Chapter 298: Thumbing A Lift

Like I had to beg to get a seat in the van they called.

The two small children the kidnappers held at knifepoint were more than happy to sit on my lap with the seat belt going over our laps. I hugged them close to me as we drove. Now both girls I had seen having sex, with the two boys they took up to the observation area, were squirming all over the place in their seats. I found out the drive would take hours to get to our destination. The two little kids started falling asleep, so when we stopped for a bathroom break, both little kids went in between two of the parents to sleep. I went back to my spot between the two squirmy girls.

I know exactly why you are squirming around, but I’m only going to touch you in places where there is no question that I’m not touching your small breasts or genitals.

I started with my arms around their shoulders. I knew the girls were going to try to get me to play with their bare, at least since the bathroom stop, breasts. That didn’t work as they expected. Both moved my arm off their shoulders to get my hand between their legs. Without making it visible to the adults, there was no way for them to get my hand on their pussies. I let my hands rest on their outside leg just below their knees. My thumb and fingers lightly stroking the smooth skin there had first one and then the other with their hand inside pants rubbing their pussies. One of the girls came so hard that she gripped my arm tightly as she enjoyed the waves of orgasmic pleasure rushing through her body. Unlike the other girl, the one who squeezed my arm kept her hand inside her pants. She came multiple times before finally slipping her hand from her pants to wipe her hand off on the side of the cloth van seat. After she cooled down a bit, she got very cuddly.

When we finally got to where the van stopped to let them out, the girls went off to talk to their parents. It wasn’t hard to miss hearing them ask if I could sleep, naked, with them. The girls made sure their parents knew they weren’t virgins, at least not after they went upstairs with those boys today. Since the two little kids couldn’t thank me the way the girls wanted too, their parents had to let them thank me for them.

Too bad that I have perfect hearing, plus I’m good at vanishing.

Like a ghost, with the help from my cell phone, I managed to slip away undetected and un-trackable. Anytime I got near a camera, be it video doorbell, security, ATM, or traffic, I saw the safe area where it would not detect me, or the camera would only show a blur of colors as I walked past it.

“Get the sunglasses from your backpack and power them up to make this much easier,” a message said that popped up on my phone.

Sure, why not?

Once I gave them power from my shield, I saw a lot of data overlaid, instantly, in front of me as I walked. There were red areas marked off that showed not only the cameras on ground level or telephone poles. It even showed ones to computers that happened to be at the right angle to see me. In a bold yellow, it marked alleys, doorways, storefronts, and even mass transit stairs that it highly suggested I avoid as well. It was spot on too. A block and a half away, two men with guns ran from inside a pair of yellow highlighted doors. Predicted paths showed new yellow areas to avoid.

Well, at least until someone dropped the men. Two shots, two kills.

The doors the men came out of were not yellow anymore, but the entire block quickly turned red. I could see the cell phones recording the activities. The red areas in front of them looked like flashlights. The red continued as people came out from behind me or looked out from the buildings around me. While the alley next to me was also yellow, it was the closest place way keep out of the camera.

Should I climb one of the fire escapes and jump from rooftop to rooftop. Would that cause me to draw unwanted attention?

The alleyway was one used for deliveries that ran for blocks. On the ground, I saw some chunks of concrete around the size of a golf ball. With the sunglasses showing me some orange areas, I picked up four of them just in case. As if I walked past a motion sensor, a guy walked out a door behind me and two more from a side alley.

“Crawl back under your rocks and wait for someone you have some chance of mugging. You don’t want to mess with me. It won’t go well,” I told the three as I kept walking.

The one behind me started to give me some distance when he saw me take something from my pocket. He couldn’t tell that it was two of the chunks of rock.

At least he seems to have enough brains to know that I could easily have pulled a gun.

I watched the other two ignore the memo. One pulled out a butterfly knife and made a big production about flipping it open to expose the blade. I let the thug do his show before throwing the first chunk of concrete right at his hand, the one holding the knife. I missed a bit. In the time it took to take aim and throw at him, his hand moved down slightly, so it hit where the bones of his forearm and wrist meet. I didn’t need the place in my head to know that the chunk, thrown at speeds better than professional baseball pitchers can throw, broke his arm and wrist.

That knife has a halfway decent type of steel to ring like that when it hit the ground.

A quick look behind me and the one that had started following me was now backing up toward the doorway he exited.

His fellow thug decided that he needed to escalate matters and pulled a gun. This time my aim was dead on. The gun went flying when the chunk of concrete slammed into the handgun and his knuckles. I kept on walking towards the two would-be muggers. After picking up the rocks, I had my shield make sure I didn’t leave any fingerprints as I disassembled his gun and removed the firing pin. I threw that into a pile of trash bags and dropped the rest at his feet.

“You son of a bitch, I’m going to kill you,” he yelled out menacingly.

I smiled as I walked past the thug, and said, “I broke his arm from eight meters away with a rock and then knocked the gun from your hand with another rock from six meters away. You can’t be dumb enough not to realize that I had to throw those so hard. What exactly do you think is going to happen to you if I punch you? I already warned you to crawl back under your rock. You have no backup, and your gun is in pieces.”

I kept walking, and the guy decided to grab his buddy’s knife in his non-shooting hand.

Time to let him think he is hot shit until he finds he is not.

As stealthy a flock of seagulls around a group of toddlers with bags popcorn and soup crackers, he came up behind me, put his arm around me, and was starting to try to slit my throat.

“Really?” I asked as I blocked his hand from being able to get the knife near my neck. “We are going to do this, then?”

Pressure points are so much fun.

Before the knife hit the ground, again, my firm grip on his forearm made him learn a lot about momentum and how the human body just can’t move without causing damage. The trivial, first-belt, basic level forward throw taught him a lot about how arms, elbows, and balls and sockets have a limited range of motion. I felt his arm bend back unnaturally at this elbow.

Did I dislocate his shoulder before his elbow broke, or did the slam into the pavement break his shoulder? Wait ... Why the fuck do I even care?

As he screamed out in pain, I couldn’t resist saying, in purposefully bad Asian accented English, “Pain is for the weak.”

I continued walking out the alley, crossing the street, and then returned to heading in the direction shown in my sunglasses.

My sunglasses were a big help when the various forms of police and military responded to the shooting a block over. Along my path, it marked places to stop and “window shop” so that the dashcams wouldn’t pick me up. I did risk a camera seeing me a bit when I heard someone barking orders followed by screams from people in pain. The two men who tried to mug me marched out of the alley by three soldiers carrying submachine guns. Both men screamed even louder when roughly thrown into the back of one of the military trucks. Two soldiers drove that vehicle away while two others went back into the alley. I resumed my walking as I heard the muggers’ scream fading as the truck bounced down the potholed road out of town.

I continued toward what the street signs appeared to indicate was a combination train station, bus depot, taxi stand, and rideshare hub. On the corner, the path on my sunglasses took me into an outdating looking phone repair and computer store. Inside they did have the latest tablets, phones, and computers on sale.

“How may I be of assistance,” the guy behind the counter asked after putting down the tablet he was using to play a game.

Not sure why I’m here, but what the hell.

Taking off my backpack, I pulled out the pieces of my broken laptop and put them on the counter.

I had this “I’m not pulling your leg” look on my face as I asked, “Can you glue this back together or something? Your sign said I break it, and you can fix it.”

The guy didn’t even bother to be gentle with the case or screen as he ripped off the covers. He pulled out what looked like the board inside a memory stick and then a hard drive from behind the monitor. Both went into something on the counter that hooked to a monitor. Using his tablet, he did a bunch of things before pulling everything back out of where he put them. When he did some more stuff on his tablet, he called into the back for someone to come up to the front to get a laptop to repair.

“You can repair that?” I asked.

Before the man could reply, a girl dressed in overalls and a nice dress shirt replied, “Not a chance in hell that I can breathe life back into that hunk of plastic, metal, and silicon. Come with me into the back, and not so you can try to screw me no matter how wet I got as soon as I looked you over, so we can get you into a replacement,”

Cheeky.

“Well, that is different. I’ve not heard that girl say that much after I interviewed her for the job. She is always very polite with what little she does say,” the man at the counter told me. “For the record, your god-like body has even me aroused, and I’m not into guys. Seriously. I lock the bathroom door and wait until the middle of the night to shower, so I don’t happen to see one of my brother’s dicks when they take a piss.”

The girl, Teri, was rather miffed that I hadn’t been right on her heels, so she grabbed my hand to pull me toward the back as she told the guy at the counter, “Not happening, Ralphie. If his penis enters someone’s mouth or pushed into someone’s ass, that mouth and ass will be mine. It isn’t like you would get it on with him anyway. Call Josephine and answer yes. You won’t need to spank your money ever again. Seriously. Use your eyes, man. See the three girls waiting for me to get Adonis into the back so they can beg you to fix their i-Fruits they dropped or beg for a discount on a new one? None of them are wearing any underwear. They picked dresses that would let you see their wets cunts with only the slightest bend at the waist. A woman with forty-eight Double-D sized breasts could slide a baby inside their unbuttoned tops and breastfeed without anyone noticing.”

She pulled me through the curtain to the back, and before the curtains stopped moving, the electronic chime for the door dinged. Ralph greeted the girls to ask how he could help them. We watched as one girl pulled out her phablet that didn’t have a problem until she dropped it to break the screen for a reason to come in. She dropped it again when pulling it from her purse. Ok. She dropped it to bend over, from the waist, not squatting down to get it. No missing the wet pussy hairs matted to the sides of her mound.

Another of the girls moved down also to try to pick up the tablet. She did squat down with her knees apart, and hips cocked forward to show her hard nubbin, very wet pink canoe, and give a good peek at the treasures she carried in her gash. Her slight lean forward showed me she was likely a thirty-four-B or thirty-six-A, depending on the bra manufacturer.

The third put one foot up on an end table to tie her shoe. She didn’t put her foot down once retied. Instead, her eyes stayed glued to the large bulge in the front of Ralph’s pants. Her fingers were doing their best to shine up her pink button.

“Ok. Maybe we can discuss sex once we get you your replacement laptop. Well, that is if your name is Darren. I got a call saying a walking orgasm named Darren would be arriving today to get a replacement laptop because someone destroyed his other one,” she told me.

We both heard giggles, so we turned back to look through the one-way security mirror behind the register. It seems the girl who was getting herself off, without seeming to know she was doing it, squirted. I can only guess she vocalized her impending orgasm since all eyes watched her spread man canyon fire out a few squirts about a foot from her body. Ralph had no chance to stop the girl who dropped her i-Fruit from unzipping, fishing his dick out, and sucking his above-average dick for the few seconds he took him to cum. She tucked him away just as quickly.

“Bitch. If I didn’t want to taste him so badly, I would have made you let him cum in your ass,” the girl told the one who had dropped down to the floor as she tried to catch her breath. “That was such a dumb thing to do. You better not ask for a discount on your phone case. I hope he isn’t mad about the mess you made on the floor. I need to get my i-Fruit fixed before my parents find out I dropped it again. Now I’m probably screwed, and not the way I wanted.”