On the Run

[Vagrant]

This thread is closed for myself and your_vice

Ok, this could have gone a lot better, he thought to himself. A simple in and out, nothing fancy, just into the office, grab the cash, and get out. The in and grab parts were easy enough, but on the way out, the elevator doors just had to open to reveal an attractive young woman who could clearly see that he didn't belong. He had no idea what she was doing here after hours like this, had no idea who she was, all he knew was that she was now a risk. If he left her, she would call the cops and his plans would be destroyed. If he took her she would slow him down and make him more noticeable, and his plans would still be destroyed. Either way, his plans were fucked.

He could move faster alone, that was true, but with her he had some leverage maybe. It all depended on who she was. Unbeknownst to him, she was little miss rich girl, daughter of the CEO. He had no idea how much leverage she would buy him, but he also didn't realise how much shit he would be in for taking her. In an instant he decided. Pulling a gun on her before she could get out of the elevator, he got in with her. "Scream and I shoot you... You scream, I shoot, it's all the same to me, I'm fucked... but you're dead... so I'd say you're more fucked, wouldn't you? Where's your fucking car."

[your_vice]

Name: Aiko Tanaka
Age: 18
Appearance: Clicky. Petite at just 5ft tall. 32B tits. Adept in Jujitsu but not physically strong.

Bio

Aiko is half Japanese. Her father, Naruto, came over with his parents as a child and married American, Ellen. He has built up an empire of Japanese teppanyaki restaurants, ready made sushi, supermarket ready meals, noodles, sauces and other products. His net worth is more than a few million and his face is instantly recognisable from the packets and jars of his food.

Aiko attends an exclusive private school specifically for Asians with the same teaching techniques and philosophies, that also teaches Japanese language and literacy to American born children. She socialises little outside of her classmates, who are all oriental. Her father is traditional despite having an American wife and expects to have a hand in who Aiko eventually marries. He has an older son who already works for the company and stands to inherit control of it.

Aiko has few aspirations beyond her father's intentions for her. She's a quiet, introverted girl who loves reading and has never touched alcohol. She's grateful for her luxurious lifestyle and loving family and wants nothing more than to marry well and raise beautiful children. She's a virgin and although she has masturbated occasionally, she feels guilty about it and has never so much as inserted a finger inside herself.

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Aiko had spotted the man as being out of place but she hadn't so much as stepped towards the doors before he was waving a gun in her face. She cried out in surprise but caught herself before he simply shot her to shut her up.

"Scream and I shoot you... You scream, I shoot, it's all the same to me, I'm fucked... but you're dead... so I'd say you're more fucked, wouldn't you? Where's your fucking car."

"Basement level." She sobbed, jabbing the basement elevator button with her thumb. Aiko had been on her way to see her father and then go out to dinner with her family. She was wearing a shimmering blue top that unfortunately did nothing to disguise the fact her nipples were bullet hard through terror. She stared fixedly at the elevator doors as cheerful music played and they slowly descended. Her thoughts went to the cell phone in her purse but she wasn't stupid enough to try anything yet. She lifted her purse, slowly removed her keys from it and held them so the gunman could see them.

What he would make of her flash little convertible was anybody's guess. It wouldn't take too much effort for him to work out that she was Naruto's daughter.

[Vagrant]

While the elevator was descending, he looked her over. Such a tight little body. Not too bad. Though by the looks of it she was terrified. He honestly wouldn't have been surprised if she pissed herself. That would honestly have made him laugh.

He wasn't intending on keeping her long. Just enough time to get clear and have a good run at making it to the border. What border, you ask? Despite being in New York, Canada wasn't really an option. Canada and the US had a pretty decent relationship and Canada wasn't really a place someone can get lost in. Not enough places where you could set up and not have anyone ask questions. No... the border he was headed for was Mexico.

When the elevator stopped he looked at her menacingly. "Remember... You make a scene, you die. I have nothing to lose." The doors slid open and he forced her out. "Where's your car, bitch." Then he followed her very closely through the garage.

[your_vice]

Aiko's almond eyes widened and she trembled visibly. She had enough trouble remembering where she left her car when there wasn't a gun in her face. Arriving late in the afternoon had meant there had been few free parking spaces and she had been forced to park much further from the elevator than usual.

"I-I'm not sure." She stammered, hoping he wouldn't just blow her head off and run with the keys. She spotted a large silver vehicle that she remembered having walked past. "This way... I'm sure it's this way." She said, heading around a corner. She was shaking so much that her keys were jangling and she jabbed the remote locking button repeatedly, trying to locate the car. It was where she thought she had left it and a sob of relief shook her body as she opened the driver's door.

[Some description of your guy would be great.]

[Vagrant]

He was convinced she was stalling, pretending to look for her car so that someone might notice the two of them. That didn't make him happy in the slightest. "Where is your fucking car, bitch... I haven't got all day, and neither do you." He growled at her quietly, so that nobody else could hear. Parking garages were notorious for carrying sounds.

When she found it, he got in the passenger side and still held his gun pointed at her. "Alright, get us the fuck out of here, and then I'll tell you where to go. We're gonna ditch this expensive car ya got as soon as we can... I know a place."

[your_vice]

Aiko stalled the car once before she composed herself enough to drive. Her hands gripped the wheel like she was on a roller coaster and every bump they went over made her panic that he would fire the gun accidentally or something. They slowed at an intersection and Aiko glanced at the door handle but she didn't have the nerve to try jumping out. She headed in a straight line out of the city and after ten minutes of strained silence she risked speaking to him.

"Where do you want to go?" She asked.

If the situation hadn't been so dangerous she would have laughed at him. The tall man was wedged uncomfortably into her little Japanese car, his knees up near his ears and his shoulders hunched like a sullen child. Conversely, Aiko was as close as she could get to the steering wheel, meaning she was sat a few inches further forwards.

[Vagrant]

He was cramped in this tiny little car. It was expensive, that's for sure, but it wasn't roomy. But he had no choice but to wait t out and get to where he wanted them to go. Switching cars now would open up all kinds of potential problems.

But he needed to ditch this one, so when she asked, he looked over at her, his gun still pointed in her direction, despite his position. "Jersey. I know a guy runs a chop shop... he'll pay well for this piece of shit car of yours..." Ok, so it wasn't a piece of shit, not really. But it was small as hell and he was in a bad mood.

Once they got to New Jersey, he directed her towards where she was to go and when they got to the chop shop, he grabbed the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. "Come on, bitch, out. Lets see what this sardine can'll get me." He sneered and then stretched, getting the cramps out of his joints from sitting as uncomfortably as he had been.

A large man walked towards them. He was covered in tattooes and piercings and he was eyes up Aiko with undisguised lust. "Hey man, whatcha got for me... a sweet piece of ass and a car? You know what I like bro."

[your_vice]

Aiko followed him reluctantly through the chop shop. Nobody seemed bothered by the fact he was marching her through the place at gunpoint. A giant of a man covered in tattoos and sporting quite a few piercings wandered over and it was clear that they knew each other. Aiko realised she was staring and abruptly dropped her gaze, unwilling to piss the guy off.

"Hey man, whatcha got for me... a sweet piece of ass and a car? You know what I like bro."

Aiko flushed scarlet, unhappy with being referred to as a piece of ass. She folded her arms protectively across her chest and tried not to look directly at either of the two violent criminals. Part of her was curious to see what the chop shop guy would give her abductor for her car but the rest of her just wanted out of here. She scanned her peripheral vision for another way out but the men weren't distracted enough for her to try running and she knew she wouldn't get far.