Story: On The Run

ON THE RUN
By Tcheser

The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.

I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.

I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.

Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (part 3)

Angie's Vacation From Stardom
Part 3

By Tcheser

Now than Angie had eaten, rested and was now clean and dressed, Martha decided it was time to have a serious talk with the mysterious girl. She led Angie into the charming little living room of her apartment and sat her down on the sofa next to her. “Alright, Angie, I’m a generous person and a good Christian, but if I am going to help you there are some things that I need to know. Do you understand? Can I ask you a few questions?”

Angie wasn’t sure where this was going and just replied “Okay.”

Pleased that Angie was cooperating Martha smiled “First, where are you from? You don’t look like you have been on the streets long. Are you running away from home? Is there someone who is missing you?”

Thinking quickly Angie gave Martha details from a character she had played in a made for TV movie that never saw the light of day. “No, no one is looking for me. My mother raised me by herself and she recently had a mental breakdown and had to be put into an institution. The state found me a foster home but it was horrible so I told them I was leaving, but they could keep the state stipend if they didn’t report me missing.”

Martha just shook her head at the sad story. Angie wasn’t sure if she was being believed or not. “How long ago was that? How have you been surviving?” Martha asked.