Transporter Chapters 3 & 4

Transporter Chapter 3 Barbie, California Dream

30 hours on the road, I hit the outskirts of Redding; pulling to a gas station; after spotting a payphone that did not look vandalised (constant pain in the arse these days). Calling the cell phone number, it answered briefly, long enough only for me to give the passphrase I had been given. I waited a few minutes and the phone rang back and I was given directions: Head through Summit City on Lake BLVD 1 mile past the fire station, take a left at the sign and follow it to the end. I will meet you outside.

I headed up the A18 towards Shasta Lake, pretty area, figured I might get to spend me some time here and get some fishing in, spotted the Fire station on my right, and check the meter and counted down the mile. I spotted the Red Sign easy enough and took the first of two turnings on the left.

I reached the ranch-style house after about half a mile. This place sure was set back off the road, surrounded by woodland as well; good location, I thought. As I pulled up, I saw a tall, white-haired and whiskered man of about 70 waiting for me, gesturing to the side of the house.

I pulled up at what looked to be a workshop of some kind; I jumped out and greeted the man, whose name was amusingly, Ken, I was sure that was not his name but given the packages I was delivering; it amused me.

For an old fella, he sure was excited though and was waiting at the back of the van for me to open it. Then I guess if you spend the sort of money, he had had to part with to get fully trained adult dolls. I opened up the van and he jumped in like a teenager. I am sure if he could have ripped open the packing to get to his own Californian Barbies dream dolls.

I jumped in and waited while he inspected the packages. If they were aware that they had arrived I could not tell, they had blindfolds and gags still in place but I could see them breathing by the slight rising of their chests. I unstrapped the leather-clad girls packing box and using the sack truck Billy had supplied I eased her out of the van. Luckily, they were not that heavy even with the packing or it would have been a bit of an issue getting them out of the van to the pavement.

Using the trolly, I transported the first doll, let’s call her Malibu, into the workshop. The workshop was a man cave with a real bar! Damn that's cool. I propped Malibu up against a pool table and went off to get her sister, Skipper.

Unloading the Rubber clad Skipper, who was awake as I could see her moving and flexing her limbs a little, well as much as the bindings allowed. I had a touch of jealousy while admiring Skipper in the outfit; it was tight and showed off a superb shape, and to be honest the rubber outfit on that body was making Little Alex twitch some.

I manoeuvred Skipper next to her twin Malibu and then took a photo to prove delivery, sending the image to the parlour chat group, as I had been instructed to. I received a reply and confirmation that the client had let them know the package had been delivered.

Well, my work was done and as much as I wanted to watch the unboxing, I hoped he unboxed them and was not a collector, NRFB with live dolls would be such a waste. Ken was almost dancing with excitement, but I managed to catch his eye and get his attention, and he gained some semblance of control of himself. He leaned over the bar and handed me a fat envelope; I opened it and flicked through making sure they were all notes but did not count them, figuring is this guy could afford the half million these two must have cost he would not stiff the delivery guy a mere 10k.

I nodded my thanks turned and left him to his California girls and drove off, deciding to head to Whiskytown Lake and hire a cabin rest up for a few days. It had been a quite profitable week, long and lots of miles covered but I had almost 30k in cash that should keep me in steak and beers for a few weeks.

A week later I got a message from Billy, seemed he had some business down south (near to where I lived) and asked if I was free to do some transporting, he also mentioned he wanted to introduce me to someone, said they had a proportion for me one that would prove very beneficial.

Well, I could hardly say no to that, plus hell I started nickel and diming and now I was making bank as a delivery driver and as long as they did not need me to off someone I was pretty much up for anything.

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Transporter Chapter 4 Amigo

Two weeks later, finds me standing outside a Motel 6 in Albuquerque just off the CanAm Highway waiting for Billy. Billy had messaged a time and place, and I was certain he would not keep me waiting; I got the feeling Billy was a man who appreciated punctuality and would not be late.

Billy rolled up in a pickup truck, a black classic Chevy from before the 50s, I guessed, nice ride. I greeted Billy who was dressed much smarter than the last time I met him. He greeted me with a firm handshake, hands thankfully oil-free this time.

“Hope I did not keep you waiting sonny, traffic has been a bitch,” he said in way of a hello.

“No, Sir right on time,” I said. He was a little late but hardly 5 minutes.

Buckle in, we have a bit of ride ahead of us but should be there in a couple of hours.

We headed east on the US 40 for a couple of hours before turning on to the turning north onto the 605 outside Milan. Diving for another hour. When he said near where I lived, he was obviously thinking Canadian miles as this sure was not close by in my book.

We drove up a dirt track and coming to a massive ranch-style single-story house surrounded by several outbuildings. There were quite a few high-end vehicles parked up and several people milling about them; drivers, I figured.

Billy pulled up and led me towards a large Mexican man with the most ridiculous moustache.

The man, on seeing Billy spat chewing tobacco on the ground and gave a stained toothed smile and came over hand extended towards Billy.

"Señor Billy, good to see you Mi Amigo," clasping each other’s wrists like old friends.

"This the man you spoke of?" he asked, nodding towards me.

I greeted him, a quick and firm handshake.

"Alex," I said.

"Yes, amigo, I know, we have some friends in common, they have had good things to say about you, let me show you around, I have a business proposition for you, one I think you will be perfect for."

He nodded to Billy, said the auction is in the usual barn, "See you later, amigo," and he led me off towards another of the outbuildings.

"So Alex, you have been a transporter for a few years, you have moved up the food chain fast but also do not seem to have an issue with what merchandise you are moving, this is good amigo, we need men that have a certain flexibility of morals," he said as he led me into the storage building.

As I enter, I see rows of cages but these were not holding livestock, or maybe from their point of view they were. Men and women filled the cages, mostly women though. I was glad to see no kids, though some looked to be only a few years out of high school.

"This is our business, we supply to those that have a need for a certain product, some work on farms; growing, some in laboratories as manpower, others shall we call it the entertainment," said with a laugh

I had an idea what he meant, many of the illegals worked off their debts this way but these were not all Latin Americans, many looked to be typical North Americans and several African Americans.

"You see, we have a few Anglos but not enough for the market needs, what we are looking for is supply, and we think that maybe you can help," he raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

I had an idea what he was asking; I transported enough packages to know the type of people that he dealt with, Billy would be one of the more pleasant people, others less so.

Money was money though, so I asked, what's are we talking about here, you seem to have a good supply of manpower already with the illegals, so I am guessing you want more specialized merchandise.

"Alex Mi Amigo, let me show you the auctions, Billy will be there, and you have seen the sort of product he deals in already." He let me through the back door, out to the big barn, with all the suits milling about.

He led me in, passing the guards with barely a nod. This guy clearly ran things here or was at the very least very high up the chain of command.

There were styles on each side, occupied by various sexes all naked, except a collar about their necks, ages seemed to range from their early 20s to mid-40s, the men were generally athletic and man pretty. The women all were shapely, some skinny, the younger ones I guessed all were beautiful, not an ugly one in the bunch.

He led me to the centre where a bidding war was going on for a girl with corn coloured hair, and an unusually large booty given her waistline and tit size. This girl had back, as they say on the street.

Clearly, she was popular as the bidding was in the 6 figures, I watched as the bidding war went on and ended when a man dressed in the robes of a Sheikh bid a quarter of a million!

"See Alex, for the right product there is a premium and if the product is exceptional, we pay a bonus," He again raised a hairy eyebrow.

I guessed he wanted my answer; I had to think about this. Moving product to supply was a natural progression, I guessed. The money sounded good, but I had to think about it, figure how I can do this and not get myself arrested in the process. Snatching was a risky business.

"I will have to think on this a bit," I said.

"Sure, sure, think on it, when you make up your mind, contact me on this number, We have a number of ranches across the country if you find yourself with something we will be interested in, call this number and you will be given directions to the nearest ranch."

"Until then Vaya con Dios Amigo, I hope to see you soon," He said, spitting again and walking off.

I wandered back to check out the stalls and watch some of the new purchases being checked out by their owners, some were already entertaining the new owners and I would say not all that willingly in a few cases. I found the sight a little arousing. Moving along the line of stalls, I found something a little more to my taste.

A middle-age woman was entertaining a number of men. She was lying on a bed made from hay bales and covered in a tarpaulin. She was literally taking on 3 men at a time and there were 3 more around her and two of those being tugged off be her while the other three fucked her in the arse, the pussy and the mouth.

Now, this was entertaining, she was not being coerced she seemed to be loving the attention, I could see she was a shapely lady maybe 40s and huge tits and arse, a real woman’s a body one that has probably delivered more than a few kids into the world.

She was hollering away, deep in the throes of pleasure though and clearly loving having her body used in this way. The men were not finishing in her but changing positions in turn so all were getting a piece.

She saw me standing at the stall door watching and letting go of a cock and gave me a two-fingered come hither.

Now I always enjoyed watching gang bangs even taken part a few times, though fucking an already filled hole just ain’t my thing. But I figured a blow job would be just the thing to distract my mind right now, so I unbuttoned and pulled out little Alex and walked up to her. She had a pretty face and though she was covered in sweat and spittle, you could still see her beauty.

Seeing me approach she brushed aside the men who were feeding her their own little buddies and grabbing my cock pulled me towards her mouth. And wow, if you can image sticking your cock in a vacuum hose and turning the power on that is what her mouth felt like, my god that woman sucked hard. She sucked in my cock, sucking like she was trying to suck milk from a cow’s teat.

Now every woman has her own method of sucking cock. None seem to be exactly the same, but this was a whole new feeling. How she was able to breathe was beyond me, and her hips were still rolling as she rode one guy under her and another was on top pounding away like a teenager.

At one point I felt her hand on my arse (hell I hope it was her hand) pulling me into her face, like damn bitch I was already balls deep, was she trying to get them in too? All the time the suction never ceased, and when I came with a holler and whopping “hell yeah,” I literally felt I was drained.

As I pulled out, she said, “kiss me handsome,” in a surprisingly posh accent. Well, it would have been impolite not to. She had kindly licked her lips clean, so I leaned in and gave her a kiss. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in for a snog. Now that was a little more than I had bargained for but hell I’m no virgin and the lady had given me an epic BJ so I returned her kiss with the passion she showed me.

Tucking the now softening little fella away and buttoning up, I turned to find Billy waiting for me, a look of amusement on his face. I guess everyone enjoys seeing a woman enjoying herself.

He nodded to the woman,

“She’s a volunteer, money going to her family, signed a five-year contract with an entertainment group I hear. Don't get many of those but looks like she will probably enjoy her time.”

“Where’s she going to be shipped,” I asked.

“She will be going to a cat house up in Alaska servicing the men on the oil lines, hard to get girls that can handle the roughnecks up there, though that one, hell, I reckon she will handle it just fine.”

“Any luck in the auction,” I asked as we headed away from the barn.

“Yup found me just what I needed for the next project, skinny thing, junkie but I will soon get her cleaned up and straightened out and head on right.”

He continued, so Carlos offered you some work,” he said this more of a statement than a question.

“You going to take him up?” he paused then continued, not waiting for me to answer. “Sure, you are, you like the money, don’t you kid,” he said with his usual whooping laugh.

“I have to think deep on it, sir, snatching is not the same as transporting, more risk of being caught,” I said.

“Yep, riskier, but a couple a year will keep you in waffles and steaks, son.” He then continued (like I said, Billy liked to talk) Let me give you a few tips, I started out snatching my own projects.

He carried on explaining: Pick your target carefully; the money is in the pretty ones and those get looked into by the LEO’s (Law enforcement officers) and you want as little scrutiny as possible. Find the ones that are hanging in the wrong places, clubs and bars, also now you also have pop up raves and kink parties, all good hunting grounds. Don’t hit the same place too often, move about, keep it away from your front yard if you can.

Now, to avoid too much scrutiny I had a trick, I would go back to their place and remove some of their things, this made it look like they had left or run away.

The other way is to make it look like a suicide, leave their car in the desert or wood, or near a bridge may be the wrong side of town if you know what I mean to get them looking at the wrong people.

“Good idea’s sir, thank you. I already was thinking about bridges, lot of people jump and never found,” I said, it was true on the big rivers or swamplands they don’t look too hard for jumpers.

“Good, son, using that noggin of yours, just don’t touch the Mexicans, they don’t like poachers, but the rest are fair game.”

“Now, what you say we stop somewhere and get us a belly buster of steak and few beers before I drop you off?” he asked, knowing full well the answer would be yes and it would be my treat of course.