ESCAPE ROUTE
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2025 4:56 pm
Escape Route
Trixie was in trouble all right…
Deep trouble.
It was only a matter of time before Harry and his goons found her.
Ten grand she owed him. Five bucks left.
And even that had disappeared somewhere between the bar and the ambulance.
They’d chased her through the city—
neon lights, heat burdened streets, dry humidity, tires screaming.
Then she’d made her mistake—running blind across Sunset boulevard
They had been in pursuit
The sedan missed her by inches, the world spun—and everything went black.
She’d woken up under harsh hospital lights, her head ringing like church bells.
They said she was lucky.
Trixie didn’t feel lucky.
Because she wasn’t the only one under observation.
Harry had people everywhere.
And if one of his girls showed up in scrubs, it wouldn’t be for medical care.
Her own clothes—gone.
Purse, shoes, her five damn bucks—gone too.
They’d stripped her clean, like she never existed.
She had to move.
Fast.
Trixie watched the nurses come and go.
Trying to work out a pattern........a regime
They were all frigging different too..........too fat, too thin or too just plain old.........
One of them—pretty thing, dark hair, about Trixie’s size—kept smiling when she came in.
A wedding band caught the fluorescent light.
Nice lady. Sweet voice. Probably had no idea what kind of hell she just walked into.
She was the one...........
Trixie put on her best helpless act.
Asked for help sitting up.
Played weak, wounded.
The nurse leaned in. Close.
Too close.
Trixie’s hand moved like a snake.
A quick struggle.
White pantyhosed sheathed legs all in flurry of kicking out and trying to find purchase.........
A muffled gasp as Trixie’s hand clamped over her small cute mouth
She squeezed harder..........
The struggling began to slacken off...........
There was less muffled screaming..........
Then silence.
Seconds later, Trixie stood over the bed, breathing hard.
The nurse lay under the sheets, out cold.
Only her bare shoulders on show.........
She was naked under those sheets
Trixie had tied her up with medical tape they had conveniently left in her room
They would not do that again.........
Now Trixie wore the uniform—white shoes, ID badge, the whole setup, white sheer pantyhose and waist slip too
All still warm from the nurse.......
She also had to ‘borrow’ the woman’s underwear..........not nice, but they had taken her own to God knows where..........
She had asked enough.........
What was Trixie supposed to wear.........
And luckily the nurses lace and satin bra fit her good.........her panties too........
There was a locker key in the pocket.
A name tag that said Marianne Collins.
“Sorry, Marianne,” she whispered, tucking the tag into place. “Needs must.”
She glanced once more at the unconscious woman.
Then at the door.
If she was lucky, the locker held civvies, maybe some cash.
Maybe even a set of car keys........those she needed
Because one thing was certain—
she couldn’t walk through downtown L.A. dressed like a nurse.
Not with Harry’s hounds sniffing the pavement.
And luck?
Well… Trixie had never been too good at that part.
Trixie was in trouble all right…
Deep trouble.
It was only a matter of time before Harry and his goons found her.
Ten grand she owed him. Five bucks left.
And even that had disappeared somewhere between the bar and the ambulance.
They’d chased her through the city—
neon lights, heat burdened streets, dry humidity, tires screaming.
Then she’d made her mistake—running blind across Sunset boulevard
They had been in pursuit
The sedan missed her by inches, the world spun—and everything went black.
She’d woken up under harsh hospital lights, her head ringing like church bells.
They said she was lucky.
Trixie didn’t feel lucky.
Because she wasn’t the only one under observation.
Harry had people everywhere.
And if one of his girls showed up in scrubs, it wouldn’t be for medical care.
Her own clothes—gone.
Purse, shoes, her five damn bucks—gone too.
They’d stripped her clean, like she never existed.
She had to move.
Fast.
Trixie watched the nurses come and go.
Trying to work out a pattern........a regime
They were all frigging different too..........too fat, too thin or too just plain old.........
One of them—pretty thing, dark hair, about Trixie’s size—kept smiling when she came in.
A wedding band caught the fluorescent light.
Nice lady. Sweet voice. Probably had no idea what kind of hell she just walked into.
She was the one...........
Trixie put on her best helpless act.
Asked for help sitting up.
Played weak, wounded.
The nurse leaned in. Close.
Too close.
Trixie’s hand moved like a snake.
A quick struggle.
White pantyhosed sheathed legs all in flurry of kicking out and trying to find purchase.........
A muffled gasp as Trixie’s hand clamped over her small cute mouth
She squeezed harder..........
The struggling began to slacken off...........
There was less muffled screaming..........
Then silence.
Seconds later, Trixie stood over the bed, breathing hard.
The nurse lay under the sheets, out cold.
Only her bare shoulders on show.........
She was naked under those sheets
Trixie had tied her up with medical tape they had conveniently left in her room
They would not do that again.........
Now Trixie wore the uniform—white shoes, ID badge, the whole setup, white sheer pantyhose and waist slip too
All still warm from the nurse.......
She also had to ‘borrow’ the woman’s underwear..........not nice, but they had taken her own to God knows where..........
She had asked enough.........
What was Trixie supposed to wear.........
And luckily the nurses lace and satin bra fit her good.........her panties too........
There was a locker key in the pocket.
A name tag that said Marianne Collins.
“Sorry, Marianne,” she whispered, tucking the tag into place. “Needs must.”
She glanced once more at the unconscious woman.
Then at the door.
If she was lucky, the locker held civvies, maybe some cash.
Maybe even a set of car keys........those she needed
Because one thing was certain—
she couldn’t walk through downtown L.A. dressed like a nurse.
Not with Harry’s hounds sniffing the pavement.
And luck?
Well… Trixie had never been too good at that part.
