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Sam Ped in Runaway girl (noir, ped)
This is just fiction. If you are offended by these subject matters,
or it is illegal to read of such where you are, then go away.
This is a Pedro Vila story. You have been warned.
_____________________________________________________
"RUNAWAY GIRL" by Pedro Vila
It was cold that morning.
I was following my mark as per my clients instructions. Tail her. Don't
let her see you. Make sure no trouble happens.
An easy job.
With a bonus. She was easy on the eyes. Oh, I could tail this dame for
the whole year. If I got too carried away, I'd start walking with a limp.
The mark ended her walk at the usual destination. The grade school. I
won't need to come back till class was out. Too bad. But I had other
business anyway.
I'm a private dick. Sam Ped's the name. And I've heard all the private
dick jokes so keep em to your self.
I went back to my office and let myself in. No secretary for me. The good
ones left in discust and the ones I wanted couldn't spell yet. I did my own
paper work and took my own phone calls. Only the paper work was just bills
and the phone didn't ring.
I sat back in my creeky chair and waited for school to let out so I could
finish my one job. It was going to be a long wait.
I must have dozed off cause I jumped when the front door opened. I
scrambled to look busy and ended up just pushing papers around when a man
came in.
He was dressed in an expensive suit with alot of material. He had grey
hair and a stuffy expression. He was round under his clothing and if he'd
been a childrens toy, he would have wobbled but not fallen down.
He looked at me like I was something he stepped in. I returned the favor.
"I expected you to wear an overcoat." he said with a sneer. "Tell me,
do
you hang around schoolyards too?"
This got my goat and I stood up. "Listen mack, I don't need trouble
makers lookin for a fight. You got a problem, go peddle it somewhere else.
I'm strickly legit." I pointed to the door and gave him my one-two punch
stare. He looked like he thought it over and then backed down. He didn't
leave though and I wondered what he was going to pull next.
The round man sighed and reached for something in his coat and I was
ready to jump him. Only it was just a wallet. I sat back down hoping he
didn't see me relax. He pulled something from it as he spoke to me again,
this time with a note of resignation. "I don't wish to offend, Mr. Ped.
Quite frankly, I need your help though I'm not pleased with your type. But
I
was told you were the best... best person for this job."
I said nothing with my best poker face. He continued, "Here is a picture
of my daughter. She was kidnapped a few years back and I expended many
resources to locate and retrieve her." I took the picture and examined it.
She was pretty and well dressed with blue eyes and light brown hair. She
could have been a cheerleader. I flipped it over and it said 'Tiffany
11yrs'. She looked older in the photo.
I said, "Why come to me? She probably just went to the beach with some
friends."
"I don't think that is where she is." he corrected me.
"You think she was kidnapped again?"
He took a breath first. "No. She has run away, that I know, and I'm not
familiar with the type of friends she keeps now. Though in retrospect, I
should have made arrangements otherwise."
"So you think she's fallen in with a bad crowd?"
Again with the breath. "Of that I am sure. Mr. Ped, Tiffany was kidnapped
for reasons other than money, and I'm afraid it has changed her, shall we
say, outlook on life." I started to get the drift. This rich kid was grabbed
by someone with a taste for the younger things in life, and got an education
she wouldn't forget. It was my guess that she didn't forget it and was eager
to learn more. That's where I would come in.
I knew certain types. You could say I had friends in the business. I
didn't agree with thier methods, but we had an understanding. I didn't rat
on them and they told me where to find certain missing girls. No questions
asked. It was a fine line and as long as I didn't cross it I could help some
people. Of course there were also benefits on the side, as long as I
remembered where the line was.
"Okay, so she liked the ride and wanted to go on it again. She may not
want to comeback." I was frank. He didn't like frank.
The fat man scowled. "Her twelfth birthday is coming up. I doubt she'll
have much legal recourse. Still, it would be nice if she came back
voluntarily." He seemed pained by what he was going to say next. "Please
tell her that if she agrees to come home, I will buy her that pony she
wanted."
That didn't seem like much of an offer for someone with his means. But
if
he thinks it'll work, I'll try it. I can always comeback and be on the
payroll for a few more days.
"I would appreciate the utmost urgency. If you find her and bring her
back by tomorrow evening, I will pay you twenty thousand dollars. It goes
down to ten thousand the next day and I will halve it for every additional
day it takes you to find her."
Well, there went that Idea. Still, twenty thousand bills could get me
a
vacation. Someplace with that line a little more to the left. "You have a
deal. Mr...." I waited. He didn't look like he was going to tell me. "Look,
I'll find out sooner or later anyway. I just want to make sure I'm bringing
the kid back to the right people, and I don't know where 'back' is."
"Yes." was all he said. I waited until he finished his sentence. "I can
see that at least You have some morals, such as they may be. Here is my
card. Call me at this private number when you've found her. Be discreet."
I
took the card. It read MR. ANDERS and had a local number. That was all.
"Okay." I said, pocketing the card. "Where was she last seen?"
"Leaving our home. I asked the driver to follow her but his success was
less then satisfactory."
"She ditched him." Smart girl. Then again it probably didn't take much
smarts to put one over these people. "Anything else?"
Mr. Anders shook his jowely face slowly and I stood up to let him know
that I didn't need anymore from him. He watched me a moment then got up
tiredly, debating whether to shake my hand or not. Decided on making peace
and extended it. I turned quickly so as not to notice and put on my coat.
He
was out the office door when I turned around again.
I waited for him to get a head start and left when there was no chance
of
me meeting him on the street then I slipped out and headed for a book store.
I doubled back a few times to make sure I wasn't followed and scared the
driver of a black lincoln who was trying to do just that. Tiffany didn't
need to be smart after all.
With him out of the loop I headed to see Farci at the book store. The
sign said closed so I went around back. The back door was locked but I knew
what Farci would be up too at this time of day if the place was closed. I
let myself in with a lock pick.
Farci and another gentleman jumped out of there chairs when I entered
the
room. They were watching a silent stag movie with alot of grains on it. It
also had a little mexican girl with her mother and a man.
Farci grabbed at his heart and feined a heart attack. He was dark and
from the mideast somewhere. He could have been whearing a fez. The other
man
started yelling at Farci, "Wait a minute! Who the fuck is this guy?! You
said nobody would know I'm here!"
I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back in his chair, "Calm down and
watch the movie or you'll miss the best part coming up." He was startled
and
ready to bolt but he saw where the movie was starting to head and he ended
up watching us both until I led Farci out of the room.
Farci started to jabber as soon as we were out of ear shot. "What are
you
trying to do? Kill me? I have nothing for you. You shouldn't even be here.
You are supposed to know not to sneak in when I am doing private business.
I
could be...." I put a hand on his mouth and he shut up.
"This is business. Alot of money to bring home a girl, no questions
asked." I let him go again.
He started to protest again and stopped just before his first vowel. "How
much money?" He asked.
"You could get a thousand just for pointing me to a party. No one would
be the wiser." I showed him the picture. I could tell he'd seen her by his
face. I also like to play poker with Farci. "Come on, Farci. How many times
have I got you out of a jam?"
"That debt has been payed!" he protested.
"Yeah? Well, I can still get you out of jams in the future too."
"That is true." he said and stroked his beard. "She maybe making a movie
today. A King type movie."
That was the name of some guys who shot video when they found a certain
type of actress to shoot with. Tiffany may be in some heavy type of acting
if I knew the Knig brothers. They weren't dangerouse but could pack up and
dissappear in a moment. "On location?" I asked Farci.
"A Tina type of location, maybe." I patted his head and bolted for the
door. "Hey! What about my money?"
"I don't get paid until I find her." and I was on the street before he
could answer.
Tina was a name in a King movie that featured Jail scenes, some light
bondage, and a half dozen prisoners. That set was in an old warehouse
basement that was cold, damp, smelly, and had real bars bolted in. Some
scenes were made without a camera there too.
I passed a sandwich shop and saw a King brother out of the corner of my
eye. I ducked back before he could see me. If he did see me, he'd bolt since
the last time I saw him he lost a young actress before the movie could be
shot. He'd know I came for Tiffany.
I went around to the back door and jammed a twobyfour across the middle
step and a knocked over trash can at the bottom for good measure. Then I
went back to the front door and walked in. The Knig brother bolted in an
instant and I stayed on his heels. He was really fast and he was already
getting up when I caught up to him in the alley.
"Come on, man." he said as he tried to pull away. "I wasn't doing nothing
that they don't already wanna do." He knew me well, You shouldn't force
people to do what they don't want to.
I forced him against the wall anyway sohe'd stop struggling. "I believe
you. I'm not here to rain on your parade just yet. Tell you what, I'll let
you finish the movie and then I get her."
"Get who?" he played dumb. Not a stretch. I shook him until he
remembered. I couldn't tell from his face though.
"Okay. We get her now." and I started to drag him to the warehouse down
the block.
"Okay! Okay. I would try anything. Let us finish and you get the kid."
I
didn't say anything and we walked normal with me holding his arm like a
vice.
In the set the other Knig brother saw me and said, "Oh, shit! Couldn't
you wait till we finished?"
I sat by the door, the only one, and let the limping King brother go.
"Okay, I'll wait until your done." The older brother blinked at me, not
expecting my generosity.
"Okay, then. Alright. Um.... Okay, lets do this before he changes his
mind." The director King brother clapped and guys started to appear from
a
room. Then a little girl was led out by an older one and the younger one
was
tied standing against some bars. I realized with a start that Tiffany was
the older girl and she was talking to the younger one to reasure her and
get
her in the proper mood. Then she stepped away from the set and the actor
prisoners started a prison gang rape of the nine year old looking girl tied
to the bars. She didn't complain but the look on her face said that it hurt.
She probably thought she was going to be a big star and this was the normal
way up.
I was torn from her being deceived and excited by her attempt to bare
the
gang bang like a big girl. My trousers got tight. Tiffany saw me and came
to
sit next to me. I got a closer look at her. She was wearing a see through
night shirt and had bobbed her hair since the picture. She had some scaring
on her wrists and ankles and some on her rear too. Her body was just
starting to mature. Nipples budding out maybe an inch. No hair below her
neck. A knowing look in her bloodshot and sleepy eyes. This girl had not
only been around sexually, but was doing drugs too. She was a very bad girl.
"You wanna fuck?" she got right to the point. I was half discusted with
the way she was treating herself. Tiffany looked like hell and despite her
grown up experiences, was still not very mature acting in some way that I
couldn't put my finger on. She was an eleven year old slut and in my discust
I wanted to fuck her badly.
Mr. Anders didn't say not to fuck her, just bring her back. There were
some benefits to this line of work that can't be beat. She may have fucked
alot but she was still tight and it took lots of work to completely bury
my
cock into her flat belly. Tiffany surprizingly didn't fuck back but let
herself by used like a toy. A child slut toy. I could tell what kind of men
she'd been hanging around.
On the set, the littler girl was beginning to show signs of breaking
down. Tiffany ignored her and let me fuck her royally. The men got more
excited when the girl started to cry and I asked Tiff if she had to do
something for her.
"They want her to cry." Tiffany's voice was hoarse, like she'd been
throat fucked one too many times. I wanted to find out how that would feel
as I'd never throat fucked anyone under fifteen before. She was a rag doll
in my arms and opened her mouth for me when I shoved her face over my raging
cock. It was everything I imagined it would be except it was tighter around
the jaw then I thought. I came so hard I didn't realize I was pulling
Tiffany's hair out until my hands came up with some hair in them.
She came up coughing and when she could, she said, "My mouth is a cunt."
"Whatever." was all I could think of. Tiffany sat by me until the filming
ended and then someone led the little girl to us.
Tiffany started her act, "You were great. That was the best acting I ever
seen." The girl's red, tear stained eyes looked up and a little unsure smile
appeared on her face.
"Yeah, kid." I said. "You'll be rich in no time."
The director came over then and pointed to the little girl, "A couple
of
more scenes and you can have her." The kid looked at the director. Tiffany
looked at me.
I pointed to Tiffany and said, "this is the one I came for." I held Tiffs
arm in case she'd bolt. She didn't even notice.
"You gonna be my pimp?" she asked me.
I thought about it. I was getting a good sum for her, so I guess I was.
"Yeah. I'm going to sell you to someone for alot of money." Tiffany seemed
to like the idea.
"Somebody really bad?" she said smiling.
"He talked about a pony." I replied. Tiffany was really looking loose
and
I had no questions about what she wanted with a pony.
"Hey. Are you leaving?" the little girl asked Tiffany. She was really
scared of being here alone with all those perverted men.
"Yep. I gotta go. You'll be fine. Just pretend like your really scared."
The little girl tried to act brave but the scared part wouldn't be an act.
"Got any street clothes?" I asked Tiff.
"Nope. Just give me your overcoat." I did and we left. I made a note to
come back and check on the little girl, not that anyone would still be here.
Maybe Farci would let me watch the movie when it came out.
I would make the same cash if she went back today or tomorrow so I took
her home to a safe house I knew where we could get to know one another. The
whole trip she went on about being a bigger slut than someone named Melony
or something like that. I nodded and said, "Whatever flips your lid, kid."
She had some serious head problems but as long as she was selling, I was
buying. Let her old man sort it out. I handcuffed her to the bed just to
be
sure she wouldn't bolt. She liked that. She gave me the ride of my life.
I wish I didn't need that money so bad.
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