Author's note: If you haven't read the first two Chapters I suggest you do so before proceeding.
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Abbot Balfour squeezed his fat ass out of the confines of the cab. He was sweating profusely and slightly hungover from drinking one too many bourbon's during the return flight from KC. He was still pissed at the airline hostie who had squeezed his balls and drove her heel into his foot and although he was carrying over one million dollars in mob funds back from KC he stiffed the cabbie on the tip.
Inside the Litton Farmer's Bank, Ray Sullivan and Steve McDonald waited patiently for his arrival; they had been very busy in the half-hour since the Assistant Manager, Michele Bouvier, had taken Abbot's phone call announcing his pending arrival. They had ceased harassing the three women bank staff; as much as they enjoyed it, it was now time for work.
As soon as Michele Bouvier had finished talking to Abbot, Ray had hung up the phone and said,
"He's on his way; it's Showtime!"
The two bank robbers went into action; a well rehearsed drill. They got the other two women to their feet and then they cut the tape binding their hands behind their backs. They both waved their pistols menacingly at the women.
"Ladies; as much as you would probably like us to keep fucking you, we have some urgent business to attend to," Ray began.
"This should be quick and easy, and if you behave yourselves, all you will have lost is a little dignity; or in Nadine's case, her cherry," he said sarcastically.
Nadine Munner blushed and bowed her head; she self-consciously tugged at the hem of her skirt.
"So; you just do exactly what tell you; keep your fucking mouths shut, and stay away from the alarms and telephones and no one gets killed," he warned.
"Ok 'big tits' you get your fat ass over to the Manager's office with me. You two; get your tight asses behind the counter and you just do exactly what my partner tells you," Ray ordered, indicating where he wanted them to go by pointing his pistol.
Michele Bouvier walked over to the Manger's office; when she entered the office her nostrils picked up the scent of recent sexual activity. It had been a while since she had sex herself, but one never forgot the musky smell of semen and vaginal juices. She screwed her face in disgust.
"You know you won't get away this; they'll hunt you down and kill you," she hissed at Ray; referring to the Kansas City crime syndicate, the Civella Family, who laundered their money through the Litton Farmer's Bank.
Out of earshot of her two co-workers she was confident she could talk about the bank's money laundering racket and try to intimidate the bank robbers.
Ray reacted angrily and pushed Michele Bouvier up against the wall pressing his body against hers and pushed his gun into her ribs. He dragged the muzzle of the gun up her blouse and jabbed it into her large soft breast. He put his free hand under her skirt and slid it up her thigh, over the welt of her stocking, across the smooth white flesh of her upper thigh and then across the front of her panties.
He clutched her pubic mound through the slippery satin and squeezed. Michele whimpered and a single tear ran down her face, leaving a trail of mascara on her cheek.
"Bitch! What the fuck did I just say about keeping your fucking trap shut," he snarled, emphasising his point by squeezing her vulva through her panties.
He let go of her and stepped back.
"Get your ass over to the desk and sit down; if your hand goes anywhere near the alarm button; by the time you get the plastic cover off it your brains will be in the next room. Capiche?"
Michele sat down in Abbot's executive chair. Her ample heinie settled into the soft leather and puffed and released traces of Abbot's stale farts and spilled bourbon.
"Ok; open the secret compartment," Ray grinned at Michele.
Michele Bouvier was taken aback; someone had provided the robbers with inside information. Only she and Abbot knew of the 'contingency fund' that was hidden inside the hidden compartment of the Manager's desk. The money was skimmed from the monthly deposits made by the KC mob. They only took a little each month; it was Abbot and Michele's contingency money should the operation fall apart and they need to lawyer up or make a run for it. They both knew that the mob would either 'hit' them or leave them holding the bag should the money laundering scheme be uncovered by the authorities.
Abbot and Michele had made a pact that if they not need the money to save their asses; they would split it evenly between them when they retired from the bank. It currently amounted to just over half a million dollars in cash.
"Come on honey; we ain't got all day!" Ray waved his gun around to emphasise his point.
Michele resignedly opened the secret compartment and began to stack the bundles of cash on the desk. Ray packed them neatly into the small carrier bag. It was quite surprising how small half a million dollars looked when it was made up of large denominational bills.
Meanwhile Steve led Jeannette Hathcock and Michele Munner behind the counter to their teller stations. He watched appreciatively as Jeanette's tidy ass sashayed when she strutted on her high-heels. The kick-pleat at the rear of her tight-fitting navy-blue skirt was ripped from where he had torn it from her body and he had a tantalising view of her legs all the way up to the top of her thighs. He wanted some more of that before they left the bank, he thought.
"Ok ladies; this how it's going to be. I want the money out of the teller drawers; don't take the last bill out of each tray; I know that will trigger the silent alarm. I also don't want the traceable bills you have in trays either."
Michele and Jeanette glanced at each other; this guy had obviously been given good intelligence. Then they went about emptying the cash our of their teller drawers as per his instructions. Steve took out another roll of duct tape from his carrier bag and placed it beside the counter and stacked the bills inside the bag.
"Ok; take a seat against the wall," Steve pointed to the wall behind the counter where they would be out of the line of sight of the front door.
Ray joined his partner, leading Michele Bouvier at gunpoint.
"Tape them," Ray said, and Steve cut two pieces of duct tape and stuck them over the mouths of the two bank clerks.
He winked at Jeanette Hathcock before taping her mouth and she smiled back at him. Nadine Munner witnessed the exchange and snorted her disapproval. Steve retaliated by pulling her legs out straight and flipping her over on her stomach. He taped her wrists behind her back and taped her ankles together; then he rolled her back over and sat her with her back to the wall. He reached down and tore open her blouse; the buttons went flying across the room and skittered across the floor. Then he bunched her skirt up around her waist.
Nadine Munner struggled against the robber but there was little she could do to prevent this renewed degradation. She sat silently sobbing. Her sleek legs clad in tan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose were openly exposed; the gusset of her hose had a gaping hole torn in them and her little white nylon panties with the pictures of pussycats on them were clearly visible through the tattered nylon.
Her small titties barely filled her white lace brassiere which was decorated with the matching pussycat print of her panties, and her skinny ribs expanded and contracted as she sobbed.
"How's the view?" Steve smiled wickedly at Ray.
"Nice," Ray grinned, "love those little pussycats."
"Ok; enough fucking around! You; get your ass over to the door. You give Mr Balfour the signal and let him in as usual. This is crunch time and I will not hesitate to waste you if you fuck this up." Ray said menacingly to Michele Bouvier and hid himself out of view against the wall adjoining the door.
Michele was again shocked that the two bank robbers knew so much about their operation. She and Abbot had devised a series signals to be used to indicate that all was well before he entered the bank with the monthly delivery of illicit cash.
He would knock on the bank door exactly three times, any more or any less meant he was under duress and she would leave the door locked and raise the alarm. She was to respond to the three knocks by flipping the 'Closed' sign to 'Open' and then opening the vertical blinds. If she failed to carry out this procedure exactly before unlocking the door Abbot would beat a hasty retreat and raise the alarm. Once Abbot was inside the bank then she was to flip the sign back to 'Closed' and close the blinds again.
Steve ducked down behind the counter and covered the two women with his pistol. Even though Nadine Munner's exposed legs and titties were a tantalising distraction, he found himself checking out the well-stacked body of Jeanette Hathcock. She sat with her back straight; her nice firm tits thrust against her white cotton blouse. Her legs were bent at the knees and this provided him with a great view of her long legs encased in high-sheen taupe nylons, the dark reinforced bands of the control-top and the lace trim of her boy-leg panties were just visible under the hem of her skirt.
