1. Parveen Aziza escapes with Jack Grierson


    Date: 8/2/2024, Categories: Reluctance Author: jxa2012 

    ... and waited. When the video call was picked up, I craned my neck over his shoulder to see. It was a tanned woman with dark brown hair and eyes. She was in a restaurant.

“Amber, it’s Jack,” he said. “Where are you now?”

“A truck stop on I-65, just outside Nashville,” she said. “A quick lunch stop on a run to Schenectady, New York. Turbine parts.”

“I have a huge favor to ask, Amber. Feel free to refuse. I’m at the Air Cargo terminal at Rickenbacker Field, off I-270, south of Columbus.”

“I know where it is,” she said.

“Can we hitch a ride with you to Schenectady? I feel guilty asking, there’s danger involved, there’s some nasty guys after us. And I don’t have anything to pay you with.”

She didn’t hesitate.

“The world is full of nasty guys. And it’s only a few miles out of my way. Happy to do it.” She paused and smiled. “It will be good to see you, Jack. It’s been a while.”

“When can you be here?”

“I just had my coffee, should be rolling in a few. I’ll be there in just over five hours.”

“It’s almost four hundred miles,” he said, cracking a smile.

“I won’t stop. Or take my pedal off the metal.”

“I know how fast you drive.” He chuckled. “We’ll wait for you by the truck terminal, out on the open tarmac. We’ll be able to see anyone approaching from quite a way. You still driving that Peterbilt tractor?”

“With all the business you put my way, I traded it in for a new one. Blue with orange flames, pretty distinctive.”

“There are two of us, ...
    ... I’m with a young woman.”

“I would never have guessed,” she said, her tone sardonic.

He cut the line and scrolled through his phone for a moment. Then he pulled out his wallet and counted out his cash.

“Five hours,” he said. “I’ve got a few dollars. We’ll get a few hours of lie-down in a hotel. The Baymont is not far from here. Can you walk a mile or so in those high heels? Then another mile to the truck terminal?”

“Of course,” I said.

As he promised, the Baymont was just over a mile away. Jack checked us in as “Mr. and Mrs. Smith”. He paid cash up front, and the desk clerk did not ask for ID.

“You can have a shower and change, Parveen Aziza,” he said. “It will refresh you after that long uncomfortable flight.”

I unbuttoned my blouse, slowly, slowly to reveal my bra. Then I twirled as I unzipped my skirt, letting both fall to the carpet in the process. I pirouetted on my high heels in my stockings, bra, and panties, batting my eyes at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Sergei taught me to strip for him. He said all men are excited by strippers.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to strip for you. And I want you to come into the shower with me – like you did in Zurich.”

“I don’t think you realize what I am. I don’t love you, it’s just sex for me.”

“That’s okay, it’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve never been anything but a piece of property. My father owned me, then my husband, Hamal, then Sergei.”

“I’m no better than ...
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