Book Excerpt for Hunted

Hunted by Argus

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Hunted
(Argus)

ÿþ<html xmlns:v="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" xmlns:o="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" xmlns:w="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:word" xmlns:m="http://schemas.microsoft.com/office/2004/12/omml" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"> <head> <meta http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=unicode"> <meta name=ProgId content=Word.Document> <meta name=Generator content="Microsoft Word 15"> <meta name=Originator content="Microsoft Word 15"> <link rel=File-List href="Hunted-extract_files/filelist.xml"> <title>Hunted</title>  <link rel=themeData href="Hunted-extract_files/themedata.thmx"> <link rel=colorSchemeMapping href="Hunted-extract_files/colorschememapping.xml">  <style>  </style>  </head> <body lang=EN-GB link=blue vlink="#96607D" style='tab-interval:35.4pt; word-wrap:break-word'> <div class=WordSection1> <o:p> </o:p> There was a hard, steady rain falling on the city the night Dick Philcome came tumbling down to the pavement from the thirty first floor of a ritzy downtown apartment building. That was handy, because Dick's body exploded like a watermelon, and the rain helped wash his blood, and a lot of Phil, into the gutter and down the drain.<o:p></o:p> Except for what pooled in the hollow depression his body made in the pavement, of course.<o:p></o:p> In due time the paramedics arrived, though why anyone had bothered to call them was beyond her. There wasn't a trauma center in the world that could have helped old Dick. Not all the King's horses and all the King's men... etc, etc.<o:p></o:p> The cops showed up as well, looked around, went upstairs, marvelled at how sumptuous the penthouse he'd jumped from was, tried to figure out how and why he'd been there, hung around for a couple of hours to make things look good, then took off. The verdict: Suicide.<o:p></o:p> The cops in this city liked to make things easy on themselves. They'd once ruled a guy had killed himself by shooting himself in the back three times. It was one way of closing cases. It wasn't hers, though. She was a cop too, sort of.<o:p></o:p> Her name was Lucy Angela Pepperdine, and she was a private eye. She'd stopped going by the name Lucy when she'd turned twelve and started sprouting what were eventually to become a pair of thirty eight D breasts. She didn't like the nickname the guys had given her; Juicy Lucy. She switched to her second name, and after a couple of years they stopped calling her Juicy, or Juice, and started calling her... Angel.<o:p></o:p> Angel wasn't as bad as Juice but wasn't a hell of a lot of improvement either, as far as she was concerned. So she switched to her last name; Pepperdine, which naturally got abbreviated to Pepper, which was a great name, except some people pretended to sneeze and thought that was funny.<o:p></o:p> Still, Pepper was all she had left and as long as she kept correcting people, most didn't change it into other things, unless they were pissed at her, anyway. People got pissed at her a lot, of course, then they called her cunt or slut, or sometimes whore or bitch.<o:p></o:p> She, of course, was far from being any of those things. She was a nice girl...sort of. She was kicked out of high school at fourteen, after a teacher had whapped her on the head with a ruler because she was talking. She'd called him a cocksucking prick and then kicked him in the balls.<o:p></o:p> Since that had been the fourth school she'd been evicted from, all for "rebelliousness", it proved difficult finding another. Not that this bothered her. She'd hated school, loathed it. She could already read and write and count, so who needed the rest of that shit?<o:p></o:p> She looked around for a job, but the only ones who wanted fourteen year olds wanted her on her back with her legs spread, and though even at that age she was far from a virgin, she didn't intend to be a whore. So she'd worked at a fast food restaurant for peanuts, hung around the house, and bitched.<o:p></o:p> By fifteen she had an hourglass figure, with high, firm, round breasts, long, perfectly tapered legs, and a tight bottom that drew eyes like it was magnetized and they were made of metal. She was a real little cock tease then too, and, well, she would admit it, she still was. She loved getting guys excited, loved to know they were salivating over her body.<o:p></o:p> At fifteen, with a woman's body, she put on a lot of makeup, did her long blonde hair up nice and sophisticated like, and answered an ad for a "girl Friday". The place was in a small two floor walk-up on a small lane just off Tenth Street. The building looked like a dump on the outside and she hesitated going up, but she was desperate... for money that is. For in addition to being a cock tease she was more than a little greedy.<o:p></o:p> The place had turned out to be a private detective agency, a one man outfit run by Dick Philcome, a fat, fifty year old ex cop with heart troubles and an ex wife that sucked his money out of him like a vacuum cleaner. He needed someone to do his paperwork for him because, for a private eye, he was actually doing pretty well, at least the business was.<o:p></o:p> The problem was he wrote like a chicken scratching, typed with one finger, and didn't know the first thing about office work. She pretended she did. He didn't believe her, and he didn't believe that she was eighteen, either, but she'd come in wearing a tight crotch high mini skirt and a thin silk top, and the promise of seeing her every day made up for anything else.<o:p></o:p> She was a total screw-up, of course. The only reason Dick didn't fire her was because she would come in to work in these tiny little mini skirts and tight thin tops, sometimes without a bra. <o:p></o:p> Sometimes he would call her into his office forty or fifty times in a day just so he could watch her big breasts move inside her shirt as she approached, and could admire her backside and legs as she walked away.<o:p></o:p> He was a total lech, always asking for files from the bottom drawer of the cabinet so she would have to bend over and get them. She could have just squatted like a decent girl, but she knew her job depended on his happiness at ogling her, so she would lean way over; making sure her bottom was turned to him.<o:p></o:p> Sometimes she would wear a low cut or loose sweater without a bra, and then Dick would have to find excuses to get her to bend over in front of him so he could look down her top. She didn't mind. It kind of excited her in a way, kind of like an exhibitionist. She thought all women had a bit of exhibitionist in them, and didn't see any reason why she shouldn't too.<o:p></o:p> She was always very proper with him, calling him Mister Philcome and keeping her tone of voice very business like. She never let on she knew how he was goggling at her.<o:p></o:p> Eventually she learned. She knew how to type because the one thing she'd liked at school was computers. She invented her own filing system, which worked quite well for her. After reading enough business letters, she was eventually able to copy their tone and style perfectly.<o:p></o:p> So when Dick wrote to some client, "You were supposed to pay me three weeks ago. Where's my money you fucking douche bag? she would translate that to "Your account is now past due. If there is any difficulty please contact me at this number."<o:p></o:p> As her expertise increased, and her job depended less on satisfying Dick's voyeuristic interest, she let up a little on the minis and tops. She always wore sexy clothes though, because she liked looking sexy. She wore mini skirts but they were business type mini skirts, sometimes with a matching jacket. She stopped wearing the extra high "fuck me" heels too.<o:p></o:p> Dick never let on that he was disappointed by the change in wardrobe. Besides, by then he would have been helpless without her. She even helped in his detective work. A lot of it involved phoning people, and she had a great phone manner and a soft sexy voice.<o:p></o:p> After her second year she was running errands for him too, checking files at the various government agencies, looking for information at welfare offices, the licence bureau, the courts and police stations. She was very good at it, mostly because of her looks and mannerisms.<o:p></o:p> Men tended to be very helpful to her. So when she wanted a file or wanted to know how to find something, clerks who would ignore most people, fell all over themselves to help her. By then she knew how to work her looks for the best results, and had no qualms about doing so.<o:p></o:p> She was so good at that, Dick gave her even more work to do, sometimes doing interviews. If the person being interviewed was a man, she'd wear something really sexy, and chances are he'd be so distracted he'd let something slip.<o:p></o:p> Besides, nobody really thought they had to hide anything around her. She hadn't looked eighteen when she'd been hired; despite her best efforts she'd looked like a kid. Two years later she still looked like a kid. Hell, even at eighteen she didn't look eighteen.<o:p></o:p> She had a sweet, softly rounded face with giant bright, moist blue eyes, a small, delicate mouth with full, sensuous lips, and a tiny snub nose. She didn't look like a threat; she looked cute, sweet, girlish. Of course she still had big breasts and long legs, so men felt less than paternal towards her, unless they were into incest.<o:p></o:p> Dick started getting kind of touchy feely in the third year she was with him, finding excuses to "accidentally" brush against her at first, then making little pretence about it, grabbing her bottom when she walked by, coming up behind her and sliding his hands around her to grope her breasts, or sometimes even trying to get his hand up under her skirt.<o:p></o:p> Now by most people's definition she was a slut. She'd slept with a lot of guys and done a lot of wild things with them, and she was not above sleeping with a different guy on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. <o:p></o:p> She'd had sex with two guys at once several times, and four guys together once. She'd been to one orgy, and had sometimes had bruises on her wrists from handcuffs, because she kind of liked bondage.<o:p></o:p> But balling Dick, who seldom bathed, was as crude as they came, sweated like a pig, and was generally a fat, greasy dirt bag, that was something she was just not prepared to do.<o:p></o:p> She didn't scratch his eyes out or anything, or even curse him, but they did have some wrestling matches which ended with him clutching his balls and her slightly bedraggled. <o:p></o:p> By the fourth year he was starting to get more and more insistent, but he couldn't have found his ass without her by then. She was irreplaceable, and they both knew it, so he sure couldn't fire her.<o:p></o:p> He'd made the mistake, the first couple of years, of teaching her how to fight, how to fight dirty, and since she was in much better shape than he was, he couldn't even force her.<o:p></o:p> Anyway, he died suddenly, and in a very messy way. Anyone who knew him would have figured that was how he'd go. <o:p></o:p> Pepper was looking around for another job when his will was probated. Guess who he left everything to? She was surprised, to say the least.<o:p></o:p> He'd owned the crummy little building, which was worth something at least. He'd owned the business, and all the shit he'd had for it, like the surveillance equipment. <o:p></o:p> Aside from that all he had was his mostly junky furniture in the apartment above the office. The two car garage, which took up most of the first floor, was empty. He had been renting it out but the health department made him stop since fumes were coming up through the floor.<o:p></o:p> She figured she'd give most, if not all of his furniture to the good will people, so she went there to check on it a few days after his funeral. The only good pieces of equipment in the whole apartment were a big screen TV, and a new VCR. Those she would definitely keep.<o:p></o:p> A week or so later she was sorting through the tapes to see what kind of movies and shit he'd had. Several of the boxes were unmarked. She opened them and found tapes marked with her name.<o:p></o:p> At first she thought, like wow, from the grave, you know? She thought he had recorded stuff for her to see after he was dead. Of course she popped one into the VCR right away and pushed play, then sat back on the couch. She was startled, to say the least, to see, not him on the tape, but her.<o:p></o:p> The tape was in full colour, and taken from an expensive camera from the quality. She was wearing one of her cock teaser outfits as she walked into the room. She moved to the full length mirror near her bed and slowly removed her clothes, watching herself in a very self admiring way.<o:p></o:p> She posed naked for the mirror, and unknowingly for fat Dick, the pervert. Then she got into bed naked and lay on her back, spreading her legs and sliding her hands up and down her body. Pepper stared at the image on the TV in shock, then outrage, watching as her hands slid up and down her body in a wanton, suggestive way.<o:p></o:p> She didn't remember the incident, when it might have happened, because jerking off wasn't unusual for her and that was obviously what she was about to do. Yes indeed, her knees rose and moved wider and her hands squeezed her soft, round breasts, mashing and twisting them as she moaned.<o:p></o:p> The damn thing had sound too!<o:p></o:p> On the screen, Pepper's right hand slid down between her legs and started rubbing at her pussy, while her left continued to squeeze her breasts. Her fingers began sliding into her snatch, pumping slowly in and out as she wriggled on the bed. <o:p></o:p> Sitting there watching the TV, her face reddened in mortification at the thought of someone watching, of Dick watching, and probably jerking off as he watched her fingering her pussy. Her screen image rolled onto her side and reached for the night table, and in real life she moaned and put her hands over her eyes.<o:p></o:p> She peeked but it was just as bad as she'd thought. On screen she had pulled a big vibrator out of the table and was rubbing it over her body, grinding it into her nipples, then rolling it down her soft, pliable body to her groin. She rubbed the head of the vibrator up and down her slit, which gaped open, glistening wetly in the light.<o:p></o:p> She was moaning on the screen too, her head rolling from side to side as she held the vibrator against her clitty. Her bottom was grinding into the bed and then she started humping up against the vibrator. She eased the thick round head into her pussy opening and then started pumping, working it deeper and deeper until it was buried inside her belly.<o:p></o:p> She rolled onto her belly, her legs still wide, her hands down between her legs, rubbing and grinding her clitty against the slight inch of vibrator sticking out of her pussy lips. She ground herself into the bed, mashing and crushing her big breasts against the bed as she humped down against the vibrator.<o:p></o:p> Her bottom was humping up at the camera with short, sharp little bumps and grinds, her legs wide open and rubbing at the bed like she was a frog trying to swim. She humped harder and faster, until she suddenly quivered and went stiff. A soft sigh was picked up by the microphone, then she went still.<o:p></o:p> There was a scene change, this time she was in her bathroom stripping. Pepper watched herself get naked, then get into the shower. The scene changed again and now it was in the shower, the camera located just beneath the shower head, from the angle shown. <o:p></o:p> She got all wet, her hands moving over her body, then soaped up and washed herself. That was it. No jerking off at least. The scene changed back to her bedroom. She was stripping for bed again. This time she didn't get into bed right away. She pulled out a big dildo from her night table and slapped it down on a chair.<o:p></o:p> The dildo had a suction cup on the bottom so it would stay in place, pointed straight up like a rocket ship. Her screen image threw her leg across the chair, straddling it, then lowered her pussy slowly down onto the dildo. She eased herself onto the fat black rubber cock, moaning and gasping and wincing as it filled up her pussy tunnel.<o:p></o:p> She pumped herself up and down on it, moaning in pleasure now, slowly taking more and more inside her until finally her buttocks were flattened against the wooden chair and she had every inch of that big rubber fuck tool up inside her.<o:p></o:p> She ground her breasts into the back of the chair as her bottom rubbed around on the seat, then she started grunting as she rode up and down, her buttocks jiggling as they slapped against the seat of the chair again and again. The slapping sound began to sound wet and Pepper knew her pussy must have been drooling that day.<o:p></o:p> The scene changed to her living room. Her and a guy, she wasn't sure who at first, were necking on the couch. His hand was sliding up and down her thigh inside her mini skirt, getting higher and higher as their tongues slid back and forth between our mouths.<o:p></o:p> She remembered the guy at last, a one night stand she'd had a year ago. His hand shot up her skirt suddenly, and by the way she gasped and the look on her face, he had a good grip on her snatch. Her legs spread apart as his hand squeezed and rubbed her pussy and he eased her back against the back of the couch.<o:p></o:p> He had a hold of her hair, controlling her head and face as he mashed his lips down onto hers. She wasn't doing much but groaning through his lips as he slid his mouth back and forth, up and down, from side to side, very wetly kissing her.<o:p></o:p> Her body was trembling and twitching as his hand worked over her pussy. She could see the movements of his knuckles against the tight fabric of her skirt, then saw him jerk her head back hard, arching her back as his lips tore away from hers and fastened against her throat.<o:p></o:p> Her body was heaving and jerking spastically, her face dazed and confused, she was groaning, Oh, Oh, oh, over and over again like a demented nutso. Then she started grunting like crazy and just as his hand made a very violent movement under her skirt, she cried out, then gurgled in pleasure as her body shook furiously.<o:p></o:p> Pepper remembered that night and knew he had just thrust three fingers deep into her body, forcing her into a tremendous cum.<o:p></o:p> </div> </body> </html>