cgraven
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This is a closed thread for Aurantica and C G Raven. You are invited to read along and enjoy.
It is said that no good deed goes unpunished and that was certainly true for young Jennie Taylor. Untill a year ago Jennie’s life was quite ordinary she had a good job as a technician in an industrial chemical company and lived in a quiet apartment complex. Then through an act of kindness she came to the attention of Boris Chekhov. Chekhov leant money to those who needed it but could not qualify for a bank loan, or who owed money to some very nasty people. That was the position one of her best and oldest friends found themselves in with a local drug dealer. So Miss Jennie Taylor had borrowed the money from Chekhov. Now Jennie’s friend was gone, skipped town, leavening the young beauty with the ever increasing payments were she could just manage to pay the interest on the loan that was compounded weekly. Now Jennie was behind and Chekhov sent two of his associates to convince Jennie to come and discuss payment.
Yuri leaned against the wall just outside the industrial complex where Jennie worked. He new what time her shift ended and which way she walked home every day. He watched as the young girl came walking down the little sunlit ally. She was bright and cheerful, the sun playing in her golden hair. Yuri stepped out into Jennie’s path, his bulk blocking her way, a cigarette dropping from the corner of his mouth. His face was marred by a scare that ran from his the bridge of his nose trough his eyes brow and down to his cheek.
“ Miss Taylor.”
As he spoke Serge stepped behind Jennie and she found herself sandwiched between the two burly giants.
“Mr. Chekhov wants to see you this evening…..”
As Yuri spoke Serge stepped closer so that Jennie’s lithe young body was pressed closer between the two and she could feel the heat from their bodies.
“…………to discuss the payment of your debt!”
As he spoke Serge let his big meaty hands caress the firm curve of Jennie’s ass through her clothing.
“ Be there 8 o’clock sharp.”
Yuri took a folded piece of paper and slipped it down the girl’s blouse.
“Remember 8 sharp Miss Taylor and we will be watching so I wouldn't try an leave town if I were you Miss Taylor.”
As quickly as they appeared they were gone. The whole ordeal took less than five minutes and now Jennie was standing alone in that sunlit alley.
The address that she had been given was in a rundown and deserted part of town in the old industrial district. A seedy part of town , the hang out of drug dealers, pimps and thugs. There was a single industrial light over the door, a bright white island of light in a sea of darkness. Over a buzzer hung a sign that simply read,
B. Chekhov Exporter Importer
69 Mayfair Place.
It is said that no good deed goes unpunished and that was certainly true for young Jennie Taylor. Untill a year ago Jennie’s life was quite ordinary she had a good job as a technician in an industrial chemical company and lived in a quiet apartment complex. Then through an act of kindness she came to the attention of Boris Chekhov. Chekhov leant money to those who needed it but could not qualify for a bank loan, or who owed money to some very nasty people. That was the position one of her best and oldest friends found themselves in with a local drug dealer. So Miss Jennie Taylor had borrowed the money from Chekhov. Now Jennie’s friend was gone, skipped town, leavening the young beauty with the ever increasing payments were she could just manage to pay the interest on the loan that was compounded weekly. Now Jennie was behind and Chekhov sent two of his associates to convince Jennie to come and discuss payment.
Yuri leaned against the wall just outside the industrial complex where Jennie worked. He new what time her shift ended and which way she walked home every day. He watched as the young girl came walking down the little sunlit ally. She was bright and cheerful, the sun playing in her golden hair. Yuri stepped out into Jennie’s path, his bulk blocking her way, a cigarette dropping from the corner of his mouth. His face was marred by a scare that ran from his the bridge of his nose trough his eyes brow and down to his cheek.
“ Miss Taylor.”
As he spoke Serge stepped behind Jennie and she found herself sandwiched between the two burly giants.
“Mr. Chekhov wants to see you this evening…..”
As Yuri spoke Serge stepped closer so that Jennie’s lithe young body was pressed closer between the two and she could feel the heat from their bodies.
“…………to discuss the payment of your debt!”
As he spoke Serge let his big meaty hands caress the firm curve of Jennie’s ass through her clothing.
“ Be there 8 o’clock sharp.”
Yuri took a folded piece of paper and slipped it down the girl’s blouse.
“Remember 8 sharp Miss Taylor and we will be watching so I wouldn't try an leave town if I were you Miss Taylor.”
As quickly as they appeared they were gone. The whole ordeal took less than five minutes and now Jennie was standing alone in that sunlit alley.
The address that she had been given was in a rundown and deserted part of town in the old industrial district. A seedy part of town , the hang out of drug dealers, pimps and thugs. There was a single industrial light over the door, a bright white island of light in a sea of darkness. Over a buzzer hung a sign that simply read,
B. Chekhov Exporter Importer
69 Mayfair Place.