Switching cars

Eventually we pulled into the parking lot of a relatively long ago shuttered warehouse, where we found a non-descriptive navy blue sedan waiting for us. My captor hopped out, tossed his bag full of money into the trunk of the new car and then opened my door.

He then gently helped me out of the back of the patrol car. Once on my feet, the two of us were standing face-to-face just inches apart. I could smell his aftershave, which was quite pleasant.

"Look, I would love to let you go now, but you've seen my actual getaway car," he said. "I've got a place to lay low for a day or two and let things cool down. After that, I promise, I will let you go free."

"But my...(I almost said wife)... family will be looking for me," I said.

"A whole lot of folks will be looking for me," he said. "I promise, a day or two and you can go back home to them. I'll throw in a couple hundred thousand dollars for your time and trouble. And I won't lay a hand on you...unless you ask nicely."

He smiled at me again and it did something to my body. If Leighjaye had a type, I think the reaction of her body told me that I had just found him. I knew I should be arguing for my freedom, but all I could do was smile back at him and breath in more of his scent.

"Great," he said. "Now let me help you out of those cuffs."

He suddenly stepped towards me, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against my stomach and that distracted me. It took me a moment to realize that he was undoing my handcuffs. A moment later I was free.

"There," he said with that smile. Instead of moving away from me, he stood there a moment longer, our bodies pressed together.

Without any conscious thought, I raised up on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. His hands went straight for my ass, groping my cheeks. When he kissed me back it was electric. I could feel it from my lips to my toes. I could feel the bulge in his pants growing.

"Shit," he said after a moment, pulling away. "I would really like to see where that was going, but I've got a stolen police car and between $1.6 and $1.9 million of the bank's in the trunk. Get in the car and we can talk more about this later."

He turned and walked to the driver's door of the new car. On autopilot, I went to the other side of the car and climbed inside.