Mick sat outside a Sydney cafe at a table under a sun unbrella, carefully watching the passersby as he sipped his strong black sweet coffee. It was nice to get out of the outback every now and again and head into the civilisation of the cities for a change of scenery and a change of victims.
The standard of female tourists increased dramatically when you entered the cities, it was no longer homely athletic rambling types of tourists that hitch hiked from place to place, all back backs and unflattering practical clothes, no in the cities it was pampered, spoiled high class tourists who had their trips paid for by their rich parents. Highly attractive and scruptiously kept high maintenance on their appearance to continue looking good. Styled hair, makeup and tight figure hugging clothes, he licked his lips in antisipation just thinking about it.
Normally to Mick pussy was pussy he wasn't fussed they all ended up the same way anyway dead in his mine shaft in the outback, and although the rewards were high, the risk too was also just as high. Police swarmed round the cities and therefore he only treated himself to these types of victims rarely.
It wasn't too long before a tall skinny red head perked his interest, she swaggered by as if she owned the bloody place her hips swaying in a tightly fitted black flowery dress. His eyes wondered along her curves her large breasts and skinny waist, he licked his lips and smirked. Oh yes he had found the one she was defiantly his next victim. There and then he knew he just had to have her, he was instantly obsessed.
Slowly as to not draw attention to himself he rose from his chair and threw some money on top of his bill, not concerned by whether it was the right amount and started to follow her. He knew she was bound to return to her home sooner or later and once she did then and only then would Mick know her location.
Mick sighed with frustration and ran a hand through his hair impatiently as he watched the red head walk into another shop carrying already handfuls of shopping bags, he'd lost track of exactly how much time he'd spent following her.
"Jesus fucking christ how much boring girly bullshit can one girl do in a day?" He sighed to himself bored, all he wanted was for her to head home so he could find out where she fucking lived. He took his brown hat off and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and replaced his hat back on his head. It was so hot and he was sweaty and irritable, he was too tired for this bullshit the quicker he found out where she lived the sooner he could jump in his truck head home and hide from the hot Australian afternoon sun. But then that was when he had an idea and decided to follow her into the shop.
Mick scanned the crowded shop looking for her, his eyes went wide when he spotted her. Mick boldly walked towards her and pretended he wasn't looking where he was going as he purposly bumped into her, Micks bulky broad frame sent her flying onto her ass on the floor with a thud.
"Oh God excuse me I'm so sorry" Mick acted as he picked up some of her scattered bags and held his hand out to help her up.
"Thank you" She said sweetly taking his large strong rough hand then smoothing out her dress once he'd helped her up.
"Sorry Girlie, I wasn't looking where I was going, do you need help with these?" Mick offered.
"No I'm ok I'm heading home now anyway" Mick instantly recognised the english accent, bloody pommes he thought to himself.
"Well how 'bout I give you a life my trucks just a few blokes away?" God he was good at acting he thought to himself, I should have made a career out of it. She smiled and nodded.
"That would be lovely thank you" She said and proceeded to follow him out of the shop to his truck. Mick grinned he couldn't believe how gullible she was getting into a truck with someone she didn't know, and by the way she acted he knew she wasn't a threat to him, he could easily outfight her she seemed as sweet as pie.
They sat in silence as Mick drove, her eyes scanned him taking in his features. His long sideburns, tanned muscular tattooed arms and a stern face. He was rough around the edges and he seemed eery but he was being so kind to her.
"Names Mick Taylor pig shooter and outback legend" Mick boasted.
"Samantha" She said shyly he seemed scary and harsh but he was giving her a lift so she didnt know what to make of him.
"Where you from? Pomme are ya?" He asked.
"I..I'm from England" Samantha said frowning.
"Yeah they usually are" He chuckled.
"I...I'm here on summer break from college" She explained, brilliant Mick thought there was noone here who would miss her and noone to connect him to her. "What you doing in the city then Mick?" She asked, Mick shrugged his shoulders.
"Change of scenery, get a break from it all ya know" Samantha nodded understandingly, she knew exactly what he meant.
They pulled up outside her house.
"Well this is me" She said opening the truck door.
"Thank you so much Mick" She said smiling leaning over and kissing him gratefully on his rough bristle covered cheek, his sideburns tickled her face. Mick struggled to hide the shock he felt from the kiss, usually women wouldn't give him the time of day let alone accept his offer of driving them home AND giving him a thank you kiss. He knew he was going to enjoy taking her as one of his playthings he had a hunch that she would be different from all the rest.
"No problem girlie" He said chucking "see you around" He said grinning showing his teeth, Samantha smiled and nodded it would be nice if she knew a few people round the place. She then grabbed her bags and got out the truck. Mick smirked as he watched her walk into her house, he finally knew where she lived. Now the fun could really begin.
