Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2021 12:11 am
Betrayal
The dinner party was a bit posher than what Sanders was accustomed to, but meeting with important people meant keeping up appearances. Her contact was one such important person – Tia Wellington, heiress to a hotel chain. But Sanders wasn’t interested in the hospitality industry. It was Tia’s connections. For the past month, Tia had been feeding leads to the journalist, providing insight into her father’s connection with the mob.
Sanders spotted Tia, who made eye contact and gestured to follow her to the secluded back garden. There, over a glass of wine, the two of them could talk in private.
“You look wonderful, Miss Sanders,” Tia teased, marveling at Sanders’ revealing dress.
“Not as much as you,” Sanders replied. They clinked glasses and took a long sip. “This lifestyle suits you better, I think. Anyway, what do you have for me this time?”
“A warning,” Tia said. “I’ve heard some rumbles at the top. They’re worried about some of their operations being exposed. Not the mob, yet. But investigation into their businesses will lead them to the mob sooner or later, and they’re not happy with that. And I know you’ve been snooping around.”
“I guess I have to lay low,” Sanders replied, taking another sip of the rich wine. Something felt strange about the after-taste. Her head felt lighter, and her vision became blurry.
“It’s important to cover yourself,” Tia continued. “I’m sorry Miss Sanders, but I have to cover myself too.”
-
Sanders awoke to find herself in the back of a car, her hands zip-tied behind her back. It wasn’t long before the vehicle stopped. Tia opened the trunk along with a strange man, one of the mob’s muscle men. Finding the reporter awake, they marched through the dark until they reached a secluded section of the beach.
“No one ever comes here,” Tia explained. “And just to make sure, we’ve blocked off the road here.”
Passing over some small dunes, they reached a flat patch of sand illuminated by the moonlight. Tia nodded at her accomplice. He gave Sanders a huge shove, sending her flying across the sand. She stumbled several steps over the soft sand until she plunged through it, sinking to her thighs. Sanders cried out, now seeing the glistening pools of water and the rippling surface of the quicksand. With her arms tied behind her back, she could only twist and squirm, the sand rushing up to swallow her curvy hips.
“It must be a frightful feeling,” Tia taunted, “knowing that you can’t escape. Your hands are tied. You’re sinking deeper, and so…slowly. It’s almost…arousing.”
Sanders looked down. Her dress had slipped to reveal more of her ample breasts, which she could nothing about. She scoffed, burning at Tia’s betrayal. “Why don’t you come and join me then?” She sank to her waist, her hands also dipping into the hungry sands. It was impossible to break free of the plastic zip-tie.
Suddenly, Tia shrieked. There was a dull splat and the quicksand lurched. Tia had just landed into the quicksand.
“What the hell?” she screamed. “What are you doing? Get me out!”
“I don’t think so,” the thug replied. “The boss thinks you’ve been a bit too close to people on the outside. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that things that only you know have been leaked. As they say, loose lips sink…oh, they just sink. Ha!”
Tia struggled to free her legs, but only succeeded in sinking to her hips. “Ugh…please, you’ve got to get me out. I’ve got money…”
“Your FATHER has money,” the thug corrected, showing a surprising amount of wit. “And if your father is willing to pay, I’m willing to pull you out. In the meantime, I’ll head back and wait for the call. If you go under before then, well…” He shrugged. “He should know better than to cross the mob.”
The thug disappeared, ignoring Tia’s protests. She looked in panic at the quicksand hugging her waist. It took several minutes of heavy breathing before Tia calmed down.
“Don’t move!” Sanders shouted. “Not a muscle.”
Tia nodded. She knew that they had to play the waiting game and hope that her father would come through. But staying still was difficult. The sand would shift even with the slightest breath. The sand rose over Tia’s chest, filling her cleavage. Sanders watched as the sand oozed over her breasts, leaving juts her head and shoulders above the quicksand.
Would they be rescued in time? Or would Tia pay double the price of betrayal?
The dinner party was a bit posher than what Sanders was accustomed to, but meeting with important people meant keeping up appearances. Her contact was one such important person – Tia Wellington, heiress to a hotel chain. But Sanders wasn’t interested in the hospitality industry. It was Tia’s connections. For the past month, Tia had been feeding leads to the journalist, providing insight into her father’s connection with the mob.
Sanders spotted Tia, who made eye contact and gestured to follow her to the secluded back garden. There, over a glass of wine, the two of them could talk in private.
“You look wonderful, Miss Sanders,” Tia teased, marveling at Sanders’ revealing dress.
“Not as much as you,” Sanders replied. They clinked glasses and took a long sip. “This lifestyle suits you better, I think. Anyway, what do you have for me this time?”
“A warning,” Tia said. “I’ve heard some rumbles at the top. They’re worried about some of their operations being exposed. Not the mob, yet. But investigation into their businesses will lead them to the mob sooner or later, and they’re not happy with that. And I know you’ve been snooping around.”
“I guess I have to lay low,” Sanders replied, taking another sip of the rich wine. Something felt strange about the after-taste. Her head felt lighter, and her vision became blurry.
“It’s important to cover yourself,” Tia continued. “I’m sorry Miss Sanders, but I have to cover myself too.”
-
Sanders awoke to find herself in the back of a car, her hands zip-tied behind her back. It wasn’t long before the vehicle stopped. Tia opened the trunk along with a strange man, one of the mob’s muscle men. Finding the reporter awake, they marched through the dark until they reached a secluded section of the beach.
“No one ever comes here,” Tia explained. “And just to make sure, we’ve blocked off the road here.”
Passing over some small dunes, they reached a flat patch of sand illuminated by the moonlight. Tia nodded at her accomplice. He gave Sanders a huge shove, sending her flying across the sand. She stumbled several steps over the soft sand until she plunged through it, sinking to her thighs. Sanders cried out, now seeing the glistening pools of water and the rippling surface of the quicksand. With her arms tied behind her back, she could only twist and squirm, the sand rushing up to swallow her curvy hips.
“It must be a frightful feeling,” Tia taunted, “knowing that you can’t escape. Your hands are tied. You’re sinking deeper, and so…slowly. It’s almost…arousing.”
Sanders looked down. Her dress had slipped to reveal more of her ample breasts, which she could nothing about. She scoffed, burning at Tia’s betrayal. “Why don’t you come and join me then?” She sank to her waist, her hands also dipping into the hungry sands. It was impossible to break free of the plastic zip-tie.
Suddenly, Tia shrieked. There was a dull splat and the quicksand lurched. Tia had just landed into the quicksand.
“What the hell?” she screamed. “What are you doing? Get me out!”
“I don’t think so,” the thug replied. “The boss thinks you’ve been a bit too close to people on the outside. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that things that only you know have been leaked. As they say, loose lips sink…oh, they just sink. Ha!”
Tia struggled to free her legs, but only succeeded in sinking to her hips. “Ugh…please, you’ve got to get me out. I’ve got money…”
“Your FATHER has money,” the thug corrected, showing a surprising amount of wit. “And if your father is willing to pay, I’m willing to pull you out. In the meantime, I’ll head back and wait for the call. If you go under before then, well…” He shrugged. “He should know better than to cross the mob.”
The thug disappeared, ignoring Tia’s protests. She looked in panic at the quicksand hugging her waist. It took several minutes of heavy breathing before Tia calmed down.
“Don’t move!” Sanders shouted. “Not a muscle.”
Tia nodded. She knew that they had to play the waiting game and hope that her father would come through. But staying still was difficult. The sand would shift even with the slightest breath. The sand rose over Tia’s chest, filling her cleavage. Sanders watched as the sand oozed over her breasts, leaving juts her head and shoulders above the quicksand.
Would they be rescued in time? Or would Tia pay double the price of betrayal?