Chapter 156: Pursued

Why the heck is someone following me anyway? They have no way to prove I’m not me versus Mister Smith. Paula said there were plane receipts and traffic camera footage of us driving down here.

We stopped right before the interstate to get gas. The car really didn’t need it, but no one else knew that. While I was there I made the motions of checking the oil and washer fluid. Surprisingly, I needed washer fluid. I risked getting a gallon with bug and tar remover instead of the regular blue stuff. If the label on the bottle was correct the one I bought also had that invisible wiper solution added to it. That didn’t really matter too much since it was a dollar cheaper than the normal stuff.

Mom and dad would be proud seeing that I was buying the cheaper option even though money isn’t an issue.

I even went inside to pay and use the bathroom. To make sure they really believed I was me, and not Mr. Smith, I switched out my sunglasses for a pair of the light blocking goggles. I immediately had three security cam feeds of my car. I wanted a bit more information on them so I went back to the automotive supplies section. I added a bottle of oil and fuel injector cleaner that I knew I didn’t need.

Might as well look like I’m checking the gas, and filling the oil, to keep up appearances.

Molly decided that this place looked to have some pretty good cooked food, like taquitos and hot dogs so she decided we would be eating on the road. To keep it all warm she was also getting some insulated food bags, with built in heaters, that have cigarette lighter plugs to do their magic. While she was going through the various food choices, condiments and the like, I saw three cars marked on a map in my right lens. They were the cars that had been following me. On the security cams I saw a person in jeans and a hoodie go over to the trash cans near my car. They tried to make it look like they were digging in the trash for something. Another person then went around my car to search in the other trash cans.

They mustn’t know there is a security camera on the building across the street or they would have never gotten down to stick something in each wheel well and one under the driver’s side of the car.

I sent Paula an encrypted message, “Someone from one of the cars stuck things in the wheel wells and one under the car. Not sure what they are and don’t want to look since it would give away that I saw them.”

“Excellent,” Paula replied a few minutes later. “I’m tracking each device using the high-tech radio gear built into the car for situations like these. Stay in the store until I tell you it is clear. I’m going to jam two of the signals and make the others spotty to see how they react.”

Whatever she did caused an immediate reaction. Another car I hadn’t seen pulled up to pump so they were pretty much blocking the gas station security cameras view of my car. On the feed from the building across the street I saw someone with baggy clothes and a hat get out of the passenger side that appeared to be checking air pressure in the tires while the other person pumped gas really slowly.

Well if the curses the man at the counter is saying in Hindi about them are correct...

On the security camera I saw that the person checking tire pressure accidentally dropped the valve stem cap to the tire they had been checking and it magically rolled under my car. I clearly saw them walking around looking under my car for the cap with a flashlight before they removed one of the devices. They put a new one under the inside of the back bumper and added another one way up under the car somewhere. The person doing the gas came over with another flashlight looking for the cap as well, but really they were using some sort of hand-held device they moved near each of the things they put under my car.

Paula messaged me to go ahead, pay and head out to the car. The people had evidently used five different types of trackers to be sure they were going to always get a good signal. My goggles showed me right where their valve stem cap was as we headed out to the car. Molly was aware that something was amiss, but didn’t show any signs of it as she quietly walked to the car, put the warmer bags in the back seat, plugged in a three port cigarette lighter socket splitter and connected up the bags. I put the rest of the stuff on the back seat behind mine.

“Crap. Is my car leaking another random fluid from somewhere? I swear if I hadn’t wanted a car so badly I would have saved up longer to get a car that wasn’t a money pit,” I told the original person who was still pretending to be looking for the valve stem cap. “I hope it isn’t the oil again. It burns enough as it is.”

I guess I could have pulled the car forward to make this easier on them, but why would I after they bugged my car?

Turns out the person looking under the car was a woman, maybe. She acted like she could be as old as twenty-one or two, but it seemed as if she was closer to eighteen. She told me how she dropped the cap for the valve stem and it had rolled under my car.

“Why don’t you just go buy one inside for a buck or two,” I asked her.

We both know that she was lying when she said it had to be this one as it matched the others or she would get in deep shit. Once I put in the fuel injector cleaner I asked if I could borrow her flashlight. Acting like I actually looked under my car multiple times a day I got down to help her look.

“I can probably find it faster than you can since I always check under my car when I stop somewhere to check for fluids, nuts, bolts and other parts. While I don’t have a photographic memory, I’m pretty good about being able to know what was there when I stopped and what is there now,” I told her as I got down to help her look.

Is that a look of fear on your face? Do you think I will find your bugs or trackers? If you hadn’t removed the one right under my door I might have found it because it was way too obvious.

I looked all around where she said she saw it roll before using the flashlight to point toward where it really was sitting under my car. It happened to be somewhat closer to my side so I handed her the flashlight and went around the car to try to reach it. As I looked under the car from my side I saw there were a few places that would catch on her clothes and end up with her being trapped under the car unless someone helped her. I used the place in my head to see that all she was wearing under her clothes was a tank top and a thong.

I wonder how far she is willing to keep her cover by continuing her lie? Might as well bump the cap toward her to see what she does.

I made sure I nudged it to where the parts on the car would snag her baggy clothes when she went under.

“Dang it,” I hissed. “Almost had it. You should be able to reach it from your side now,” I told her as I started to get out from under the car. “Be careful, the exhaust pipe hangers are near there somewhere under that side of the car.”

As I expected she moved under the part I saw sticking down. It tore through her shirt and tank without her even noticing it. While the front part of it was mostly rounded off, it had ragged edges that made it look a bit like the barbs on a fish hook. When she managed to reach the cap, I saw a different piece of metal sticking down that I hadn’t see earlier when I was looking under the car from her side. This thin piece of rusted metal had been hitting the ground at some point because the edges looked razor sharp, and a bit shiny. If she pushed her butt up any it was going to cut through her pants, and possibly her.

When she felt her shirt and tank were caught on something under the car, she inch wormed her way forward to try to get her shirt loose.

It didn’t even make a sound as the metal cut right through the waist of her baggy pants. She didn’t even seem to notice.

The piece of metal had already sliced through the top two inches of her pants before she felt it poke into her butt. Her moving another three inches forward had cut her pants open down below her butt crack. I saw her face as we both heard the piece of metal ripping them to shreds as she turned around so she could come out head first. Her twisting bent the piece of metal down to where it was pushing against her skin. When she tried to slide around it caught her thong. She got a big wedgie until the thin pieces of fabric were sliced into pieces.

“I hate that muffler hook. Don’t move. Something just tore your pants all the way down the back and then across your right butt cheek. If you move wrong it might slice you open,” I told her doing my best to sound really concerned. “You really got your shirt twisted up around something under there too. Just stay still. I have to get something from the trunk and carefully get my friend out of the car so it will lift up some to help me get you out.”

Odd. The other person in the car you came in isn’t doing anything to help you. Very suspicious.

Carefully I opened Molly’s door and told her I was going to lift her out to let her weight off that side of the car. Her arm was around my neck and my hands under her legs. I got her standing before I went to the trunk to get a few towels.

Oh, I’m not about to get anything that will wrap around you. This will put something between you and the pavement as I slid off your torn jeans and thong before sliding your shirt and tank off too.

I did feel a bit guilty so I got a blanket for when she managed to get out from under the car. I would only give it to her after I got a good look at her naked body.

“The only way I can see to get that piece of metal away from your body is to pull your pants over what has been cutting them open to get them free. As much as it will embarrass me to do it, I will have to probably take your pants all the way off to keep them from getting caught again. Before we do that, I have a towel to go under you so you won’t get any gunk and gravel pushed into your skin. I promise to try to do this quickly. I have a blanket you can wrap around you when we get you out,” I told her. “You are going to need it if I can’t get your shirt free with you still wearing it. You will definitely have to be naked for a few minutes as I try to get your clothes loose. I can call the fire department instead if you don’t want me to see you naked.”

I watched the energy in her body to see how she reacted as I waited for her response. At first, she reached back to try to see if I was lying about the piece of metal in her baggy pants. Cutting her finger on the piece of metal caused a lot of energy to get activated in her body. She tried to free her shirt with both hands only to find it was really stuck. When I offered to call 911 she quickly responded.

“Please don’t call anyone. This is too embarrassing,” she said quickly. “Try to be as quick as you can. You getting a little peek at my naked body is much better than everyone in town. The news crews will show up long before the police or fire department.”

I helped her move so the hook tore down through the right side of her pants through the seam on the outside of her right leg. With her staying down flat, and a bit out of the way, I used some metal cutting scissors to cut the sharp metal piece off as close to the car as I could. A few hits with a hammer moved what was left up out of the way.

She lifted and twisted a bit as I worked a towel up under her so she could scoot out on top of it instead of the concrete. She managed to get out far enough that she told me she was ready for me to pull her pants free. Lifting her hips up slightly was all it took for me to soon have her stripped naked from the waist down. She tried again to free her shirt and ended up getting it twisted up even more.

No way can you get loose of it the way you twisted and hooked your clothes on it.

I enjoyed looking at her pussy and ass until she finally gave up trying.

I told her, “It is going to have to come off. There just isn’t enough room get to it otherwise. If you keep like you are going it could actually poke back into you. I would feel shitty if you moved wrong and it cut your spinal cord or somewhere that you bleed so much that you died before anyone could help you. Are you sure you don’t want me to call the fire department?”

“Honestly I don’t have much in the way of breasts and you are already seeing my butt and vulva, so might as well get this over with. How do we get me out from under here,” she asked.

I don’t have a clue, but I’m going to enjoy every minute of what I come up with.

Wanting to tweak whoever she was, I told the place in my head to figure out which energies I could push into her through my fingers to cause her to feel very safe, comfortable and, well, horny because she liked me touching her. I specifically didn’t want to force her to get horny, I wanted her to do that herself.

Maybe if she believes I really am me and not Mr. Smith she can convince the people with her they made a mistake. Mr. Smith wasn’t anywhere around here.

I moved over her so I was straddling her legs with only the inside of my bare knees touching her. As soon as they made contact I felt lots of different energies getting converted by my shield and being pushed into her. She worked most of the towel up underneath her stomach so she started to inch herself out. To keep the metal piece from touching her skin she was pushing her butt up for her to arch her back. With it still somewhat under the car my fingers on top of her butt to have them between her and the car. I would push her butt down when she got it too high until she finally got out from under the car. As she scooted out underneath me I kept my post to guide her out while I pretended it was to keep her from hitting what was left of the sharp piece of metal that tore through her jeans. My fingers floated lightly over her skin until she was where I saw the sides of her small breasts. The problem now was that her shirt and tank had gotten twisted enough that she asked me to help get her free. Specifically, she wanted me to help push her clothes up while she tried to move back.

She really should have gotten her own arms out first to make this easier. Wait a second. Does she want me touching her now? Did the place in my head really make it work like I wanted?

The second time her sensitive nipples rubbed on the bare concrete she asked me to put my hands over them to protect them. Her nipples turned rock hard against my fingers. While she was loose enough to be able to slide out quickly she squirmed out slowly as her nipples rubbed over my fingers. I took the hint and rubbed her nipples between my fingers as I gently rubbed her breasts. She was completely out from under the car when I realized that the gas station had not only closed, but the only light around us came from few security lights inside the store and some street lights down the street. The oddest thing was I found the car she had ridden in had left at some point. As soon as the blanket was around her she looked for the car that she had come here in. When she found they weren’t there she dropped to the ground, pulled my hands back to her breasts and pulled the blanket so it was wrapped mostly around me too. Not much later she reached up to pull my right hand down to her pussy.

Don’t need a guide to know what she wants.

She took nearly ten minutes of my rubbing her pussy juice-soaked clit before she pushed back against me to shudder. When she came back down from space she realized she was naked with the person she was tracking holding her tit and his hand on her pussy. The people who sent her here had abandoned her like a piece of trash they threw out the window.

When I looked at the map in my goggles I saw that the cars that had been following us had now moved four to five blocks away. I looked only for the energy from the devices and used that to track them back to their cars as well as to some antennas around the area on cell phone towers.

Faking a cry she told us how now she was left on her own with no way home. To boot, she was naked with her pants shredded. There was no way she could flag down someone to get a ride and not look like a police sting somehow. Even though I knew she was faking she told us that she couldn’t let us take her home, but not why.

She hadn’t noticed Molly beside us so she jumped when Molly dropped a pair of sweatpants, a thin oversized t-shirt and some panties on top of her legs. It must have made her curious because she checked the size of the panties and then the sweat pants. She was bigger than Molly though.

“You are so sweet. I may look like I’m a size three, but my hips are wider than they look,” she told Molly.

Molly wasn’t having it. She picked them up and held them up for the woman to take.

I softly told the woman, “She doesn’t say much, but I have to agree with her on this. They will fit you like a glove and be a lot more comfortable than the thong you were wearing. Can you just give them a try?”

I couldn’t see her face, but she threw open the blanket, took the panties and pulled them up.

I watched over her shoulder as she rubbed over them everywhere before tugging on them to see if they had any stretch left. They did.

“Funny thing about those. They are from an underwear clearance shop in an outlet mall near where we live. I don’t know where you shop, but these are definitely the right fit for you and you are a size three in panties provided they actually make them to the correct standards,” I told her.

Once she was dressed I got the blanket and towels back into the trunk of the car. I slid under the car to retrieve her sweatshirt and tank top. Both were nasty from rubbing up against the underside of the car. Without even asking her I cleaned out the pockets of her pants before I put them into the bag with her shirts. The thong I threw away.

Yeah I see the in-ear earpiece and keys. No ID or anything else, not even a cell phone. Not strange at all. Must all be in her purse in the car that abandoned her, right? What girl over twelve doesn’t have a cell phone.

She pocketed her things without a second thought.

“We don’t know the area very well here. Since the gas station closed, is there somewhere we can take you around here where you can wait safely for someone to come pick you up? The sweats may hide your hot body, but that still doesn’t mean I want you walking around here in the dark by yourself. A twenty-four-hour Bal-Mart or an Awful Waffle should be safe,” I asked.