Saving Maria


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A man on the run with a girl he has just saved

I didn't plan on leaving the country on the run.

I mean, it's not the kind of thing that most people have as a life's ambition.

But sometimes, you just don't have a choice in the matter. Not if you are going to be able to look at yourself in the mirror each morning.

I had just gotten off work and was heading home to my place just west of Cheyenne.

It was almost 90 degrees outside. Not unusual for an early fall day in this part of the state. I had my windows rolled down to let a breeze flow through the car until the AC had time to start blowing cold air.

I stopped for a red light at the corner of Lincolnway and US 30, cursing the long delay.

Then my day really went all to Hell.

I had just turned on the radio to find something worth listening to whenI caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I reached for the 9mm Browning that I was wearing in a cross draw holster.

Carjacking was becoming all too common, and I wasn't about to give up my nice new car without a fight.

As the gun came clear of the holster, I got a good look at what was coming my way.

A young woman in a torn t-shirt and cut off blue jeans.

She practically dove head first through the open passenger window. She slithered through the rest of the way, and down onto the floorboard. She was gasping and sobbing, and obviously scared out of her mind.

The light turned green up ahead, but only 3 or 4 cars made it through the intersection. I pulled up as far as possible.

Keeping my gun in my hand, I looked down at the girl huddled on the floor of my car. "You mind telling me who you are and why you're in my car?" I asked reasonably.

The girl gulped and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Please." she begged, "Get me away from here. They're going to kill me!"

Hell! That answered the most urgent of the questions. Most of the rest could wait.

"Who's trying to kill you?" I asked. But she was curling up tighter on the floorboard, trembling like a leaf.

The light changed again, and I started forward. A man came running up toward my car waving a small automatic. I waited to see if he was actually heading for my car.

He was.

When he started to point his gun at me, I raised the Browning and gave him a double tap. Two shots to the center of mass.

He staggered, but didn't go down, so I raised my sights just a bit and put two more rounds through his face.

The 124 grain Starfire hollowpoints performed as they were supposed to, and the man dropped with the back of his head gone.

I hadn't figured on how damn LOUD a 9mm handgun is when you fire it inside a car.

I couldn't hear shit.

I saw the way ahead of me clear, so I stepped on the gas and raced through the intersection. I looked in the mirror, but I couldn't see anyone obviously after me.

But that didn't mean squat.

I hit the magazine release button on the Browning and dumped the partial clip into my lap. I pulled a new magazine from the holder on my hip and slapped it into the butt. I put the safety on and holstered the gun. Then I took the partial clip and put it into the open slot in the magazine holder.

I looked down at the girl on the floor, she wasn't going to be any use at all until she calmed down a lot.

"Meantime, I had to figure that someone had got my license number and description back where I had shot the guy. I had to find someplace out of sight, and fast.

I headed for a friends place on the south side of town. I knew that he wouldn't talk to the cops even if they held his feet to a fire.

Damian opened the gate to his property and let me park under his carport.

"Thanks bro," I told him. "I think the fuzz is gonna be after my ass." He just nodded.

He leaned against the car and peered inside. "Who's the chick?"

I opened the door and got out. "Beats me. She crawled though my window up at Lincolnway and 30. All she said was that someone was going to kill her.Then some dude came running up and pointed a gun at me. I shot him twice in the chest from about 10 feet away. He didn't drop, so I gave him 2 in the head," I said

I moved to the trunk of the car and opened it. I dug out a box of ammo from the shooting bag that I kept in the trunk for my trips to the shooting range. I reloaded the partially spent magazine as I talked.

Damian shook his head. "Sounds like you really stepped in it this time," he said. "Know what I'd do now? I'd call Pete Davis and see what's going on from his end."

Pete Davis was a cop. A pretty cool one, who would at least listen to me before doing anything dumb...

I dug out my cell phone and dialed Pete's number.

Damian went inside to get a couple of tall glasses of iced tea. He didn't drink alcohol, but he always had plenty of tea...

Mike answered the phone. "Sergeant Davis."

"Hey Pete. How's it hanging?" "Call me back at my cell number in about 5 minutes," he said in a casual voice.

I shut off the phone. If he wanted me to call his cell phone, he didn't want the call going through the switchboard and being recorded. This could NOT be good news for me.

Damian was handing the girl a glass of tea, having coaxed her up from the floorboards and the seat.

He came around and handed me a glass.

"What's the news man?"

I took a big swallow of the tea. "Pete wants me to call him back on his cell phone in a few minutes. I have to figure that the cops know me and my car by now."

Damian dug in his pocket and tossed me a set of keys. "Take my Honda Civic," he said. "I'll arrange for your car to get stolen and seen driving around town with some known gang bangers. You call from near your work, say at a restaurant, and say that you just came out and your car was stolen."

I started transferring the vitals from the car to his, my gun bag, and my back-up gun from the glove box.

My briefcase I left inside, along with a box of cassettes. That way it would look like the car had indeed been stolen.

Damian and I took my Browning apart, and wiped every part down. We wiped the magazines cartridges to remove any of my prints from them.

Just to be safe, I replaced the barrel, extractor and firing pin, then pounded the old barrel etc. flat with a sledgehammer.

No one was going to be matching any slugs from that gun to the ones I had used to shoot the guy with.

The gun would stay with the car when it was taken by the gang bangers, further confusing things, I hoped.

I went over and opened the passenger door of my car.

"Listen up." I said to the girl. "If I'm going to keep on helping you, I need some answers.''

She looked up at me wide eyed.

"Let's start with your name." I asked.

"Maria Gonzales.'' she said.

"Why were you being chased?'' I asked

"Because They didn't want me to tell anyone that had seen them kill Jessie." Was the answer.

"Who are 'they'?" I asked.

"A couple of cops. I don't know their names." She replied.

Fucking wonderful.

I sighed, "OK, from the beginning. What happened?"

"Jessie and I were working over on The Greely Highway. These two guys stopped and went up to Jessie. They told her that she'd been holding out on her pimp. And they said Jessie could give them the money," she began,

Tears started running down Maria's cheeks.

"Jessie said she wasn't going to give any- thing to a couple of crooked cops," she took a gulp of her tea, and her eyes went unfocused as if she was seeing something far away.

"The bigger cop took out one of those clubs that fold up small, and he opened it and hit Jessie in the head. She screamed and he swung again, but she moved and the club hit her across the throat."

I winced at the thought. That would do it.

"Jessie grabbed her throat and tried to breathe. The man kicked her in the belly, and blood came out of her mouth. When she fell down, they saw me watching. "No witnesses' said the short cop, and they started chasing me."

Shit. No wonder the man hadn't gone down when I shot him in the chest, he had a vest on. Oh well, I had already figured that much.

But now I had blown the brains out of a cop. didn't matter that he was crooked. In Wyoming, that's automatic death penalty.

"Out of the car, We need to switch vehicles and get the hell out of here." I ordered.

Maria got out of the car and allowed me to lead her over to Damian's Honda Civic.

"Damian, I need you to get to my place and clean it out. Sell everything you can. I'll try to contact you for the money."

Damian had been listening to the whole thing. "From the descriptions, it sounds like Rosenthal and Alexander. Two of the meanest and crookedest pigs on the force."

I started his car up and headed out. I made a beeline for the closest branch of my bank. I pulled about 8 grand out of savings, and emptied my checking account.

I told the teller that I was going on my honeymoon in Mexico and needed some ready cash.

I stopped at another branch of another bank and pulled another 7 grand from my savings account, telling the teller there the same story about a honeymoon in Mexico.

Once last stop before we left town got me a pair of untraceable .45 automatics. I also got a couple of holsters and a dozen boxes of ammo.

I called Sergeant Davis on his cell number. "Pete, I ain't going be on long, so listen what my friend has to say. Then I'm moving to Mexico."

I handed the phone to Maria. "Tell him what happened." I ordered.

She told Pete what had happened, and answered a couple of simple questions. Then I hung up.

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