## The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:25 pm

Hey, someone turn this into a full story for me. Please?
Five hundred dollars... five hundred dollars... I just gotta keep telling myself that. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I knew I had five hundred dollars coming my way.
The headlights on the highway were almost blinding. I had taken so much Advil for the headache I have. A mix of that and the fact that it was four o'clock in the morning was making me extremely tired. I couldn't let myself fall asleep though.
I kept running through what I was told. Say my name is Mike. Say it's a game. Say she was willing.
I looked into the rear view mirror, and saw that the road behind me was empty. That made me happy, considering the cargo I was carrying. They tell me her name is Carolyn, but that could be a fake name. She lays on the backseat of my old car. Her wrists and ankles are bound. Her mouth is taped shut, and her eyes are blinded by the old scarf that I found in the trunk. She's 19 years old, and she's a brunette. She had big eyes. Or maybe they were just big out of fear. If you woke up in the middle of the night to someone tying you up, wouldn't you be scared, too?
I saw the street I was headed for, and pulled into a driveway. I looked at the card I was given, and double checked the address. Wrong house. I'm far too tired to be doing this. I should demand more than five hundred dollars for this. They told me it was a rapidly increasing salary, so that was good. And I needed the job. If I hadn't lost my job two weeks ago, I wouldn't be here right now. 'Carolyn' would be still sleeping in her bed, unless another one of them had picked her up. The guy who talked me into said there were many of us. Many. But he said it was rapidly growing business.
I found the right address. I pulled into the driveway, and grabbed the card I was given. I threw a tarp over 'Carolyn,' and went up to the door. I knocked on the door three times. Just as I was instructed to do. The black jacket, black jeans, and black boots I had on must have looked so suspicious in the dark. Here I was, five o'clock in the morning, standing outside some stranger's house.
A man answered the door. He looked like he was expecting something.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Thomas," he said. I checked the name on the card.
Thomas.
"My name is Mike. I am from Party Favors, Co. You have a delivery scheduled for tonight?"
"I do," He confirmed.
I went back to the car and grabbed 'Carolyn'. The chloroform was starting to wear off, and she was starting to struggle. The nightgown she was wearing must have torn during the struggle, because there were several tears in the dress.
"Here is your Party Favor," I said, as I handed over the girl.
"Oh, is our slave here?" A woman came around the corner of the room.
"Yep, and she's all ours."
"Thank you, please call us again whenever you want another Party Favor."
"Nice doing business with ya," The man named Thomas extended his hand to shake mine, but I was already halfway down the stairs. I slid into my car, and drove down the road. I just kidnapped an innocent kid, and gave her over to people who were going to use her.
Strangely, I was completely comfortable with it.
Five hundred dollars...five hundred dollars...

### Re: The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:35 pm

Now that I've just written, I thoroughly enjoyed it. How about someone writes it from the perspective of the 'Party Favors' and I'll write from the perspective of 'Mike'? Let me know if you're interested in collaborating with me.

### Re: The Job

Post by Scottstud94 » Thu Apr 05, 2012 7:25 pm

I'm not up for writing, but I will say that was a well done piece of writing. Good idea.

### Re: The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Thu Apr 05, 2012 9:45 pm

After driving for a few hours, I arrived at my small apartment. I walked in the door, and turned on the bare light. I looked around the room. A nightstand. A table. A bed. A small TV. A closet where my clothes hung. A cell phone charger was plugged into the wall, and rested on the nightstand. I attached my phone to it. I kicked my shoes off, threw off my jacket, and hit the bed. Sleep overtook me.
I woke up the next day around four o'clock in the afternoon. The phone was ringing. Without opening my eyes, I grabbed the receiver, and brought it to me ear.
"Hello?" I groaned, still half asleep.
"Hello, Vincent."
I sat up in bed.
"Who is this?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"You know who it is, Vincent," the other end of the phone told me. "Now, we're going to meet up. The warehouse. Five o'clock."
"I'm not even dressed, man," I made up an excuse.
"Yes, you are. What you were wearing last night is fine."
The line went dead. I got up and looked at myself in the reflection of the television. I sighed. I grabbed my wallet, and grabbed my jacket. I put my shoes on, and headed out the door.
The warehouse was where we had first met. He never told me his name. He never told me any more information that what I needed. Last time we met, he barely said two words to me. He just gave me the envelope, and then he left.
The first card was in that envelope.
'Carolyn'.
My old car pulled up to the warehouse. A man in a suit was standing in the middle of the room, His hands hung at his sides. He looked stern. Almost robotic. His hair was as dark as the sunglasses that rested on his eyes. It was short. Neat. Exacting.
"Vincent," he said in that demanding voice. A voice that would do anything to get what it wants. Not desperation. Determination.
"My friends call me Vince."
"I guess that means I'll call you Vincent."
There was an awkward pause. I stared at his glasses. I can only guess that he was staring at my eyes as well.
"Here is your pay," he said as he tossed me an envelope. I opened it. One. Two. Three. Four. Five hundred dollars cash.
"Thank you, man."
"I have a name, you know," He said. "I use yours. Why don't you use mine?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Collins."
He motioned to me with his hands.
"What did you think of your first job?"
"It was alright I guess. Gave me a headache."
"Was she a screamer?"
"No, just the fact that I was taking her away from her life kinda gave me a headache."
"Just one of the drawbacks of the game, Vincent."
He took his glasses off to reveal two piercing blue eyes. His left eye bore a scar that ran through his eye brow until just above the bridge of his nose.
"Is that from the game?"
"Ah," He said, moving towards me. "This scar is not. It is from a childhood accident."
"Okay, let's cut the bullshit," I said, throwing my hands up. "I'm not a kidnapper."
"My observations serve me otherwise," he said. "It appears to me that you kidnapped a young woman last night, and did it with complete perfection. There was not a trace left of her."
"That was easy, though."
"Only to a skilled kidnapper."
"I just told you, I'm done with this."
"Oh, are you?" Mr. Hancock asked me. "Now, I have you on tape saying that you just kidnapped a girl, and that you thought it was easy to do. I have proof that you accepted five hundred dollars cash to do so. This is the third time that you have visited me, even though you know I am wanted by the authorities, and you have not admitted to knowing where I am. You're a felon, Vincent. You have no other options."
"I could crack your skull open, and then walk out of here."
"I don't think that is a very wise option at this point in your life, Vincent. You couldn't take another time in prison. You've already done two years for assault. It would be a lot more rough this time around, considering the people I have behind bars. You lay one finger on me, you will drop faster than you can say 'Kidnap Incorporated.'"
I looked down at the floor and bit my lip. He had me right where he wanted me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Why did you call me here, Mr. Hancock?"
"You have been summoned forth today, because you are gifted at what we do here, Vincent. I've never seen another Kidnapper who had as successful a first round as you did."
"How do you judge something like that?"
"We have our ways," Mr. Hancock said, putting his shades back on. "Here is your next assignment. This one is higher end."
"I thought all we did was kidnap kids and throw them into lifestyles they didn't expect."
"No, that's not all we do here. I like that you use the term 'we'. I'm glad to see that you are now apart of us."
"Not as if I had a choice, is it?" I asked.
"Good point. But no," Mr. Hancock continued. "Party Favors is only part of what we do here. And, in all honesty, the only part of our business that has a formal name. The overall company in Kidnap Incorporated. People pay us to do what they are too afraid to do."
"Kidnap people," I explained, for my benefit.
"Exactly. That is exactly what we do. And now, for better or worse, Vincent, you are now part of this system."
He walked up to me, and patted me on the arm.
"I hope you learn to enjoy what you do, Vincent," he placed an envelope in my hand. "Here is your next assignment. Welcome aboard."
I don't even remember the drive home. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in the parking lot of my apartments, staring at the envelope that sat in front of me. I don't know how far I was going to be able to go with this. It was easy as it was happening, sure, but now, in hindsight, it's tearing me apart. Wondering how 'Carolyn''s parents would react when they find that their daughter was now missing. I made sure I didn't leave any fibers or hairs or whatever else they find at crime scenes. Footprints. Fingerprints. Whatever prints.
Still, I was five hundred dollars richer than I was before.
I opened the envelope. This target's name was Cindy. 'Cindy.' Forty five years old. Lives alone. Never been married. Owns a small town business. A hair salon. Town Hair. There was another hair salon in town, The Style, and it could no longer compete with 'Cindy's,' so the owner of the other hair salon, Holly, had requested that 'Cindy' be kidnapped for a talking to.
The kidnapping was to happen tonight. Great timing, Mr. Hancock. Great timing.
The card was set up so well. Time. Date. Location. Other notes. This other note was interesting. Supposed to look like a robbery. Told me I could keep whatever I stole.
Too bad I drive such a tiny car. Too bad I have barely any room to hide it.
But if I squatted in her house while she was with this...what was it?
Holly. I could squat in 'Cindy's' house while she was with Holly.
Maybe this lifestyle wasn't as strange as I first made it out to be.
Two hours later, and my car is parked in the driveway of 'Cindy's' house. It's huge. It's dark. No movement. After a minute, I see her. She's walking around the house, getting ready for bed. I grab the roll of duct tape, and I leave my car. I backed in, and the trunk is already popped. I knocked at the door. I did what the card told me to do. 'Arrangements have been made,' the card said.
"Hello," I said, after she answered the door. "I'm the plumber."
"A bit late for plumbing, isn't it?" She asked me, annoyed.
"I had other engagements across town all day today, ma'am, and I'm sorry about the late hour. Could you please lead me to the bathroom?"
And that was it.
The minute she started leading me to the bathroom. The minute she got in front of me. That was it. That leopard print robe she was wearing. The grey hair on her head. The slippers she was wearing. Nothing was ready. The tape now sticks to her body. It's so tight. Her screams are muffled. Following the card, I go back out to my car, and park it in the garage. I take the large fabric bag out of the trunk, and bring it in the house.
Despite her moans and struggles, I force 'Cindy' into the bag. I carry the bag to the garage, and place her in the trunk. Slam the lid.
I hop in the car, and drive to the next address on the card.
Holly's house.
I pull up and get out of the car. My card tells me that Holly is expecting me. I open the trunk of the car. Pull out the bag. Slam the trunk closed. Walk up to the door. Same routine as before.
"Hello, are you Holly?" I ask
"Yes I am," The woman on the other end of the door greets me. The shine on her leather catsuit glistens in my eye. The shine of her dyed blonde hair is as bright as the lights on the highway. "Are you here to fix the sink?"
Just as the card said she would ask.
"I am."
"Please come in."
I enter the house, and lay the bag down at Holly's feet. Holly hands me a wad of cash.
"I already paid your boss, but here's a little something extra on the side," She says. "Maybe just keep this between you and me?"
I take the money, and walk out. I wasn't going to make friends with the 'clients.' I wasn't going to screw this job up. I guess you could say I was really getting into it.
She gave me a grand. Along with everything that 'Cindy' owned that I can pawn, this has been a successful night.
I begin driving back to 'Cindy's' house. After arriving there, I go up to her room, and fall into her bed. I've been so tired lately. I don't know what it is. I'll have to see a doctor or something about it.
The screaming alarm clock wakes me up at seven thirty the next morning. It's a Wednesday, I think.
My cell phone starts ringing. It's Mr. Hancock.
To be continued.
Hope you enjoy this. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it.

### Re: The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:35 am

I drove up to the warehouse. I got out of the car and walked to the entrance. Just like yesterday, Mr. Hancock was standing there. Suit and glasses. The same as he was yesterday.
"And you return again," He said to me.
"It would appear so."
"Now, Vincent," he almost laughed. "You aren't starting to enjoy your job, are you?"
"I'm just in this for the money," I told him. I held my hand out. He placed the envelope in my hand.
"That's what they all say," Hancock told me. "Next thing you know, they want two, three jobs a day. Just wanna keep the kidnapping going."
"I'll never get there."
"I can guarantee you will."
I opened the envelope. It was another Party Favor. The target's name, Sam. A guy. Being delivered to a girls' sleepover party. High school kids. He was over 18, the card said. That's all that matter to me. I wasn't about to start doing this to kids.
I went to the address on the card. The house looked empty. The card told me that he would be alone. His parents were out of town on vacation. I was supposed to be a mailman. The card said wait until five o'clock to pull the job. I checked my watch. It was only noon.
I backed my car out, and drove to a restaurant. I sat myself down in a booth and pulled out my wallet. Five hundred from 'Carolyn.' Seven fifty from 'Cindy'. The grand that Holly gave me. Twenty-two fifty. In the past two days, I've made more money than I've ever had at own time. This job looked promising.
I ordered something simple. Ham and Swiss. A coke. Paid with a twenty, left a small tip. Checked my watch. Only one-thirty.
I went back to Cindy's house, and started going through her closets and drawers, looking for stuff I could sell.
She was loaded. Pearls. Diamonds. Furs. Silks. Gold. Silver. I put the jewelry in a purse, and left the house with it. That all took me an hour.
Three o'clock.
I took the jewels to a pawn shop. Three thousand for all of the above. I don't know if that was a good price. He probably ripped me off. Could tell that I've never seen a real diamond in my life up until today. Could tell that I grew up poor, and that nothing as changed. Still, I was three thousand dollars richer.
Fifty two thirty.
I checked my watch. Four forty five. Time to make my move.
I knocked on the door of the house. A young guy answered the door. I was carrying a box, like I was a mailman.
"Delivery for..." I looked down at the box, where the card was resting. "Samuel?"
"Yeah, that's me dude."
"Sign your name."
I handed him a pen. As soon as he reached for it, I dropped the box, grabbing his wrist. I spun him around, and grabbed his other hand. I ripped open the box, and grabbed one of the coils of rope out of it. I tied his wrists together behind his back, quickly and tightly.
"Hey, what the fuck, man?" He squirmed. I grabbed the roll of duct tape out of the box. I wrapped it around his head, silencing him. I pulled him down to the floor and tied his ankles. After that was finished, I moved to his knees. I picked him up on my shoulder, and brought him out to the car. I threw him in the backseat, and went back to the house. Grabbed the extra rope. The roll of duct tape. The card. The box. Anything that could be traced back to me. I went back to the car, and checked the next address on the card.
I drove up to the house, and two girls were running around outside. They saw me drove up, and stopped running around.
"Are you Carmen?" I rolled the window down.
"Carmen!" The girl I asked yelled. A red head came running down the driveway to the car.
"Can I help you with something?"
"I hear you're having a party," I said.
"I am."
"You requested some Party Favors, I heard."
"I might have," she said, twisting her hips. I thumbed to the back seat. I watched their eyes move to the bound body of Sam. I watched the smiles stretch across their faces.
"Where do you want him?" I asked them, expressionlessly.
"Umm," Carmen giggled, "the garage."
I got out of the car, and opened the back seat. I grabbed the teen out of the back, and pulled him over my shoulder. I walked him over to the garage, and set him down in a chair.
"Thanks a lot, mister," Carmen winked at me. Four more girls came out into the garage. The last girl turned to shut the door. She turned, and her hair blew in her face.
'Carolyn.'
What a vicious cycle this world is.
I got into my car, and 'Carolyn' came up to my window. She handed me a wad of twenties, and a little piece of paper.
"Thanks," she said. "For everything."
I pulled into the driveway of 'Cindy's' house six hours later. I spent some time in my apartment. Staring at the wall. Thinking about what just happened.
I pulled out the wad 'Carolyn' gave me. One hundred dollars and a phone number. I pulled out my cell phone. Dialed the number.
"Hello?" A voice at the other end of the line answered.
"Hello."
"Is this Mike?" She asked.
"It is."
"Hey, Mike," she responded. "You know me as Carolyn. My real name is Josie. You can call me whatever you want."
"How were you at that party?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, after what I did to you a few days ago."
"I enjoyed that. I'm the one that helped set it up. I knew it was going to happen."
"But you seemed scared the whole time."
"I was just playing it up."
"So why did you give me this number?" I asked her.
"You just seem like an interesting person," She responded. "I want to get to know you."
"You seem pretty interesting yourself," I told her. "Do you want to meet up sometime, or should I just kidnap you again?"
"Tomorrow, eleven o'clock, the mall parking lot. Meet me there."
"Mall, eleven o'clock. You got it."
She hung up, and I went into the house. I laid down on the bed. Fell asleep.
I woke up to three missed calls. All three from Hancock.
To be continued.

### Re: The Job

Post by xtc » Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:12 pm

Sounds intriguing.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: The Job

Post by boundboy » Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:39 pm

Awesome, can't wait to read more.
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

### Re: The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:40 pm

I checked the time. Nine o'clock in the morning. I called Hancock back.
"Where the hell have you been?" He yelled into the phone.
"I'm sorry, I fell asleep."
"It's okay. Just don't let it happen again. I'll be calling you every morning at seven o'clock."
"Do you have to?"
"Who works for who, here, Vincent?"
"Sorry, you're right."
"There are no assignments today. Take the day off. Keep your phone on, though. If anything comes up, I'll give you a call."
The line went dead.
I sat in my car in the parking lot of the mall. Another car pulled up next to me. Carolyn got out. Josie. She said her name was Josie. She looked at me. I pointed to the other door of the car. She walked around. Got into the car.
"Hey," she said. She was bubbly. Energetic, almost. Nothing like she was three days ago. Was it four days? I can't even remember anymore.
"Hey," I replied. Looking at her.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked me. She could see the gears turning in my head.
"What is this? What am I involved in?"
"I don't know about most of it, but," she pulled out a folder, "I'm involved with a group of guys and girls who enjoy being kidnapped and sold to people. We call ourselves Willing Slaves. We have a website, and people go through whatever company you're involved in, and then situations like three nights ago happen."
"And you're okay with that?" I asked her.
"I am. I love it."
"What about it?"
"I love being under someone else's control."
"I see."
There was an awkward pause. My phone rang. It was Hancock.
"Be really quiet," I told Josie.
I answered the phone.
"A job came up," Hancock told me. "Meet me at the warehouse."
The line went dead. He wasn't much for talking.
"Duty calls," I said to Josie as she got out of the car. "We should hang again sometime. If you want to."
"Yeah, sure," she said, looking at her phone. She was just a kid. I don't think she was really interested in hanging out with a twenty seven year old guy like me.
"Goodbye," I said, driving off.
I pulled up to the warehouse. Hancock was standing in the usual place. No sunglasses this time.
"Vincent."
"Hancock," I greeted him. I was beginning to feel comfortable about this.
"Here's the job," he handed me an envelope. "And here's your pay."
I opened the second envelope. Sam was just a kid. Five hundred.
"Catch ya later."
I got back in my car, and drove to Cindy's house. I got in, and opened the envelope. Twins. Two cheerleaders had a big rivalry going with another school. The two head cheerleaders of the other school were twins, and to make an example of them, the first school wanted the twins to be tied up to the goal posts of their school's football field. I was committing the acts of drama every girl gets over-dramatic about in high school.
That night, I broke into the twin's house, and tied them both up in their room. I used rope, which looked pretty great against their flannel night gowns. I slung them over my shoulder, and turned to leave. I froze with fear. Her father was standing there with a handgun.
"Drop them, and I won't hurt you."
Using the girls as a battering ram, I burst past him. I had them over my shoulders, so he didn't shoot me. Out of fear that he would hit one of his precious little girls.
After I got them tied to the football field, I used duct tape to gag them.
I got in my car, and thought about how their dad could have got my license plate number. I drove to the bridge.
I crashed my car through the railing of the bridge, and then swam to the shore. It was a half a mile from Cindy's house, so I walked back. Two o'clock in the morning. Freezing.
I checked the garage of Cindy's house. She had an old Intrigue. Green. I was okay with that. It was newer than my car.
I went it, and laid in bed. I couldn't fall asleep. I screwed this one up. I was going to get caught.
I stared at the ceiling until my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Vincent, I have a job for you. This one is very interesting. Come to the warehouse."
He sounded amused. I got into my car and drove to the warehouse. I was not the only one there. I was joined by three other guys.
"Gentlemen," Hancock greeted us. "I hope you're ready for a party."
To be continued.

### Re: The Job

Post by Kyle » Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:35 pm

This is a very good story you have going on here. What do you mean by having someone else write from the perspective of Party Favors though?

### Re: The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:10 pm

I'm not sure. Just maybe writing it like how 'Mike' kidnaps 'Carolyn' in the middle of the night, but from 'Carolyn's point of view. Or go more into the Cindy/Holly thing. Or what the girls did to Sam at the party. I tried to leave it pretty open.
So I guess not really one story, but just side stories that tie into the big story. (pun intended)

### Re: The Job

Post by Kyle » Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:17 pm

All right, thanks for the clarification. I'd love to go more in-depth with Holly/Cindy in particular but at the moment have no idea where I'd take it. I might give it a shot though.

### Re: The Job

Post by TheDrummer94 » Sat Apr 07, 2012 7:51 am

Alright awesome, man! Thanks! When you get it posted, let me know, I really wanna read it!

### Re: The Job

Post by Kyle » Sun Apr 08, 2012 8:57 pm

Don't get too high hopes. I'm going to try to work something out but can't make any promises anything will come out of it. I've got a bit of an idea to start but don't really know where to go with it. I'd really like to come up with something though.

### Re: The Job

Post by mikeybound » Mon Apr 09, 2012 5:25 am

Looking good! But how about a male target or two?