Best Friends
by
Thomas Silk

Chapter 3: Encounter in the Garage

"That is all I have time for, honey. Just relax. I'll be back in half an hour", Debra said as she sucked her finger and then used a tissue to clean her hand. Both women knew that the smell of Debra's womanhood was still there. Debra took one of Andrea's floral scarves and tied it over her hair with the knot under her chin. She blew her friend a kiss and put a finger to her lips indicating that Andrea should be quiet. She then closed and locked the wooden closet. Tears came to Andrea's eyes as her friend left and locked her office door.

Debra also had to deal with tears. She didn't know if she would see her friend again and leaving her so helpless...

The walk to the garage seemed to take forever. Debra headed for her car, got in and waited. She took the small device from her purse, turned it on and put it under her seat. It would last about an hour, so the instructions said. If all went well, it would record everything that happened. Within a couple of minutes she heard the heels and then her door open and close. She felt the woman get in the car.

"Well Debra, we are almost finished", the electronic voice said, "One more transfer and you and your slut girlfriend can go back to fucking each other. Too bad you can't get a man to do it"

Debra knew that this woman was baiting her so she tried to control her anger.

"Now, this is what you will do...write it down!", the electronic voice said.

"I don't think so", Debra said. The masked woman looked up, her gun on the car seat. She looked at Debra's gun.

"Pick the gun up by the barrel and give it to me. Good. Now, take off the mask, you bitch", Debra commanded. Debra went white as the woman took off the mask. It couldn't be. It was Mrs. Ann Endall, the CEO of the charity. The woman was 45 years old, but looked like she was 35. She was thin, with a better figure than most of her female employees. She worked out every day. Her jet black shoulder length hair was always perfect and she expected the same of her employees. She was not a woman to underestimate.

"You know that no one will believe you...assuming you get to tell your story to anyone. I just intended to ruin you. Now, I will have to silence you permanently", Mrs. Endall hissed.

"No, I think I will be the one silencing you. On your stomach, bitch! Hands behind your back", Debra said. She watch the woman reposition herself on the backseat of the car, Debra's plan had worked well so far, but she had planned to call the police at this point. There were two problems with her plan. She remembered that there was no cellphone service in this garage. The other problem, Mrs. Endall owned the garage. No one was going to let Debra get out of the garage holding a gun on Mrs. Endall. Her only hope was securing this bitch and getting outside the garage. If she could get back to Andrea, they would figure out what to do.

Debra squeezed into the backseat, took off Andrea's scarf, a pretty floral one white with red, blue and yellow flowers, rolled it up, and secured Mrs. Endall's hands.

"Now what are you going to do now, slut? Do you think I came alone? Are you that much of an idiot? You won't get out of the garage alive!", the woman hissed. Her face was red with anger. Debra slipped off her heels and, with a lot of effort in the small space, pulled her pantyhose and the panties, which she wore under the hose, down and off of her legs. Mrs. Endall just stared in disbelief. Debra took the pantyhose and wrapped them around Mrs. Endall's ankles securing them as tightly as she could.

Mrs. Endall's eyes widened as Debra shifted towards her. "Jerry! Jackie!", she cried out. Debra covered her mouth with one hand while untying the white scarf with the other.

"Whether or not I survive this little encounter, I will always know that you got to taste and chew on my dirty panties!", Debra hissed into Mrs. Endall's ear. She then forced her wadded up panties into the woman's mouth. She quickly tied the white silk scarf tightly into the woman's mouth. She quickly got out of the car, straightened her outfit, and locked the car. She hid the key on a ledge in the stall next to her car. Her mind raced as she headed for the street. This was like one of those tense spy movies, which she didn't like.

Who would would help this evil woman in a plan like this? The only two people would be her own children. Jackie looked like a model, but had an attitude like her mom's. She was the director of media relations and everyone hated her. Then there was Jerry, the head of building security. He looked like a movie star, but was a very sick puppy. In any other company, these two would have been fired already. Debra looked up. She could see the street. She was going to make it...that far, at least.

"Hello Debbie", a female voice said. Debra looked up and saw a silhouette of a woman blocking her path to the street. Debra stopped. Even wearing the Hermes headscarf, which Debra recognized because Andrea owned several of them, and dark glasses, there was no doubt that this was Jackie. Her blond hair visible were her bangs covered her forehead. There was a cigarette in her mouth and a nasty looking automatic pistol in her hand. Debra started to move backward.  When she turned to run...there was Jerry looming over her. She tried to bring up the gun in her hand, but Jerry grabbed her hand, twisting it until the gun fell to the concrete floor. He easily spun her around twisting her arm behind her back. Debra inhaled to let out an involuntary cry as pain shot through her arm. The cry was stifled by Jerry's hand covering her mouth.

"Let's get her out of sight before someone sees what is going on. If you cause us any trouble, Debbie, Jerry will make you pay. No noise", Jackie said as Debra was dragged to the shadows of the garage. She put a gun to Debra's head. Jerry let her go and pushed her to the concrete wall. Jerry handed her brother a length of cord from her purse. Debra was spun around and her hands pulled behind her back. Jerry tied them with the cord. Debra winced as the cord was pulled and knotted tightly. Jackie lifted Debra's dress.

"No hose or panties, Debbie? Mama would be disappointed", Jackie sneered.

"Your mama is chewing on my dirty panties, bitch", Debra said with some satisfaction and then regretted the comment as Jackie slapped her hard.

"Gag her!", Jackie ordered her brother. He took a handkerchief from his back pocket. Folded it into a triangle and rolled it up. Jerry roughly pulled it between Debra's teeth and knotted it at the back of Debra's head. The handkerchief bit into the corners of Debra's mouth. Jerry spun her around. He was undoing his belt and pulling up her dress. Debra looked at Jackie. Was she going to allow this?

"Easy, big guy...you'll get your chance to fuck her later. Right now, we need her in one piece. Mama needs to be rescued, it would seem", Jackie told her brother as she untied the knot under her chin and pulled off the Hermes, "Headscarves really aren't my thing, but sometimes they're useful. This is more your thing, Debbie, so why don't we tie one on to hide that unfashionable gag" She took the scarf and tied it over Debra's hair knotting it tightly under her chin.

The walk to her car seemed to take forever. Two cars went out the exit and neither seemed to notice Debra's dire situation. A gun in her back kept her from struggling. When they got to the car, Mrs. Endall was sitting upright in the back seat, but was still bound and gagged. Debra could see the smile on her face despite the gag in her mouth. Jackie tried the door. "Where is the key, bitch", Jerry raised his hand to hit Debra, but Jackie stopped him. "Mama, can you reach the lock?", Jackie asked. Mrs. Endall tried, but it became apparent that the child lock was on. Jackie slapped Debra and put a gun under her dress. "I will make sure that you never have children if you don't tell me where the key is", Jackie threatened the trembling woman. Debra indicated where the key was hidden. Debra assumed she was a dead woman, but at least her friend was safe, if a bit helpless and uncomfortable. The cleaning staff would find her soon enough.