Detour Paris: Complete Series (Detour Paris Series Book 4)

by Dancer, Jack

  When Tanya comes within reach, Rakim pushes the old woman to the floor like discarding trash and grabs Tanya by the hair, laying the pistol to her head.

  "I do not care for you, you little bitch. Nor do I care for your Mama. I am here for Tucker Blue."

  "Tucker Blue? Who is Tucker Blue, Señor?" Tanya pleads, and Rakim slaps her across the head with the pistol causing her legs to buckle and nearly drop out of his grip. He grabs her by the throat squeezing off her air until she's writhing like a snake, and he can no longer hold her and lets her drop to the floor, choking and coughing and gasping for air.

  "You bastard," screams Madame lurching for Rakim's legs, but he sidesteps her and delivers a hard kick to the woman's stomach knocking the air out of her.

  Tanya screams, "Mama," and throws herself on the Madame protectively. Rakim leans down and grabbing Tanya by the hair, he pulls her to her feet and puts the muzzle of the pistol against her temple and says to Madame, "I know that Tucker Blue lives in the next door apartment, and I know that you have the key. If you want your daughter to see school again old women, then get that key and open the apartment. Do it now. I have no time to spare for you."

  Madame struggles to her feet and walks over to a small, elegant reception desk retrieving a key from the drawer. "Follow me," she says and leads the way through a connecting door and into an underground passageway until they come to another door for number 24 1/2. She opens the door and walks through with Rakim following, pushing Tanya ahead of him. Once inside, he shoves Tanya to the floor and closes the door behind him quickly throwing the dead bolt. "There is no one here?" he asks.

  "No," Madame answers.

  "Where is Tucker Blue?"

  "I do not know where Señor Blue is," Madame answers glancing toward the ceiling.

  When Rakim's eyes follow hers and sees the spray nozzle pointed at him he is just about to open his mouth and ask about it when a stream of gas shoots out hitting him square in the face.

  "Arrgh!" he screams covering his face with his hands then quickly turning and tearing off his wraparounds, he fires the pistol into the ceiling then shoves it into Madame's face just as she's about to tackle him, stopping her cold.

  "Stop! You fucking bitch! Stop! Or I'll kill you where you stand," he screams.

  Madame stops cold and drops to her knees begging Rakim, "Please Señor, do not shoot me, please. I was only coming to your assistance, Señor. I thought you were hurt. This apartment is full of so many things . . . I never come in here, Señor. It is too dangerous."

  "Shut up, woman," Rakim says wiping his face with a handkerchief. "If it hadn't been for these wraparounds, I might have been blinded, you bitch."

  "I didn't know, Señor. I am sorry. I didn't know."

  "What do you mean you didn't know? You were looking up at the nozzle. You knew!" he yells.

  "I was wondering what the nozzle was, Señor. I did not know. I never come into this apartment, Señor. It is too dangerous," Madame pleads.

  He turns to Tanya and orders, "Get me a wet washcloth girl and hurry yourself. Do nothing else or I will kill your Mama. Now!" And Tanya runs to the nearest bathroom and quickly returns.

  "Lie down on the floor, both of you," he says waving the pistol then proceeds to wipe his face. "God, this is disgusting. I should kill you both for this."

  "Please Señor. Please do not kill us," the two women plead.

  "Get up and walk into the bedroom," Rakim says waving the pistol at them and pushing them to the master bedroom making them sit in the two large armchairs. He removes a pair of handcuffs from a leather pouch attached to the backside of his belt and locks one of Madame’s wrists to the arm of the chair. He then rummages through the bedside nightstand and comes up with another pair of handcuffs.

  "Well, well, it appears Señor Tucker is very much into some disturbing playtime, no?" he says laughing and holding up the handcuffs for the women to see. He goes to Tanya and handcuffs her to the chair and drops the key into the pocket of his trousers.

  "Sit and do not speak a word between you," he orders and leaves the room to inspect the remaining apartment. He's gone for some time and returns with a stun gun that he tosses onto the bed.

  "Quite a setup here," he says, "looks like there're enough weapons in this place to write you up for gun-running. And enough disgusting sex toys that I can easily add charges for deviant behavior, not to mention influencing a minor." He turns to Madame, "Woman, you will surely lose custody of your daughter, and she will go to a foster home."

  "Oh, Señor," Madame cries, "please do not take my little girl. She is all that I have."

  Tanya picks up on Madame's act and bursts into tears, "No, Señor. Please do not take me away. I will do anything for you, Señor, just, please do not hurt my Mama or take me away," only putting all sorts of ideas into Rakim's head.

  "Anything, huh?" Rakim says.

  "Yes, Señor. Just say it and I will do it. Only please don't hurt my Mama," Tanya cries and when Rakim turns away to think it over, Tanya glances toward Madame and gives her a wink.

  "Okay," Rakim says turning to Tanya. "I have something you can take care of while we're waiting for Señor Tucker," unzipping and presenting himself. "See what you can do with this."

  Tanya looks at it with eyes wide. "No Señor, not that! I didn't mean that! I don't know what to do with that. I have never seen such a . . . oh my! What is it I am to do?" Whereupon Rakim places one hand on the back of the girl's head and with the other, rubs himself against her closed mouth.

  "Take it in your mouth girl. Has your mother not taught you anything? Or, would you rather she show you how to do it first?"

  "No, Señor. I can do it." And she opens her mouth and allows Rakim in. He pulls her head to him using her like a Fireman's Pump.

  "That's a good girl, just keep it up," he says, his temperature and his tempo increasing. He takes her head in both hands and jams himself into her as far as physiology will allow. She gags and tears stream down her flushed face, but Rakim keeps pushing like he's trying to kill her. When he finally does erupt, she does too, spewing everything from her stomach at him like a fire hydrant uncapped.

  "Shit!" he screams and jumps back so quickly that he slips and nearly falls in the vomit.

  Tanya is bent forward, racked with coughing and spitting. Madame screams at Rakim, "That is not how you win a girl's heart you idiot!"

  A click from door tumblers cuts through the melee like a crack of a whip pinning everyone in place. Rakim grabs the pistol and the stun gun from the bed and shushes the two women with the threatening pistol. Everyone's as quiet as church mice and as still as dead ones.

  When the door opens two harried voices come through, along with their owners.

  "Just drop that stuff and take your overnight bag back to the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute. I've gotta make a restroom stop," Tucker says.

  Nanette drags her weary self back to the bedroom - it's been a long and trying day. When she pushes the door open and sees the woman and a girl sitting in chairs, she freezes. And if that wasn't surprising enough, she nearly loses her bladder when the hard barrel of a pistol pushes against her and a man's voice whispers, "One peep, and you're dead, Julia."

  Rakim tells her to go lie on the bed while he shuts the door behind her. When Tucker finishes his business, he opens the floor safe and drops the money bag in then makes his way to the bedroom. Seeing the door closed, he assumes Nanette wants privacy. He knocks lightly, and Rakim nods for her to answer.

  "Come in, Tucker," she says.

  The door opens on a fully clothed Nanette stretched out on the bed. He feels bad that he's going to tell her she's to sleep in the adjoining bedroom, but he must. And just as he's about to say something he pushes the door wider, revealing two more people oddly sitting in the room's two upholstered chairs.

  "What the . . ." is all he gets out before the terrible jolt bites into his neck and throws him to the floor where his entire body folds into a cramp and begins jerking and sha
king like it belonged to someone else. The single thought running through his mind is, 220 volts?

  As he slowly settles into a more permanent, paralytic state, a face appears overhead, hovering. It's Rakim. His mouth is moving, but nothing's coming out. Then, ZAP! Another terrible jolt but this time into his chest, knocking the breath out of him and he's jerking and writhing uncontrollably across the bedroom floor. The third time the vicious punch comes, he blacks out, but funny enough, he can still feel himself violently flopping across the floor like an animal in its death throes.

  "Stop you idiot, you're killing him!" seeps through the thick cotton that must be stuffed into his ears. Surely it began as a scream, but it's all muffled now, nearly incoherent.

  "Shut up slut. I'm just giving back to him what he gave to me."

  Nanette launches off the bed at Rakim, but he stops her dead in her tracks when he raises the pistol and cocks the hammer pushing the barrel into her face. "Lay down," he orders.

  He takes a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table and locks one of Nanette's wrists to the wrought-iron headboard then walks back around the bed giving Tucker a swift kick along the way and attaches Nanette's other wrist. On his return trip, he hits Tucker again with the stun gun and while Tucker is seizing like an epileptic, Rakim flips him over onto his stomach, drops his knee into the man's back and handcuffs him.

  He looks around the room at his captive audience and admires his work. "Now we shall have some merriment."

  He sets his eyes on Tanya. "Little one, I've got just the thing for you," he says and walks out of the room returning moments later with a step stool, and a short rope with a hook attached to one end. He places the step stool at the foot of the closet door then, takes his time to fashion the other end of the rope into a noose. Satisfied with his work, he approaches Tanya and slips the noose over her head, tightening it around her neck. He retrieves the key from his pocket and frees her from the handcuffs then re-cuffs both wrists in front of her.

  "Come with me little one, we're going to play a game," he says leading her to the step stool. “Stand up here so your Mama can watch,” he says and when she does he tosses the hooked end of the rope over the door and attaches it underneath the door and adjusts it taunt.

  "Are you going to hang me, Señor? Are you going to hang me on this door so my Mama can watch me die?" Tanya asks pitiably and Madame screams, "No! Please, Señor, do not hang my little girl. I beg you."

  Rakim looks down at Tucker, who is still lying on the floor; his head raised and appearing only now becoming aware of the unfolding events.

  "Señor Blue, do you think the script you possess is worth this daughter's life?" Rakim asks him.

  Daughter? Is that what he heard?

  "No, it's not. Let the girl go and I'll give you the ticket. Just let her down and leave and you can have the money."

  "Well, that was too easy," Rakim says pondering Tucker's response for a hint of trickery. "I will accept your offer, but first I think I will hang this girl, and we will talk again when it is Señora Julia's turn. She will be next."

  "No Señor," wails Madame, "I beg you, please let my little daughter go. She is innocent. She is but a virgin."

  "No one is innocent old crone, and be glad that it is not your neck in this noose. Another word and you'll follow Julia Libica," he says nodding at Nanette.

  "Señor, if I must die, please grant me a second wish before I go. Can you do that, Señor?" cries Tanya.

  "That depends little one . . . your second wish? What was your first?" a confused Rakim asks.

  "My first, you've already granted. It was to have you in my mouth. I have always wanted to taste a man, but I was too young. I knew I had to wait. You gave me that, and I thank you," she says with enough conviction even Rakim believed her. He visibly puffs like a rooster.

  Men! They are such fools, Madame thinks.

  "And your second dying wish little one?" Rakim asks.

  "My wish is for you to grant me the same favor, that I shall feel the touch of a man's tongue."

  He puffs even more at this girl's odd request. How could he possibly refuse such a last wish from a dying girl? He could see that she wanted him and wanted him enough that he'd be her first lover, and her last.

  And the taste of a virgin, Santa mare de déu! I thought none were left, and now one's begging for me! Maybe I'll taste her and then take her, afterward. It is only right and proper that I should do the dying girl such a little favor after my tongue works its magic.

  Even a better idea! I'll kick the stool out from under her just at the moment of orgasm! She'll have a send off she'll never forget! I read somewhere an American actor killed himself while choking himself masturbating. Angel Lust they called it.

  "Okay, my little one. I will grant you, your wish and these people will witness that I am a man of compassion," he says removing a switchblade knife from his pocket and shredding the baby-doll outfit from the girl. As the last tatters fall to the floor, he takes a step back to admire his work and is nearly knocked over by the stunning beauty of the young girl's naked form.

  He can barely contain himself. He turns to Madame and says, "Watch this Mama. Your little daughter is about to become a woman." And with that he leaps at Tanya onto his knees and buries his face between the girl's thighs like a starving animal.

  Tanya screams a wail of pleasure while giving Madame a conspiratorial smile. Even Nanette can't help smiling at the girl's manipulation. To what end, she has no idea, but she's sure the girl has something up her sleeve, even without a thread covering her. After all, what are a woman's powers but her body and her cunning?

  Tanya's mouth begins silently counting: One, two, three ... She moans, "Oh, Señor, your tongue is like a magic carpet ride! Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two . . .

  Rakim pulls away licking his lips, perplexed by the familiar taste. Then it dawns on him, "My God, little one you taste exactly like Big Red! My favorite chewing gum in the world!" Then he dives back in.

  Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight . . . Tanya starts up with a whole new series of wails of pleasure all the while throwing smiles to Madame as if she was the happiest girl in the world.

  Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty . . . And Rakim's still at it like a prisoner at a Sunday picnic. Tanya's smile drops like a bear market and worry crosses her face when . . . THUD! Rakim drops to the floor, his tongue lolling like a dead dog.

  "What?" Madame screams. "You killed him little one!"

  But, when Rakim dropped, he also somehow managed to knock the stool out from under Tanya, leaving the poor girl flopping against the door like a landed mackerel. Tucker hurries to knee-walk across the floor to Tanya and pushes his face into her crotch to help lift her up and relieve the tension from the noose. He didn't mean to use this particular approach except to save the girl, and as he's kneeling under her, straining to keep her lifted, he knows this doesn't look good for him.

  Couldn't I have done this some other way? He thinks to himself.

  In the position, he now finds himself, and honestly it's the only position that ensures she's not strangling and that her weight doesn't break his own neck. Her legs are wrapped around his head and draped over his shoulders and, not by design or forethought mind you, but his mouth is pressing directly against her . . .well . . . damn!

  So, that's what that crazy Rakim was talking about. Cinnamon! It does taste like Big Red. I love that chewing gum. Well, I'll be. Whoa. I think I'm feeling a bit . . . CONK.

  "Tucker, Tucker!" yells Nanette. No answer. Tucker's out. He hasn't fallen over, but he's slumped and Tanya's doing all she can to stay balanced on his now limp form.

  "Tanya, Tanya, are you all right my little one?" hollers out Madame. "Hold on my hummingbird. I'm coming to get you." Madame rocks back and forth in the chair until it falls over sideways, and she goes down with a yelp and a thud. Wiggling and kicking for all she's worth she can't seem to get anywhere. The chair is simply too big and heavy.

  "Tanya, hold on honey. St
ay on Tucker. Do not let Tucker fall-out from under you honey," Nanette says to the girl all the while squirming hopelessly across the bed.

  "It's okay. I think I can do this," Tanya says as she digs her heels into Tucker trying to position herself for maximum leverage. Tucker begins to slump away, but she catches him with a foot and pulls him closer into the door until she gets both of her feet set on his shoulders. She closes her eyes and counting silently to herself and on the count of three she springs off, pushing Tucker's dead weight to the floor, and herself into a reverse somersault that flips her over the top of the closet door, dropping, not so elegantly, to the floor on the other side.

  It was an Olympian feat of gymnastics worthy of a solid eight-point-five (a nine had the dismount been a little more controlled). To the three judges who witnessed the feat (including Tucker's absentee vote) it was a unanimous ten.

  "My God! How did you do that?" screamed an excited Nanette, who looked like she'd just witnessed a biblical miracle.

  "I was a gymnast in Romania as a child."

  "Oh, my sweet hummingbird! You are saved!" yells out Madame who is lying in an impossible position with her face pressed to the floor under the heavy upholstered chair. "Now, please come rescue your Mama."

  Kicking Rakim's dead form to make sure he's out; Tanya retrieves the key from his pocket and frees Madame and Nanette and the prostrate Tucker. Before she approaches Rakim with handcuffs though, she enlists Nanette and Madame to help her flip him over onto his stomach. The two women sit on him, one holding his hands behind his back and the other his ankles while Tanya clamps on handcuffs and leg shackles. Madame then picks up the stun gun and gives him a shot to the neck and rides his jerking body like a rodeo cowboy while the other two roll across the floor laughing like fools.

  ***

  "So, they're just asleep? How?" Nanette asks.

  "Oh, Tanya. You did not," says Madame.

  "I am sorry Madame. I just wanted you to have a night of rest," she replies.

  "She didn't what?" Nanette asks.