Dan couldn’t believe what was happening. They had taken his car. They had taken his pride. They had probably taken his marriage.
He should have known better. He had given in to lust, but what the heck gave the Saint Paul police the right to take his car? On top of that his name was now published on the “bad boy” list. He could call a friend to get a ride home, but eventually word would get to Martha. She worked at the largest hospital in the Twin Cities. Someone was bound to see his name and tell her.
His heart felt like he had rubbed it with raw glass. He knew she would never forgive him. He had seen the hookers walking the strip a few times. He never had any interest in them. None of them were particularly attractive. Today was different. When he spotted the gorgeous redhead, he did a double take.
Within minutes she was next to him in the car. Her legs looked fantastic. He couldn’t bring himself to think about having intercourse with another woman besides his wife, however. She suggested a blowjob and gave the price – both with and without a condom on. He chose without and handed her cash. Then she slapped him in handcuffs.
She had to see the disappointment in his eyes as she read him his rights. He just lowered his head. St. Paul had enacted their new anti-prostitution measures a year ago which included impounding the john’s car until the hearing. That was tomorrow.
He knew he couldn’t lie to Martha. He dialed her cell. She had an hour left of her shift. How could he let down the most important woman in the world to him? He started to cry.
“Dan? Are you OK?”
“Martha. I am so sorry.”
“What is the matter, Dan? Did you get hurt?”
“No, I… I am so sorry.”
“Did you lose your job?”
He didn’t think about that. He probably had. It was a big fear for Martha as she was pregnant with their third child. Oh why couldn’t he suddenly wake up and this was all just a big nightmare?
“Martha, I made a big mistake. I was arrested and they impounded the car.”
That was all he needed to say.
The silence at the other end of the line was deafening. She knew what an arrest and impounding of the car meant. She was a nurse. Doctors were constantly getting busted on the strip.
She said three words. “Call a cab.” Then she hung up. He knew better than to call her and tell her that he couldn’t afford one after they confiscated what he intended to pay for the blowjob. He called Rob at work.
Normally Rob wouldn’t have been his first choice, but Rob had some ins with management at the office. Dan was an architect at one of the largest firms in the twin cities. A good architect. He wouldn’t have been worried about his job except for the fact that all three of his supervisors were female. He had not just won himself any favor.
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Martha must have left work early as her car was already in the drive when they pulled up. Rob just looked at him. “Call me if she asks for a divorce. Martha is a hottie.” Dan gave him a look that said, “Thanks for the ride and go fuck yourself.” He got out.
He fully expected Martha to be waiting at the door with a suitcase packed for him. She was there, but no suitcase could be seen. As he approached, she said, “Speak and I’ll poison your food. Touch me and I’ll cut your arm off. Leave the basement other than to go to work and something else will get cut off. Are we clear?”
He nodded.
“The boys are spending a week with their grandparents in Rochester. I’m sorry that my mother had to find out this way, but I was worried about Will. He wanted me to buy him a gun.”
He looked at her, but knew better than to speak. This was her letting him know how angry she was. It was probably going to get worse.
“I’ve begged Ginny at your office not to let you go.” It had gotten worse. “She agreed but you are restricted to the building until further notice. All site work will be delegated and I have arranged for Lance to take you to and from work. Your truck is being sold to cover your court costs.”
His look was one of surprise, but he held his tongue.
“You object?”
He shook his head.
“Your dinner is in the basement. Oh, I almost forgot. I left you a present as well. Have a good night.” She stepped well back from the door so that he could enter and head to the basement. She actually bolted him in.
Lance? Ugh. A repugnant man. His truck sold without even asking him? That was cold. Calling his boss, Ginny? That was pushing the limit.
Bolting him in the basement? He would tolerate that for a few days at the most. He entered the bedroom where he saw his suitcase and a paper bag sitting on the bed. Inside the bag was a blow up doll. An old fashioned one. Very funny, Martha.
What the hell had he done? How was he going to survive? It was the look on her face that hurt him the most. If he lost her, he didn’t know if he wanted to live.
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“Bang!” The lights blinded him. He blinked and saw Martha. She was holding a gun. She had actually fired it through a wall! The hole in the paneling told him the gun was loaded and she was not messing around. Was this the end for him? Martha had never been violent. Ever. Could the combination of her pregnancy and his infidelity have pushed her over the edge?
She was wearing a black tank top and camo sweats. Never a good sign. She was carrying a rope and tossed it to him. “Tie your legs to the bed.” He did so very quickly. Then she tossed him some cuffs. “Cuff your right arm to the headboard.” He complied.
She walked up to the bed, still holding the gun, and pulled out a large knife. She had gone insane!
Pulling the covers of the bed down, she saw he was only wearing his shorts. Placing the knife up one leg hole she deftly cut through them. Then she did so for the other leg. “Get rid of those filthy things,” she said. He pulled them off and decided against tossing them on her clean floor. He simply set them beside him.
She walked over to the blow up doll and removed it from the box. She opened the valve and handed it to him. “Fill it up,” She ordered. He started to fill it but was finding it difficult to breathe. She kept waving the gun around like she was crazy. All he think of was the car scene in Pulp Fiction.
His heart stopped as she pointed it straight at him.
“Have you ever done this before?” He shook his head vigorously.
“Is it because I’m pregnant?” Again he shook his head no.
“She had on a red wig. Do you wish I was a redhead?” He shook his head no. How did she know this? As his wife, was she given access to the police report? He had no idea. Martha was also an incredibly smart woman. Maybe she had found out some other way.
“You paid for a blowjob without a condom for protection. Were you seriously going to let some hooker put her filthy mouth on your cock and then bring into this house whatever she gave you?” He had no answer for that. He just looked at her, terrified. He didn’t think you could get something from a blowjob. He wasn’t going to argue, however.
“You want some slut to give you an unprotected blowjob? You got it. Cum in this thing’s mouth.” She shoved the doll at him.
He looked at her with fear in his eyes. Was she serious? His cock was completely shriveled. There was no possible way he could bring himself to an orgasm.
She cocked the gun and pressed it against his temple. “I…..said…..cum in its mouth.”
He was covered in sweat. Tears were running down his cheeks. He was going to die. There was no way he could do it.
He used his free hand to put the doll’s mouth on his cock. It kept slipping out. He was still limp.
Martha looked down at her watch. “I’m giving you three more minutes to cum in that thing’s mouth, or your brains will cover the hole over there the first bullet made in that wall.”
Tears were pouring down his face. He was shoving the doll’s mouth up and down as fast as he could. He was desperate. He thought of every intimate moment he had with Martha. It wasn’t working. It just hurt. He was going to die.
He had to try and live. He thought of her, the redhead. Instead of slapping the cuffs on, she leaned over and gave the tip of his cock a lick. Her dress hitched up to reveal her beautiful thighs.
He was getting hard.
He knew he didn’t have much time left. He shoved the doll’s mouth up and down faster and faster. He was becoming very hard. He didn’t dare look up at Martha
Closing his eyes, he remembered how beautiful the redhead was. He envisioned her lips wrapped completely around his cock. She was working up and down with her mouth and stroking him with her hand at the same time. The movement had her dress pulled up to the point he could see the soft curve of her buttock.
He was going to cum. He really was going to do it. He had to focus on her. Thinking of Martha would have filled him with guilt and killed it.
The first spurt came without warning, he was that excited. Another shot out before he finally contracted and felt the orgasm proper. Bucking wildly he shot another two bursts and felt it flow down the sides of his cock.
Reality came crashing through. He opened his eyes and saw cum pouring out from the doll’s mouth. He was still pumping into it. Looking up at Martha he saw that she had the most devastated, terrifying look on her face.
Everything was in slow motion. She looked away from the doll and into his eyes. “You don’t deserve to live.”
She pulled the trigger.
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Captain Toni kept banging on the door. There were sounds of scuffling inside. “Open up,” she demanded.
The door opened and Margaret peeked out. Her face was chalk white. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
“I’m sorry Martha, traffic was terrible. I can’t believe you want this old thing again. How did you manage to forget it in the office?”
Martha started laughing. She took the red wig and opened the door wide. Dan was sitting in the bed and started laughing as well. “Elinda I’m sorry you raced through traffic. We didn’t even need it.”
Dan was holding a nerf gun. Was that..? Sitting next to him was a deflated blow up doll. Elinda gave Martha a look of disgust.
“Again? Don’t you two ever rest? Martha, you should be ashamed of yourself. You are 6 months pregnant. And you, Dan, don’t even get me started. You said your grandmother was ill when you called out this morning.”
“She is! That doesn’t mean I take care of her.”
“You better bring her some chicken soup or I’m going to call her and tell her what her naughty grandson did today.”
‘You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh yes I would. I want both of you in my office at 8 a.m. sharp. There is a new case we have to discuss.”
Dan was a cop. Martha was a cop. Elinda was their boss but played along with their fantasies. Martha wasn’t really pregnant, nor did they have children.
Dan really did call out for the day, using the sick grandmother excuse. Martha had spent her day off in a red wig. Dan wasn’t her only arrest.
“Oh get rid of that silly thing,” said Martha.
Dan kept moving his head around with the nerf dart stuck to his temple. He pulled it off and reloaded the gun. Then he got up and pulled the one off the wall.
“I wonder if this kids toy company knows what we do with this thing,” he said.