Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... It's not your fault this has gone pear shaped. We are hoping that we get good news today."

"Don't hold your breath." I said enjoying the wonderful flavors of the turkey sandwich. "You are a great cook. Is it your profession?"

"No, not really. I did work in the kitchen at the hospital. I got laid off, which is part of the reason for our mess."

"Surely there must be other jobs, chefs are always in high demand."

"I have no qualifications. I'm not trained. I do it because I love it."

"Do you have another job?"

She shook her head, but there was a tenseness about her. "Not at the moment. This happened, and we stupidly put all our eggs in this god damned basket."

"I'm not trying to start anything okay, but... Grant won't pay, the only way you will get any money is from Esme, and Howard. I know them, and we are close. I think my relationship with them is better than they have with Grant."

"You said that already, and we tried, I don't know Sasha, all we can do is hope they pay."

She gave me a hug, before walking out. I'm not sure who was consoling who. It was getting tougher. My wrists hurt, my back hurt from sleeping on funny angles.

Later that night, for the first time I heard a car pull up. The room I was in, clearly sat at the back of the house. If it was Jeremy, he had parked in a different spot. I heard the floorboards in the hallway creak. He walked past my room, obviously going directly to the Kitchen.

The voices were raised, not arguing, but ...

... there was anxiety and frustration in the way they spoke to each other.

The smell of cigarette smoke wafting in through the open window indicated, Jeremy was out side.

"So what happens now then?" Daisy said, obviously following him outside.

"I'm fucked if I know. They said they'd pay and were getting the money, but it'd take time. The Howard guy wanted to talk to her again, but I said no. Then I heard other voices in the back ground. I think either they've been to the cops, or the cops went to therm. Either way, I reckon they're just fucking with us."

"They're not going to pay are they?" Daisy sighed.

"I don't fucking know." Jeremy yelled. I heard him kicking something in anger. "Jesus Christ Daisy. I'm fucking trying here, yah know."

"I know, I'm just scared. Should we get Sasha to talk to them again? That seemed to work."

"Yeah, I suppose. Tomorrow I don't have to work, so we could drive into the city. Use a couple of different pay phones."

"Yes, she will help Jeremy. She's as scared as we are."

Daisy brought my dinner in later than usual. "Tomorrow, we want you to talk to your in-laws. Will you do that?"

"Yes, of course I will. Have the police got to them?"

"Yeah, we think so. When my brother talked to them earlier, he got the feeling they were stalling. He heard voices in the background."

She let me eat for a while, then asked. "How long do you think it would take for them to raise five hundred thousand?"

"About an hour if they were ...