Armed and Extremely Dangerous

Armed and Extremely Dangerous

By

Pat Tucker

Published by Rekcut Publishing at Smashwords

© Copyright 2011 by Pat Tucker

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This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living, or dead, or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

Prologue

Part One

Alex brought her cupped hands to her mouth and blew into them, hoping to warm up a little. The soft mist had turned into a continuous drizzle nearly an hour ago. Every so often a biting cold wind attacked her legs and traveled up to her thighs, chilling her to the core. On top of the teeth-chattering cold, it had been slow all night.

Alex glanced up at the sky and cursed, knowing the unexpected rain would definitely hurt her cash flow. After spending two hours sashaying up and down Century Boulevard, a few blocks away from LAX on what she considered her little slice of the territory, her feet were killing her and the short skirt kept riding up her bare ass.

She pulled at her denim half jacket and remembered she couldn’t button it completely because her titties would be covered. Usually the site of a little tittie showing was enough to make men stop their cars and spend some money. Occasionally, she’d flash a few drivers, but still, she usually made off better than most of the girls who worked the area. And she didn’t need anyone to tell her that it was her big titties that did the trick. The twins really had a way of attracting customers. She was five seven, and still showed traces of a voluptuous and curvy frame. At 135 pounds, her time on the streets and smoking that rock hadn’t completely taken its toll just yet, but there were signs.

Alex sighed, she was tired of bum rushin’ any and every car that slowed and pulled off onto a side street. Many times, by the time she even made it the car, someone else was already seated comfortably in the John’s passenger seat.

Say, Jewels, whatchu doin’ over on this side? Alex asked, as another girl approached. She couldn’t help but think of all the money she’d lose once men saw Jewels’ skinny ass prancing around in that short jumpsuit. It was cut to show off her cheeks, which jiggled freely from each side. Jewels may have been thin, but she had a nice shape, with a huge ass.

Girl, just try’n ta make this money, same as you, Jewels said as she flipped her copper colored weave that desperately needed work, and pulled her own clear plastic jacket closed. Damn it’s cold out here. I shoulda wore some jeans, she said.

Alex didn’t give a fuck about Jewels being cold or what she shoulda wore, she just wanted her gone. She could handle competition from the other girls on the stroll, they all looked tired, like death warmed over, but Jewels was actually pretty. And something about the gap in her teeth seemed to drive the tricks insane. On a hot and dry LA night, they both walked away with a nice stack of cash. But the weather all but guaranteed nobody would be leaving rich tonight, Alex thought.

Jewels’ back was toward the street as they stood in front of a closed storefront. Although she and Jewels made small talk, Alex kept her eye on every vehicle as it slowed or looked as if it wanted to slow. That was her problem, she had convinced herself. She needed to be more like Jewels, easy going, not so desperate and eager to make that money. But shit, she wanted— no, she needed—to get high.

When the minivan pulled along side them and splashed a little water, it all but drenched, Jewels’ back.

Shit! she screamed. Fuckin’ asshole, didn’t he see us standing here!

Alex used the distraction to rush the passenger’s side of the vehicle. Aeey, Daddy, looking for some action? she asked, trying not to beg as soon as he lowered the window. The homely looking man wearing a button down shirt and pair of Khakis looked at her and offered a weak smile. Her eyes followed his hand to his crotch; he stroked himself. But to Alex he still appeared nervous. She didn’t care, she just wanted his money.

Ah, Yeah, how much? His eyes shifted to the rearview mirror. You a cop? he asked nervously.

Here we go, Alex thought. She looked in both directions, grateful that the rain had eased up a bit. But she didn’t have time for this shit. She wanted to give him whatever he’d pay for, so she could go get hers. Nah, I ain’t no cop, she twitched, and leaned in closer, all but shoving her chest forward. His eyes immediately fell to her titties.

Bastard! she heard Jewels snap behind her. Alex didn’t want to look away; she was hoping the John was ready for some action, she needed to get paid. If push came to shove, she only really needed ten dollars. Yeah, ten would do just fine. Alex cleared her throat and used a hand to rub her breast. The tricks liked it when they thought they were getting a real freak. She licked her lips.

I need some head, you like sucking dick?

Hmm, nah, she shook her head and licked her lips again. This time slower, I love suckin’ dick, Daddy! And I’m damn good too, Alex said enthusiastically. She fought the urge to scratch an itch. Scratching in front of customers was always a turn off. She just wanted the bastard to hurry up before Jewels was able to finish her hissy-fit and try to move in to close the deal.

Here, why don’t I get in, we can go around the corner, and um, you know, go from there. Alex bargained.

Okay, but how much first? he asked. I ain’t got a lot of cash.

Damn, twenty would be good, she thought.

Twenty, Alex said.

Ten? he looked in the rearview mirror again.

Okay, ten, Alex said and quickly opened the door and climbed in before he could change his mind. Nearly a block up, he turned the first corner and parked.

Where you want it, Daddy? Alex cooed.

Here, let me climb over there and move the seat back, you need to hop out for a sec, he said.

Alex hesitated. She couldn’t afford for him to drive off. He was the only customer she’d had in the last three and a half hours. Reluctantly, she got out and watched as he climbed into the passenger seat of the minivan. After he adjusted the seat, he opened the door and looked at Alex.

Come on, he said motioning to her with his hand.

His pants were already down on his legs. Alex looked over at his limp dick then got in on her knees. Alex felt squeezed into the space, but figured she’d be able to make him cum quick enough, and they’d both be on their way.

She tucked her teeth under her lips and opened wide. Normally she’d start out by licking behind the head and along the shaft, but the truth was she just needed the money so she could go. For ten damn dollars he’d be lucky if she let him cum in her mouth. As she sucked on his head, something was sticking into her knee. She tried adjusting her legs, but couldn’t in the cramped space.

Yeah, that’s it, take it all, bitch, he cried. She felt him thrust his hips forward. Once she worked him a bit, he swelled to a pretty decent size.

When her saliva was covering him completely, Alex used her hand to squeeze along the shaft as she sucked the head.

Ssssss. Oh, yeah, he squealed.

She couldn’t concentrate with the pain in her knee. Finally she reached below and pulled at the firm object. She moved her head back to see it was a yellow plastic duck. She flung it into the back where it landed in a child safety seat.

Before she could get herself comfortable, he pulled her head back down into his lap. Come on, you got more work to do, he said.

Again Alex took him into her mouth, slopping, slurping and sucking his head. She bobbed her head up and down, pulling her jaws tighter as she went down his shaft.

That’s it, now we talking, he encouraged.

A hand-blowjob combo was usually her signature move when she wanted quick results. But the harder she sucked the more he wiggled his hips, pulled at her head and squealed with delight. When her motions still didn’t get him off, Alex grabbed for his balls and squeezed them gently at first. That just seemed to get him more excited, but still no nut.

Oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s it, he squealed.

Alex didn’t usually like when a John held the back of her head in place, but if this was what it would take to make him cum, she didn’t mind. The faster he did, the quicker she could get her cash.

Emm hmm. That’s right, bitch, suck it good, he said.

She sucked, then used her teeth to rake up and down his shaft before suckling the head one good time.

Oh shit! he screamed, grabbing her head tighter.

When she felt his precum, she sucked harder. Just as he was about to explode, Alex tried to pull back, but he shoved her head into his lap and thrust his dick deeper and down her throat.

Aaaahhh, he cried.

When the warm, salty liquid filled her mouth, she was relieved. She was moments away from heaven. He leaned