The VIP Chauffeur

By Doverover

I was just back from my two year stint with the Army Rangers in Afhganistan. My best friend had the good fortune to have started a limousine company a few years earlier and had built it into a very successful enterprise. He was quick to give me a job and I soon rose to the top of the list of drivers. I got the best jobs and my pick of the jobs. He approached me this one day and said he had landed a brand new account and wanted me to take the first job. He thought the new client would be a very good tipper.

The first job was to be earl Friday night. I was scheduled to pick up an individual at the downtown Ritz Carlton. Off I went. I had the best car, our brand new stretch and I was there promptly at 7pm. I met the client in the lobby and he acknowledged me right away. He carried a large style brief case which I immediately offered to carry and he quickly put me in my place by stating: “no one touched my attach? He asked that he be referred to as Mr. “K” and he handed me a small piece of paper with an address and told me to take him there the quickest route possible. As I drove there he was on and off his cellphone. In about 30 minutes as we were closing in on the destination, he asked me to pull over and let him out of the limo. I did as requested and we walked a few feet off the road. He approached me eye to eye, nose to nose and said the following: I’ve been told you are extremely trustworthy and will be totally confidential. I assured him that I was for sure. He said you may see things or experience things you’ve never seen before even knowing you saw some vicious atrocities oversees. I told him he could depend on me. He said great and heres a little incentive to be sure. He handed me 10 hundred dollar bills and we got back into the car.

We entered what appeared to be a somewhat exclusive neighborhood where the houses seemed to be worth seven figures or more. The house we stopped in front off was just like the others, nothing extraordinary. I let Mr K out of the car and he immediately handed me a loaded handgun, a German luger. He said I assume you know how to use this? I acknowledged I did. He said to be careful and think before I had to. I said confusedly, OK. He then handed me surgical gloves and told me to put them on. He did the same. We approached the house and he advised to be as quiet as possible. We went to the rear of the house and approached the back door. It was opened. He again motioned to me to be quiet. We entered through the kitchen and I noticed nothing peculiar. It was quiet but for what I thought was voices coming from down the hallway.

We approached as quietly as we could. I noticed Mr K had his handgun drawn and was about to enter what appeared to be a bedroom. He handed me a plastic mask, the lind you wear on Halloween and told me to put it on. He did the same. He abruptly kicked the door open and shouted as he entered; don’t either one of you make a move! I followed as all good “back-up partners” would. There was a man and a woman. They were obviously in the throes of sex, both naked and both very startled. In as rapid a fashion as I have ever seen he approached both persons and quickly adeptly handcuffed both. He literally threw the male into an overstuffed side chair and warned him not to make a sound and then placed a red rubber ball, what looked to be a bit larger than a tennis ball into the guys mouth and then covered it with a wide strip of duct tape. The woman whom I couldn’t take my eyes off of because she was exotically beautiful then got Mr Ks full attention.