Trapped (Caged 2)

The woman in front of me turned around and glared. I eyed her right back.

“My dick’s a little lower if you want to check that out, too.”

“My word!” she exclaimed as she kept glaring.

“If your word includes ‘let me drop onto my knees and take your cock down my throat,’ then we might have something to discuss. Otherwise, turn the fuck around and mind your own damn business!”

Tria smacked me on the back.

“What did I do?” I asked as I turned around. “The bitch is being rude!”

“Go get Katie!” Tria said. “She ran over by the fruit.”

I handed Tria the cash for the food and then headed off in the direction Krazy Katie had gone. I groaned as I turned the corner to find a line of her clothing leading up to a display of vegetables. Krazy Katie was lying on top of a bunch of lettuce heads, completely naked, with an apple in her mouth and her arms spread out wide, as if she were ready to be nailed to a cross. There were people standing all around, some with kids whose eyes they tried to cover from the crazy chick among the fruit. A manager was yelling at her.

“I don’t know what you are doing, ma’am,” he said, “but we can’t have you…um…lying down on the produce.”

He moved up closer to her but seemed hesitant to touch her. He pulled a little radio out of a holster attached to his belt and called for backup.

“I got her,” I said as I walked around him. I marched right up and scooped her up in my arms like a baby though she was not pleased about it at all. She wriggled and screamed and spit bits of apple into my face as I yanked her underwear up her legs.

She continued to wail and struggle as I swooped down and grabbed the rest of her clothes. I covered her flopping tits with her shirt and tucked the rest of her clothing underneath my arm, trying not to lose my grip on the nutcase at the same time. It just wasn’t working, so I switched to a fireman’s hold—tossing her upside down over my shoulder.

Tria was paying for the stuff as I headed out the door, and I met her just outside. I stopped her before she could return the cart to the corral.

“We’re taking that with us,” I told her.

“I can carry this,” she said. “It’s not that much.”

I shook my head and walked over to the cart, shoved the little kid’s seat back with my elbow, and dropped Krazy Katie into the middle of the basket. Tria forced Krazy Katie back into her shirt, and then I grabbed all the food and piled it on top of her.

“Believe me,” I said, “this is going to be easier.”

After just a block or so, Krazy Katie stopped screaming and just settled in for the ride. She busted out a loaf of bread and started eating the crusts off of each slice and then put the rest of it back in the bag. At least no one else would be sharing with her. After that, we managed to get her back to the apartment without much more than a little screaming at passersby.

Inside, Krazy Katie immediately dug for the carton of smokes and ripped them open. She lit one and hung it out the side of her mouth while she studiously ripped pieces of masking tape off a roll and taped the boxes to the bottom part of the mosaic.

“Do you want some help?” Tria asked. Krazy Katie didn’t answer, but Tria sat down next to her anyway. She tore off pieces of tape and looped them while Krazy Katie stuck them to the back of the packs and then to the wall.

I just shook my head and shoved the perishable stuff into the refrigerator. Once all the cigs were “properly stored,” Krazy Katie crawled out the window and took up her usual spot on the fire escape. Tria took the opportunity to poke around in the apartment while I smoked outside.

“Did you put your penis in her yet?” Krazy Katie asked as I lit up, nearly causing me to choke on the smoke.

“Stop saying that shit,” I told her. “Tria doesn’t want you talking about us like that.”

“That’s the only way, you know. It doesn’

t work if you’re wearing a bathing suit.”

“You’re a fruit loop, you know that?”

She didn’t say anything else but puffed away and pulled at a string at the bottom of her pants. I considered warning her that they would fall apart if she kept it up, but I didn’t think she’d listen anyway, so I saved my breath.

“Liam?” Tria called as I was tossing the butt over the rail. “Can you come in here?”

I crawled into the window and found Tria in Katie’s bedroom. There were dirty clothes all over the place, and Tria was gathering them up.

“We need to do laundry,” she said. “I thought we might as well get hers while we’re at it.”