Bad Work Day - The Jewellery Store
Hector Brown hated working on Sundays. As the store manager for a downtown jewellery branch, Sundays were almost dreadful. Not a soul would be found on the streets; the religious would be in church and the rest would be anywhere but here, enjoying all the benefits a warm summer day could deliver. And today just happened to be a warm summer day.
He liked his job, he really did. He enjoyed that look of sheer pleasure on the faces of his customers when he found them that perfect ring or a stunning necklace. That would make his day. That was probably the only thing that he had left in his life that he could draw pleasure from. His soon to be ex-wife had found a younger richer man and still had the cheek to wring him dry to the tune of half a million pounds. The conniving bitch! Hector caught himself before he spat his disgust on the spotless carpet. What would his co-workers think?
Even though Sundays were slow days in the morning, they usually picked up in the afternoons when people returned to the downtown core to shop away their hard-earned paycheques. So he had a full complement of staff. On his roster he had Kelly, Michelle and Sasha idling away their Sunday with him. He couldn't have asked for a better crew; they were all hard workers and fantastic salespeople.
Kelly was in her early thirties, and the mother of a two-year-old girl. Hector smiled, remembering the time when Kelly had brought her in. Such a happy child. The smile faded as he remembered the myriad of fingerprints she left everywhere. You couldn't fault her for it, all kids that age were inquisitive, and she was so adorable you wouldn't have the heart to hold it against her. Her mother was a fitness freak and had worked herself back into a size 6 within 6 months of delivery. She was feisty and tenacious and brought all that positive energy to work everyday, bless her.
Michelle just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday the previous week and was just back from a holiday in France. Her French boyfriend had pulled out all the stops during the trip and had pulled out a beautiful diamond ring at the end of it. Hector had had a hand in the choosing of the ring. Pierre had swung by one day about a month before and let him in on his plan to sweep Michelle off her feet. And it seemed to work. Michelle still had that glow on her, and it wasn't from the Parisian sun. She was in love, and it would take a lot of rain to bring her down from cloud nine.
Sasha was the baby of the group. She had only just joined the company a year ago after dropping out of law school. Hector always wondered what had brought her to sales from a possible life stuck behind a desk. Perhaps it was just that. Hector would not have enjoyed a desk-bound job either. Sasha was probably twenty, or perhaps twenty-one now, but you wouldn't tell from her sales manner. She was a seasoned pro, strong and calm, and seemed to know how to read people. She knew when to strike and when to pull back. Maybe that was the common link between law and sales...
Moving around the glass cases, he continued his mental checklist of items to be done. All cases were cleaned, display pieces neatly lined up, and his staff looked impeccable. It was required of the gentlemen to be sharply dressed in a dark suit with a tie. He had his Calvin Klein suit on today, and it made him look younger than his forty years. He worked out often, preferring a run in the park to the same on a treadmill, and had kept his beer gut in. He considered himself fortunate, considering his love for a stiff gin. He had been drinking more of that stuff since his marriage started fraying.
The requirement for the ladies was similar. Skirt suits or pant suits were the common trend, and today the skirts were winning two-to-one. Kelly was the only one in pants. Her clothes always fit her so well. She wasn't top heavy, but breastfeeding had given her an extra cup size to balance out her amazing ass. It sat perfectly on her body, and her two-inch heels helped to push them up and out. She had a short blazer on today, and it stopped just above her luscious behind. You wouldn't want to cover that with anything but hands. Hector imagined her husband to be most proud.
Michelle's dark green blouse was cut a little low today, and it gave a subtle hint of her biggest assets. She worked best with male customers because the defence mechanisms wired in female circuitry always seemed to go on high alert with her. It's like they were innately jealous of how great she looked. Her blouse matched her eyes beautifully and the sharp V neckline made sure that you were looking where you ought to be looking. She was the shortest of the three ladies at 5'2, giving most guys a height advantage and a good eyeful of her cleavage.
Sasha's black skirt suit looked gorgeous on her. Hector had never seen her in anything but skirt suits, and every one of them looked that good. She must have stocked her wardrobe with the assumption she'd need them in her career in law. Today's ensemble was a dark pinstriped suit with a pencil skirt that ended at the knee. It made for an amazing silhouette. Her long dirty blonde hair was up in a French twist rather than a bun, but it still looked very well put together. Hector nodded in approval.
It was going to be another uneventful, almost boring Sunday morning.
Until their first guests arrived. Hector had been looking away from the door at the time, talking casually with Kelly about the latest cute thing her daughter had been up to, when Michelle's gasp grabbed his attention.
"Arms in the air where I can see them, now! Don't make any funny moves." The voice was laced with an Eastern European accent. Russian perhaps? Hector wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway.
Hector turned around slowly to see two men in black ski masks (in the middle of summer!) waving pistols. Everyone is led to believe that people commit crimes with these huge submachine guns with Kevlar vests and what not, when in reality, any 9mm Beretta would look just as scary. Michelle gave him a look as if to say she was sorry. Damn, she mustn't have hit the silent alarm button in time!
"Move away from behind the counter and stand over here." Hector, Kelly and Michelle moved away from their corners to stand in front of the glass counters. The alarm button was now too far away. Sasha wasn't in the front when the men came in; perhaps she was at the back and could call the police directly?
"Is this everyone?" The taller masked man asked, watching their faces for answers. Hector prayed that neither lady would give away Sasha's absence. The gunman looked at them again and motioned to his partner to check the inside. He kept his gun on them and continued to watch them like a hawk.
From inside, they heard Sasha scream. The sounds of a struggle ensued with more screaming before a fierce burst of words cut it off. Whatever the threat had been or meant made no difference, all dissent had been quelled. The shorter gunman emerged, dragging Sasha by the arm. She was shuffling awkwardly and when she was brought to stand next to Hector, he could see why. Her pink panties were down at her ankles. Fuck, she must have been in the washroom. So no word had been sent out.
Sasha's usually fair complexion was a bright pink now to match her exposed panties. She had just flushed and had stood to pull her panties up when the man with the gun burst into the washroom. Trapped in the stall, she wasn't going to be able to run or anything, but he had refused to let her dress herself, and had forced her out to the front as she was. Fucking psycho! She wanted so much to bend down and pull them up, but the gun trained on her and the owner's shaking head told her that she wasn't going to.
The shorter gunman whispered into the ear of his accomplice, who nodded in response. He dropped the black cloth bag he had on his shoulder.
"You will follow what we say, and no one will get hurt," the taller one spoke, waving his gun for dramatic effect.
"No sudden moves," the shorter one pointed to Sasha and directed her to the nearest case. "Put everything in the bag. If you touch anything but the jewels and the bag, I will shoot you. Your mother will see you in the news, with your panties down."
Sasha's embarrassment was peaking as she waddled to the nearest case and opened it. She wouldn't be able to press the alarm with him watching her every move. She complied, filling the bag with thousands of pounds worth of jewellery. She was halfway through her second case when she felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against her knee. She flinched and froze as she felt it stroke her inner thigh.
"Keep filling the bag!" came the command from behind her.
She bit down on her lip and returned to filling the bag as the gunman replaced his gun with his hand. She felt it travel up inside her skirt and stop briefly mid thigh behind retreating. She let out a breath before her heart leapt up into her throat as he grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it upward. Her reflex was to shriek and squat, but a firm 'nyet' and the gun in her lower back encouraged her to remain standing. She trembled as he continued to pull the skirt higher and higher until it barely covered her crotch. He stopped it there and then waved his gun to signal her to continue filling the bag.
Could her co-workers see her? She was behind the case and they weren't looking in her direction. Her pencil skirt was a perfect fit and stayed in the position the gunman had left it instead of riding up her thighs. Why afford her any modesty at all when her panties were still around her ankles, getting dirty from all the shuffling about. She considered kicking them off as they were going to hinder her escape. She could not move very quickly with them there.
Kelly had seen Sasha's skirt being lifted and almost cried out. She watched in horror as the masked man behind Sasha continued to stroke her thighs as she emptied her third case. She shivered uncontrollably, imagining what must be going through the head of the twenty-year-old.
"You look like you like what you see." The gunman in front of them had noticed the focus of her attention. "Piotr, what are you doing? It's going to take longer."
"Da, but it's more enjoyable." Piotr replied. Sasha let out a whimper as his fingers made contact with her labia for the first time.
"You. Kelly." The taller gunman read off her tag. "Come here beside me."
