Loxley here, please take time to read the previous chapters. It will make the sex scenes better, I promise. This is the final chapter. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 4:
Lester got a call around 8:15 the next morning. It was Zee. She sounded really disappointed as she asked him to come in and turn in his belt and keys. He was fired. His heart sank as he remembered her beautiful heart shaped face and lush figure. He was surprised at how bummed he was. He realized he might have begun falling for her.
He told her he'd be there by nine. She said "Okay," and hung up without saying goodbye. His shoulders slumped.
On a whim, he decided to post the picture of him in uniform with the caption, "Mall cop for a day!" Not that anyone on facebook gave a fuck, but he was feeling down.
He showered then headed up to the mall. When he got there he radioed the CIC and found that all the guards were at the bank overseeing a cash transfer, so he headed that way.
Sure enough, he found Zee standing next to the massive vault inside the mall bank. The other two guards were outside with the armored truck. When she saw him her brow furrowed.
"Look, Zee, it really wasn't what it looked like..."
"Save your breath," she said curtly, "they wouldn't let me see the footage, but I got the gist." She shook her head. "I should have known you were a creep."
He shook his head. "No, look, I promise I tried to stop it. They were drunk and out of control!"
She looked painfully skeptical. "So you're claiming they raped you?"
He frowned, trying to choose his words carefully. "At first, yes."
She scowled.
"Hear me out, please!" he begged. "They were undressing and tearing my clothes off! I didn't know what to do. Look, maybe you should see the video. You'll see I'm telling the truth!"
Her face seemed to soften a little. "But the guys said you were really into it..."
He walked right up to her and leveled with her. "Sure. By the end I was. They were three beautiful women. But I promise you I tried to resist. I would have had to hurt them to stop it, and I wasn't willing to do that."
She seemed to consider his words when all of a sudden the air filled with the sound of gunshots. They both looked to the front door of the bank as one of the other guards staggered in, holding his gut. His hands were red and slick. Zee let out a scream.
There were no customers in the bank, but the two female tellers both hit the floor. The manager was nowhere to be seen, Lester figured either dead or outside. Or both.
Lester thought fast and grabbed Zee by the arm and pulled her into a back office just as two masked men entered the bank. They heard another gunshot as he closed the door. There was no lock.
They could hear screaming from the front as they looked around the sparse little office. It was a terrible hiding place. One entire wall was glass, looking out into the hallway they just left. The desk was small and impossible to hide under, as it had no sides or back. They tried anyway.
There was more screaming and scuffling, then everything went silent. As they sat crouched under the desk, Lester became aware of his body pressed up against Xiamara. She smelled delicious, a mix of her fruity shampoo and some kind of expensive musk perfume. He had to shake his head to get back in focus. They were in danger!
Soon enough, they heard footsteps in the hallway and they ducked down.
To no avail. A masked gunman entered the room and shouted at them, "You two, stand up! Come with me!"
They both stood up slowly, cowering at the gun in their faces, and moved in the direction the masked man directed. The man dug his gun into Lester's back a few times to hurry him along. "Move it!" he shouted.
They found themselves herded into the walk-in safe. The two tellers were already in there. They had been stripped naked and tied to each other, face to face.
The man waved his gun at Lester and Zee. "Clothes off. Let's go!"
They just stared at him dumbly.
"Now dipshits. I've already shot three people. What's two more?"
This got through and they both disrobed quickly. Lester couldn't help but notice Zee's lovely rounded breasts and her dark black bush. Even in the terror of their situation, he felt a stirring of lust. Her hips were perfectly curved and so womanly!
"Now stand face to face!" he hollered. They complied.
He reached into a satchel and drew out some synthetic rope and he began to tie them tightly together. Lester being short for a man, and Zee on the tall side, they were almost face to face by the time the man was done.
He'd done a thorough job, and there wasn't even the slightest play between them. Lester tried not to think about her huge heaving boobs pressed against his naked chest. Worse, he could feel the steel wool tickle of her pubic hair against his penis.
The gunman grabbed the rope near their shoulders and roughly lowered them to the ground. There was no way to stand back up, as every inch of their bodies were tied together and rendered motionless.
Apparently, they had already cleared out the cash, because the man simply turned and left, closing and locking the huge steel door behind him. Lester glanced around the well-lit space. Nothing but shelves along one wall, what looked like safety deposit boxes along another, and a metal table on the last wall. The two naked tellers were both sobbing, as was Zee.
He began to speak soothingly to her, trying to calm her. After a while, it seemed to work. The immediate terror of the gun was gone, after all. He was able to assure her (and the other two) that help would be along shortly. After all, modern banks had automatic alarms.
"I wouldn't be surprised if the cops weren't already out there, trying to find a way in to rescue us." He murmured into her ear.
She nodded and began to struggle, testing their bonds.
This turned out to be a mistake. Now that the adrenalin and terror was draining from his body, Lester once again became aware of the lush, beautiful woman he was pressed against.
Who was now actively jiggling against him. Her breasts were so large and soft! And oh lord, his sexual "luck" was right on point. As the gunman had lowered them to the ground, Lester had somehow settled a little lower, and now his soft penis was resting exactly at the vee of her legs. Directly against her crotch.
As she moved and shifted against him, and he inhaled her wondrous scent, he felt himself starting to get hard.
No no no!
he thought,
She already thinks I'm a sex maniac. I must not get hard!
