Message-ID: <26898asstr$971763012@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Marlowe - Part 9 of 9 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 02:10:12 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates I'm no fool. Especially when a Deputy Barney Fife rent-a-cop is pointing a pistol at me. Holding my hands up, I followed his very explicit direction. As soon as I was down on the ground, he began circling me as if he was in a boxing ring trying to razzle-dazzle me with his footwork. I was afraid that he was going to trip and shoot me accidentally. "Yeah, I knew that was a phony badge that you've been waving at me. Real cops don't drive ten year old cars." "Look, I'm an ex-cop. Call the Police Department and ask for Lieutenant Harrison. He'll vouch for me." "Oh, I'm going to call the police all right. But it's to tell them that I've caught a car thief. Mrs. Browning called and warned me that you were coming and driving the jeep that you stole from her. She's on her way down here right now to identify you and to reclaim her property, then you're on your way to jail, buddy." "WHAT?????" The sound of a car pulling in behind me barely sunk in as I tried to determine what this crazy rent-a-cop was talking about. Then I heard her footsteps on the gravel. Spinning my head to look in the direction of the car, I was shocked to see Tanya walking toward me. She was dressed in the black leather trousers and boots with some sort of Xena black leather blouse barely containing her boobs, which were trying to overflow the tight outfit at the top. Her long blonde hair was slicked back as if she had quickly wet it and combed it straight back. Her lips were smeared with bright red lipstick and she was carrying a pair of handcuffs. Walking straight up to me, she rested her boot on my ass as she bent over and pulled my hands behind my back. I didn't resist because Deputy Fife was standing in front of me with a stupid grin on his face and waving that pistol at me. About the same time that I heard the click of the handcuffs, she congratulated the rent-a-cop on his good word at capturing a desperate bandito. "Thank you George. But I'm afraid that I didn't tell you everything. Although Mister Marlowe currently has my jeep without my permission, I'm not about to press charges against him. You see, we're playing a game and he was pretending to be a prisoner trying to escape from the big bad woman. But now that you've caught him, I'll take him back to the house and we'll resume our little role-playing game within the privacy of my house. We'll be quiet the rest of the night." Holstering his pistol and looking at Tanya with a dirty look as if he was mad because she wasn't asking him if he wanted to play too, the rent-a-cop gushed some apologies toward me. "Sorry about being so rough on you, Mister Marlowe but I didn't know what was going on. She called to report you coming toward me with her stolen car and I suspected the worst. Well, you two go back up there and I'll keep this out of my log book as well as drive your jeep back up to your place for you." Using the tip of her fingernails, she pulled a hundred dollar bill from her bra and offered it to the guard. "Thank you for being so understanding, George." Shit. I'm handcuffed and her prisoner again. Well, I'm not going without a fight. Rolling over, I tried to stand up with my hands tied but I couldn't get my balance and did nothing more than roll on the ground. I heard the crunch of her boot mashing the gravel flat next to my face and tilted my head to look up at her. She had that mischievous Mona Lisa smile on her face and her green eyes were gleaming as her red lips whispered, "You've been a bad boy. I'm not going to take you back home and spank you unless you show me that you're sorry. Lick my boot to show me that you've ready for me to properly train you." From the corner of my vision, I could see that George was ready to take my place and that he would gladly lick her boot. Staring at the shiny leather toe, I knew that I wasn't going to do it. After all, I've got too much pride and that is something that I won't do for any woman. Then Richard screamed at me as he moved some gravel out of the way as he stiffened. Richard reminded me that just a few moments ago, I proved that this wasn't a woman so my argument is invalid. But looking back at her and letting my eyes drift up her long slender leg, I knew that this was a woman. A hell of a woman. So I licked the boot. After all, it's not midnight yet and I'm still on the books as working for her, doing whatever I have to do to satisfy her requirements until midnight. Then I'm on my own time. When I'm an unemployed Private Dick again, I might even get up out of her bed after midnight and go to my home to see if she'll follow me there. This could be a very fun game now that we've defined the rules for both of us. The End. Sorry that the story had to be broken up and the first couple of parts were mislabled as to how many parts it finally took to get it past AOL's cruddy limitiations. 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