Take The Money and Run

The old house shook as a freight train thundered down the tracks behind their back fence, but Billy Joe didn't notice. He was too busy watching Bobbie Sue's tits as she crossed the living room.

They were fucking gorgeous - big for her slender frame, full and naturally shaped. Billy Joe was mesmerized by the way her pink nipples swayed with each step.

Her blonde hair was wet from the shower and drops of water fell down her bare back as she walked toward the kitchen, her tight little ass waving as she went.

When she bent over to look in the fridge, he couldn't take anymore.

"Damn, baby, you're driving me crazy," he said, getting up from the couch.

Bobbie Sue giggled, "You see something you like?"

Turning her toward the wobbly dinner table, he put his mouth against her ear, "You're so fucking hot, baby."

Bending over the side of the table, she offered, "Then maybe you should do something about it."

Billy Joe nudged her feet apart, noticing she had painted her toes a dark red. Damn, he loved her cute little feet. He would make it a point to suck on her toes the next time they were in bed together, but no time for that now.

He moved closer, reaching around to squeeze her tits while he kissed her neck.

They weren't in the mood for foreplay, so he wasted no time ripping her panties down and pulling his cock from his boxers. Bobbie Sue felt the tip press against her. She loved his meat - seven inches and thick.

So fucking thick.

"Fuck my pussy, baby."

He jammed his cock inside.

This wasn't gentle lovemaking - they were too horny to go slow. Instead, Billy Joe held her hips and pounded her pussy until she came. When he was ready, he pulled out and sprayed his load across her back.

It was quick sex, lasting only a few minutes, but fuck, it was good.

.................................

Afterwards, they sat on the couch, eating cold pizza, leftover from the night before. The broken screen door rattled against the frame with every gust of wind.

They were smoking their last joint and watching an old Godzilla movie. Out here, their little TV only picked up one channel, so they couldn't be picky about what they watched.

"Money is running low again, baby." Bobbie Sue said without a trace of worry.

"Yeah, I know. Thinking we might need to take that shot in El Paso. My cousin said the old man probably won't hold on much longer."

"I hate El Paso. That fucking sheriff is an asshole."

"Don't worry about Billy Mack, baby. We'll get in and out of town so fast he won't even know we were there."

Billy Mack's official title was Sheriff William Mackey, but every two-bit criminal in western Texas knew him as Billy Mack.

He was the boogeyman that old-time thieves told stories about when they wanted to scare the young kids in their crew. Smart and relentless, he was a total hard-ass.

"He scares me."

"It'll be fine, baby." Billy Joe comforted, although his heart was beating faster than normal.

.............................

Billy Joe's cousin had recently painted the old man's house. It was too much house for an elderly guy living alone: a double garage, four bedrooms, two stories. But when money isn't a problem, you don't worry about downsizing.

Between the regular help - cleaning lady, chef, gardener - and all the handymen hired to keep the house in good shape, people were constantly coming and going. The old man wasn't as sharp as he used to be either, so keeping track of who belonged in the house and who had access was a losing battle.

Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue sat parked at the end of the street, listening to a Janis Joplin song and waiting for the old man's cleaning lady to leave.

"I hate this, Billy Joe. Somebody's going to wonder why we're just sitting here."

"It's fine. Nothing but old timers living on this street and they probably fell asleep an hour ago."

When the cleaning lady's blue Toyota pulled around the corner, Billy Joe reached across to grab his pistol from the glove compartment.

"Why are you taking that? If the old man is as feeble as they say, you could knock him over with a finger."

"Just in case, baby. Just in case."

.............................

The house key that his cousin had accidentally forgotten to return was hidden under the second paving stone from the garage. Billy Joe grabbed it, his cousin's words echoing in his head.

The old man falls asleep in the recliner most nights, so you gotta be quiet. Grab the duffel bag from the master bedroom closet and get the hell outta there.

They snuck around the side of the house. Billy Joe readied himself to jump up and climb over the privacy fence. The thought that Bobbie Sue was going to have to get over it in those tiny denim shorts and low-cut shirt crossed his mind. But, just as he started to jump, Bobbie Sue tested the gate lock and it popped open.

"Easy as pie."

The back door was not unlocked, but the key did its job and they crept inside the dark house. They found themselves in the kitchen. The dishwasher was running - the cleaning lady must have started it on her way out - and it filled the room with the low sound of running water.

Exchanging nervous smiles, they moved toward the living room.

The old man was lying back in the recliner, a blanket pulled over his legs. He was snoring deeply through a half-open mouth.

Billy Joe whispered, "You stay here and watch him. I'll get the suitcase."

Bobbie Sue looked at the old man. He was barely moving. If she couldn't hear him snoring, she would have guessed he was dead.

"No - I don't want to stay down here. He looks like he's half-dead - it freaks me out. I'll get the bag."

Billy Joe nodded and Bobbie Sue quietly headed up the stairs.

She found the bedroom easily and shuffled to the closet. It was a large walk-in closet and she couldn't see a thing. She tried to find a light switch, but no luck. Finally, she turned on her phone's flashlight. Just as she lifted it, she thought she heard someone's voice downstairs. And then perhaps a car door somewhere outside.

Her heart raced.

Then, a gunshot rang out from downstairs.

"Shit!" she yelled.

She turned the light to the left and saw a duffel bag lying on the ground. She pulled at the zipper, but it wouldn't budge. Trying again with more effort, it slid open and she looked inside.

It was packed with hundred dollar bills.

She thought there might be a half-million dollars in there.

Bobbie Sue grabbed the bag and ran out of the bedroom. She nearly tripped going down the stairs, but kept her balance.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked over and saw the old man on the ground. Dead. Shot in the chest.

"Fuck!" she squealed. She scanned the room, but Billy Joe was nowhere to be found.

She remembered what he had said on the drive over.

They had been cruising down Hwy 62 when he turned off the radio, "If things go bad, run back to the car. We'll meet at the car. If I don't make it back, you only wait for one minute, ok? You can't hang around there, so if I'm not back in 60 seconds, you get the fuck out of there, ok?"

"I'm not leaving without you, Billy Joe."

"You have to, baby. Go the Big Chile Inn in Las Cruces and wait for me there. I'll find my way there."

Bobbie Sue turned for the back door and sprinted out of the house. She turned the corner at full speed and crashed into a brick wall, knocking the wind out of her. She fell back with a thud and looked up.

It wasn't a brick wall.

It was Billy Mack.

"Where you going in such a hurry, darling?"

.............................

Billy Mack closed the handcuffs on her wrists and led her to his car. His eyes drifted to her shorts, admiring the way her ass filled them out.

"You doing this robbery all by yourself, little lady?"

"Fuck off."

"Oh, you have a naughty mouth to match that naughty body, huh?"

Bobbie Sue ignored him and climbed into the backseat. Billy Mack put the duffel bag in the passenger seat and started the vehicle.

Back at the station, they put her into an empty interrogation room. It was more like a closet, Bobbie Sue thought to herself, with no windows. Just a water jug, a couple chairs, and a table.

The Big Chile Inn in Las Cruces. She had to get out of here and find her way to New Mexico.

The door creaked open and Billy Mack stepped inside. His eyes walked across her cleavage before settling on her blue eyes. Fuck, she was good looking. Best looking arrest he'd made in a long time. He'd caught that pretty redhead a few months back and had some fun with her, but she didn't have a body like this.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked with a cocky smile.

Bobbie Sue just stared straight ahead. She knew who he was, but wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud.

"Are you going to tell me who else was with you?"

"Nobody else. Just me."

"I know you're lying. Ain't no way you pulled that trigger. You aren't a killer - I can tell."

"Fuck off."

"There's that naughty mouth again. Stand up for me."

Billy Mack reached back and turned the deadbolt on the door with a firm click, as Bobbie Sue lifted herself from the chair.

"I have to be sure you don't have any weapons or anything, so pull that shirt off for me."

With a nervous look, Bobbie Sue crossed her hands over her body and pulled the shirt over her head, revealing a black bra that cupped her breasts above her flat stomach.

Billy Mack's eyes narrowed, his breath catching briefly. He was clearly impressed and Bobbie Sue noticed his reaction. She'd been getting this look from guys for most of her life and she knew exactly what it meant.

The thought crossed her mind that maybe Billy Mack wasn't anything special.

Maybe he wasn't some kind of law enforcement legend.

Maybe he was just another guy that let his dick do most of his thinking.

Billy Mack nodded and pointed, "The shorts."

Bobbie Sue noticed a growing bulge in Billy Mack's tight uniform pants, and an escape plan popped into her head. She had spent years learning exactly what men saw when they looked at her. Maybe it was time to put that knowledge to work.

With a nervous smile, she let her shorts fall to the floor, revealing black panties that matched her bra.

Billy Mack licked his lips.

"Damn... you sure are a pretty little lady. Somebody must be fucking you every night. Who is it? Who's the lucky guy?"

She knew what she had to do. Flatter him. Distract him. Give him something he wanted and maybe he'd give her something in return. That was the only way she might get out of there.

She put a finger to her mouth, gently closed her lips around it, and looked up at him with wide, doe-like eyes.

"Nobody, Sheriff. To be honest, I've been starting to wonder if anyone out there wanted me."

Billy Mack adjusted his pants.

"Maybe that man is you, Sheriff?" she said softly. "It appears you like what you're seeing. Maybe we can work something out."

"You are mighty fine, Miss Bobbie Sue. No doubt about that, but I don't make deals with criminals."

"Criminal??... If you think I'm such a bad girl, maybe I need to be punished." she flirted, taking a step closer, still sucking on her finger.

Billy Mack smiled, clearly enjoying the flirty banter. He pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and held it in front of her. With one press of a button, it snapped open, the blade reflecting the ceiling lights.

Bobbie Sue watched it carefully as he traced the blade lightly across her stomach before sliding it beneath the edge of her bra.

He held it there for a moment before flicking his wrist. The fabric parted and her tits spilled free.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned.

The blade moved lower. Bobbie Sue felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, but she kept her eyes on him.

Billy Mack pulled the blade away and the panties fell to the floor.

He reached between her legs and touched her. A hushed moan slipped from Bobbie Sue's mouth. The jolt of pleasure she felt from the rough texture of his finger was something she was not expecting.

"Now let's see about that naughty mouth."

Bobbie Sue didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees and reached for his pants. The belt, the button, the zipper - she handled each quickly and pulled his cock from his pants. It was already hard, and full of heat.

She opened her mouth and took him inside, pulling a loud moan from deep inside his body. Her lips circled him, gliding down the shaft, while her right hand cupped his balls. She knew exactly what she was doing now.

Billy Mack sat down in the chair and kicked his pants off. Bobbie Sue climbed into his lap, straddling him, before reaching down to guide him inside her.

He immediately grabbed for her ass, squeezing the firm curves and guiding her movements as she slapped her pussy down on his lap. He gave her a spank, hard enough to leave a mark.

She moved with him, matching the pace of his hips, letting him think he'd fully seduced her.

Her tits were bouncing right in his face. She purposely arched her back, leaning slightly away so he could see all of her. Her breasts made a soft thud with each bounce.

Billy Mack squeezed her breasts together. Bobbie Sue encouraged him with a breathless "Yes, yes" as he pushed his face between them.

Bobbie Sue smiled to herself. Maybe this was going to work after all.

Bobbie Sue gently slowed the rhythm before standing up and bending over the table. Billy Mack didn't need an invitation and moved behind her without a word.

He grabbed her blonde hair and gathered it together in a long ponytail. Holding it taut with one hand, he guided his cock inside her pussy with the other. With every thrust, he pulled on her hair, drawing her closer. His breathing grew heavy and rushed.

The angle was perfect, and Billy Mack quickly found himself nearing the edge. He felt the release boiling to its peak. His balls pulled up into his body and his cock swelled. He pushed inside fully and held it there. "Oh fuck," was all he could say as he emptied a full load of hot cum inside her pussy.

When he pulled out, Bobbie Sue slowly turned around and pulled him close. His breath was still ragged and his cock hung between them. She held it in her hand, gently moving her hand around it.

"I know you don't make deals, but maybe I could get you to relax in here for a couple minutes."

Billy Mack raised a disapproving eyebrow. She answered by stroking him.

"Come on, baby. Just a couple minutes. Just tell them I went to the bathroom and I promise I'll look you up next time I'm in El Paso. What do you say?"

Billy Mack looked down at her tits. So perfect. He wanted there to be a next time.

"Two minutes."

Bobbie Sue didn't wait for him to change her mind. She grabbed her clothes, leaving the bra and panties on the floor. Bastard can take them home as a souvenir, she thought to herself.

She sprinted down the hallway, but stopped outside the bathroom door. She had passed a door with an "Evidence" sign on it. She circled back and went inside the room, before reappearing a few seconds later with the duffel bag and hurrying into the ladies bathroom.

She passed the row of stalls on her right. One of the faucets was dripping water on her left. At the other end of the bathroom, she saw the window.

It was a little too tall for her to reach, so she stood on the duffel bag and stretched, barely able to reach it. Someone standing behind her would have gotten a great view of her legs and ass fully stretched like that, but there was no one else there.

Her reach was barely long enough to unlatch the window, but it worked.

She threw the duffel bag and her clothes out the window. The window looked out of reach now, but she knew it was her only way out. Her two minutes were probably already gone.

She backed up to get a running start and leapt for the window. She was surprised at how high she jumped and was able to get both hands on the window sill. She wasn't strong, but it didn't take much to pull up her slender frame.

She slipped through the bathroom window and dropped into an alley.

She landed hard, stumbled, then looked back at the window.

Nobody was coming.

She reached for her clothes. She wasn't sure she had time to get dressed, but wasn't crazy about running around El Paso naked either.

She did take a split second to laugh at the idea of hitchhiking nude. Excuse me, sir, do you mind if me and my two big traveling companions catch a ride to Las Cruces?

By the time she reached the highway, her heart was pounding and her legs were burning. She kept going anyway. She knew what she wanted.

Las Cruces.

Billy Joe.

The money.

.................................

Two hours later, she pushed open the lobby door of the Big Chile Inn. It smelled of cigarettes and tequila. She scanned the cramped lobby and saw him sitting in the corner.

"Billy Joe!"

He jumped to his feet.

"Baby!"

She ran into his arms, nearly knocking him over. He grabbed her and held her tight.

"Jesus Christ. I thought they got you."

"They almost did."

"I waited at the car for you."

"I know."

He pulled back and looked her over. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I brought you something."

She dropped the duffel bag onto the floor.

With a big smile, she unzipped the bag.

Billy Joe's mouth fell open as he stared at the stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

A huge grin spread across his face.

"Fuck me."

Bobbie Sue laughed. "I bring you a shitload of money and that's what you have to say?"

He looked back at her and his face changed for a moment.

"I was worried about you."

"I know."

They kissed softly.

"So what really happened?" Billy Joe asked.

"You don't want to know. It doesn't matter. I'm here now."

"OK... fair enough."

He grabbed the duffel bag.

"You ready?"

Bobbie Sue nodded.

"Mexico?"

"Mexico."

They walked out of the motel together and climbed into the car, both of them somewhat shocked that they got the money and they got away.

They headed down south and they're still running today.