(If you have not read Taken Hostage by Father's Ex-Girlfriend, Debbie and I meet again, or The Compound, start there. Also, don't be afraid to leave comments. They keep me innovative on this site.)
The car ride seemed to last at least an hour until I saw a sign that read Exit 117 to Elizabeth in 2 miles. "Is that where we are stopping?" I asked. "Yep, sure is, we're gonna get a room at the Hampton Inn under one of my phony credit cards, that will keep the investigators guessing." Debbie insisted. "They said you were a domestic terrorist and blackmailed rich people that you stole information from, and that you had a daughter named Beth that helped you with the capers." Debbie looked at me and smiled, "I don't know where they got the Beth thing from cause I don't have any children of my own, and they put way too much emphesis on the whole blackmailing thing." I looked kind of stunned at her and thought that I best try to bring up that conversation later.
We pulled into the Hampton Inn, checked in, parked the van, and brought our things upstairs to the second floor. The room was very boring with tan walls and dark green sheets similar to Debbie's old Buick. "Go take a quick shower and change Kim," she told me. "I gotta make a quick phone call to my contacts," she smirked. I brought my bag into the bathroom and checked my cellphone which had no new text messages or missed calls, which again proved to me that Dad didn't care that much about me. I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower for around ten minutes. After getting out I changed into a white tank top with a white bra and slipped on another pair of Poise panty diapers to give Debbie a thrill. Another pair of blue jeans slipped over my exposed diaper bottom and a quick round with the blow drier meant I was done with the bathroom.
I opened the door to find Debbie sitting at the edge of the bed watching tv. "You look cute," she said. I smiled. Not a second later a knock came on the door. Debbie quickly shot up and answered it. A very young and attractive maid with blonde hair walked into the room with her supply cart. She looked desperate for money as if she was in college too or perhaps had a young one at home. Debbie had also laid several hundred dollar bills by the nightstand. After a few minutes of Debbie chatting with the new maid about how long we were staying she tried to slip a few hundreds down her shirt.
"Hey, you can't just steal from us!" I yelled. She pushed me onto the bed and did the same to Debbie. "Looks like you two need to keep your mouths shut while I clean up a little." Debbie and I were quickly led by the unarmed maid to two chairs at the end of the room and were sat down in them. The maid pushed the chairs together and began to tie us up back to back with the chairs. I knew this was all Debbie's idea but I wasn't complaining as the maid began to kiss my crotch and feet.
More to Come...