Collecting the debt Part One
Stephanie
Zarich sucked in hard as she lit another cigarette. Her passenger Julie Fleming
instinctively wound down the window of the
Stephanie Zarich was now getting slightly concerned. They had been
driving for miles without seeing any signs for there intended destination
“Can you
check the map again sweetheart this is not the fucking place to get lost
especially as I want to get laid in
“Sure” said
Julie, “but you probably need a grid reference round this neck of the woods”.
Both women
laughed and Stephanie started to relax. After all there was only this
collection to make and then on to
It seemed
like hours since the women had left
Her
travelling companion was Julie Fleming, 36 years old and also divorced. She had
joined the agency two months previous. The women had gelled at once, through
their mutual problematic divorces, their love of similar music and both having
a perchant for well hung toy boys. Her cousin lived
in
This was
the second time they had actually been paired for a job together. The agency
normally insisted that on first visits to a booked collection there was a male
presence, but as this was on the way to there weekend
in
It was to
be straightforward collection.
Deborah
Ramirez, 33 years old, was a prostitute who had failed to pay her court fines
for soliciting in
This fitted
in perfectly with Stephanie and Julies travelling plans.
Julie reviewed
the paperwork from the agency. “This will be a cinch. 3
convictions for picking up johns in
“Clear the
slate” said Stephanie.” Most of these street hookers know the score. Sure, she
fucked up and got caught, but I bet she don’t want to end up in the slammer
having to eat the cunt of some butch dyke”. Julia
shuddered at the thought. “What a thought. I’ll stick to cocks please”. Both
women again burst into laughter. “So glad you said that” said Stephanie
lighting up another cigarette.
“Hey we
have just passed a wooden sign. Stop” said Julia. Stephanie braked and stuck
the car in reverse. “That’s it, Mulberry Farm .Up that dirt track”.
“
“ Thank
fuck for that” said Stephanie, “ lets get this over and done with real quick”.
Collecting the debt Part Two
The dirt
track was tight but Stephanie manoeuvred the car unto they came to a clearing.
“jeez that was tight, how the hell does any one find this
place. Good job you caught the sign”.
“There it
is, to the right” said Julie. She pointed to a tiny condominium with barred
windows. The building stood by itself and must have been at least 4 or 5 miles
from the nearest other neighbours.
“Ok let’s
check in to the office before we go in”. Stephanie pulled her cell phone from
her handbag. “Shit there’s no fucking signal, shit, shit, and shit”
“Mines dead
too” said Julie. “What shall we do?
Stephanie
had lit another cigarette “Well after all this journey I am not going away
without trying. Hey, we did try to call in so we can call in later on the way
to
“Well
according to the records she lives by herself, so although the regulations
state we must check with the office first, I am pretty sure we are on safe
grounds” said Julie.
“Seems
pretty quite around, no sign of life. Hope she remembers the date”.
“Ok” said
Stephanie “you stay in the car and I will go to the door. Once she opens, I
will signal you, and you come and witness the collection and sign the receipt”.
“Sure” said
Julie “please be careful, no one knows where the hell we
are”.
“No
problems” said Stephanie “I have a feelings about difficult jobs and this is
not one of them. This is going to be an easy job”.
Stephanie
got out of the car, took a final deep drag on her cigarette, exhaled the smoke
into the air and stamped out the butt under her 3” heels.
Julie
watched as Stephanie reached the door and rang the bell. The door opened and
Julie saw an attractive woman motion Stephanie in. Then the door closed.
Fuck,
thought Julie. This was not supposed to happen, where was the
signal!
Ok I will
give her a couple of minutes and hopefully she will be out. Julie checked her
cell again. No signal strength. Shit!
Julie
waited exactly 5 minutes and decided she would go and find out what the hell
was happening. She knew that Stephanie was good at her job and would have
called her in by now. Just as Julie was exiting the car, the door to the house
opened and a young Mexican looking girl of about 17 came running out.
“Please
come with me your friend is not well”. ‘Not well’ thought Julie, she was fine 5
minutes ago. “What’s wrong with her”. “Come see” said
the girl.
Julie
walked with the girl and entered the building.” Stephanie, what’s up” she
called.
The girl
was behind her when all of a sudden she felt a thud on her head and all was dark.
Stephanie
had heard Julie calling but she was unable to respond. Primarily this was due
to a large amount of cloth being wedged in her mouth with what seemed like a
whole role of gaffer tape holding it in place. A muffled sound was all she
could produce and even this was difficult due to amount of packing in her
mouth.
She was sat
on the floor of the basement. She had been led there at gunpoint as soon as she
had entered the house. Shit, why had she forgotten the golden rule and not
signalled to Julie as soon as the door was opened by a striking mexican type girl of about
16. The thought of a 16 year old girl
causing her problems never entered her head.
Complacency
had been her downfall, and now here she was sat on the floor of a basement,
wrists tied tightly behind her with yards of rope, her ankles and knees also
tightly bound with her mouth overflowing with whatever had been stuffed in
there. She dreaded to think but was sure she could taste urine and shit. And no
one knew where Julie or her were.
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