Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 107

“That will be 12 bucks.” The taxi driver said.

After giving the man 20 bucks, and telling him to keep the change, I got out and looked at the Sheriff’s building.

“Want me to wait?” The driver asked.

“I have no idea how long I will be.” I said, turning towards the driver.

“Okay, you have our number, call when you need us.”

“Thank you.”

“Good luck.” The driver said before driving away.

The drive from the casino to the Riverside Sheriffs office at Thermal Station, was right next to the Jaqueline Cochran Reginal Airport. It was a large nice-looking one-story building in the usual style for the area. The taxi had dropped me off in front of the main entrance. Inside I walked over to the central desk.

“Can I help you, sir?” A young female police officer asked me.

She had a friendly face and showed a bright smile. Her black hair was cut short. There was something of Mexican features in her face. Her voice was soft, but clear.

“I would like to see Elsa Linnea Lindgren. She was arrested at the Spotlight 29 Casino this morning.”

“Your relationship with the person in question?”

“I am her fiancée.”

Technically I was not, but I figured saying I was a friend was not going to help me, so I embellished our relation a little. Officer Franklin typed something in on her computer. I could see that she was reading something, her eyes moving left and right.

“Your name?”

“Jack Bishop.”

If you have a seat, I’ll check if processing has been completed yet.”

She pointed to a few lounge chairs along the wall.

“Thank you.” I said, walking over to the chairs.

It was quiet in the area. A few officers walked around, and a cleaning lady was running a machine on the floor, keeping it clean. There were some magazines on the table next top the chairs, but I did not feel like reading. I sat down so I could see the front desk. Officer Franklin had gone into the back of the station, I hoped to see if Elsa was done with processing. It took several minutes before she came back. Instead of walking to the desk, she came directly to me. I got up.

“You can see Miss Lindgren now. Please note that your visit will be supervised. We are waiting for the Secret Service to come in, but you will be able to see her until they arrive. Do you carry any weapons?”

As I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, there was not much I could hide.

“No, nothing.”

“Okay, I need a copy of your ID.”

I gave her my driving license and she scanned it at the desk, before handing it back and walking me towards a door that led to interview rooms. The room she brought me to was at the end of a small hallway. She opened the door. Elsa looked up and a smile appeared on her face when she saw me. She did not get up.

“Have a seat. Video surveillance is active. Do not cross the yellow line. Do not touch your fiancée. If you want out, nock on the door, or talk to the camera.”

That last sentence caused Elsa to look at me with a surprised face. Officer Franklin left the room, closing the door behind her. There was no way to open the door from the inside.

“How are you?” I asked.

Elsa was sitting with her hands cuffed to a bar on the table. She was dressed in orange coveralls, the ones you always see on TV. Her hair was hanging loose.

“What do you think?” She said, trying to raise her cuffed hands, but the bar on the table did not give her much play.

“What happened?”

“They say I had used counterfeit money to buy chips at the casino. Where would I get counterfeit money from?”

“The only place you got money from is from the Casino’s in Vegas, that time you won the jackpot.”

“I never looked at it, I just stashed it until today.”

Frustrated she shook her cuffed hands.

“Jag är ingen brottsling. Jag borde inte vara här.” She sighed in Swedish.

“What?”

She did not translate.

“Fiancée?” She asked, looking intently at me.

“I figured that might get them to allow me to see you.”

“Oh, so you were not serious?” She said, sounding down.

“You really want to send a note to your mother telling her I proposed while you were in jail?” I asked her.

“Okay, maybe not the best idea.”

“Would you marry me?” I asked.

“We’ll find out when you ask for real. And no, you do not ask me while I am tied up.”

Suddenly the door opened and 2 female’s walked in. Both were dressed in plain clothes, pencil skorts and blouses.

“Elsa Linnea Lindgren?” one of them asked.

It was so weird to hear Elsa’s full name, as we hardly ever used it.

“Yes.” Elsa replied.

“I am officer Delmar, and this is officer Herbers. We are Secret Service.”

Elsa nodded. The two officers looked at me.

“Would you please leave us alone?” Officer Delmar asked me. “Officer Franklin will escort you to the lobby.”

I had not seen officer Franklin waiting behind the two agents.

“Just tell the truth, Elsa.” I said before leaving the interview room.

I was guided to the lobby again, settling in the same chair I had been in before.

“There is a coffee machine on your left if you feel like it, we do have decent coffee. Washrooms are on the left, just past the coffee machine.” She said before she went back to work.

I passed the time drinking coffee, which was indeed pretty good, playing games on my phone, and even reading the magazines on the table. The clock slowly creeped forward. People came and went, and I was mostly ignored. Occasionally somebody would look my way, but that was it. Hours crept by without anything happening. I was determined not to leave until I knew more about what was going on with Elsa. Suddenly I saw agent Delmar and Herbers come out of the door that led to the interview rooms. Instead of coming to me, they turned right and left the building.

“Mr. Bishop?” A male voice called out for me about 20 minutes later.

“Yes?”

“Will you follow me, please.”

We went into the same hallway heading for the same interview room. I noticed Elsa was still there, but things had changed. Elsa was no longer handcuffed. When she saw me, she walked up to me and slung her arms around my neck, kissing me full on the mouth. The kiss lasted a decent time.

“Hmmm, excuse me.” The male voice said.

“Sorry.” Elsa grinned.

“What happened?” I asked Elsa.

“The money I had came from the casino in Vegas, as we already knew. The Secret Service connected with their team in Vegas and reported that the counterfeit money was being used to keep the Casino staff on their toes. It should never have been handed out to me.”

“Wow, that is a relief.” I said, glad to be holding on to Elsa.

“They traced the numbers and found all the counterfeit bills they used. The casino will transfer the winnings, using my credit card this time, as those were real winnings. All charges have been dropped.”

“If you follow me, I will show you were you can change.” The male office who had accompanied me told Elsa. “You can wait here if you don’t mind.”

I nodded. It did not take long before Elsa came back, this time dressed in her shorts and t-shirt, her hair done up in a ponytail. She was carrying a whole bunch of paperwork.

“Can we call you a taxi?” The male officer asked. “Or we can give you a ride in one of our patrol cars.”

“I knew I should have brought your handcuffs.” Elsa said, looking at me with a wide grin on her face.

“Taxi will be fine.” I said, before the situation turned awkward.

“Oh, I can give you a ride.” A female voice said. “I am heading towards the casino.”

It was officer Franklin. She was about the same height as Elsa. I had not really looked at her, but she was actually pretty good looking. That smile I had seen when I walked in was still on her face.

“Okay, I guess.” I said.

Office Franklin guided us to the side entrance of the main lobby, where most of the patrol cars were parked.

“Thank you.” Elsa said.

“No worries. You experienced something that should not have happened, but it did. You can call me Ellen, no need to be formal.”

Elsa and Ellen walked while chatting, next to each other towards one of the last patrol cars in the parking lot. I had no idea what they were talking about, but they seemed to have fun. I only called glimpses of what they said.

“Oh, he did, did he?”

“Yes, and then he left me in there.”

“What?”

“And he did…”

I could not hear the rest. We stopped next to a Dodge Charger in Thermal County Sheriff’s colors. Ellen turned my way.

“Hands behind your back.” She said.

Elsa grinned and indicated to me that I should turn around.

“What?” I asked, slowly turning.

I had a good idea what was about to happen, and I was proven right as I felt handcuffs being locked on my wrists.

“What did I do?” I asked.

“You are arrested for being a male who does not know how to treat a lady.” Ellen told me, double locking the cuffs. “Watch your head.”

I was placed in the backseat of the Charger and Elsa got in from the other side. Her hands were not cuffed, but there was no space in the front due to all the equipment in the police car.

“Behave.” Ellen said, obviously to me.”

Elsa grinned. This was the first time she was in control, and I was tied up. I preferred the other way around, but I had no intention of spoiling their fun by playing hardball. After what Elsa had been through, it would not hurt to give her some good times.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“That is for us to know and you to find out.” Elsa grinned.

[Beaumains]

A great twist. I somehow suspected a quick end of the story with Elsa rotting in jail for some time would not happen. On the contrary, you found the most innocent and positive way to get her out. I doubt anyone else is ever as lucky as she is in these police investigations.

Only, I still think Jack acted so stupid. Why would you lie to the police in such a sitautation? Girlfriend was sufficient. If the lie was caught, it could have ended very differently. So unnecessarily stupid.

Also, I love that the police agent turns out to be kinky, and that Elsa lacked any embarrassment to tell her. Beautiful.

[dogrednuht123]

Great update. Took me a minute to remember where we last left off but then it all came back to me. Was that the first time we heard Elsa's middle name? Just curious. Loved hearing both their full names. I want to say we have heard Jack's full name before but not Elsa's middle name. I am glad Elsa got cleared of all charges but wouldn't have minded her spending more time in a holding cell - whether with a cell mate or solitary confinement. Love the kinky cop taking charge. Curious where that goes and I hope it's off the rails. Ha. So looking forward to the next part. Always love to get notifications from all your stories. Keep up the amazing work.

[slackywacky]

Was that the first time we heard Elsa's middle name? Just curious.

No, but you have to go back a lot of chapters, all the way to chapter 21 to be exact.

Don't read too much into handcuffing Jack. This is after all a M/F story

[GreyLord]

Superb clean-up on what could have been a very perilous situation. Although @Beaumains thought it was wrong for Jack to claim to be Elsa's fiancée, it seems totally understandable to me. Jack knows Elsa well enough to know she would understand and play along should any question arise.

This added a welcomed note of seriousness to the story, but you didn't let it get too serious by throwing Officer Franklin into the mix.

[slackywacky]

Although @Beaumains thought it was wrong for Jack to claim to be Elsa's fiancée, it seems totally understandable to me. Jack knows Elsa well enough to know she would understand and play along should any question arise.

In real life Jack would probably never have been allowed to see her unless he was her lawyer, but that is the freedom of being a fictional writer. Plus, I normally behave myself, so I have not been arrested (yet) to know the real process.

[The G-Man]

Wow, Elsa was incredibly lucky, but then it wouldn't done the story any good for her not to be. Interesting Jack chose to pass himself off as Elsa's fiancee; I'd like to think maybe he is maturing here, but I've been proven wrong already, so....

So, an adult version of cops and robbers, perhaps?

[slackywacky]

So, an adult version of cops and robbers, perhaps?

I have an idea and I know Jack is not going to like it

[charliesmith]

Enjoyed the latest chapter. I wonder where they will be taking Jack!

[laz]

So, an adult version of cops and robbers, perhaps?

I have an idea and I know Jack is not going to like it

sadly the last great story here is going in the wrong direction. I wish all of you the best, good bye

[charliesmith]

I have an idea and I know Jack is not going to like it

sadly the last great story here is going in the wrong direction. I wish all of you the best, good bye

There is definitely nothing wrong with the direction. @slackywacky is doing an amazing job and it is his story after all.

[slackywacky]

There is definitely nothing wrong with the direction. @slackywacky is doing an amazing job and it is his story after all.

Thank you. It is never possible to please everybody, but @laz has his/her opinion and I have no problem with that. It is not up to me to decide who reads my stories and who does not. I do write what I want and if people enjoy that, great, read the story. If not, sorry to see you go, maybe you'll come back at a later time.

[laz]

Was that the first time we heard Elsa's middle name? Just curious.

No, but you have to go back a lot of chapters, all the way to chapter 21 to be exact.

Don't read too much into handcuffing Jack. This is after all a M/F story

it seems that I missed this post.

[Bandit666]

Well I’m not one for males in bondage, or even handcuffs oh Grand Master, but I trust you as always and am sure things will return to normal soon and all will be well in the world of Jack and Elsa

[GreyLord]

Look, everyone! Hitchhiker has passed 600,000 views. Congratulations, @slackywacky.

[slackywacky]

Look, everyone! Hitchhiker has passed 600,000 views. Congratulations, @slackywacky.

And I did not even notice it. Thanks for pointing it out. Going for 700K.

[slackywacky]

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First of all, a happy 2024 to you all. Time for some story updates...

Chapter 108

I was bored a bit, but I behaved and quietly sat on the chair I was given. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, and me not being flexible enough, like Elsa, to move them to the front, I endured my punishment. You could call it a punishment, but seeing Elsa enjoying herself made me feel good.

“That color would look good on you.” Ellen Franklin stated, looking at Elsa’s toenails.

We were at V Nails in La Quinta, not far from the truck and the casino. Located between a Sprint store and a UPS store, it was a nail salon which was, based on the information Ellen had provided to Elsa, run by her brother.

“He is as gay as you can get them.” She had told Elsa before we walked in.

And he was, but he did not even look surprised when Ellen brought me and Elsa into the salon.

“Hello girl, long time no see.” He greeted his sister, hugging her, before looking at us.

“Meet Elsa and Jack.” She said. “This is Ross.”

“Is he dangerous?” Ross asked, looking at me and my cuffed arms.

“Nah, Elsa has been through some stuff, and I figured she needed some pampering. She’s from Sweden and has been with this guy for a few weeks now, and most of the time he keeps her tied up. Don’t worry, she likes it. But she has not had much time to get pampered.”

“I can tell.” Ross said after looking at Elsa’s hands. “Look at those nails. Have a seat over here, while I close the shop for now, it is a quiet day today anyway.”

Ross closed the door and turned the Open sign off. He rolled a stool over to where Elsa was sitting. Ellen told me to sit on a wooden chair which was near the coffee machine. It smelled good, but with my hands locked behind me, I was not going to get any coffee.

“You are torturing me.” I said to Ellen.

“Why?” She asked.

“Putting me next to the coffee machine. I am still a trucker.” I grinned.

She laughed.

“Maybe if you behave, we’ll give you some later.”

I just relaxed while watching the proceedings in the store. Ross examined Elsa’s nails, mumbling to himself while he did that. Ellen had taken her utility belt off and seated herself next to Elsa.

“Well, it is not that bad. You do take care of your nails occasionally I can see.” Ross said.

“If I am not tied up, I try.” She replied.

Honestly, I could not remember seeing her do her nails, but I was not with her 24/7. I made a mental note to have Elsa take time for these things. Maybe if we were on the road, I should not always keep her tied up.

“My husband tried tying me up a few times, but it never worked out. It is probably not for us.” Ross said.

Based on the statement, I figured he did not really mind.

“Come on, we’ll give your fingers a good cleaning, before we do the next steps. Follow me.”

Ross and Elsa walked over to a different area, and he started Elsa on a warm bath for her hands. Ellen looked over at me.

“You won’t run off if I remove the cuffs?”

“I’m glad you did this for Elsa. I would never have thought about it.” I replied.

Walking over she got the key and unlocked the cuffs, putting them away on her belt. I looked at the coffee machine and Ellen grinned.

“Most men don’t think about things like this. No worries, Elsa is fine. Go on, have a coffee.”

It was one of those fancy expresso machines, but luckily it was simple enough to get a normal cup of joe from the machine. And it was very good coffee.

“Elsa, you want anything. Coffee, water?” Ellen asked after we were done with the machine.

Ross and Elsa had moved back to the chair she had been sitting in before, and Ross was working on her hands. I could see that Elsa was relaxing and almost falling asleep. We had been awake for a long time, so I was not surprised. I just relaxed, the chair I was sitting on was decently comfortable and, more importantly, right next to the coffee machine.

“All done.” Ross stated, after almost two hours of work.

“Looking good?” Elsa asked me, showing her nails.

The deep red, like a great wine, suited her well. Ross had done a good job cleaning up her nails and pampering her.

“Thank you. What do I owe you?” I asked, as I was not going to let Elsa pay for this.

“Nothing, forget about it.” Ross said. “Anything for my sister and her friends.”

Ellen had put her belt on again, now that she was going outside again. She hugged Ross and thanked him, and so did Elsa. He held his hand out to me, and I shook it. It was a surprisingly strong shake, something I had not expected. Ross grinned as he saw my expression.

“Most people don’t expect it.” He said, laughing. “It’s like gays can’t have a strong handshake.”

I nodded, it had not occurred to me until that moment that I was biased too, expecting a wimpy handshake.

“Come by anytime you are in the area. And that she lets herself get tied up by you, does not mean she has no female needs, like getting her hair done, or her nails.” Ross told me.

I nodded again. I had learned a lesson.

“Thanks.” I said.

“Come on, I’ll drive you to your rig.” Ellen said as she walked to her car.

From the nail salon to the truck stop was only a few minutes. Elsa and I rode in the back of the police car again, except this time nobody was in handcuffs. It was busy on the radio.

“It was nice meeting you guys. Sorry it was under such circumstances at the beginning, but at least it all worked out. Elsa has my number in case you need me. I got to get back to work. It is a bit busy today.”

We both hugged Ellen, not at the same time, and she got into her car and drove off. I looked at Elsa.

“Breakfast?”

“No, I want to go to sleep. But a quick shower would not hurt. I want to wash away what happened today.”

I nodded. Whatever she wanted was fine with me.

“Sounds like a plan.”

We grabbed clean clothes from the truck, before walking over to the shower area of the truck stop. My shower took a lot less time than Elsa’s, but I waited for her, which was easy as the coffee was good at this truck stop and you could see the shower exit from where I was sitting. Eventually, she came out of the shower area. As so often, she had been the only person in the shower, while the men side was busier.

“That was nice. Sorry it took a little longer, but that warm water running over my body… Hmmmm.” Elsa said in a husky voice.

My mind turned into overdrive, imagining Elsa in the shower. Hands sliding over that beautiful body, the soapy water running down her breasts, her nipples…

“Get your dirty mind out of the gutter.” She grinned, seeing me stare. “Let’s go.”

Trucks were parked on both sides of my tractor and trailer, but there was more than enough space between them. Elsa climbed in through the driver’s side, leaving me to look at her rear end while she climbed up the steps. I knew she was toying with me, shaking her booty. It made me laugh. After climbing in I put away our dirty laundry, reminding myself that I needed to run a load soon, we were running out of clean clothes.

“Left, or right?” She asked, while I closed the curtains, turning the overhead light on in the sleeper.

I knew what she was asking, which side of the bed I wanted. I was used to having the whole bed, but now that we were sharing, we occasionally switched sides.

“Left is fine by me this time.”

As my bed was made up left to right in the truck, it meant I would be lying with my back to the back wall of the cabin. Most times I took the right side, which meant I was on the side facing the dashboard, allowing me to get out of bed without disturbing Elsa.

“Ooohh, what are you up to?” She grinned.

“Nothing. Most times you take the back, so I figured we switch.”

“Yeah, right, your dirty mind is up to something.” She said.

“Nope.” I grinned as for a change all I wanted was to get to sleep.

The airco in the cabin was working, cooling down the temperature, as the combination had been sitting in the sun all day. After stripping to my underwear, I got onto the bed. Elsa was doing something, but with her sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the dashboard of the tractor, I could not see what she was up to.

“Will you help me?” She asked.

She held up a pair of handcuffs from our stash.

“What you want me to do?”

I wondered what she was up to.

“Being in handcuffs today took away the feeling of safety that bondage gave me. You tie me up, sometimes using these cuffs, but I felt safe. I knew if I asked, you would release me. Today, I was handcuffed, and that feeling was drastically different. Being in cuffs without it being part of consensual bondage is not a feeling I want to experience again. So, I figured that if you cuff me, I will get a chance to get back to the feeling of being in bondage because I want to, not because I got arrested.”

“You have been arrested and in cuffs before, when they thought I kidnapped you, but I know this was different.”

A thin smile appeared on Elsa’s face.

“Sure, I will help you. But you know what happens when you are cuffed?”

“No, but I can guess…” She grinned. “I’ll end up tied even more?”

I heard the handcuffs click and Elsa locked her hands behind her back. She laid down, a little more difficult due to the cuffs, on the bed and snuggled up to me.

“Maybe if I cuddle up, you can’t get at the rest of our toys.” She grinned.

At that moment her phone started ringing. It was lying on the passenger seat, so neither of us could reach it. I recognized the ring tone; it was her mother. Elsa rolled over, sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbed her phone and threw it in my direction. I was sure I heard a couple of clicks on the handcuffs, as they were not double locked.

“Answer it.” She said, a painful expression on her face, while she lay back down next to me.

“Elsa?” Her mother asked after I put the phone on speaker.

“Hej mamma, hur mår du?” Elsa replied, lying on her side, facing me, the phone right in between us.

A conversation started that sounded like questions and answers, mostly questions from her mother and answers from Elsa. I had no idea what they were talking about. I remembered however that Elsa probably locked the cuffs tighter than intended. Slowly and quietly, I moved into a sitting position and reached where my keys were, but I could not get to them. A trucker’s sleeper is roomy, but not gigantic, so it looked funny of you had been looking at us. Me trying to get past Elsa, Elsa trying to have a conversation with her mother. Looking at me whole talking to her mother, she had a grin on her face, even though I could tell the cuffs had locked tight.

"Nej, mamma, han tar sig inte friheter med mig, i alla fall inte mer än vad jag tillåter honom." Elsa said.

Finally, I got my keys and Elsa moved her arms a little bit, so I could get to the cuffs easier. Naturally, Elsa had not been looking when she cuffed herself, both keyholes were facing towards her elbows, making it a little harder to unlock the cuffs. Plus, I had no intention of unlocking them, only loosening them enough. And I would double lock them, so she could not do this again.

"Vi är nära Los Angeles." Elsa answered a question from her mother.

I understood Los Angeles, while opening the cuffs a little and locking them. Elsa gave me a look but kept talking to her mother. The call lasted about 30 minutes, a time in which I grabbed some stuff and maneuvered back to where I had been on the bed before the call.

"Okej, vi hörs snart."

Elsa concluded the call. I put the phone away.

“Thank you. And what are you up to?” She grinned.

I pulled a 2-inch ballgag from behind me.

“I think you talked enough, keeping me awake. Time for some quiet.”

Without complaining, she knew it was useless anyway, she opened her mouth, and I strapped the gag nice and tight between her teeth. I loved how her lips looked around the yellow ballgag.

“Sweet dreams.” I said, snuggling up to Elsa.

“Hmmpppfffffff.” She replied, laughing.

[GreyLord]

It is always wonderful to get another chapter of the Hitchhiker. Thank you, @slackywacky. And it was very nice for Elsa to get pampered a little.

Happy New Year everyone!

[charliesmith]

A very sweet chapter. I wonder what Elsa spoke with her mother…

[Caesar73]

A very sweet chapter. I wonder what Elsa spoke with her mother…

Absolutely. I missed Jack and Elsa dearly @slackywacky - this was a more quiet Chapter. We will see, if Jack learned anything Yes, that Telefon Call, they talked 30 Minutes - would be really interesting what Mother and Daughter talked about

[dogrednuht123]

Great update. Loved the tender side this chapter. Nice change of pace. Looking forward to the next part. Loved the bondage phone call to her mother. Great stuff.

[Beaumains]

Beautiful update. It was a bit slower than usual (not even a cliffhanger!), but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jack seems more and more open for a real relationship instead of a prolonged hook-up. He even starts to consider things from Elsa's perspective!

[Caesar73]

Beautiful update. It was a bit slower than usual (not even a cliffhanger!), but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jack seems more and more open for a real relationship instead of a prolonged hook-up. He even starts to consider things from Elsa's perspective!

Maybe is not a lost cause after all

[The G-Man]

Beautiful update. It was a bit slower than usual (not even a cliffhanger!), but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jack seems more and more open for a real relationship instead of a prolonged hook-up. He even starts to consider things from Elsa's perspective!

Perhaps Jack is maturing? Well, one can hope. Very nice update, thank you and Happy New Year

[Bandit666]

So nice to see Jack thinking with his head and not that certain item between his legs for once, maybe there’s hope for him yet lol.

Great chapter, great flow, and once more a masterpiece to behold @slackywacky