Mission Impossible

by Amber Lynn Kain

  

Chapter 2

  

She waited for about 40 minutes when a knock on the door came. She answered the door and two police officers stood there. They smiled, took off their hats and inquired if she was the person who had reported a vehicle stolen. She nodded and ask them to come in. They followed her into the hotel room and took out their notebooks. She looked out the window and begin to tell them about the incident when she turned and caught them looking at her. Hungrily, they scanned her up and down, one cop paying attention to her long legs, while the other openly stared at her ample chest. Angrily, she told them about the auto theft and described her car in great detail to them. Going to her single bag she brought out a picture of her car and gave it to them to help identify it. They nodded politely and said they would try but that there was a good chance the car would not be found. They told her of an auto theft ring in the area and many high profile cars hand be taken. Then asked her for her name and address.

She froze only for a second and thought about her car. Silently, she went over to her male clothes she earlier tossed in a corner and took out her wallet. Walking back to the pair of cops she handed her driver's license to them and folded her arms. The cop looked down at the driver's license and looked up at her, then down again and handed the license to his partner, who did a double take also.

Arron Kain?, he read the name allowed. "This is you?", he asked.

Yes, officer. I'm Arron Kain.", she replied.

"Listen...ah...Ms. Kain, we will do our best...", he noted the name and address down in his notebook.

"Thank you. That is all I can ask.", she noted their change in attitude when they read his name and gender on the license.

They handed her back the driver's license and gave her a copy of the policy report. Arron smiled and thanked them again as they turned and left the room. Pushing back her hair, she went over to the phone and dialed the number on her insurance card. Filling the report only took minutes and the girl on the other end was empathetic, but unhelpful. She stated an adjuster would call her back within 24 hours to get a complete statement.

She sighed and sat down in the hotel room's easier chair. What was she going to do? Damn it. Stuck here in the middle of no-where. She felt as is she could cry, her beloved mustang was gone.

Arron wiped the single tear away and went over to the mirror. Fixing her makeup took only a second and then turned to the bedside stand where she pushed aside the Bible and grabbed the phone book. She scanned the yellow pages until she found what she was looking for. The pretty young man picked up the phone, dialed the reception desk and asked they call her a cab. Finding her purse Arron shoved her wallet, room key, and a few other essentials into it and slung it on her shoulder. She stepped from her room and went to the hotel's front door to wait for her cab.

Arron watched out a lobby window for the yellow cab to pull into the parking lot. She glanced over her shoulders at the noise from behind her. A group of three teenage boys stood near the hotel's pool door whispering and obviously checking her out. She watched them for only a second, when they saw she had noticed them. She smiled quickly at them and all three bolted through the door in embarressment. Watching the boys only a few years younger flee from her gaze made her smile; she fished in her purse pulled out a set of sunglasses and decided to wait for her cab outside.

Standing under the hotel's awning, a slight breeze blew Arron's hair from her face and her skirt across her legs. A car pulled up in the parking space several feet away. She glanced at the car barely noticing the occupants. Bored, she looked down the street for her cab. The slamming doors of the recently arrived car caused her to look back toward the late model Chevy and its occupants. A tall man approached her in blue jeans and a torn and dirty wife beater. He loomed over her as if she was a child. A mass of wavy dark hair framed his tanned face, while his t-shirt did nothing to hide his muscular chest and huge biceps. He reeked with male virility. Unconcousily, she pulled her sunglasses down to see him better. He looked at her briefly and smiled with flashing white teeth.

"Randy! Why did we stop here? I hate the Holiday Inn.", a screched called from behind the tanned adonis. From behind followed a woman, obviously with him. The woman was shorter than Arron and extremely overweight with glasses and a pudgy face, dressed in a white top and faded blue shorts carrying a very ugly bag. "We should have gone some where else.", the harpy continued.

She stepped aside to let the pair pass and glanced briefly at the stud and the woman that followed. The woman stared at her for a moment, then said, "My god did you see that Randy? It was a guy dressed up like a hooker. This is why we shouldn't have come here. It's disgusting."

Randy shrugged his broad shoulders and raised his hands up in an imploring gesture and opened the door for his fat companion. His brilliant, white teeth shown again as he looked over at Arron and smiled softly. Arron lowered his eyes and bit his lip. She suddenly felt very self conscious. Arron turned back and saw the cab pull up to the door.

Setting back in the seat of the cab, she tossed her hair and told the cabbie the address of the shop. The cabbie was a fat, balding man of about 45, who reminded her of her high school english teacher, did a double take in the mirror and pulled out into the traffic. The trip was uneventful, the cabbie did try to engage her in some small talk, but she did not notice. Pulling up to the Doc's Adult Novelty and Bookstore, she stepped out and told the cabbie to pick her up in 1/2 hour. One quick look at her sheer blouse and her long tanned legs sliding out from the black spandex mini skirt, convinced the cabbie to return for her.

Flipping her hair, she walked as sexily as she dared into the adult bookstore. The bell gave a light tinkle as it opened and the familar smell of cleaning solution greeted her. She scanned the sex toyed lined walls and looked over at the bookshelves filled with beautiful women and men in soft and hard core porn magazines. The three men in the store looked down quickly trying to hide as if they were not there. Arron moved around one to see the TG/TV section and where she eyed the magazines in stock. She had most of the "support" mags and better porn could be found on the internet. She sidestepped to the gay porn to peeked at the hot young guys on the covers. Finding nothing to her taste...(like the hottie she saw at the hotel) she headed back toward the movie stalls only to hear someone call to her.

"Honey, you will need to purchase $3.00 in tolkens to go back there.", the clerk lisped in a flamboyant manner.

Arron flashed a smile and strutted upto the counter and took a $5.00 bill out from her purse. The clerk behind the counter counted out the tolkens and handed them to the young CD. "You look great. Have fun, sis." Arron kissed the air toward the clerk and went into the dark hallway that lead to the movie stalls.

She moved slowly but confidently through the hallway, lit with tiny lights so you could barely read the movie playbills on the stalls door. Going toward the back she passed several men pretending to read the playbills. Glancing quickly at a playbill, she opened a stall door and closed it behind her. Sitting down she slid the tolkens into the slot and the movie came on.

A very busty blonde was bent over kissing and stroking the monster cock of a well built man with a thick mustache. She cooed and moaned loudly as she kissed and sucked, while he foundled her enormous tits and stroked her shapely ass. Arron's took in the scene with some interest and hoped he would be able to join soon and directed his attention at stall's left wall. A hole had been drilled about 3" in diameter and about 3 feet off the floor situated in the middle of the left wall.

She watched the hole only for a few seconds when an index finger came through and begin to rub the bottom of the hole back and forth. She waited and the finger started to push in and out of the hole. Quickly she knelt and placed her finger in the hole and rubbed the bottom. She waited only for a few seconds when slowly a cock appeared from the hole. It was 6 to 7 inches long, hard, covered with veins and had a thick red, mushroom shaped head. She placed one hand on the wall and leaned forward, her tounge began to lick the tip of the cock, wetting it. She bathed the swollen member with her saliva, working up and down its length. Off screen moans could be heard from the other side of the wall while she labored. She stopped briefly and she slipped her mouth on the mushroom head and pushed her lips over it and down the shaft's length. Arron felt the cock slide over her tounge and down her throat. She started to bob her head on the cock and took breaths when the rythmn was right. More moans came from the wall..when suddenly spurts of cum shot from the tip of the dick into her mouth. Surprized, she snapped her head back and jizm blew onto her face, quickly she leaned forward, sucking and licking the man juice from the cock.

She followed the cock as it retreated into the wall wanting more but heard a zipper and the door open from the behind the wall.

She wiped the cream from her face with a single finger. Not wanting to waste any, she sucked it slowly off and sat back down on the small bench seat. The movie had stopped playing so she dug into her purse and slid in 2 more tolkens. Again the screen on the door's stall lit up with the busty blonde still sucking and playing with the large cock. Arron watched the pair on the door for a short while longer, when she heard the door close from the booth next door. She put in another tolken and slid to her knees.

She pushed her hair from her eyes as she waited in the parking lot for the cab. She only had to wait a few minutes when the yellow cab pulled up next to her. Once in the cab, she crossed her long legs and told the cabbie to return to the hotel. Again cabbie leered at her in the rearview mirror and pulled onto the street. Arron licked her lips and thought for a second, she then said she was thirsty. She asked the cabbie to stop at a liquor store first. The cabbie nodded and said something about the brand of wiskey he drank. She giggled and took out her lipstick and mirror. She always wondered how big of a rod her english teacher had.

  

  

  

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