TiredFingers
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"A Bounty To Be Paid"
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Martin "Max" Harding
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Martin "Max" Harding
Max had been watching the house for six days. His current employer, a bail bondsman named Robert Howard, had told Max that he was wasting his time sitting on the bail jumper's own house. And he continued to tell the bounty hunter the same thing when he entered the Bail Bonds office to give an update and collect a prepayment for the job he was certain he would close tonight.
"There's no fucking way he's coming back to his own house, Max! Why the fuck would he come back to his own house?"
"Have you seen his wife?" Max asked, his hands out before his chest with curled fingers, illustrating the woman's unbelievably amazing bosom. "I did."
"Yeah, yeah, so did I, so what?" he said, unimpressed. Big tits wouldn't be enough for Robert to risk capture, forfeiture of a $50,000 bond, and an instant Go directly to jail, do not pass Go, do not collect $200 incarceration.
"Have you seen them out ... bared in all their glory?" Max continued, looking down at his curling fingers with an amazed expression as if his hands were the wife's impressive tits, right before his eyes, in all that glory he'd mentioned. He added with a tone of awe, "I did."
Robert asked with a bit of surprise, "You did?"
"I did," Max answered quickly.
"When?"
"When I was titty fucking them last night in the back seat of my sedan."
Robert's eyes and mouth widened in shock. "You ... you fucked my jumper's wife?"
"No," Max answered, again quickly. Then his lips widened in a devilish smirk and he clarified, "I only fucked her tits."
Robert's shock caused Max to laugh loudly before explaining. "I was following the wife and lost sight of her in the mall on 33rd ... and a moment later I was face to face with her. She confronted me ... asked if I was following her."
Max shrugged, as he had with the wife that day, then recounted, "I said, 'Yeah, I am'. When she asked why, I looked down into her Grand Canyon cleavage and said, 'I always wanted to titty fuck an amazing, natural rack ... and you have the most amazing natural rack in all of Southern California."
"But ... they aren't real!" Robert corrected, as if suddenly the naturalness of his bail jumper's wife's breasts was the true topic of the conversation at hand. He added, "They're right out of a box."
Max laughed. "You know that, and I know that ... and she most certainly knows that ... but I'm not going to tell a woman I know her titties are fake before I ask to titty fuck them ... am I?"
The two men laughed together for a moment. For almost a decade, Robert had been employing Max to hunt down the worst of the worst of his bail jumpers; and for almost a decade, Max had been coming back with those jumpers in cuffs and -- more often than not -- with a great story to accompany the chase and capture. But this!
"And ... she just let you fuck her tits?"
"No, of course not!" Max said, laughing again. "I had to buy her lunch first ... so she could get to know me ... decide whether I was the kind of guy she wanted to be spunking her a pearl necklace. Apparently I was, because before our order even arrived we were crossing the street to my sedan and stripping her top off."
After a moment, Robert asked, "But ... you didn't fuck her. I mean ... fuck her."
"No, she said she was married," Max went on. "Said he'd be coming home soon, and he'd want to fuck her ... and she needed to be tight for him when he did."
Robert stared for a moment, then gave Max a rolling hand And...? gesture.
Max finished, "And he'll be there tonight."
"She told you this," Robert said with a mixed tone of mixed doubt and suspicion. "She told you he was going to be there tonight."
"No, she didn't tell me he'd be there tonight," Max corrected, standing to adjust the gear on his utility belt, including his 9mm Beretta and Taser. "But he will be."
"And you know because--"
"And I know because she made a date with me tomorrow afternoon ... at the Notel Motel ... and I'm supposed to bring a string of condoms and a bottle of warming lube."
Robert just shook his head as he opened the mini safe near his feet and pulled out a rubber banded stack of fifties. He tossed it onto the desk before Max, knowing that while the bounty hunter wouldn't count it here and now, he would certainly count it once he'd stepped outside the office. While Robert had never cheated Max out of a dime of what the bounty hunter had been owed, Robert did have a reputation for taking any advantage he could when it came to keeping some of his money -- or other's money -- inside that favorite little safe of his.
3am:
The ruckus at the front door of the 14th Precinct drew the immediate attention of the dozen or so patrol officers and detectives there for a mid-shift check in concerning an imminent drug bust. Some of the cops who didn't know Max even reached for the holstered weapons on their hips, surprised by the armed, tattooed man who was pushing and equally tattooed but very much handcuffed bail jumper before him toward the booking desk.
Thirty minutes later, after Max had signed the appropriate papers to turn into Robert to claim the rest of his bounty, the Desk Clerk approached and asked, "Did you really fuck his wife?"
Max smiled, responding instead by asking, "Wha'did he say?"
A second cop was exiting the lock up and answered, "He said you busted into his house, beat him down, cuffed him ... then spent the next hour fucking his wife."
Max only smiled broadly, again adjusting his utility belt before donning his leather jacket against the chill of the early morning air. He shrugged as was so common for him, saying, "Hey ... he's a fugitive. You can't trust everything they say, can you?"