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Saving Lindy Ashley

By: Egmont0409



CHAPTER 1

Bo Short (Bo being short for Bob which was short for Robert) went into the bar. He'd been told to meet Charlie and Eddie Hooker there because a well-paying job was on offer.

The brother's Sergeant at Arms, a beefy guy called Herb, frisked Bo and the guy said through broken teeth, "Go to them. They're behind me."

The bar was half-full of guys who looked like crims and all the women looked like sluts, as women tend to do when they slouch in bars or show their panties sitting on stools, instead of standing back in long skirts and adjusting their hair like ladies.

But two hard-faced guys with stubble sitting at a corner table watching Bo as if suspecting he was a few cents short in the dollar told Bo he'd found The Hooker Boys, confirmed because they were the only guys sitting behind Herb. It paid to be careful.

"Pull up a chair and have a drink Bo. I'm Charlie."

Bo waited for the drink to appear until Eddie asked him didn't he want to buy a drink for himself.

"Huh, my mom doesn't like me drinking before midday."

"Yeah moms are good on things like that," Eddie sniggered.

"Of course you wouldn't know your father so your mother would be important to you."

Eddie looked at Bo suspiciously. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"Shut up Eddie. Let's talk business Bo."

It was simply really. All Bo had to do was to plant a bomb under the fuel tank of a woman's car. That's all. The boys would explode it remotely by radio.

"Who's the broad?"

"Shirley Ashley the heiress but Charlie and I are not allowed to tell anyone."

Charlie sighed. "Go home Bo. You'll find the bomb in your mailbox. Here's the address of the broad. She drives a red sports car and parks it in front of the house where she lives."

"Why?"

"How the fuck would I know? I guess she's lazy. How much do you want for doing this little favor for us?"

"Ten thousand bucks."

"Listen asshole, for that amount it would pay me to shut your mouth permanently and do the job myself."

"Then five thou. I get jail if caught."

"Okay, at least that saves me having to get Herb to dispose of your body. Plant the bomb the night after next."

"Okay," Bo said and left the bar whistling. He cursed and retraced his steps feeling quite a fool. Charlie got a big laugh out of that but paid him $2500 with the remainder to be paid 'post-explosion'.

Bo didn't like this job at all. He'd expected his 'finder' to find him a part-time position counting money at a counterfeiting operation, or doping racehorses or training the outfit's molls how to serve drinks and improve their sex performance. Carrying around a bomb was dangerous stuff.

Then Bo became really grumpy. He was waiting for a bus when a guy came up behind him, stuck a gun in his back and robbed him. Bo was surprised the big guy took only the $2500 from his inside jacket pocket. He became more than suspicious when he heard the guy say into a phone as he was walking off, "Hi Charlie. I hauled your money off the weasel without him knowing what day it is. He's thinking random robbery, heh-heh-heh."

Bo decided those jerks wouldn't get away with this. He went to the gym where he worked part-time as a cleaner and had a talk to the boss who'd been a Navy Seal before being discharged with a bunch of medals.

When Bo apologized for interrupting him Waldo Jones said, "Sit Bo, I always have time to talk to my people."

"Boss this is confidential okay?"

"Yep, shoot Bo. Is someone stealing paper rolls from the toilets?"

"Worse than that boss. It concerns that good looking babe Lindy Ashley who comes here."

"Ah, yum yum. She's here now."

"Could you please get her in here and I'll tell you both at the same time. She's in big trouble."

"You mean grave danger like life threatening danger?"

"You can say that again."

A few minutes later Waldo returned with Miss Ashley. She was just out of the shower, her blonde hair slicked back. She wore a tight-fitting summer dress that sculptured her breasts and thighs. Although thinking such tight clothing shouldn't be permitted, Bo licked his lips.

Her blue eyes bored into him and the look said, 'You slimy weasel'.

Bo told them everything including being robbed.

"This is beyond belief, you're making it up Bo."

"No I'm not," Bo said indignantly, thinking she was a slimy bitch with a big mouth.

Waldo frowned. "Lindy, have you every thought of yourself being in danger?"

"No of course not. Bo is trying something on here. Cleaning the toilets has his mind in the sewer."

"Bo?"

"Of course not boss."

Waldo said there was one way to test what they'd been told. "Come on guys."

They piled into Waldo's old black Mercedes.

"Christ this old Mercedes is a front," Lindy said, as Waldo tickled the gas pedal before pushing the stick into drive, her ear tuned to the very powerful growl of a beast wanting to be unleashed.

"I've upgraded the motor and the running gear and brakes. This baby has 600 hp sitting under the hood. If I bought an eye-catching super car it would only get stolen. This model Merc was always considered under-powered and every auto thief knows that."

"God you're smarter than you look," teased Lindy and she was quite upset when Bo said to his boss to thump her.

"Give me directions to your mom's home Bo."

They arrived ten minutes later. The house was up a long driveway so the mailbox was at the street entrance. Waldo opened the mailbox and gingerly removed a shoebox. He rejoined the other two in the car and lifted the lid.

"It's a fake, Bo is having us on."

"Jesus," Waldo said, having examined the device and noted the explosive pack. "This baby packs enough punch to turn this car into scrap metal. Here Lindy hold it and we'll take it to the cops."

"Eeek no, I can't bear to touch it."

"Hand it to me boss," Bo said from the back seat and took it. "Try not to bang into anything or get shunted from behind."

"Oh Christ," Lindy wailed.

Waldo drove off and said they'd take Lindy back to her car. 

"I went to the gym by cab. My car is out of action. Three days ago... Ohmigod."

Waldo glanced at her. "What is it?"

"Three days ago I was hit by a delivery van with big bumper bars. The collusion slewed my light vehicle around to nullify the impact. I wasn't injured. One of the front tires of the van disintegrated in the collision and the driver ran away. The police found the van had been reported stolen. It was loaded with concrete rubble."

"Ah, to give it more dynamic forward thrust at point of impact," Waldo said, rubbing his chin. "Where did this collusion occur?"

"Right outside my home as I was crossing the street and was side on, my body on the side of the approaching fast-moving vehicle. I accelerated into a turn but was caught in the rear."

"Jesus."

Bo asked what was it but was ignored. Waldo said this threat on Lindy's life was too difficult to place into the hands of the police.

"That's two attempts on Lindy's life. There will be more to come," Bo said.

"Good thinking pal, I think the same way. Lindy you're being targeted."

"I believe you Waldo," she said, playing with the hair on Waldo's nape. 

Bo almost dropped the bomb attempting to throw up his hands in disgust. That Lindy was such a slut.

Waldo dropped Bo off near the docks and told Bo to heave the bomb out into deep water and not attempt to defuse it because it had been professionally assembled.

"I'll take Lindy home to my place for tonight. It will be safer for her there."

Bo accepted that. The hero always got the girl. Huh? Wasn't he the hero raising the alarm? But it was too late to claim Lindy's pussy... the Merc had already rumbled off.

While sitting on a waterfront seat and having to fight off a hobo who'd tried to steal the shoebox, Bo thought he should visit his sister who lived two hundred miles away and not return until the Hooker brother's reward for Bo's assassination had time to expire. He was looking at two broads leaning over the railing looking into the water, exposing their stocking tops. He grinned. Then that rush of blood had given him a great idea.

Bo waited till late dusk before entering the ally behind the bar the brother's apparently used as their office. The vehicles were all junk cars except for one. He grinned because it was a black Escalade as favored by the Sopranos. Bo attached the bomb under the car, jamming it tightly above some metal thinking it might go off when they drove over a big bump. The scum had robbed him so deserved to die accidentally. He now had to act quickly and make sure it was the brother's vehicle.

Bo pulled a slatted steel cover off a gutter drain and smashed a rear side window of the Escalade and opened he door. The rear seat area smelt sweaty, reminding him of Herb's odor. The car alarm was making a din so no time to lose. He searched the pockets and found a box of ammo so chucked that on to a seat, a device that looked like a TV controller so tossed that on to the seat but under the front passenger seat found a black string tied bag that felt like loot so grabbed that and ran.

The backdoor of the bar burst open and as he was about to exit the ally Bo heard the smaller brother Eddie cry incredulously, "Hey boss, us has been robbed!"

Then Charlie yelled, "Get into the car. We'll run the mother-fucker down."

Bo ran across the street and down an alley only wide enough to give people foot access to the river walk. He heard the roar of the Escalade and shuddered, almost wetting himself. And then there was a violent explosion and Bo thought he felt the ground shake beneath his feet. He couldn't hear the vehicle and alarms inside buildings began sounding and people were screaming and other calling out.

Bo fled to the city's transit center.

By the time he left town Bo had it figured out. In the back seat Herb had looked at the box of ammo and opening found it was full and then looked on the seat at found the TV controller only it wasn't a TV controller was it? And then the dummy must have accidentally pressed a button, the wrong one, and the bomb detonated. 

Bo had thought about detonating the bomb himself but when in the car had looked unsuccessfully for a little black box with a plunger handle with a safety device over it to prevent accidental misuse. Apparently the radio device the brothers had purchased was not a classy as the manufacturer of the bomb. Heh, heh, heh. The city was now a safer place for people.

Bo opened the black bag and to his astonishment found it was full of banknotes, neatly held in packs by rubber bands. The broad sitting next to him also looked as said, "Ohmigod, is that money?"

Bo was too boastful to lie. "Yeah."

"Oh hi handsome. My name's Nancy."

A decision was called for. Bo decided to go nowhere alone with Nancy until he deposited most of the cash into his bank account and refilled the black bag with bank deposit slips with just a couple of packs of bills on the top. He managed to do that doing a coffee break. Then after Nancy fucked him near senseless he'd be happy for her to run off with all the cash she could find because it wouldn't be much compared with what had been in the bag. But then perhaps once she saw what he packed she mightn't be in a hurry to run off.

Nancy smiled like a long-lost friend. "What's your name honey?"

"Bo."

"Oh what a sweet name. I guess it's short for Boo. If you like you may play 'Boo!' with me and get me excited? 

Bo was thinking about that when she pushed back her dyed curls and said, "Honey would you put an arm around me, I'm cold."

"Yeah!" Bo grinned wolfishly and Nancy giggled and unzipped the back of her dress.

* * *

Waldo parked just short of his home in a parking area favored by lovers that overlooked the city center.

"Oooh," said Lindy.

"We need to talk strategy."

"Just unbutton and unzipped me Waldo."

He looked as if he couldn't believe his ears and then twigged. He grinned and said actually they must discuss her well-being and work out how to put the gang out of action, like setting them up for a crime they hadn't committed, er yet. "Are you okay, what with these threats on your, er, well-being?"

"I'm feeling very well sweetie, in fact rather hot," Lindy said, and with the dexterity of a gym-fit person negotiated the crap carmakers place between front passenger vehicle seats these days to curb misbehavior between consenting adults and sat facing away from Waldo, straddling his thighs.

Although Waldo had being around the block with a great number of babes he couldn't help but swallow. This was heiress Lindy Ashley about to have a piece of him.

Lindy unzipped him and fished out his piece as every bit as competently as Waldo could have managed with her ass all over him. Waldo was greatly impressed.

She fiddled and he felt and head of his cock suddenly become very warm. He knew what that meant and threw his head back, mouth open, as his rigid shaft was lubed as it slipped into Lindy's depths.

"Oh this is great. I only take cock about twice every three months," she cooed. "I desire to be tight for my husband when I marry."

Waldo said nothing. Well he was thinking what a stupid standard to impose on oneself but then it was her right to decide what was best for her husband-to-be. Wow, only twice every three months? Why bother?" 

She bounced a few times and then bent over to grab his testicles. A lady would call them testicles wouldn't she?

"God you have huge balls!"

Waldo blinked.

"God you are so long. You are touching my cervix."

Waldo erupted.

"Ohmigod, you came inside me."

Oh another fucking rule.

"Ohmigod I'm shooting over your cum. I'll be in a mess. I should have put you in a condom."

Oh no, not another rule. Oh crap, she wasn't protected!

"At least I'm safe so no worries."

Waldo relaxed.

"Ohmigod, you are thickening in me already. Should we go again?"

"I don't know what the rule is about that situation baby."

"Who makes rules about sex? Come on baby, let's fuck. When I said I only have sex twice every three months I forgot to add unless there are exceptional circumstances. You are an exceptional circumstance. We gym bunnies talk about fucking you and so far it appears you have had only about half of us."

"Yeah, it appears I have a waiting list of around two hundred."

"Ohmigod, aren't I lucky, getting mine within an appointment," Lindy giggled and she then bellowed into a full release.

"God that was beautiful," she puffed.

"Ready to go again?"

"Yeah, give me half a minute to recover."

As they looked down at the CBD they saw the flash of an explosion and moments later heard the big bang.

Waldo said, "Oh fuck, Bo."

"Ohmigod Waldo. The poor little guy. No more sex for me just now."

"Good, get off my cock and we'll drive down and take a look."

A big crowd had gathered but they pushed through to the tape barrier. Lindy and Waldo saw a small crater in the street and bits of metal and padding from seating being inspected by bomb squad specialists. As they watched a guy picked up a vehicle nameplate and called to his chief, "This says Escalade."

"Keep looking for real ID either of the occupants or the vehicle."

"Come on," Waldo said, pulling Lindy away by an arm.

"What is it?" she said, disgusted that Waldo was grinning.

"I figure the little asshole took the bomb back and planted it on The Hooker brother's car. Don't you see Tony in the popular crime TV show The Sopranos drove a Cady Escalade ESV?"

"I have no idea what he drove."

"Well he did."

"If you say so."

Waldo scratched his jaw. "I can't figure out how Bo would have detonated the bomb to kill those bastards who'd robbed him and were trying to kill you and not doubt would be after him?"

"Oh Bo you darling," Lindy sobbed. "My hero. I do hope you got away."

Waldo's jaw dropped, thinking he was now on the outer. "Let's go home and fuck and watch TV in the morning for details. I also get the newspaper."

"Yes I'll go home with you. It's safer than going to my home but I don't wish to fuck, not while being so worried about dear Bo with me thinking he may have given his life for me."

That's bullshit, Waldo snarled to himself, knowing he was the hero.

Lindy slept with him but wouldn't allow Waldo to touch her. Grumpy he went to sleep and in the morning tossed the newspaper at Lindy's face, waking her. He turned on TV.

"Well?"

"Investigators have pieced together sufficient fragments to have indicative IDs that point to the occupants of the vehicle were two brothers and a known male associate but are giving no other details as yet, other than to disclose the vehicle was an Escalade ESV. No one else was thought to have been involved and two bystanders received minor injuries from flying fragments. Speculation the vehicle was blown up by an underground gas explosion has been discounted. I called the security firm that monitors the gym and Gus the manager advised me confidently that the guys blown up with the vehicle were The Hooker brothers and their minder."

"Oh Bo lives. That's wonderful," Lindy cried.

"Not for those three guys," Waldo said sourly.

"Oh darling get it up," Lindy said, turning Waldo's face into a huge smile. "I just need to dash to the bathroom."

This time Waldo was able to dick between Lindy's tits and was delighted she had a delightful pair just big enough to get over together to half capture his dick.

Just before 11:00 and after a sleep, they were at the gym having breakfast.

"Right who wants to kill you baby?"

"Well I have fucked the occasional married guy."

"I want a list."

"Okay."

"My father could regard me as an intellectual threat because in being that I might unseat him as chairman of the board."

"Right, note down his name if you can remember it?"

"What?"

"Just a joke. What was that you said about intellectual superior?"

Lindy smiled graciously.

"Then there's my younger sister and younger brother."

"Why would they be considered suspects?"

"In granddad's will I succeed my father on his death as owner of the company. Dad has been diagnosed to have liver cancer."

"Ah, motive. If you die who does the inheritance pass to?"

"My sister and then my brother if he survives her."

"Then who do you suspect?"

"Victoria my sister."

Waldo was locked in thought so Lindy wandered off to swim in the pool, all her gym gear being in a heated locker.

* * *

Walking to the locker room Lindy thought she was waddling a little and gasped, "Oh this is what it feels like to have been really fucked."

She blushed hoping no one had heard her.

When changing into her one-piece swimsuit she blushed again, looked down at the red temporary blemishes on her body plus a couple of bite marks. She and Waldo had been going at it like two dogs on heat. Fortunately most marks were covered by her swimsuit and anyone would have to be quick to spot the bite mark high on her inside thigh.

God Waldo could fuck. Sex in the car last evening was child's play to what they'd experienced this morning doing it doggy, his strong slow thrust making her pant and when he began to squeeze her swinging boobs hard she'd though she'd died and had gone to Fornicationland.

Swimming length after length Lindy thought Waldo appeared to be ready to use his skills to solve the threat to her life. She should not have told him she suspected Victoria might have hiring people to have her killed. He'd focus on Victoria and clean up the case much quicker than what she'd like and then leave her.

As Lindy swam on she was amazed she wasn't crapping herself in fear of her life being taken. She guessed the sexy Waldo had unleashed her endorphins and that was curbing and fear that threatened to smother her. Also she felt safe with Waldo being about, however emotionally stupid such a thought might be.


Saving Lindy Ashley



Later when Lindy returned to Waldo's office he put aside the papers he'd been working on and said hi, staring at her.

Lindy's heart fluttered. She thought she read sex and concern in his gaze, at least she hoped that's what the multi-expression was but she thought she saw something else and knew what it was; he'd switched on to her and was now very much attracted.

"I know this is bad news for Bo because it will implicated but I must urge you to go to the police and have the crime unit investigate your plight. It is no joke when someone is deliberately attempting to have you killed."

"Then you investigate and employ guys to assist. I have plenty of money. I don't want Bo implicated. He's save me from a really big threat."

"Oh so that's what you figure? I've figured that Bo put the bomb under their SUV hoping the baddies would blow themselves up and that was designed to save his own neck because when they tried to blow you and your rented car up and were unsuccessful they would be after him wanting their bomb back before killing him."

"Oh god. My family knew my car rented for me by the insurance company was being delivered yesterday. Bo had said he'd been asked to plant the bomb tonight."

"Yeah right. I can't figure that if the brothers didn't blow themselves up how did Bo trigger the device? He could grab as many radio devices as he wished but unless he had the correct frequency he'd be pushing buttons or turning dials into Christmas without success."

"I wouldn't know and can't see the connection with Christmas. Perhaps he broke into their vehicle to find something incriminating, set off the alarm and by chance found the detonating device between the front seats. After running off he played with it and the bomb went off, Bo being unaware the hoods had started off in pursuit."

Waldo stared at Lindy.

"What?"

"You are not just a woman with a pretty face, pretty its and a pretty pussy are you?"

She blushed and mumbled she'd never heard of any man calling a pussy pretty. "Look, I have a well-paying job in the freight company my father now owns. I manage the communications division that includes IT. Granddad also left me a legacy. Please take money from me to recruit the support you need to crack this. I don't want the cops involved because they may not be so dumb and manage to implicate Bo."

"Okay but I still have to give attention to the gym. If I can keep on fucking you I won't accept payment. In fact you should live with me for greater safety. Tell your family you've met a worthy boyfriend at last. I'll recruit some ex-Navy guys to keep members of your family under surveillance 24/7 and to hire stealth equipment so my team can listen in on conversations and telephone calls. Most people wouldn't use emails if trying to recruit people to kill someone because people who do that usually get caught. They know by TV cop and spy shows the safest way is still a clandestine meeting someone way out in the open."

"Okay, I'll shift in with you. God I'm thirty and overdue to meet a worthy boyfriend. But why go to the extra expense by maintaining covert surveillance on all of my family?"

"Because that's what we need to do and then may still miss the mark. Remember you only suspect sister Victoria."

"Oh yeah. Now who had the pretty face with a pretty chest and a pretty cock?"

"Um guys don't think females regard cocks as being pretty."

"When I suck yours and look at it and see my dribble on it I think yours is the most beautiful cock I've every seen, er when erect."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Okay lock the door and I'll clear the desk."

"Sorry, I'm off to my office. I phoned to report I'd be in very late."

"Damn."

Lindy giggled but once outside the office she became serious. When would the next attempt be made and by whom, how and from what direction? This was scary. By calling the office her family knew she was still alive and for at least one of them that would be disappointing news.

Oh crap.

Arriving in her office Lindy phoned the car hire people and told them to take the vehicle back and to refund the insurance company. They wanted to argue about the big penalty for early cancellation so she said, "I have received a threat that my car will be blown up." She cut the call and half an hour later her mom called and said the people who'd delivered her car earlier had taken it away.

"That's okay. I had a change of mind mom. I'm going to live with a guy who'll drive me around."

"But how can you meet a guy? You rarely go out at nights or weekends and then usually with gay women?"

"The guy took one look at my ass and said hi and I melted mom. Bye."

A few minutes later her father Jack came into Lindy's office.

"Your mom has just called worried you've picked up some slimeball off the street."

"Wasn't that how you and mommy met?"

"God you can be so difficult at times. Get on with your work. You were late in today, very late in."

"On daddy darling. Don't forget I know something mommy doesn't know YET, that you and Mrs Oliver are more than good friends."

"Fuck you Lindy," he said angrily and strode out, slamming her door shut.

Lindy called her PA in and they worked fast to bring Linda Amelia Ashley's work up to date. The company was the largest road, sea, rail and air shipper within 500 miles and had the largest workforce in the city outside of the city council and the arms of state and federal government now that forestry and mining operators had all but disappeared from the region.

Later Lindy called Waldo and asked what he was doing.

"Allowing my genitalia to recover before you begin seducing me tonight."

She laughed. "Listen could you bring me here each morning and take me home at nights until you nail that mother-fucker that is terrorizing me?"

"Yeah, good thinking. Should a lady be using that horrible word?"

"Being terrorized means my standards are dropping darling. I figure I'm most vulnerable moving about the city."

"Good thinking. I have guys lined up only too happy to assist. What we need from you are details of each member of your family, plus sketchy details of normal movements, who are their very close associates, identify of the vehicles of your family and close associates, what make and model of cell phones they use and what company is their cell phone provider."

"Do you really need all that detail? Why not just detail about Victoria?"

"I told you. You are only suspicious that Victoria is masterminding this threat to your life. Suspicion is not sufficient. I want all of your family under surveillance and checked out. Get me those lists okay?"

"Very well."

"There's a meeting at our house tonight with these guys, fifteen of them. I want them to see you and talk with you socially so they are quite sure you're a dame worth saving. These guys are retired so they'll only think about shafting you."

"Oh god."

"But they'll take their work seriously. They will be paid the going rates. I best draw up a budget for you."

"It's okay, I have plenty of money."

"Honey if this sting goes on for long it could mount to tens of thousands of dollars."

"No problem. Money will be useless to me if I'm killed. Call for me here at 6:30."

"Okay, I know the building but front door baby. No side doors or back doors for you until this thing is over. You don't even go to a restroom without me providing cover."

"Oh good. You'll be able to hold it for me."

"Hold what? You're female."

"My handbag silly."

Waldo snickered and then said she was not to step out of the building until he was in position and phoned her.

CHAPTER 2

Most of the guys were either drinking rum or beer in the basement gym when Lindy walked in, wearing her most conservative dress but that still revealed plenty. Conversations died and someone muttered, "Holy shit."

"Guys, this is the lady that is our mission to defend and take-out or preferably disable the person or persons threatening her life," Waldo said.

"Aye, aye sir," called a burly almost completely bald guy with washy blue eyes.

"Sam, cut the crap. This is a civilian operation. You lead Alpha team assigned to Victoria; Larry leads Beta assigned to Peter and Chip leads Charlie assigned to cover Lindy's dad Jack."

"What about mom?" Lindy said sarcastically. "She could easily favor Victoria over me. In fact she does."

Waldo said, "I have assembled females for the Delta team to cover your mom. They will be briefed and work separately because some of them, now married, were a little concerned about mixing again with navy men."

"Oh god, even my mother is a suspect?"

"Lieutenant Waldo S. Jones didn't make a name for himself as a platoon OIC by making stupid mistakes during covert operations Miss Ashley."

"Sam what did I say about titles?"

"Sorry Waldo."

"And that goes for me. I'm Lindy to you guys and thanks for being meticulous. I could never see my mom as a suspect and that could easily be a fatal oversight. Would someone hand me a Bud light?"

Three were lobbed from the back of a group and Lindy caught the closest can one-handed just out from her left-hand side, waist high and scarcely appearing to line it up. The guys grinned, most impressed. Waldo had caught the other two, looking slightly ham-fisted compared with his babe.

Lindy opened the can, allowing the 'fizz' to spray away from her, took a swig and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Did I do that correctly guys?"

They chorused yes.

"Waldo, may I brief the guys about what is scaring the crap out of me, why I suspect my younger sister but accept your counsel that it could be anyone of them or more than one of them and even someone outside my immediate family?"

"Please do."

"And may I request one of the team leaders to substitute for you as escort when you're not available, working from Alpha down?"

"Sure."

"Right guys, let's begin with me telling what happened from the outset and then moving on to my jealous and slut of a little sister who smokes dope."

The briefing took almost fifteen minutes, during which time Sam, aged in early sixties, ambled over with a second beer for Lindy to receive a dazzling smile. Oh boy, was he hooked.

"So you can see why I suspect my sister and why I can see why Lieutenant Waldo Meticulous Jones is so far ahead of me in scanning for the enemy and it's not even funny. It's scary. I guess an attempt with a knife or poisoned dart will be next or someone will attempt to push me out of a window. I wish to tell you this. If we nail this person or person beyond all reasonable doubt I will pay everyone who has worked with Waldo on this sting from day one to the conclusion 5000 bucks each and that includes you Waldo. With no rank you are just one of the guys so no special favors with the payout."

"Thanks Lindy. You briefed the guys well and the bonus offer is very generous of you. We'll take a fifteen-minute break for you to mingle with the guys and then you should leave while we discuss tactics. It's best you don't know too much and therefore think you are more secure. The danger will come when professionals being used regard you as being complacent and therefore vulnerable. We want you appearing vulnerable because that gives us our best chance of catching them at it."

* * *

During very late dinner that night Waldo said he was very please with Lindy's performance.

"I think every guy we've assembled admired you and after your briefing respects you and is concerned about your safely. This is a perfect start in my opinion. Do you mind if we do something before you serve dessert?"

"No of course not," Lindy said, thinking Waldo was going to issue her with a long-barrel pistol and give her the first lesson on how to shoot it with accuracy. But no, Waldo shifted some of the dishes aside and pulled Lindy to her feet, lifted her on to the table and pulled off her panties.

"Ohmigod," she giggled, caught completely by surprise.

Of course that's a great way to be fucked.

Waldo went on to his knees and came up between her thighs, blowing and snorting as he closed in his target. Lindy's giggles died and she pressed his head forward, her knees widening. 

Later as she began snorting, with Waldo's tiring tongue working over two of his fingers strumming deep inside her, Lindy hit her clit and came like a burst damn. Waldo had to carry her to the sofa for her to rest.

Lindy was served chocolate cake and coffee on the sofa. She stared at him as he ate his cake enthusiastically unaware Lindy was thinking he was truly a magnificent lover.

* * *

Ten days later came the breakthrough. 

Lindy had been unaware a team of active seals, home on leave after a tour of duty, were sharing watch on Lindy during the day.

She'd left the office and was walking to do personal shopping when two guys on a motorcycle came in behind her. The pillion passenger could see he had clear view of her and they came in close and he pulled out a pistol and took aim and was pulling the trigger when a woman wheeling a young child in a stroller came out of a store right in front of Lindy. The gunman lifted slightly and the bullet hit the store window just above the two women, shattering glass. 

The two guys in a car tailing Lindy radioed to their colleagues a hundred yards in front and as the motorcycle accelerated the protection squad's second vehicle was turned in front of it. The rider turned sharply and both men on the motorcycle came off and slid across the road. The navy men who'd had left their cars, slewing across both lanes to stop traffic, rushed in to apprehend the pair. The rider and passenger turned out to be a woman and a younger guy who were too shaken at that moment to resist. Both had been injured when tumbling off. 

The senior navy man called the police who arrived in minutes and the offenders were arrested. While that was occurring the navy men just drove off. Other police were down the street talking to Lindy and the woman with the stroller and gathering details of other witnesses.

Lindy attempted to call Waldo but his phone was off air.

Waldo was already in position when the pair were bought in and booked after receiving medical attention. They were taken away just as Lindy was brought in as a material witness.

The police captain of course was hopping mad that a private sting had been organized without the knowledge of the police. Patiently Waldo explained the predicament.

"Then who is the organizer of these attacks?"

"You are about to find out for us," Waldo grinned.

"Any more smart lip like that and you'll spend time behind bars."

"Captain, I need your investigators to go through the bank accounts of these people looking for big cash withdrawals a week either side of these dates of these three attacks on Miss Ashley."

* * *

Next morning Waldo and Lindy rushed to see the captain at his request. All that one of his team said was, "We've had success and have a member of the family in here for questioning Miss Ashley. The captain invites you and Mr Jones in to watch the interview with him behind one-way glass."

Lindy cried as Victoria confessed and implicated her boyfriend Mason Thomas. The senior interviewing officer issued an order for Mason Thomas to be brought in for questioning. Victoria also claimed Mason was the driver of the stolen van that had collided with Lindy's sports car.

"Mason was a little high on pills at the time otherwise he may have succeeded to kill Lindy," Victoria wept. She then continued on to say she'd paid The Hooker brothers $15,000 out of her grandfather's inheritance to terminate Lindy but all the brothers succeeded in doing was to blow themselves up. She then paid $10,000 to younger friends of her boyfriend, who were always involved in petty crime, to shoot Lindy on the street, promising then $50,000 because Lindy was taking on the appearance of being invincible.

"I'm sorry Miss Ashley about what your younger sister has done to you in threatening your life," the captain said to Lindy. "With the evidence already assembled the court should put her and her boyfriend away for a long time on serious criminal charges. When we take prints from her boyfriend when he's brought in we can expect a match with the prints we found on his coffee cup he left in the van it appears he stole."

Waldo was driving Lindy home when he took a call from the police asking could he convey to Miss Ashley the tragic news that Mason Thomas had died fifteen minutes ago when firing on police from the doorway of his parent's house. He took two bullets in the chest, each would have been fatal, and one policeman was wounded lightly in the shoulder by a shotgun blast when fortunately he'd been some distance from the assailant.

"I'll tell her. Thanks sergeant."

Waldo told her gently and Lindy cried, "Oh no, this will be bad for Victoria."

"Why should you worry?"

"I want her to get fair justice when being sentenced."

Waldo said carefully, "Well this may be a lucky break for her. If there is no one else in the know she can lie and say she was forced to collaborate with her boyfriend in this crime, that he masterminded it and forced her to provide the money and do other things. She can make all sorts of allegations and will be guided by her defense attorney."

"I hope the lying bitch gets twenty years."

"Ah, that's my girl. You must seek legal redress so that a change is made to your grandfather's will so Victoria can never be in line to inherit any asset from you."

* * *

Bo Short and Nancy Fletcher booked into a motel near a bus station.

"Have you got the size and horsepower to keep a gal like me happy?" she said, as Bo poured her a whisky and soda.

Bo grinned. "Well we won't know until we make out, will we?"

Three hours later Nancy said wearily, "Oh not again Bo. Let's get some shuteye."

Bo awoke to the smell of coffee and coming out of the bedroom found Nancy had opened his black bag and was counting his money.

"What are you doing?"

"Counting your money. What have you got all those bank deposit slips for? Are you aiming to deposit one buck at the time?"

"May I ask why are you counting my money?"

"To find out how much there is. I've counted it twice and there it amounts to $3900 bucks. I suggest you place two thousand bucks of this money into a joint fund and I will do the same at the same time and use that account to share our living expenses while we fool around. Two signatures will be required to make a withdrawal and that way you know you can trust me."

"Oh."

"You agree that's a good idea then?"

"Er yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Um do you have two thousand to put into that account?"

"Of course I do," Nancy said. "When my husband was fatally shot by a security guard who ran amok I received an insurance payout and still have around one hundred and eighty thousand of that left. Here, look in my handbag. I'm carrying fifteen hundred bucks. My thinking is while we mess around together it's only fair we should split our joint expenses down the middle. I thought the way you looked including your clothes you were a very low paid worker."

"Oh yeah, I agree. I happened to come into a hefty amount of money, not altogether illegally because the owners of it probably gained it illegally, being small-time crooks. It was to get even because they stole from me."

"Fair enough."

"Between us we have enough money to buy a house."

"So how much is a hefty amount of money?"

Bo grinned. "More than you have."

"Christ. I've found myself a guy who is loaded," Nancy grinned. "Come on, let's go out a have breakfast and by the time we are finished the banks will be open and we can set up our joint account. I'll pay for breakfast because you were so great with me last night. I like nothing better than being pounded until I get speed wobbles."




Saving Lindy Ashley



Three weeks later Bo was watching TV news when Nancy and he were having a week at a cheap resort and listened in disbelief about the shooting of a young guy implicated a plot to murder a young woman out of her rightful inheritance if she outlived her father. At that a picture of Lindy as the heiress came on screen and standing alongside her was former navy seal hero, Lieutenant Waldo Jones, who'd apparently used a team of current and retired seals to protect Miss Lindy Ashley and help bring the downfall to the scheming dope addict and his accomplice Victoria Ashley, Lindy Ashley younger sister. Waldo and Lindy praised the police for their splendid work in assisting to solve the crime.

"Jesus," said Bo.

Nancy who'd been following the new story asked, "Would you like to shaft her?"

"Yes, I mean no. I know them both and had to get out of town because three guys were blown up in, er, an accident and they were after me because I knew they were after Miss Ashley."

"So you can go back now?"

"Well I'll call Waldo. Want to come back with me? I work for him as an er sub-manager."

"Okay providing he says you are out of danger. I'm off to buy some underwear so have a good talk to your boss while I'm away. You'll have some explaining to do."

Bo made the call. "Hi boss, its Bo."

"Who?"

"Your cleaner Bo Short."

Holding back on his grin, Waldo said, "Listen buddy I don't know what game you're pulling but my cleaner Bo Short was blown to smithereens in a bomb explosion."

"No I wasn't boss. I planted it but then didn't do nothing. Stupid Herb must have played with the triggering device instead of himself. I was scudding down a much smaller alley when I heard the bomb go off and the ground beneath me shook. Fair go boss."

"Well you sound a little ignorant like the Bo I used to know."

"It's really me boss. You pick your nose with your left hand when you're thinking and yet always scratch your balls with your right hand. You also..."

"Ohmigod, it really is Bo. How are you doing pal?"

"Just cruising actually. I broke into the SUV and found a wad of money under the front seat and have teamed with a broad so am getting it four times a day, more on Sundays."

"Is that good?"

"I'm swimming in pussy pal. I've never had it so good. Can I come home and back to my old job?"

"Yes, come as soon as you can. If it's pussy you want Lindy will probably give it to you. She calls you her hero."

"Who's Lindy?"

"Christ Bo, don't you... Oh I see, a joke. This woman of yours must be raising your IQ with her pussy."

"I don't know boss. Some guys say it's a way to lose brains."

"Bo, joking aside, can I tell Lindy you are definitely safe? She still worries about you. I don't want her worrying because she suspects she might be pregnant and is having a test today."

"Whose is it boss?"

"Why you little jerk... Oh, more humor is it?"

"Yes boss, with the gear you pack and your fitness Lindy would have no reason to go off to get some on the side."

"Oh Bo, what a kind thing to say to me. Look, in recognition for what you did for Lindy I'm making you assistant manager of the gym floor."

"But we don't have such a position."

"Well we do now. The toilets are actually much cleaner now we have these two Asian ladies on sub contract. I could face a revolt if I allowed you back in there."

"That's okay boss I was bored doing that job anyway. Rewinding bits of rolls to make full-size one used to send me around the bend."

"Ah a joke?"

"No boss, I had to do it to keep my working hours up. Well I'll probably see you in two days' time."

"Great. Bring your woman with you if you wish and Lindy and I will take you out to dinner to celebrate your promotion."

"Gee thanks boss."

"Um now you're in management you should call me Waldo."

"Right boss."

CHAPTER 3

Lindy and Waldo went to the bus station to meet Bo although Waldo hadn't indicated that when Bo had called with his arrival time and to ask if he could start his new position next morning.

As they waited for their bags to be unloaded Nancy said, "Look at that dame who looks like a film star. What's she doing down here at this grubby transit center?"

"Perhaps she adopts waifs at bus stations as part of her charity work," Bo said, moving in to grab one of their bags.

Nancy's jaw dropped when the 'film star' woman can running toward them screaming "Bo, oh my dear Bo." She almost knocked the little guy with scruffy hair and a lantern jaw off his feet and began kissing him. Only then did Nancy recognize her as the heiress she'd seen on TV.

"Shucks Lindy, you shouldn't kiss me like that. It could wind up Waldo."

"It's fine pal, so long as she doesn't offer sex."

Nancy looked in awe at the handsome, straight-back guy with a square jaw and curly black hair who towered above them all.

Bo escaped from the clutches of Lindy and straightening his jacket said, "Hi Waldo. Lindy and Waldo I'd like you to meet my lady Mrs Nancy Fletcher -- er she's a widow."

"Pleased to meet you Miss Ashley," Nancy said, performing something she thought was a curtsy.

"Oh hi Nancy, Lindy said, hugging and kissing her on the cheek.

"Any close friend of Bo's is a friend of mine," said the hunk, smelling of expensive after-shave. He kissed her cheek, sending Nancy into a part swoon.

"Ohmigod," she whispered and Waldo winked at her and withdrew.

When they were all aboard Waldo said, "Where to buddy?"

"Um I'll book in to that motel near the gym until I get something sorted."

"Go slow boss," Bo called and Waldo slowed to pass the gym.

"That's our gym, er Waldo's gym, best gym in the city," Bo said proudly.

"It looks very well positioned for business clientele."

Waldo said, "That's an astute observation Nancy."

"Well I have some idea. Up to the time of my husband's accidental death I was deputy director of the Professional and Business Association in our city."

Bo bleated, "We've passed the motel boss."

"I know, there's something along here I want you to see."

They stopped outside a brick house in a line of restored houses built by affluent mining families more than 100 years ago. They were on higher ground and faced the river levee and were protected by special order preserving examples of early city architecture.

"Oh what a beautiful dwelling," Nancy said, "and just look at those roses."

"Yeah looks good. Are you buying it Waldo as an investment?"

"No Lindy has bought it."

Lindy turned in her seat. "Bo my life is important to me because it's the only one I have. Through you convincing Waldo and then me my life was under threat you set off a chain of events and were instrumental in having those three hoods whom I feared remove themselves from the equation. This house is my gift to you," she said, handing the astonished Bo a legal envelope and a ring of keys. "What you do with your new property is your business Bo. I have pre-paid local taxes on it for the next five years but some cash adjustment to the council probably will be necessary for year five."

"I-I have n-never owned a car and my own h-house seemed out of my reach."

"Well not now pal," Waldo grinned, opening his door. "The house is fully furnished so let's get you settled in after Lindy shows you around." 

"Lindy, I... I..."

"Thank you Bo. I know what you're trying to say. Come on you two; let's have a look around. It's lovely inside with polished floors and beautiful light fittings."

Bo and Nancy followed Lindy, hand-in-hand. Waldo followed them grinning.

THE END