The Kinky Adventures of Jumpy Janice

Chapter 10
‘Ripping off the Motor Home’

The next Morning we woke to the sound of Harleys. It was sunny, but the ground was kind of steamy, still wet from the rain. We looked out the window and saw about a dozen bikers outside. Jake yelled out to them, and we went downstairs and outside to meet them. These guys were cool. Jake was telling them about how he kicked the guy’s ass that ripped them off.

“Yeah, Rex was his name”, one guy said.

Jake told them how he tossed him off the moving train, but that he probably wasn’t dead, so they still had to find him. We kept quiet about Rex, except for the part of how he’d tried to kill us.

Turns out this is about as far as the trains go, unless you get on one that gets loaded onto a big barge going to Seattle.

They put us on the back of their bikes and took us about ten miles southeast to a biker bar, appropriately named Hog Heaven, where they had some great food. We all stuffed ourselves, and we paid for all the boys breakfast. Well, that meant a lot to them, so we were ok in their book. After breakfast, we said goodbye, I even gave Jake a kiss, which made his day he said, and we started walking, hoping someone would pick us up. An hour later, a big logging truck went by and stopped ahead. When we got up to it, the guy told us to climb on in, so we did. We started talking, and he told us that some guy had stolen one of their logging trucks last night. He said, no one’s ever stolen a logging truck before. Turns out the trucks are parked near the railroad at night. We had to wonder.

We rode with the logger for another hour, and then he had to let us out as he was heading off in another direction. There was a little town there, with a crappy little motel; with ten rooms set up in a U shape, probably so the manager could watch all the rooms. He was a creepy old fart, sitting there with his binoculars. Just watching the rooms and the highway like an old peeping tom. The Kid checked us in under fictitious names and paid in cash.

The room had a funky old shower with the tile falling off the walls, but we didn’t care as we’d gone miles and miles without a rest and smelled pretty funky ourselves. We all took showers, and afterwards we took a little walk in the woods behind the place, a kind of Wilderness Park. As we were coming back from our walk, and approaching the motel, we couldn’t believe our eyes. Low and behold, there was Jason and Karen’s motor home in the lot, still all damaged on one side. Shit, how could this be? We snuck back into our room, and kept it down, but I’ll admit it’s times like this that get me excited. The adrenaline was flowing and I was ready for a good fight. The Kid snuck around the back to get to the front desk, and asked if the couple with the motor home had asked about friends, pretending he was a friend. The woman there, who turned out to be the creepy old fart’s wife, said she’d just gone on duty when they were checking in, and that they had asked, but she couldn’t tell them much as her husband hadn’t mentioned us.

We kept an eye on their room, and decided that if they went out, we’d break in and take their keys.

About an hour later, they left their room for the restaurant next door. They were even nice enough to leave the window open a bit, so The Kid climbed through, found their keys, stole their ammo, and what was in the shotgun too, and got out. They came back a while later, and we could hear the door slam shut as they went inside. Then The Kid decided to sneak under the window, outside their room and listen, to see if they’d realize the keys or the ammo were gone. He came back a while later, and said it sounded ok. We all took naps and figured we’d wake up about 2AM and see if they were sleeping.

Our alarm went off. It was about 2:30 in the morning. We got up, packed up, and Gabriel and Lucy grabbed all the bags, and started walking down the road with them, while The Kid and I got into their motor home and got ready to crank it up and haul ass. We’d stop down the highway, and pick the girls up, but in case something happened, we could jump out, and head into the woods. The Kid had the 9mm, and I the 38. He got the motor home started, and he’s backing it out slowly, trying to be quiet. We see their room lights come on, and a few seconds later, Jason comes running out with his shotgun, minus the ammo that The Kid was smart enough to take. Still in reverse, The Kid nailed it now, trying to distance ourselves from Jason, but accidentally slams the motor home into a telephone pole by the road and it comes crashing down. All the lights went out and the wires were sparking. So The Kid slams it in drive, and nails it again as Jason is still running toward us. Jason puts the shotgun to his shoulder, aims right at the big windshield, intending to kill us. We can see him pumping it and pulling the trigger to no avail, his face looking very confused. We almost hit him as we careened past him, and he took the shotgun and smashed out a side window, but we got away.

We stopped just up the road, to pick up Gabriel and Lucy, and then nailed it again, as Jason was still running after us. Jason had managed to get close enough to the motor home, and jumped on the back holding on to the ladder. So The Kid slams on the breaks, puts it in reverse, and nails it, backing the motor home into some trees, Jason still on the back. We hear the sound of breaking branches, Jason screaming and the thump of him hitting the ground after he falls off. The Kid throws it back in drive and nails it again, and off we go. My adrenaline’s pumping, and we’re all laughing our asses off. Knowing there was no cell phone reception, and with the landlines out, because we’d taken down the pole, we figured we were pretty safe for a while.

We drove till it started getting light out, and then found a dirt road that led deep into the woods, to hide out on. About a mile off the highway now, the trees were very thick, so we figured that no one would ever find us. We’ve been here a few days now, running the generator, and eating their food, and having lots of sex. I needed it. I had so much pent up energy that it had to go somewhere. The Kid is our hero now, so we’re being pretty nice to him.

Chapter 11 The Quarry

A few days later now, still in the woods, we woke up to the sound of a helicopter overhead. This wasn’t good. It circled a few times, and we heard some guy on a loud speaker ordering us to come out with our hands up. We really didn’t know how they could see us through the trees and dense brush, but The Kid told us that they sometimes have infrared cameras than can see heat. We figured we’d stay put, as they may think we’d deserted the motor home and that they’d give up and fly away.

Well, that wasn’t happening. They continued to circle for a long time and then we saw them fly back towards the road. It sounded like they may have landed, possibly heading in on foot to try and find us. This could be our chance to escape, hiking into the dense woods and hiding, and they’d think we’d abandoned the motor home and they’d take it and leave.

But the heaters were still on, so they’d know we were close. Finally, we came up with a better idea that would give us more time. We started the motor home and drove deeper into the forest, although we had no idea how far the fire road went. We had to be real quiet, because if they heard us, they’d go back to the chopper and follow us in the air. If only we hadn’t taken the dirt bike earlier, although it did save our ass at the time. We kept driving and eventually came to a cliff that went down to a granite quarry filled with water. There were some old buildings there too. We figured we’d drive the motor home off the cliff and sink it in the quarry, and then maybe the chopper would think we’d continued on the road, wherever it went.

So we took what we could carry and got out, with as much food and personal items as we could
stuff in the bags. The Kid drove the motor home up to the cliff, left it in drive, a
nd jumped out just before it went over. Lucy was crying, because she was afraid he’d get killed. We all watched as the motor home started sinking, the engine still running for a bit, before chocking and sputtering out. Down it went, slowly at times, then a gush of air, and it’d sink some more. Gabriel was telling us that we should hide, but we had to see it sink first. The damned thing wasn’t going down all the way though. A few feet of it were still sticking out of the water, like it wasn’t ready to die yet. The Kid figured it was trapped air, or that it had hit bottom.

Now we heard the chopper in the distance. Had they already walked into the woods a mile, and then back out again? Maybe one of them had walked in, and the pilot was still in the chopper, and they were on the radio with each other? Maybe they had a car too? We didn’t know, but it was in the air and we could hear it.

The Kid still figured if it was trapped air holding things up. He’d shoot the back window out, releasing the air, and it’d sink. But would they hear us if someone were still on the ground? Lucy told him to use a rock instead. We found a big one, laying close by, and The Kid tossed it, busting out the back window with what sounded like a loud smash, and it finally started sinking again. In a few seconds it was under the murky water, with lots of bubbles still surfacing, and we were running towards one of the old wooden buildings. We got inside just as the chopper came up on us. It circled around a few times, and then followed the road deeper into the forest. We had to figure that no one was on the ground, or the chopper would have gone back to pick them up, but we weren’t sure. If we stayed, and there was a guy on the ground, we’d be screwed, but if they were in the air, and saw us in the forest we’d be screwed too.

Lucy yelled at us. She’d found another building with a ladder that went underground to a granite room that opened to the quarry pit where we’d sank the motor home, so we all climbed down, and hid out. A few minutes later we heard the chopper come back and then the guy on the speaker again, ordering us to come out with our hands up. Well, we stayed put and eventually the chopper went away. Lucy wanted to hit the road, but The Kid insisted we stay put for a while, which turned out to be a good decision. A few minutes later we heard the chopper again, and the guy on the speaker was yelling orders again. Then we hear a vehicle coming closer on the dirt road. So they did have ground support. Not good. It sounded like a few guys got out, and were yelling stuff as they checked the buildings, but no one saw the ladder going down here, and they finally drove away. The Kid, who had climbed back up, said he saw them going deeper into the forest. This was a dilemma. Should we stay put, and chance them bringing in dogs, or searching the quarry further, or should we try to get back to the road, chancing getting spotted, and try to bum a ride from some passer by?

Darkness was falling, almost three hours later now. We’d been standing on the main road now for what seemed an eternity. We’d chanced it, and left our granite underground room, and walked the two miles back to the highway. A bunch of logging trucks, packed with big logs on the back, had passed in the last hours, but they weren’t stopping. Then came another big logging truck, this one empty, and he pulled over, and waved us up. We climbed in. The guy asked us where we were headed, and we told him we were just headed southeast, back to the lower forty-eight. He told us they’d been on the lookout for a stolen logging truck. People had spotted it, saying someone, they’d never seen around these parts, was driving it. A real tall guy that looked angry, he said. Said there were some bandits that stole a motor home too. He told us, that the guy that owned it had been taken to a hospital, and had reported that it might be a guy and three girls he’d had problems with, but he wasn’t sure. We told him we didn’t know anything about that. He let us out at the next truck stop. Said he wasn’t going much further, and this was a better place to get another ride, so we thanked him and got out. It was dark now, and there was another logging truck parked in the truck stop. Maybe its driver was heading our way and we could get a ride.

We played it a little smarter this time. Gabriel went around back and went in a back entrance, as we didn’t want to run into either Jason or Rex, like we had before, and The Kid, Lucy, and I, stayed outside, hiding behind a little building. She got back, noticeably shaken. Rex was inside eating, off in a corner, where he wouldn’t be noticed. The logging truck outside was probably the one he’d stolen. We thought about calling the cops anonymously, disguising our voice, but everyone we’d ever talked to, said it can take hours for them to show up, and we knew they were after us too. The Kid decided he’d sneak into the logging truck, hide behind the seat, and wait and see if Rex came out. He’d let him drive a ways, and then put the Gabriel’s gun to his head, and order him out, and do him in. Maybe just kill him in the truck, and walk back.

Well, we weren’t going to be able to eat, till he left anyway, and we all decided that The Kid would go through with it. We just hoped that it really was the truck that Rex had supposedly taken. The Kid chanced it, and climbed in the truck, and we waited. About a half hour later, Rex emerges, and walks toward the truck, and climbs in. A minute later, he’s driving away, with The Kid. We went inside and ordered dinner.

Chapter 12
‘Flight to Tacoma’

Hours went by, and The Kid wasn’t back. We decided to walk south on the dark highway, hoping that The Kid had done the deed somewhere ahead, but we saw nothing, and were worried. Lucy was crying. She said she loved The Kid. After walking for miles, we started looking for a ride. An hour later a big guy named Buffalo in an old wrecker picks us up. Said he was headed to an accident, where someone reported a logging truck had gone off the road. They thought it might be stolen.

A half hour later we’re on the scene. The huge truck had gone over an embankment, and rolled down into a stream. We all got out, and the wrecker guy grabbed his gun. We ran down the hillside, seeing only what the wrecker’s spotlight had illuminated. Buffalo yells out. “Anyone hurt?” But there was no response. When we got to the truck we found no one. What had happened to The Kid and Rex? We kept screaming out for someone, but no one was there. It took the wrecker guy hours to get the truck pulled up to the roadway, by then we figured it was well after midnight.

Buffalo offered to put us up for the night. He lived about an hour back into the Yukon, in an old house in the woods. It was really cold, so we went back with him. Lucy was crying. She was worried about The Kid. She said she loved him, and would die if he were hurt or dead.

The next morning Buffalo’s girlfriend, a fat Indian chick he called Barbie, made us breakfast. Buffalo told us she used to look like the Barbie doll, but they both ate too much and got fat. We all talked a while, and they left for work. They were headed the other way, but told us to take showers, and just lock up when we left. We used their phone to call Lucinda and see if she’d heard anything. She was really glad we called and had a lot to tell us. The cops were looking for three girls and a guy, but had no names. Thought they were related to Rex, whose picture had been on TV now, wanted on a slew of charges, but nothing concrete. Thought they might be the vandals that were stealing motor homes. Motor homes? How many were being stolen? She hadn’t heard from The Kid, but said she’d leave a message on Lucy’s phone if she heard anything.

We left and got picked up by a young unshaven guy that was headed to work at the local airstrip just outside of town. Said he knew a guy that was flying down to the Seattle Tacoma area, and sometimes took passengers. When we
got there he hooked us up. The pilot’s name was Snide the Sn
ake, or so he was called. He told us he ran freight up and down the coast. Contraband too, he laughed. “That’s our little secret.” he said, and then told us that he knew who we were, and that we were lucky he was saving our asses. “Your friend Jake and I go way back.” he said. We were in shock. What a small world it was up there. He said that Jake had figured it out, after hearing more reports, and knew we needed a way out. Said we had a job at his buds topless club in Tacoma if we wanted. Wicked Wally, the owner, would be expecting us.

Snide started the engines, taxied a little, and off we went. We felt relieved to be in the air, away from all the people looking for us down below. But, where was The Kid, and what had happened last night? Snide had a favor to ask us, as payment for the flight. We had to deliver a package to a house in Tahoma. Not a problem we said. He told us not to get caught with it, and to make sure it got there, as it was worth some serious cash.

A few hours later we were descending into the SeaTac airport. Then we were down, got our stuff, and the package, and thanked Snide. We grabbed a taxi; giving him the address where we’d take the package to, and off we went. A few minutes later we were there; a house in a run down area, we got out, walked up to the place, and knocked on the door. A big guy, with a long beard, leather Harley jacket, and biker boots answered the door. Strangely he looked a little like Jake, and had a raspy voice like Jake’s.

“Come on in girls.” he said. “Name’s Wicked Wally, although I’m usually not all that wicked. I’m Jake’s brother.”

We all looked at each other. This was Wicked Wally, and he was Jake’s brother? We were in shock again. He asked us if we had something for him, and we handed him the package. He told us that Snide would have delivered it himself, but they wanted to see if they could trust us. Wicked, as they called him, took us out to a fish dinner down by the harbor, and we got to know each other. We asked him why Jake hadn’t told us that he was his brother. He said that it was a long story, and that it was better that the people up there didn’t know.

After dinner Wicked took us to his club The Beaver Pond. A bright neon sign outside that read ‘Wicked Women & Kick’n Men Welcome’. It was an off night, so there wasn’t much happening. A disk jockey, in the corner, was spinning CD’s, a few girls were dancing on tables. Wicked said there were a few more girls, in the back, taking care of business. Told us to just hang out, and get used to the place, so we did. Later he told us if we wanted to work, he’d put us up, and we agreed.

Days later now. We’ve been dancing at the Beaver Pond for a few nights. The money is real good, especially if you’re willing to do favors in the back room. You know when a lap dance becomes an accident in someone’s pants. Lucy, Gabriel, and I, do a live lesbo act on stage that draws big crowds, and makes Wicked real happy. Gets him real hot, and he pays us big bucks to take care of him in the back afterwards. Some of the other girls hate us, as we’re stealing all the business. Fuck them, I say. Let them do their own lesbo act. They’re not as hot as us either.

A few days later, now settled into an apartment not far from the club that Wicked has provided us. Lucy gets a cell call. It’s Rex. He’s up in the Yukon somewhere, and is holding The Kid hostage. He wants his money, and a lot more too. Said we’d taken ten thousand, but he wanted twenty thousand for The Kid. Said if we didn’t show up, he’d kill him. We told him to put The Kid on the phone. He didn’t sound good and we could hear Rex pounding on him, laughing that maniacal laugh of his. We told him to hang in there, and that we’d rescue him somehow. Rex snatched the phone back out of The Kid’s hand. He told us that the cops were looking for us too, so not to screw up, and if any cops did show up, The Kid would die for sure. Rex said that The Kid was getting tortured every day, and that every day it would get worse for him, but to take our time. He was having fun. He said he’d call tomorrow and tell us where to come. We heard The Kid scream and then Rex hung up.

That night we told Wicked the story, before we started our shift. Before we left for the night he called us into his office in the back. Said he’d talked to Jake. Jake said that a lot of people were looking for Rex now, the loggers too. He’d see what they could figure out. We all agreed that we’d wait for Rex’s call.

Chapter 13
‘Held for Ransom’

The next day Rex called. He said The Kid was in bad shape, as he’d beat him pretty good the night before. He asked us if we had the money and we told him that we were working on it, but would have it. He told us to get back up there somehow, and meet him at an abandoned canning factory, on an inlet, and gave us directions. He told us again, that if anyone else came, The Kid was dead. Told us he was waiting and that the longer we took, the more The Kid would suffer, and hung up.
We went to work that night and told Wicked everything. He’s pissed, but said if we end up getting Rex, his brother Jake and his biker boys, would be real happy. Wicked said he’d call Jake and they’d put a plan together.

The next morning we got a call from Wicked. Said to get down to the club ASAP, so we could all talk. We finished breakfast, and Lucy was a mess. She hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. Gabriel was in the shower doing herself, so I got in and we had some pretty good sex.

When we got to the club, Snide the Snake, our pilot, was there with Wicked. They’d decided that we’d take ten grand of their drug money, and another ten that we had, back up to where Rex was. Snide would look for an airstrip close enough, where we could land, and have someone meet us with a car we could use. After we made the exchange, Jake’s boys would move in and do Rex in, hopefully not getting spotted while staked out in the woods.

We went back home and grabbed our part of the money, and headed to the airport to meet Snide. Wicked called, and said that Jake’s boys were on their way, but it would take them a few hours, about as long as it would take us to fly back up there. Snide had found an airstrip close to the old caning factory, where we’d all meet up.

An hour later, Snide, Gabriel, and I, were in the air, headed back up north. Lucy stayed home in case Lucinda called with any information. Besides she was a nervous wreck, and we didn’t need her messing things up.

Late afternoon now, we landed at an abandoned airstrip about a half hours ride from the cannery, where we’d make the deal. It was cold, and it looked like rain was on the way. About a half hour later, Jake and some of his badest boys rode up on bikes, one of them with a truck that Gabriel and I’d use to drive to the cannery. We stuck all the cash in a heavy green canvas bag, figured out how to get there, giving Jake’s boys enough time to hideout first, and discussed how we’d pull it off. Jake’s boys would surround the place, and then we’d drive in and meet Rex, and make the switch.

In a few minutes, Jakes boys took off, giving them a head start to get ready. Then Gabriel and I left in the truck. The sky was getting really dark, and you could tell the rain was on the way.

A half hour later, we got to the cannery. It was right on an inlet, like Rex had said. As soon as we parked and got out, we heard Rex yelling from a building. He wanted to know if we had the cash. We told him we did, and he motioned for us to come closer. He came out with The Kid, who didn’t look good, with blood on his clothes. He told us to drop the money and walk away, and he’d release The Kid, so we did. Well we should have known that Rex had something up his sleeve. We see Jason run out, and yell,

“They’ve got us surrounded Rex.”

What the hell was Jason doing here, and how did he know Rex? Rex starts screaming at us, calling us bitches, and telling us that we double-cr
ossed him. Rex screams out, “Anyone stop us, and The Kid gets it.” A couple of Jake’s boys e
merged from behind some buildings and told Rex that if The Kid got it, he was dead. Jason had gotten behind us now, and had a gun to my head now. They ordered us to a boat they had at the shore, still at gunpoint, and ordered us to get in. Jake’s boys couldn’t do anything now, in fear that we’d end up dead. One of them was telling Rex that he was a dead man. In a minute Rex had fired up the engine, and we headed out to sea. Jake’s boys were on the shore now, and getting smaller by the minute. Soon we were out to sea, and out of sight. Jason suggested that they just kill us all now, but Rex had other plans for us, telling Jason that they could get more ransom money for the rest of us now. I asked Rex how he met up with Jason, and he laughed and said that it’s a small world up here. They told us that we’d messed with the wrong guys. The sky had gotten really dark, and the rain was coming down now. We were all getting cold and wet.

An hour later we pulled into another little harbor with some abandoned looking buildings on the shore. Rex ordered us out, and took us all into one of the buildings. They tied us all up, and then that fuck Jason started molesting both Gabriel and I. Rex was fucking with The Kid, and started rubbing his dick all over his face. Then Jason pulled down my jeans and panties, and raped me. I told him he was dead, and he just laughed, telling me that I was dead when they were finished with us.

They had a car outside, and we could hear them talking about how Jason would get to a phone, and call someone they knew, that knew how to contact Jake’s boys, about getting more ransom money for us. The rain was coming down pretty hard now making a lot of noise on the building’s steel roof. Jason left with our money bag, telling Rex he’d put it in some place they’d agreed on for safe keeping, and then he’d get to a phone and start making calls. He drove off in the pouring rain.

Later that night Jason has still not returned. Gabriel asked Rex if she could pee, and he told her to pee in her pants, and that he wasn’t untying her. I figured I’d tell Rex that I had to throw up, and unless he wanted to smell it, he better let me go outside. He did, and dumb shit didn’t even watch me, telling me that I better return, or he’d kill Gabriel and The Kid. I went outside and pretended I was getting sick.

When I returned it was with a metal pipe I’d found outside, that I’d stuck in my jacket. Rex ordered me back to the chair I’d been tied to, his gun stuck in his pants now, and came over to tie me up again, but I pulled out the pipe and whacked him on the head real hard, and he fell down. I tied him up nice and secure just before he came to, and took his gun. Then I untied Gabriel and The Kid. We were all ecstatic, and the first thing The Kid did, was walk over to Rex, still coming to, and kicked him real hard in the balls. Then Gabriel and I took turns kicking his balls, and then The Kid told Rex to blow him, telling Rex that the tables had turned, calling him every name he could think of.

We decided to take Rex outside in the pouring rain, and tie him to a tree and gag him, so that when Jason got back he’d just think that Rex was out someplace. Rex told us that he’d freeze to death out there, but we told him that we didn’t care.

Two hours later Jason returned and was coming in. Gabriel and I pretended that we were still tied to our chairs, and we’d tell Jason that Rex had left to go somewhere with The Kid. Jason came in, had a shot of whiskey, and sat down and relaxed, and kept asking where Rex and The Kid were, as it had been a while. We just kept telling him that we didn’t know. Jason finally passed out, and I walked up with the gun and put it to his head, while The Kid, who’d snuck back in, grabbed his gun. He woke up cursing telling us that when Rex got back he’d kill us. We just laughed, and tied him up. We asked him where the money was, and he told us to fuck ourselves. He said a buddy had it, and it was long gone. Well why would they split it with a buddy we wondered, and figured he was lying. So we started kicking his ass, and told him that unless he told us, and one of us could get to it, he was dead.

After a good half hour of beating him, lying to him, telling him that we’d killed Rex, and that we’d kill him too, he finally admitted that he’d taken the money to Karen who was in a motel, called Lincoln Lodge, about 20 miles up the highway. I left in the car they had, and told Gabriel and The Kid to keep an eye on Jason and Rex.

An hour later, in the pouring rain, I found the Lodge, and found out what room she was staying in. Her room light was out, and the windows and door were locked, so I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I busted the window, and got in but there was no green canvas bag, and no cash. The room was completely empty, like someone had been there, but it looked like they’d left. Where was Karen, and where was the money? I was exhausted, and fell asleep on the bed.

I awoke the next morning. The rain had stopped, and sun was shining through the slit in the curtained window. Karen had never returned. Had she ripped Jason off, or were they up to something? I called Wicked’s club using the room phone, but no one answered, so I grabbed some breakfast and headed back to the abandoned building.

A half hour later I got back. The Kid came running out, frantic. He said that somehow Rex had gotten loose, and snuck up on Gabriel and grabbed her gun while she was passed out. He told me that he’d been exploring the buildings, looking for food, when Rex got lose, and that he was coming back in but stayed hidden when he heard all the noise. He said they looked for him, but gave up, and took Gabriel with them, walking out, on the road. I was pissed.

I told The Kid to hang out and wait for me, and I drove back to town and I called Wicked’s club again. Wicked was there now, and said he’d gotten a call from Lucy. Rex and Jason had called her, and said they had Gabriel hostage, and wanted Karen and the money back in exchange. But I didn’t have Karen. Had Karen taken off with all the money, and left Jason? Things were getting complicated.