I couldn't remember a time that the wrecker business had been this slow. The whole week that I was on call I had been able to sleep all night long, each night. This was very unusual since we are on the rotation list's in our area for emergency call out. The day time operation hadn't been much better and that was even more unusual.
I kind of figured that this Saturday night was going to be a little more active, but I had no idea it was going to be this active!
The phone rang at 2:35am. I slowly came out of a peaceful sleep and answered. It was an accident on Stateline Road. The driver was trapped in an overturned vehicle and the fire department was unable to use their equipment to free them. They would be waiting on me to raise the car to allow them access. This was one of those "haul your ass" runs.
I grabbed a Sprite, my cigarettes and my keys and hit the door. I live about 9 miles from the scene of the accident so I was moving along at a pretty quick pace. The phone rang again. The police department wanted to know what my estimated time of arrival was. I told them about three minutes. They said ok and that they would inform the on scene commander.
As I arrived, I noticed that standing over to the side of the road, talking to a police officer was one of the finest women I had ever laid eyes on. I swung around behind the overturned, crushed vehicle and jumped out. I ran back to the firefighters and asked what they wanted me to do. After I received my instructions, I attached my chains to the cars front bumper mounts and slowly lifted until the firefighter in charge signaled me to stop. I stopped and waited. As I was waiting, I noticed the women that was talking to the police officer was on the border of hysterics. I wondered if someone related to her was the one we were fighting to rescue.
I was too involved in watching the beautiful blond to notice that the firefighters had rescued the person trapped and that they were trying to signal me to go ahead with my recovery. The police officer that the blond was speaking with pointed toward the wrecked automobile and I glanced back to the firefighter. He came up and told me to put my tongue back in my head and recover the car. I laughed with him as I lowered the vehicle and got back in my truck to reposition myself for the recovery.
The car was turned back over and hooked up on my sling. I pulled the vehicle into the service station there next to us and got out my ticket book. I walked to the officer with the blond to find out the pertinent information. I was told the driver's name, vehicle's owner's name and proceeded to fill out my ticket.
The blond asked me where the car was being taken to. My lucky day! The car was hers and the person inside was her brother. I told her and gave her one of my business cards. She thanked me and said she would be in touch with me in the morning. I told her if she had any immediate questions, that I would be at the shop for about an hour. She told me ok and thanked me again. I climbed back in the truck and headed for the impound yard.
As I was pulling into the yard, the phone rang. I answered, figuring it to be another impound or accident. I was pleasantly surprised to her the blonde's voice. She said there was something of great value in the car and that could she please come get it. I told her I could remove it and put it inside for her if she wanted me too but she seemed to be very anxious. She insisted on coming to get it right away so I gold her that it would be alright. I would wait on her.
About twenty minutes had passed when a small car pulled into the lot. My lucky day, she was alone. She met me at the gate and I told her what all could be removed and what had to stay with the vehicle. She said she only needed one article and that the rest could stay. As she walked past me, I turned to walk with her. She asked me if she could go alone, that the article was personal. I told her for insurance reasons and for her safety, that I had to go with her. She didn't seem to like the idea until she noticed the two dogs. I told her that they do bite after dark and that was the reason I had to walk with her. She hesitated. She was obviously trying to decide whether or not to proceed with her desire to remove this article. After some consideration on her part, she must have decided that it was worth the risk of allowing me to see this "article" because she asked me if I would turn her in. I was confused at first and I guess I looked confused because she explained that the article wasn't exactly legal. I laughed and told her that a lot of stuff that comes through here isn't legal and that a greater part of what I do isn't legal as well. She laughed nervously and agreed.
As we approached the vehicle she asked if I could close my eyes and of course I told her no. She sighed with resignation and went to the door. I watched as she pushed a small button under the dash and then saw a small compartment open on the passenger side top part of the dash. She walked around the destroyed vehicle, since it was impossible to crawl through the wreckage, and reached in and took out a rather large bag of what appeared to be some sort of powder. My eyes almost bugged out. With the way she was acting and talking about illegal, I knew instantly what the substance was. I asked her if that was what I thought it was and she grinned a guilty grin and told me that if I was thinking cocaine, then yes it was what I thought it was. Instantly my libido kicked in. I knew then and there that I had to do something quickly because my dick was jumping up and down at the way her big bouncy tits looked in her over tight shirt.
I told her that the "article" was a little much to keep quiet about and that the street value must be very large. She sighed and told me yes, the street value of a full kilo of cocaine was very high in this area. I was growing very brave and decided to push to limits. I told her that there would be a cost involved in guaranteeing my silence. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. She asked if I was suggesting that she give me some of the cocaine and I told her no. She asked if I wanted money and again I told her no. She quickly understood what I was demanding and just as quickly told me to go to hell, that she wasn't doing an sexual favors for me. I told her ok, but that it was to bad that I had already made note of the make and model along with the license plate number of the car she was driving. I also mentioned that since I had just hauled the vehicle involved in the accident and spoke with the police, that I had her name, address and phone number. All of a sudden it hit her just how much of a predicament she was in.
After a few minutes she asked what it was exactly that I wanted. I told her that I wanted to fuck her, eat her pussy and for her to blow me. Above and beyond all this, I told her that I just had to get my hands on those super nice looking titties. On top of all this, I wanted to video tape it. She reluctantly agreed to it all. I told her to come on into the small camper we keep beside the shop. I knew it had been a good idea to put that camper there.