I turned into Selkirk Road SW17 to pick up Darren, sure enough he was standing outside Harrington's pie and mash waiting for me. The place we had met over jellied eels some ten years previously. It was seven o'clock in the morning, he was smiling and already excited about the day ahead. My Ford Escort van was plain white and clean like always. A clean white van is never noticed, which is the way we wanted it. I headed through Morden and down the A3 to Esher and then on to our destination of Weybridge. I had been the driver since Darren lost his licence nearly two years earlier after too many speeding tickets.
We had spent months making our plans, watching the properties we intended to hit and finding out who lived in them. Our specification was simple; a driveway to get our van off the road, a substantial property lived in by middle-aged couples without children and no alarm system. In addition, my greatest thought went into how to stop people reporting the crime. The answer was surprisingly simple; only take easy replaceable items which are easier to sell anyway. Never take family heirlooms, wedding rings from women or anything of great value where insurance companies get involved. In addition, as a final act of silence buying, we take a compromising photo of them with Darren and not one you would want in your family album. This was now Darren's favourite part.
We were running nearly twenty minutes early as we got to Hersham so we pulled into a shopping centre car park to let the time pass.
"Can I see the photos again?" Asked Darren.
"You want to reminisce again." I asked laughing.
I took the three envelopes out of my case that each contained six or seven pics. This was going to be our fourth job and the empty envelope was already in my case waiting to be filled.
"The first was the funniest!" He said.
I looked over at the photo and had to agree. We had been in the bedroom and I told Darren to stand in between them with his arms around the couple and with his cock hanging out of his trousers. I had said to the woman that she could hold it if she wanted to. Much to my surprise she did, and then started wanking him while I took the photo.
"And here is the photo to prove it, with three happy smiling faces." I said aloud
"The second one was the most interesting!" Darren said as he changed envelopes.
"Interesting is hardly the word I would have used, you have met her twice since then and get paid to fuck her." I scolded him jokingly.
"I love hairy cunts, and she has a forest and of course Β£100 a time adds to the pleasure."
I thought back to what had happened. I'd got ready to take the photo in the bedroom, again both of the couple still wearing their pyjamas. After the woman had seen Darren's cock hanging out of his trousers she told her husband to hang his out as well. She removed her pyjamas and stood there naked for the photo, saying.
"This will make it more interesting." After the picture was taken, the husband turned to Darren and said.
"She would like to try a black cock, do you want to fuck her?"
Darren turned around to look at the woman and she was already laying on her back on the bed with her legs wide open. Of course he loves to help people, he fucked her for nearly thirty minutes and we left her a cell number in case she wanted more.
Three days later, she rang, Darren told her it was too far to travel for a fuck, and so she offered him Β£100 to make the journey. Of course, I had to drive him down there. We had arranged to meet Brenda at the Railway Station car park, we saw her parked as we approached but carefully scouted the area first just in case it was a trap. As soon as we pulled up alongside her Mercedes, she jumped out and leapt into the back of our van.
"Come on Darren, jump in the back and get that cock inside of me, I'm desperate for it." She muttered loudly.
Darren turned around in his seat and said, "Show me your lovely hairy minge first, you dirty cow."
She was wearing a tennis outfit and I turned around to see her lift the skirt. She spread her legs wide and then with one hand pulled her panties aside and with the other opened her cunt lips. Darren was in heaven, I turned away.
"Let's fuck in the back of the Merc." He said.
They both got out of the van, Brenda passed me an envelope with Darren's name on it, they got into the back of the Merc, it had a heavy window tint so I was spared having to watch their antics. I opened the envelope and pulled out five nice Β£20 notes and read a note enclosed for Darren telling him how much she enjoyed fucking him etc, I put it all in my pocket to be sorted out later. Some forty minutes passed by before they emerged from the back of the car and sat in the front talking for yet another 10 minutes. Darren eventually escaped from her and jumped into the van. As I pulled away they waved frantically at each other, until we were out of her sight.
"Well that's not bad for an hour's work, and she is a great fuck, next week she's getting a hotel room for us, you can have lunch while I am working." With that, we both burst into laughter.
We then came to our number three hit. Everything went smoothly as the husband had gone away that weekend fishing. In fact, she was very friendly, which showed as we went to take the photo. I explained what it was for and she didn't seem too concerned and wasn't shocked when I told her to hold his cock. Instead, she knelt down and started to suck him. "This will look better," she said in between mouthfuls. An avid cocksucker, she was given the cell number and we'd heard nothing from her yet, but we knew we would eventually.
We checked the time, put all the envelopes back in the case and headed out to Number four. We backed into the driveway so a quick getaway was possible if needed. I walked through the side gate with Darren behind me. We dressed very smartly and looked well groomed. All part of my system, scruffy people are not popular. The back door was open and I walked straight in to see Paul sitting at the kitchen table with his cup of tea and still in his pyjamas.
"Hi Paul, we have come to rob you." I said with my hand in my pocket as if I had a weapon there.
He went to stand up until he saw Darren towering behind me and any bravery he had went out of the window, he slumped back in his chair with his head down muttering about not hurting anybody. Darren shut the back door and we both sat at the table.
"Where is the wife?" I asked.