The Debt Collector – Part 1 re-posted

It was a hot August day in Nevada. We sat in front a large house in an upscale gated
community not too far from the city limits of Las Vegas. The lawn maintenance van we
had stolen the night before worked perfectly getting us past the guard gate. That dumb
rent-a-cop didn’t give Freddie a second look. I was hidden in the back with Tyrese.
Being 6’6” tall, Black, and weighing about 280 lbs, he usually proved useful as my
muscle for any jobs I did. At 24 yrs old, he was an ex-football player that was banned
from playing college sports for gambling and placing bets against his own team. I met
him at school, and since he made me so much money on the games that he fixed, I put
him to work for me after he lost his scholarship. I dropped out of school after my uncle
was convicted on a laundry list of charges, including loan sharking, bribery, and
extortion. He asked me to handle his business while he was away and I fit right in.
Freddie was another one of my hired hands. I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s
not so bad for a Mexican kid. After he did a stint in the California prison system for auto
theft, he came back home to Nevada. We hooked back up and he’s been doing jobs for
me ever since.

I was sitting there thinking about what I was going to do to this deadbeat when I had
him kneeling on the floor in front of me when I saw his front door open. He stepped out
and his wife Jill followed him onto the front step to kiss him good-bye. She was a knock-
out! I knew that she was 34 yrs old and hot, but this was the First Time I actually saw her
firsthand. She was blonde, about 5’9”, with a great set of tits, which I guessed were
probably about 34D. She was wearing a tight fitting, low cut, blue silk robe, which barely
went halfway down her thighs. As he went down the walkway and got in his shiny new
BMW getting ready drive off to work, I couldn’t help but to get even more pissed off.
With his gambling debts mounting, this deadbeat was still driving his BMW to work and
his wife still had a Cadillac Escalade. I couldn’t believe it as I sat in the back of the
stolen van watching him drive away. All in due time, I thought to myself. This is going to
be a long day! As he pulled out of the driveway and headed off to work leaving his wife
and kids behind for the day I told the guys to get ready to set my plan in motion.

I motioned for Freddie to pull into the driveway. It was around seven thirty and that
beautiful wife of his would be getting ready to bring the kids to school. We had to be
quick to stop that. As Freddie and I walked up the walkway, I couldn’t help but chuckle
at the small lawn service sign advertising the company that we stole the van from. It
was a nice lawn, well maintained and it pissed me off seeing that this deadbeat owed
me money for two months and was living in this upscale neighborhood with his perfect
little family. He is a real estate agent, and with the housing market crashing the last few
years, his income wasn’t keeping up with his spending and gambling habits. Most of his
expenses no doubt going to maintain that hot piece of ass we were about to pay a visit
to right now.

Freddie rang the doorbell and his wife answered. That sexy blue robe she was wearing
barely covered her tits as she pulled it tighter trying to conceal them. “Can I help you,”
she asked as she peeked out of the front door. She had the door opened slightly to talk
to Freddie and he made his move. He pushed the door open all the way, knocking her
backwards. She fell to the floor, her eyes widened with fear. She was about to scream,
but Freddie was lightening quick catching her off guard and getting on top of her, while
whipping out his butterfly knife and bringing it up to her throat. “No, no, mi chica. You
scream and I‘ll slice that beautiful white throat from ear to ear.” I took a quick look
around the neighborhood to check if anyone witnessed our home invasion. Everything
looked good, so I stepped in with a big evil grin on my face. Once inside I moved quick,
locking the door behind me and pulling the curtains closed. Then I kneeled down on the
floor next to her. “Do anything stupid and it’s going to get a lot worse than it has to be.” I
said. “Now where are the kids?” She was terrified! “Th.. Th.. they’re upstairs getting
ready.” Looking into her pretty blue eyes so wide and panic stricken made my cock
jump in my pants. I looked at her lips, which were trembling now, but full and glistening
with freshly applied lipstick. I could only think of them wrapped around my hard 7” cock!
“Bring her to the living room and have her make the calls.” Freddie had her call the
schools letting them know everyone in the house came down with the flu and wouldn‘t
be coming in today.

I went through the utility room into the garage and hit the door opener. As the garage
door opened I waved Tyrese into the garage and closed the door behind him. We didn‘t
want the van sitting in the driveway all day attracting any attention. “Don’t forget the bag
with the duct tape!” I yelled out. He looked up at me and smiled. “Got it boss!” When we
walked past Jill, she took one look at Tyrese carrying the bag with a roll of duct tape
sticking out and started sobbing. As we went up the stairs I could hear the blow dryer
going in what I guessed to be the daughters bedroom. I headed that way and motioned
for Tyrese to go into the other bedroom. I cracked open the door and slowly and quietly
stepped into her room. I looked around and saw a typical pre-Teen bedroom with all of
the girly decorations and boy band posters on her walls. She had a shelf on her wall
which was full of trophies for cheerleading and gymnastics. The door to her bathroom
was slightly ajar and I could see her standing there drying her hair. The girl that was
standing there in front of the mirror was an exact version of her mother only younger.
She was still wearing her cute little cotton pajama set. The top barely came down past
her perky young mounds, leaving her tight waist and belly button exposed. The p.j.
shorts that clung to her full round ass cheeks barely covered the crease where her long
shapely legs met her ass cheeks. I guessed she was thirteen. I could hear a little
struggle going on in the adjacent bedroom and knew Tyrese had found the son.
Apparently she heard something too because she turned off the blow dryer in an
attempt to hear better.