Bull called me up on the phone. The only time he bothers speaking to me is if it's business.

"Hi, Julie, you old bag. You still got that camera of yours, or have you pawned it yet?"

"I've still got it. "

"Got a job for you then."

"What is it?'

"You don't need to know. Be parked outside your place at five thirty tomorrow morning."

"Five thirty!"

"You'll have a way to go. Don't worry, the pay will be worth the trip."

Bull knows better than to say much on the phone -- not in his line of work. He's the top muscle for one of the big shots in the city's drug trade and takes care of any little problems that crop up from time to time. Sometimes the problems include women who are getting in the way of things. Women who object to having dealers on their respectable streets for instance.

One effective antidote for that is to grab a nice middle-class married lady and take her away someplace where she gets photographed doing lots of not very respectable things with Bull. He usually takes a buddy along as well, and somebody else to use the camera and produce the prints which will make sure the lady behaves afterwards. Which is where I often pick up useful dollars: much more importantly, I get some of that magic white powder I'm always in need of so badly.

I guess that's all you need to know about me. I was quite respectable myself -- a long time ago -- but now I've got a life that I don't want to talk about. And no, I don't get involved in the photo sessions at all. Men don't go much for a women who's managed to simmer herself down with heroin to a walking skeleton covered in puncture marks.

So, I was sitting outside in my rust patched old heap watching the first rays of the sun hitting the overflowing garbage cans when Bull arrived. He was driving a commercial van with no windows in the side or doors. A younger guy with black hair and earrings was in the cab with him. Bull got out and walked over. I met him on the sidewalk, he gave me a piece of paper, not saying a word. Wiretaps are things he's always wary of.

I read the paper several times, making sure I'd got the directions down pat in my head. Bull never uses the same place twice: he never crosses a state line either. This time it seemed we were going up into the hills. There were several dirt roads to follow and I had to make sure I knew when to turn off on each of them. When I was absolutely sure I'd memorized the route I gave the paper back to Bull. He grinned and put it into his mouth, then chewed and swallowed it.

"See you around, Julie."

He got back into the van and drove off. I wondered where or who his target was. The only thing I could be sure of was that she didn't live anywhere near where Bull did, and she'd certainly never set her eyes on him before. That was why the big time dealers could get away with the games they played. Set a stranger on a stranger and it makes hard work for the cops, even if they ever get to hear about it.

Anyway, law enforcement isn't my problem. Getting by is, so I needed to be where Bull wanted me when he wanted me.

Yeah, it was a long drive. Not a bad one though; it was nice to have a chance to get out of the city.

I eventually found the place. Or what I sure hoped was the place. An old cabin miles from anywhere that didn't look as if anybody had used it for a long time. Cobwebs hung around the verandah and windows. I could soon find out if it was the right cabin though because the bottom line on the paper had read: 'X @ pump'. Well, great, there was an old hand pump off on one side of the cabin. When I checked it out I found that somebody had used a piece of chalk to put an X shaped mark at the back of the pump stand. OK, so this was where I was supposed to be. Bull would show up when it suited him and in the meantime I'd catch up on some sleep in the back seat of my car. But not before I'd checked that my camera was ready for use.

I guess it was about two hours later when the van pulled in with Bull's young buddy driving it. He looked excited as hell, probably the first time he'd ever been involved in anything as big time as a kidnapping. Whatever, Bull had to be in the back with the woman they'd lifted, which meant she was a lot wiser now than she had been about certain matters -- especially about the painful things a strong man can do with his bare hands.

To tell the truth, Bull doesn't really enjoy hurting anybody. He's a professional frightener, not some freak getting off on pain. If he'd enjoyed his work the bosses wouldn't trust him with it in case he went too far. All they want are results and no comebacks. Bull always delivers but never goes an inch beyond what's necessary -- and he never shows any mercy either.

I got the cameras and went over to the van. The driver was kneeling by the front of the van unscrewing the license plate and putting it into a bag.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Julie. What's the score with this one?"

"Hi. Sam's my nick. It's some teacher who's been making a scene about deals going down in her school. Bull's going to teach her to keep quiet."

"Yeah? What's she look like?"

"Christ, I'm coming in my pants just thinking about it. She's drop dead gorgeous."

"Sounds like you've got yourself some good working conditions." Sam laughed and walked around to the back of the van with me following him.

"First time I've ever done anything like this. Would never have thought it was so fucking easy. We were waiting in the car bay next to hers at the school. We grabbed her and shoved her inside the van before she had a chance to say shit. Bull went inside to baby sit her while I parked her car a couple of miles away and came back in a cab. After that the only worry was finding this place. Sure looks like a good place to do some open air screwing."

"Yeah, Bull always organizes things well. You've even got a great day for it."

"I guess you've worked with Bull a few times before?"

"A few times."

"No comebacks?"

"No. Nobody gets hurt, and no woman with anything to lose is going to want the sort of pictures that I take being posted to her family or friends."

Sam grinned: "Or passed around her classroom, either. Reckon Bull and I can give her some fucking she wouldn't want her students to see."

He put the other plate away in the bag, then locked the bag in the van's cab. He passed the keys to me: "Here, take these. You'll soon be the only one around here with any pockets."

Sam banged hard on the side of the van with the flat of his hand three times. The back doors swung open and a collection of woman's clothing was hurled out. Then there was the sound of a hand smacking on flesh, followed by a wail of despair and Bull's deep voice.

"Out you get, Ms Montgomery. Don't worry, you're among friends."

A completely naked woman came out of the van, staring at me and at Sam, half trying to turn her body away from our eyes, one hand fluttering wildly in the air and then settling on her pubic patch, her feet skipping around amongst the sharp stones in the grass. Her face was twisted in a combination of shock, anger and panic. Sam was absolutely right, she was a real good looker. Tall, long legged, pert tits, vivid blue eyes, and long blonde hair tied up in a white ribbon. Well tanned as well, both ways, because her body was mostly California brown and there were several red patches on her butt were Bull had passed the time of day by giving her a bare bottom spanking.

"Who are you?" she asked me in a trembling voice.

"I'm Julie, I'm here to take the photographs of you getting laid and don't bother asking me to help you because I couldn't even if I wanted to. My advice, Mrs Montgomery, is to do exactly as you're told. Be smart and you can be back home at your usual time without a mark on you. Look around you, it's just you and the guys here and you're sure not in any position to argue."

Her mouth hung open as she looked around at the deserted cabin and the empty countryside. Stark naked, hardly able to take a step on the stones, two strong guys and a woman with a camera around her neck who obviously didn't give a shit. And Bull had already spanked her ass for her as a warm up to what was coming. No, Mrs Montgomery was surely in a spot.

"What do you want?"

Bull dropped down from the van wearing nothing except his singlet and trainers. He grabbed his cock, waving it at her and grunting like a bear smelling honey.

"That answer your question?" I asked her. "In case he hasn't introduced himself yet, that's Bull. The other guy is Sam -- I'm Julie. Where do you want to start, Bull?"

He laughed: "Hard to tell when it all looks so good." He lumbered towards the teacher and she gasped as he picked her up in his arms as easily as if she was made of styrofoam. Then he walked over to the pump to sit her down on the stone slab it was mounted on. He picked up a bucket from beside the pump.

"Put your hands down on the stone and open your legs wide. I'm going to wash the smell out of your snatch, teacher."

She shook her head but still did as he wanted. Bull tossed some water from the bucket straight between her legs and it must have cold from the night chill. Cold enough to make her cry out with the shock, anyway.

"Take the first one of her that way, Julie. She looks real good. Hey, and Sam you can stand behind her. You'll want a souvenir snap of this cock sucking bitch. As for you, Pamela, I want you to look as if you're as eager as hell for what's coming. Give us all a real sexy smile, there's a good girl."

She seemed surprised that Bull knew her first name, then gave a kind of hesitant smile but slipped her hand between her thighs.

I lifted up the Olympus. "She's still got her hand on her pussy."

"Let her keep it there for this one," Bull said. "It's the only halfway decent pose she's going to be allowed for the rest of the day. Sammy boy, as soon as you've finished shucking off your clothes you can line up behind Ms Montgomery."

Sam was already stripped down to his shoes and stood behind the pump, his fingers playing with his stiffening prick as Bull laughed at the prissy expression on the woman's face.

"You don't look too hot to me, teacher. Maybe it's that puddle of cold water you're sitting in. Whatever, we'll soon have you steaming."

He put one hand on her shoulder, the other behind her neck and pushed her back until she was overhanging the edge of the stone washing slab. "OK, teacher, take a deep breath, turn your head to the right and start sucking like you've never sucked before. Otherwise you'll be getting some lessons that you won't like."

END OF PART ONE