2013 Bonnie & Clyde [OF]

Nicki pulled her jean jacket closed around her exposed belly in an attempt to stay warm. She hated trolling for guys on cold nights. She had only been out for thirty minutes and already she was over it. Safaree would have to just deal. She began to walk towards where he was parked when a guy pulled up near the curve.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled.

He was kind of cute and had a welcoming smile. He looked young but she could tell that he was over 18. His car was fairly new but she figured by his age that his parents probably bought it. She hoped that he was a complete douche. She hated when they were nice. It made things so much harder for her.

"Hi." She smiled.

"You, uh, you looking for a date?"

"Date?" She laughed. "No, no thanks." She began walking and let her tight skirt hike up a little. He drove slowly along the curb.

"Let me give you a lift then. It's cold out."

"I don't know, mister. You might be some kinda psycho or something."

She stopped and looked at him. She quickly read him. He wasn't crazy, just desperate. Probably trying to blow off some steam from studying for finals or something. She wondered what her life would have been if she'd have went to school.

"I'm not." He laughed. "Promise."

"Really. I can walk. Its not far."

"Come on." He leaned over and opened the door. She looked around at her surroundings and made sure no one was around before getting in.

"Thanks." She shivered as the heat made contact with her skin.

"No problem. Where to?"

"Just keep straight."

"I'm sorry about my comment. You're way too pretty to be a prostitute."

"You think so?" She smiled.

"Yeah. I mean, if you were a little taller I could totally see you doing runway."

"Aw. That's sweet. Can I call you Sugar?"

"Um, my name is Ryan."

"I asked if I could call you Sugar." She straight faced him.

"Um. . .sure. Of course." He chuckled.

"Good." She smiled. "Whatcha doin' out this late, Sugar?"

"Blowin' off some steam. I got finals in a couple of days."

"Oh, do you live on campus or-"

"With my parents. It sucks. Moms a stay at home wife so you know how that goes."

"No, no I don't. How does it go?"

"No privacy." He shook his head.

"Oh. So, where were you going to take me if I were a looking for a date?"

"Oh. Um, the back seat." He blushed.

"So, why don't you pull over?" She asked seductively.

"R-r-really?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, you're a nice guy. Just pull into this alley up here."

He did as she instructed and parked. It was dark but that didn't tame his eagerness. He quickly climbed into the back seat and she followed. She straddled him and he instantly began groping her roughly. She could tell that he hadn't been with many women. . .if any. He tried to pull her close to kiss her lips but she pushed him back.

"Not on the lips." She smiled. She tried to stay in character while she wondered where Safaree was. She was growing irritated but she couldn't let it show.

"You're so pretty." He said panting before he kissed her chest.

"Oh, yeah?" She began rocking back and forth on his lap trying to think of more ways to stall.

"No. No. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Well-" Nicki was interrupted by a knock on the window.

"Oh, shit! Its the cops!" He panicked.

"Shit! I can't go to jail again." She rolled off his lap.

"Jail?!"

"Well, yeah. Soliciting sex is a crime." She rolled her eyes and the knock came on the window again.

"But you said-"

"Nevermind what I said!" She leaned over him and opened the door. "Yes, officer?"

"Um, I'm going to have to ask you two to step out of the car." The officer said.

"I didn't do anything. She told me that-"

"Sir, I didn't ask for an explanation. Just step out."

They did as told and stepped out. Once they were out the officer slammed Ryan against the car and cuffed him. Nicki huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Do you have to be so rough, Ken?"

"Barb, chill." Safaree turned his attention back to Ryan. "Yo, where the keys?"

"Wait. Are you guys. . .are you robbing me?" Ryan asked when it finally dawned on him.

"No, babe." Nicki said sympathetically. "We're borrowing it. Is that ok?"

"Fuck no!" He got loud and Safaree slammed him into the car again.

"Sa-, I mean Ken! Stop. He's really nice." Nicki said.

"I didn't like how he was grabbing on you and shit."

"Well, if you were on time for once-"

"Are you guys seriously about to argue. . .right now?" Ryan asked.

"Shut up, Sugar." Nicki rolled her eyes.

"Yo, Sugar?" Safaree chuckled.

"Don't make fun." She pouted.

"Go change the plates woman."

"Ok." She smiled and pecked his lips. He was being so demanding tonight and she found it sexy.

"And get the tape."

Once they had taped Ryan's mouth Safaree began taking their belongings from one car and putting it into the other car while Nicki changed the license plates. Safaree tossed all of Ryan's stuff to him before putting their stuff in. When they were done Nicki took the tape off of his mouth and uncuffed him.   

"Ok, listen very closely. The guy we took that car from is a millionaire and has a reward of $20,000 to get it back because it's a classic. Now, you can drive that car if you want, sell it for what it's worth or turn it in and collect the reward. We really are only borrowing your car. It'll be no more than six maybe seven hundred miles out of state."

Ryan didn't say anything. He was still in shock at what was going on as he sat on the cold concrete in the dark alley.

"Oh, and Sugar. . .next time you're with a lady, take your time and go slow. Don't be so eager." She hopped into the car with Safaree and they were gone.

"Nic, you gotta stop arguing with me and questioning me in the middle of that shit."

"You need to be on time and stop making last minute changes. Stick to the plan."

"I do."

"You didn't. We never discussed the cop scenario. Never." She said irritated. "And while you're doing fucking costume changes I could be getting my ass beat or raped. Think about that next time."

He sighed as he turned into another alley. They both quickly changed their clothes and Nicki switched wigs and took out her contacts. When they were done they put car decals and bumper stickers on the car. Once everything looked in place they began driving again.

"Ok, who we visiting?" Safaree asked.

"Um," Nicki looked into her folder. "Chuck Stevenson. He's a businessman, wife, dog, no kids but he coaches little league baseball."

"Don't they all?" Safaree huffed. " Where to?"

"Ohio."

"Cool."

"Faree?" She said in a small voice.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Can we make that stop? Please. I won't even take long. I just-"

"Nicki, you know how risky that is."

"I just need to see them, Faree. It's been a year almost."

He sighed, "Alright. You gotta be quick though."

"Oh, my gosh! I love you!" She kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, whatever. You owe me."

"Baby, you can have whatever you want." She said seductively. "As long as you wear that uniform." She laughed.


Moments later they pulled up to Nicki's mother's house in Queens. The last time she had been here her mother kicked her out. She said that as long as she was living the way she was living that she wasn't welcomed there. Nicki couldn't stop though. She got a taste of justice in the rawest form and she was addicted to it. It cost her a lot but she felt that it was worth it.

Safaree watched from across the street as she went looking for the spare key. Once she found it she disappeared into the house. Nicki took off her shoes at the door as to not make any noise. She made her way through the dark house and to her brother's room. She watched him sleep for a little while before she bent down to kiss his forehead. When she went to stand she heard his small voice.

"Nicki?" He whispered groggily.

"No." She whispered. His eyes fluttered opened and he sat up quickly.  She covered his mouth before he could speak.

"Shhh." He nodded and she released him.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered.

"I just wanted to check on you guys. How's mommy?"

"Fine. She finally stopped crying all the time. Are you coming home?"

"No, not yet."

"Mommy said you'd come home in a bag or a box. Whatever that means." He shrugged.

She bit her lip and sighed, "Look, I have to go lambchop. Keep doing good in school and don't give Mommy any problems, ok?''

"Ok."

"And don't tell Mommy I was here."

"Ok."

"I love you."

"I love you."

After peeking into her mothers room briefly she left the house. She locked the door and put the spare key back before getting into the car with Safaree. She didn't say anything as he pulled off. She just stared out of the car window. After a long period of silence Safaree finally spoke.

"We can stop whenever you want. Really." He grabbed her hand and caressed it while he drove.

"No, things haven't changed in the system yet. Once it does then we'll stop."

"Nic-"

"Safaree, please. . .please, just drop it, ok?"

"Alright." She leaned over and laid her head in his lap. She silently cried as he caressed her back until she fell asleep.


Days later they found themselves in Ohio, as planned. They did all the things the normally did, stayed in a cheap motel, researched their victim and tonight was time to put the plan in motion. Nicki checked her surroundings in the night before approaching the door. She rang the doorbell and looked back at Safaree who was looking into the hood of the car. She ran her fingers through her burgundy wig while she waited. Chuck opened the door without even asking who it was.

"Well, hello there." She said in a southern accent.

"Hi."

"Um, our car sorta broke down in front of your house and our phones conveniently died. If you would be so kind as to let us use a phone or-"

"Of course." He nodded with a smile and stepped aside.

"Do you mind if my husband comes in? Its awfully cold out."

"Of course."

"Louis, come on in here and stop fiddling with that mess!" She yelled out.

"Louis?" He mumbled to himself and shook his head before walking in.

"You guys aren't from here. . .are you?" Chuck asked as he led them through the house to the phone.

"No." Nicki said. "Just passing through."

"For what?" He asked, taking his eye off the pair.

"To see you, Chuck." Her thick southern accent was suddenly replaced by a New York one and he couldn't recall telling her his name. He turned around swiftly and was met with a gun.

"Bring any attention to us and I will blow your fucking brains out." Safaree said.

"Please, whatever you wa-"

"Chuck, its best if you don't speak until spoken to." Nicki said sweetly and smiled. "Shall we head to the garage?"

"Yeah." Safaree answered.

Once they were in the garage Nicki cuffed a naked Chuck to a chair and shoved a sock in his mouth. Tears steadily ran down his face as he tried to figure out what he had done to deserve this. Safaree set up the video camera.

"Ok, Chuck-a-dee." Nicki placed her hands on her hips and looked over the sad scene before her before speaking again. "Basically, you're in our courtroom and you're already pretty much fucking guilty so we just gotta figure out the punishment."

"Hmmm mmmm mmm mm mmmmmm."

"What was that, Chuck?" She smiled before pulling the sock out of his mouth.

"I didn't do anything. I'm a good person." He sobbed.

"Oh, yeah?" She asked with raised eye brows.

"Yes." He cried.

"Oh, so in the summer of. . .hmmm," She turned and looked at the information in her folder. "Oh, summer of 2005. . ." She turned to face him. "So, in the summer of 2005 you did'nt force you're 16 year old nephew to have a sexual relationship with you?"

"I would never do anything like-" Nicki slapped him across the face hard.

"You lie to me and I will break your fucking jaw and cut your tongue out!" Chuck just sobbed. "Answer me, Chuck."

"I didn't. . .I didn't. . ." His breathing was hitched as he sobbed. He began shaking his head in a "No" motion and Nicki frowned.

"Oh, Chuck." She sighed. "Guess we gotta do some surgery."

"What?! What do you m-mean?!" He cried and sniffled.

"Balls, Ken, or the peen?"

"Hmm." He thought deeply. "Make em a BC."

"Balls cockless?" She smiled and when he nodded she began to cackled. "Oh, that never gets old Chuckie."

She pulled a bag over to her and got on her knees on the floor. He stared down at her crying silently.

"It's better if you don't look, Chuck."

He took her word and looked at the ceiling. As she stuck the syringe into his penis she poured warm water over it. As he lost the feeling in his penis he cried out. Nicki and Safaree laughed. They never actually caused any serious physical harm to their victims, they just severely mind fucked them until they confessed all that they had to. 

"Ok." He cried hard. "Ok."

"You gonna confess?"

"Yes. I did it." He sobbed harder.

"Hold on Chuck-A-Dee, we gotta get this on camera."

After getting his confession on tape they packed up all of their things. After they were done Nicki uncuffed, Chuck. Just as they were almost to their car they heard a gun go off. Nicki got into the car and slammed the door. Safaree got in and shook his head at her before starting the car and pulling off.

"Why do they always do that, Faree? Why?" 

"We have that man on video confessing to shit that's gone get him locked up for years. He was gone lose everything anyway." He shrugged.

"But now I feel bad."

"How do you think his nephew felt before he took his life? Remember why we do this, Nic."

"Do you think we're going to hell, Faree? Like, do you think God will find the good in this?"

"If he's how my Grandma told me. . .then I think he might forgive us. We aren't doing this to get nothing special like a trip to heaven, though."

"I know." She sighed. "I was thinking that after we make these last five or six stops that we can settle down for a while. Maybe have a real wedding?" She bit her lip and smile at the side of his face.

"I'd like that, baby."

"Really?!?" She squealed.

"Yup." She pulled his face to hers and began kissing him. When the car swerved he pulled away.

"I love you." She smiled.

"I love you, too."  He glanced at her and smiled. "Now, get sexy. We need a new car."


















This will NOT have any extra parts. Erm, was this idea too crazy? It felt too crazy, kinda, that's why I hesitated writing and posting it. It also doesn't have enough OF but whatevs. Thanks you guys who read and comment on this blog. I have all these ideas and I like sharing them and getting feedback.