Working on Sunday mornings was never an unpleasant chore for me. It allowed me to leave at Noon on Fridays and I considered that more than sufficient compensation. This summer was even better for me because I was joined on the weekend by Cheryl, one of my favorite co-workers, and a summer intern named Debbie who turned out to be a terrific hire.
As you can imagine, three females left alone in the office resulted in as much talking as working, but we managed to strike a good balance. A skeleton crew was in the factory on Sunday mornings, so we never had to worry about anybody coming into the administration building where we were.
During the week, when the full complement of employees—men, mostly—were in the factory, it wasn't unusual for them to be in and out. Of course, I often accused them of finding any inane reason to come over just to gawk at Cheryl and Debbie. They were both very pretty girls—Cheryl being about thirty years old and Debbie just twenty. I fell about halfway in between and hoped I wasn't considered too ugly compared to the others.
I guess the lovers of brunettes went for Cheryl and those preferring blondes chose Debbie. Beyond that, their bodies offered no significant differences. They were both perfect.
As the last hour of work approached and I had nothing significant to work on at my computer, I announced to Cheryl and Debbie: "I'll be in the loft. Just yell if you need me."
The office building was an old, converted mansion. The first floor had most of the unnecessary walls knocked out to create a great room effect with cubicles and a couple of enclosed offices for the bosses. Overlooking that area was a loft, used for file storage. Rows of shelves lined up like the interior of a library. A wood railing ran the length of the loft.
One set of stairs led to the second floor, and I climbed it with every intention of spending the rest of the day up there, relatively alone. I could hear Debbie and Cheryl chatting below me, with no other noise to interfere.
I hardly had time to find the first box of files I was looking for when I heard a commotion on the first floor. At first it sounded only as if Debbie and Cheryl's voices were raised, but then I heard a muffled squeal. I turned to look down, nearly shouting out to ask if anything was wrong at the same time.
The sight and sound that confronted me made me freeze in place. Three men with guns were in the office, two of them with their hands over the girls' mouths.
"Is anybody else in here?" a man asked sternly.
I saw Cheryl shake her head 'No'.
"If you're lying to me you'll be sorry," he said. "Are you sure?"
Cheryl didn't change her answer.
"Now, don't scream or you die. Understand?"
With guns pointed at their heads, the men behind the girls let them go. Debbie and Cheryl stood still, absolute terror written on their faces. I silently got onto my stomach, inching forward just enough to still see the group below.
"Can either of you open the safe?" the man obviously acting as the leader asked.
"I can," Cheryl replied.
"Let's go."
The order was clear and Cheryl led two men into the office with the safe while Debbie and her captor stayed behind. I couldn't see into the office, but I surmised what was taking place. Sure enough, everybody reappeared in a few minutes, the men carrying bags of cash.
I got minor comfort in knowing deposits are made every day, including Saturdays, and it was only petty cash they obtained. Still, it would have been a good day's haul without having to work for it.
I waited for the men to make their exit. Instead, I learned the worst was yet to come.
"Watch the door," the leader instructed one of the other men. "I think we have time to stick around for a while."
He handed his gun to the third man and faced Debbie. I watched as he slid his hand up her t-shirt and over her left breast. Debbie flinched and started to step back, but he said, "Don't you dare move without me saying so. For the rest of the time we're here, you obey orders and keep your mouth shut. Got it?"
I faintly heard Debbie murmur 'Yes'.
Sunday morning attire for the three of us was always casual. We never interacted with the public and rarely with other employees. So we were allowed to wear just about anything. Debbie had a t-shirt tucked into her jeans. The shirt was low-cut and the man was intent on taking advantage of it.
He moved his hand up to Debbie's exposed skin and touched her. I saw his fingers disappear inside her shirt for a few seconds. Then he grabbed the shirt with both hands near her waist and yanked it up.
Debbie yelped with surprise, but soon the shirt was being pulled over her head and tossed aside. A simple white bra covered Debbie's full breasts. The man pulled down on of the straps and let it rest on Debbie's arm.
