which..."

A while later I hear a soft moan from Ma, then

"About fucking time! You haven't visited down there for ages. Too busy humping Flo."

Now Flo or to give her her proper name Florence "cos she was conceived in Italy see" is my older sister, just turned 21 and enough to give any red-blooded male a full on woody. And not only is Pa fucking her, but Ma knows about it. What the fuck?

There is a sudden slapping sound and Ma squeals.

"Ah! Fuck!"

"Stop it. You know you like a good slap on the arse!"

"Not that hard!"

This followed by another slap.

"Better! I swear you bruised me with the first one. Now! Fuck me!"

"Get on you knees!"

And I hear Pa slam into Ma's pussy from behind and Ma going "Uh!" loudly, followed by the sound of Pa pounding into her from behind.

I get my hand on my cock and stroke more or less in time to Ma's gasping moans. I find myself fantasising about fucking Shelley, then Ma and then Flo. When Ma says "Oh fuck!" loudly, I spray cum on my blankets moments before Pa stops banging Ma. Afterwards I find that I am not sure which one was dominating my fantasies.

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It's my week for night shift at the fire station so the bug in Pa's room is quietly retired for the week. Save batteries see? We get the usual bunch of false alarms and minor disturbances to keep us awake and prevent me from losing my entire pay check to Robbie McGuire who is, I find out to my disgust actually banging Shelley or at least he says he is. I am somewhat sceptical about his claims as I never got past first base with her. Always had some shitty excuse for not getting into a good clinch with me. The news leaves me in a foul mood and I am grumpy and short tempered with everyone.

Anyway Saturday night arrives and we get a real call out. House on fire, double storey with people trapped upstairs.

"No smoke detector! Serves them bloody well right!" I growl as we head on out. The team just ignore me until we get to the fire and being the lazy fucks that they are I get to climb up the ladder for a last look around. In a dangerously smoke filled room I find a woman packing a bag.

"We don't have time to pack! Lets go!"

"I can't go without my... "

The rest of the sentence is obliterated by an ugly crackling noise that sounds like the house is going to collapse. I consider leaving her there, then think "fuckit" and sling her over my shoulder. I carry her down the ladder moments before the house collapses. She is still complaining when I dump her on her feet near a medic and walk away before I tell her to "shut the fuck up" and get done for bad manners or bad public relations or what fucking other. The team boss pats me on the shoulder.

"We should keep you in a foul mood! It makes you very effective!"

I snarl at him and go looking for something to do that will let me work off the adrenaline rush. The rest if the night is taken up with minor boring details and general mopping up.

It's Monday and I am working day shift again. Pa is off on one of his regular trips "up country" as he calls them or "up cunty" as Ma calls them. The bug is in place and working so that I can listen to whatever Ma gets up to when Pa is away. There have been veiled hints about phone sex and masturbation so the week may not be a complete waste but Monday is a waste except to prove that Ma snores and, as Pa complains farts regularly. Not unexpected I suppose. Not the snoring and farting but the lack of any action. Pa probably banged her good and proper before leaving on his trip.

It's Tuesday night and Ma, Flo and I have a late supper together. Ma is looking tired after a "bad day at the office." but Flo is looking very, very sexy and oozing sexuality from practically every pore.

"Going to bed!" Flo says, walking around behind me and dragging her finger nails across my back. She knows I don't like that because I have told her that it irritates me. What she doesn't realise that I really don't like it because it arouses me and makes me want to fuck her and she is my sister, and, and, and.

I head off to my room but Flo's fingers across my back have made me as randy as all hell so I climb on my bed and thinking of the woman I carried out of the burning building I start to wank, but my thoughts turn to Flo who caused the trouble in the first place and I have another one of those "fuckit" moments. I go to Flo's bedroom and stalk in, I look down at her, haul out my cock and say.

"You wanna fuck? I am so fucking randy!"

She strips off her top and says

"Took you fucking long enough didn't it?"

I open and close my mouth a number of times giving Flo time to add.

"Shelley told me that you wanted to rub your cock between my breasts and cum on my face. So what are you waiting for?"

Flo laughs softly

"She misunderstood you didn't she? It was her tits and her face you were talking about wasn't it?"

"Stupid cunt she is! But I have no reason not to do that to you."

And as I say that I push Flo back onto her bed, kneel astride her chest with my cock between her breasts and proceed to breast fuck her.

And then Flo lifts her head and takes my cock into her mouth at each forward thrust which just shortens the time it takes for me to cum. Not on her face as I really wanted, but down her throat. At that stage however I didn't care where my load went, I just wanted it out of me and into or onto her. She pushes me off as soon as I have cum.

"Get off me! Now you can eat my pussy."

I have never eaten pussy before so I am a bit hesitant.

"You never done this before have you? You're a virgin? Oh boy have I struck lucky? OK, so find my clit."

I use my tongue to explore.

"No! It's up the top!"

I try again.

"Yes. That's right. Now suck it gently like it's a tiny prick."

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I find the comparison a bit of a problem as I have never sucked a prick before but I get the idea.

"Ah. Yes. Don't stop. Keep going!"

The instructions degenerate onto a series of gasps and moans. I start to get a neck ache and try to pull back but Flo grabs me by the hair and grinds her pussy against my face. She finally lets go of my head, arches her back, makes a growling sort of noise then says

"Now fuck me!"

Her pussy surprises me by being hot, wet and tight. A novel and wonderful feeling and I have absolutely no problem with fucking us both to a satisfactory climax.

"Fuck. That was good! Now fuck off back to your room. I have to work tomorrow."

Purely out of curiosity I stick the ear-buds in my ears but there is just the sound of Ma's gentle breathing which soothes me off to sleep.

The next morning just after start of shift, the shift manager summons me to his office. Not a good feeling. What have I done this time? The memory of carrying the woman out of the house comes to mind. She or her husband is probably rich enough to make my life a misery. I am thus in a defensive mood when I walk into the bosses office. Sure enough a woman and a man, richly dressed are sitting with the boss.

"Stephen. This is Paula and Jeff Smith. Paula us the person you rescued from the house in Lamberts Way."

I nod as respectfully as I can manage but I have this awful feeling that Mike, the shift boss is secretly laughing at me.

I wait for the angry tirade from them but I am completely overwhelmed by the woman Paula.

"I am so sorry to have argued with you. I was panicking. I didn't realise things were so bad. So dangerous."

She doesn't get any further.

"Stupid woman nearly got herself killed for some baubles."

The tirade is angry, dismissive and degrading and the woman shrinks in her seat. Mike is suddenly not smiling. And me? I am angry. You don't degrade a woman in public like that. I open my mouth to say something but I get a glare from Mike. Right at the end of Jeff's tirade, Mike gets to say that we were only doing our duty and that people do panic in such circumstances and that we were glad she got out safely. They get up to leave Paula puts her open hand behind her back, folds her thumb across her palm and closes her fingers over her thumb.

Mike and I stand and watch them leave.

"Did you see that?"

"What?" Mike being cautious.

"That was a help signal and you know it!"

He sits down and looks at me for a long while.

"We gotta do something!"

Is Mike testing me or does he not care?"

"Is there not a channel for such things? There are channels for fucking everything else!"

"Yes. And you know how inefficient they are."

"Except when they want to shit on us. If that fuck had wanted to complain we would be knee deep in officialdom. He probably has friends in parliament, the council, whatever!"

"Calm down and leave this with me. In fact as a gesture of goodwill and approval take the rest of the day off. Also a way of calming you down. Now fuck off till tomorrow."

A week passes and I am back on night shift kicking my heels waiting for something to happen. Nothing does but more critical to me nothing happens on the Paula front. Mike shakes his head every time I ask. Somehow the issue is sinking into history but is fast becoming an obsession for me. My friends and colleagues start to shun me and that just adds to my frustration which feeds my obsession.

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It is 10 pm and I am back on shift.

"Hey Stephan! Phone call for you."

Mike doesn't like us getting private calls on the station landline, but in this case he says nothing but he has a strange look on his face.

"Stephan?" A woman's voice, vaguely familiar. She talking in a hurried whisper. "It's Paula! The woman..."

"I know who you are. Are you OK?"

"No. And its not safe for me to be using this phone number. I took a chance on finding you there. Please use this number. Its my maids phone. She will carry messages between us. She insisted that I phone you. Said because you saved my life you must look after me. Please help me," She reads out a phone number and immediately hangs up.

Mike avoids me for the rest of the shift.

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I get home Tuesday morning and find Ma in the kitchen cleaning up. I start talking to her about my Paula obsession and she makes vaguely interested noises.

"Ma? What can I do about that woman?"

"I dunno! But Clarice had to escape her man when he got violent. Talk to her."

Clarice is a middle aged woman with dyed red hair, an out of date wardrobe and sparkling wicked eyes.

"So. What can I do for you? I know what I would like to do with you, but let me hear what you want first. As always business comes first. After the woman of course!"

She bursts out laughing at her own joke and then listens attentively.

"And you Ma said, "Go talk to Clarice, she had to hide from a man. She will know." Am I right?"

I nod hoping to survive what sounds like incoming enemy fire.

"Anyone else sent you I would have torn you to shreds. I don't like men too much. But your Ma, she saved me. Talked sense into me. Not once, but each time I went snivelling to her. She just kept on till I listened proper like. I went and hid in a shelter till he left town with the cops after him. They wanted him for common assault. Beat up another guy. That got the cops interested. Not interested in marital strife. Don't really blame them. Murky waters them marital strife seas are."

"Do you have contact details for me?"

"I have contact details, but not for you. I will be your go between. And you need to get her there without her being seen. If she arrives with a brass band following and you in tow she is not going to get in. Understood?"

I nod.

"You will bring me a plan and if I approve it, I will pass the details on. After you have given me a rousing fuck of course."

"You want a down payment now?" Well a man can hope can't he?

"No. Now fuck off and make some solid plans."

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Louis drives a fancy taxi cab. It is a black Mercedes and is his pride and joy. Normally he parks close to the rich areas, but tonight he pulls up at a block of flats on Main Road, Plumstead and Janice is waiting for him, short miniskirt, see through blouse and high heels. He cannot believe that she is actually sliding into the back seat of his car and a quick look in the rear view mirror assures him that she is not wearing panties. He has been trying to get the blonde and glorious Janice to let him fuck her on the back seat of his Merc for years, with a blanket in the seat to stop stains or damages of course.

"Are you ready for a ride in my chariot of fire?"

He sounds so corny Janice thinks to herself but she laughs softly.

"But of course! In fact, you will get to ride my chariot of gold anywhere you want that is safe."

He drives to the top of Signal Hill and climbs into the back seat of his cab with Janice who has already slid her skirt up over her hips.

"Cummon Big Boy! Show me what you got for me." She unzips his pants and finds a semi erect penis just waiting for her. He opens her blouse and sucks on her breasts making her sigh softly. "Fuck me now. I need your cock."

Janice is pleasantly surprised. He takes his time, stroking her pussy and building up her lust till when she says "Fuck me!" she really means it this time. When he drops her off at home the thought of a second outing with him after he has done his delivery seems like a very good idea and not just a necessity.

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Flo's phone rings.

"Louis is primed to deliver."

"Thank you. We will deliver her safely with you help. How was it by the way?"

"I may need to make him a regular."

"So good?"

"Oh yes!"

"Care to share him?"

"Fuck off!" she says and rings off laughing and feeling kinda good about herself and her future love life.

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Gus looks at his wife wondering how to broach the subject. He is expecting fierce opposition from her. She is a shareholder in the company so she does have a lot of say in any decisions. And boy, Gus thinks, she does have a lot to say in any case.

"OK! Spit it out. What's eating you. You've been glum since Stephan phoned you. What does that madman want?"

"Move a woman in one of our trucks from Maitland to an undisclosed address in Cape Town."

"He gotten into kidnapping now?"

"No! He may be mad, but he's got a good heart."

"So?"

"If I tell you, you cannot tell anyone."

"Tell me for fuck sake. I am your wife."

"This is serious!"

"Yes I understand that. Tell me!"

"The woman is running away from an abusive husband. She gets to our warehouse somehow and we take her to somewhere in the city."

"And you waited all day to tell me about it?"

"Yes. I didn't know.."

"Now you do! You tell Stephan yes. Tell him we will drive her to Timbuktu if necessary!"

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Shelley smiles while gently stroking Gail's nipple.

"I need a favour Love."

"Anything Sweety. You know that. I've waited so long to get you into bed."

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Oh, yes. Definitely! Now what's the favour?"

"It's for Stephan."

"That guy you were dating?"

"Yeah."

Gail starts to say something but Shelley puts her hand on Gail's mouth.

"Listen first before you react! Please."

Gail nods but looks carefully at Shelley.

"He wants you to lend us one of your basketball team tracksuits to make a woman look like she's part of the team. When she gets out of a van he wants the team to surround her and escort her into a safe house."

"And why are we doing this? Who is this very important woman? Why should we care? Put on a silly show for someone we don't know?"

"Her husband's a big man in the city and he beats her. We are afraid he will interfere."

"OK. But if this is bullshit."

"It isn't! And I think I know who it is. Remember that Stephan is a fireman. It is him that is running this operation and it was him that hauled Paula Smith out of her burning house. Got a commendation for "bravery beyond". Remember?"

"Jeff Smith! Bastard. Heard some ugly words about him. And I know some ugly things too. OK, I am sold and the team will do what I say. Now, where were we?"

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Mid morning in an expensive neighbourhood a black Mercedes stops outside a gate and woman gets in the back seat and is driven away. Forty minutes later a delivery truck sets out from Maitland and stops in a nondescript road in a nondescript suburb. Minutes later a group of women in iridescent blue and purple trot up next to the van and have a loud discussion about how much further the run is going to be. Eventually the group moves off, goes around the corner and stops right at the gate of a house. They discuss the run a bit more, then turn and run back the way they came. If someone had been counting they would have noticed that there was one less runner when they headed back than there had been going the other way.

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"Stephan! Parcel for you!" Flo tosses an envelope on my bed and wanders off. Inside the envelope is a flash drive. I put the flash drive in my computer hoping it does not have any viruses. The virus checker seems happy, so I open a file browser and look at the contents. There is a big video file and a readme.txt file. Curious, I open the readme.txt file. A couple of lines of text appears. "For release to all news agencies. Format this drive after viewing. Do not keep a copy. Gail" Intrigued I run the video file.

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