I guess I always knew that my boyfriend was a bit of a rogue so it wasn't really a surprise when I found a map that looked like part of a plan for a bank robbery.
I suppose it was stupid of him to have something like that written down but that was Nick all over. It never occurred to him that anything could go wrong and that the map would be pretty incriminating in the wrong hands.
Of course when I raised the subject he denied it. Eventually I persuaded him to reveal all by saying how exciting I found that kind of thing. He was so easy to manipulate.
Apparently four of them were to be involved. The map basically showed details of the interior of the bank with the positions each of them was to take up and the escape route afterwards.
I asked Nick about his role and he said that he was to keep an eye on the customers to make sure they didn't cause any problems. He seemed slightly embarrassed and there was obviously more to tell so I pressed him.
Finally he told me that it had been agreed that the best way to control the customers was to make them strip down to their underwear.
Well that interested me quite a lot. I suppose I've always been something of an exhibitionist and there's also a bit of the submissive in me as well.
Of course Nick didn't want me involved. I could see his point but for me it was just too good an opportunity to miss.
In the end I won the argument and it was agreed that I would be in the bank when the robbery took place.
All I had to do was choose what to wear.
I selected a brown jacket, blue jeans and boots. Underneath I had a white lace bra and skimpy white panties, sexy underwear but still fairly respectable.
The day of the robbery arrived and I went into the bank about ten minutes before I expected Nick and the others.
I didn't join the queue at the counter because it would never do for my business to be complete before the robbery. Instead I concentrated on reading a few of the leaflets that were on display. I noticed a man gazing at me and thought to myself that he was going to have a treat.
There was a sudden disturbance and shots were fired. I'd known what was going to happen but it was still a shock. The robbers were all wearing masks but I could recognize Nick and then I heard his voice.
"Take of your clothes. Down to your underwear."
This was the point of the exercise and the moment I'd been anticipating but still I was nervous. There is just something so intimidating about being threatened by guns.
I took off my jacket and folded it neatly on the ground. Then came my boots before I started to fiddle with my belt.
Nick was watching me closely and out of the corner of my eye I could see that the man who had seen me before was doing the same thing.
I finished with my belt, opened the button to my jeans and started to pull them down, feeling a frisson of excitement as I revealed my panties. After my jeans it was my shirt which left me in my bra and panties.
I could feel the cold but also a kind of primeval fear that came from my near nakedness. It didn't really matter that I'd planned for this. I was completely defenseless and that frightened me.
I just stood there for a moment, trying not to catch anyone's eye but very aware that one man, despite his own state of undress, was gloating over me.
"Down on your knees."
I hadn't expected that but was quick to comply.
Down on the floor I found it easier to relax and started to look around. A couple of the men avoided my eye and it was obvious that they had been checking me out. That wasn't a problem since the reason I was in the bank was the opportunity that it offered me to get down to my underwear in front of a bunch of men who were strangers.
The robbery itself didn't take long and soon the four gang members left us. After about a minute one of the male customers stood up and suggested that we get dressed.
The bank manager came out from his office and apologized for what had happened and told us that the police were on their way.
I dressed fairly quickly well aware that, with the danger passed, pretty much all the men were enjoying the spectacle.
The police arrived and took our names, addresses and an initial statement. We were asked to report to the police station within the next couple of days to provide a proper written statement.
I went home and was there when Nick arrived. He asked me what kind of day I had had and I told him.
I was anxious to repeat the experience but Nick was wary. There was a serious risk I would be recognized by one of the other gang members and there was no saying how they might react.
Nick promised to think of something and eventually came up with a solution.
"Why don't you pretend to be a cocaine addict. I know someone who would supply you. All you have to do is pretend you don't have enough cash. Just leave the rest to him."
So that was what we agreed.
Nick went to meet his contact and I followed him later. I had settled on wearing a pair of white cotton trousers which I love. The material is so thin that in a certain light my panties are visible straight through them. If I am feeling tarty then I wear black panties with those trousers but on this occasion I wanted to play a different role so I wore white.
Nick reckoned that when it was obvious that I didn't have the money then the dealer would suggest some sexual favor himself. If that didn't happen then Nick would make the suggestion.
I was determined to put on some airs and graces, to come over as an arrogant bitch, so that my humiliation would be all the greater. Black panties would have been just too obvious.
I arrived at the dealers flat and knocked on the door. The guy answered and I realized that Nick couldn't have chosen better.
The guy was just the definition of a sleazeball, greasy hair, unshaven, unkempt clothes and a strange smell about him. I was confident that he didn't get much female company but that made him ideal for our purposes.
I walked into the flat and acknowledged Nick who was standing there. The dealer had worked out how thin my trousers were and when he followed me he was obviously trying to position himself to get a good view of my VPL. It was degrading to know he was looking at me like that so I gave him a look of disdain. This was a genuine response to his attitude but also intended to establish that, so far as he was concerned, I was off limits.
I came straight to the point.
"So do you have the stuff?"
"If you've got the money."
I pulled the notes out of my pocket and handed them to him.
"This isn't enough."
I looked at Nick.
"But you said."
He was irritated.
"I told you how much."
The dealer interrupted.
"Maybe there's another way you can pay."
"What do you mean, you creep?"
"I mean what are you going to do for us? That's if you want the stuff."
"Do you want me to tidy up? This place sure could use it."
