Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 14:16:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: UnderGround Angel-4

Underground Angel: Part Four by Zane Hunter Green

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site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor
characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. Comments are very
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And there I was naked, helpless, hopeless, and desperate. The goon that I
figured was Oren was holding a gun towards me.

"Oren, can I ask for a favor."

"How did you know my name?" he asked with an accent that I still couldn't
place. Perhaps it was that his English sounded too perfect, especially
coming from a man with an IQ of a field mouse, I think one of Sash's rats
were smarter. This gave me both confidence that I could out smart him, and
the fear he would blow me away if I had to sneeze. I also felt ridiculous
standing in front of him in my state of undress. To make matters worse I saw
his hand crawl down to his crotch. I was making him hard.

He was eyeing my wares with a great deal of interest, so I decided to let
him try to flirt with me. I blushed and looked down at my feet, maybe I
could get his gun or a least information about where they were taking Sash,
as if he would know. Or at least who Sash was, and where he came from. This
was going to take some real acting ability, as well as the most distasteful
thing I have ever done. For this boy I was ready to prostitute myself.

"What favor?" he asked.

I was going to ask for a towel, but now I decided that he was my only link
to Sash.

"You're very hot, and I getting turned on just standing here naked in front
of you. Are you interested in some fun, some sex."

"I like it when a man sucks on my nice hard cock." He volunteered
enthusiastically.

"Then I'm your man." I repressed my feelings of repulsion, and then thought
I was lucky that he didn't want to fuck me, or me him. Hopefully, we
wouldn't get that far. I would suck him dry. No my mindset was all-wrong. I
had to pretend to enjoy myself for Sash's sake. I had to get him away from
men like this who would use him, harm him, corrupt him. Was I any better? At
least I know that I would never hurt him, and take him where ever this home
was that he kept talking about.

I thought about this as I unzipped and then eased down the pants of the
goon. He was as hard as an ox's horn. I took hold of his boxers, and slipped
them down, I was acting like a hungry slut. Maybe the rest of him was
distasteful but I had to admit that his cock was a beauty. It was uncut, a
rarity among my lovers in the past. Even the last cock I had seen, Sash's
boycock had the pink mushroom shaped head, but like the rest of Sashcha, it
was perfect for him.

Well I quickly stopped musing and got back to the cock in hand. I pressed my
fingers along its polished surface. It was already at full mast so gingerly
I knelt down feeling very vulnerable. I pressed my lips against his foreskin
and did some aerobics' with my tongue.

"Ohhh, he moaned in pleasure."

I suctioned him into my mouth, and started to work on the rest of his rod,
licking and throating it."

"You're good man."

Fortunately for me the goon knew something about personal hygiene, so I
started to enjoy what I was doing to spite myself.

"OHHH WOW!"

He came in a blast. Damn I had been hoping that he would start talking in a
native language. So far I gave him a blowjob for nothing. He rubbed his
sperm into my dark hair. Now I was fully degraded. It hurt where I had been
hit the night before, but a least I knew I did not have an open wound, the
bump had gone down.

Damn what to do next.

"That was really good, man!"

"Yeah" I said. "For me too, I wish I could see you again."

"Well, I'll be around for a few days, I can come back tomorrow if you want.

"I want." I really didn't but his being around for a few days,  gave me
hope. Maybe I could hire someone to follow him home the next time he was
here. As soon as he left, I showered again. I ran downstairs to check Aries.
He looked at me sleepily, and proceeded to get sick. After I cleaned up
after him I looked everywhere for the boy's box or package but I couldn't
find it. I thought that perhaps they had taken it after all. I then quickly
threw on some clothes, and high tailed it to my office.

Len looked at me in shock the minute I crossed the doorway.

"What in God's name happened to you!"

"Oh not much I got mugged and home invaded in the last 24 hours."

"I thought that you went home with someone last night."

"That too."

"Did he do this."

"No."

"Then what happened to him?

"He was kidnapped."

"Okay, what really happened, I've never seen you in wrinkled clothes, and
your hair is a mess."

"Can you see the lump."

"No, did you get hit over the head and start having delusions?"

I guess it all sounded way off to Len.

"So I think we still have the Tanka Cola account, no thanks to you not being
here to explain the ad campaign." Len went on "I guess I charmed them. Even
the owner was here, a handsome guy, he introduced himself as Jake. I never
saw anyone like him, and he seemed very understanding about your problem
with not being here this morning. Actually said to tell you if there was
anything he could do to let him know, imagine a soda company that is
privately owned, and only one of your businesses."

"What did you tell him?"

"Just that you were having some personal problems."

"Then what?"

"He said that he had to fly out to Sweden this afternoon, but you can reach
him anytime on his palm-pilot. If you have anything to discuss with him.
Well I need that final lingo you were working on, then I'll letter it in on
the story-board."

"I have it, it's in my briefcase." I looked inside and noticed that the
child's drawing of the leprechaun was wrapped around a box of some sort. It
was crudely wrapped like a child would do. I carefully unwrapped it, and
sure enough inside was  Sash's package. My hands started to shake. Inside
the package was a box. I opened it up as Len looked on. I don't know what I
was expecting but all there was inside the box was a paper. I unfolded it,
and there in the neat script of a child was a note It said:

To my dear friend,
I have been waiting for you to help me.
I have been afraid to carry my treasure with me so
You will find it at the place where I went down the incline,
Where I picked up this box. There you will find my other
Friend. His name is Sam, and he has hidden my treasure. He lives down there.
Tell him my name and he will tell help you.
It is very dangerous to write any more in case this is found.
If you are reading this, then know that I love you.
Sashcha

"What is that all about?" Len asked.

"Len, I'll be back in a few hours"

"Great, may I ask where you are going?"

"To the subway museum, that's all I can say."

"The subway museum! You're afraid of subways! You always call it the hellish
underground!"

I was out the door on my way to the one place I knew carried maps of the
abandoned subway stations. My adventure was only really beginning.