The Bank Job - IC thread
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				Title: <strong>The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 02:19:40</strong>
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				Gabriela Sanchez sighed as she checked her watch for the umpteenth time.&nbsp; They were late and they couldn't leave the bank until the security van came to collect the money and bonds they had in the safe.&nbsp; It was a long weekend, Saturday, Sunday &amp; Monday away from work.&nbsp; They couldn't leave anything over a few thousand in the safe.&nbsp; They had in excess of half a million waiting to be collected.&nbsp; Neither her or Sally could leave, bank policy was to have two members of staff on the premises when a collection was due.<br><br>Gabriela was the manager, Sally her assistant.&nbsp; There were a couple of part timers who covered shifts but the main work was done by the two women.&nbsp; Both nice looking, well thought of.&nbsp; Gabby hoped Sally had nothing planned for the evening, it could be a long one.&nbsp; Looking at her watch again she sighed, "I am sorry to keep you here Sally.&nbsp; The truck was due an hour ago." She said, noting the time was almost 6pm.<br><br>The bank wasnt very big.&nbsp; A small lobby with two cashiers desk.&nbsp; An office to discuss loans and any problems the customers might have.&nbsp; There was a small break room with a table, four chairs, sink, fridge and worktop.&nbsp; Gabby had an office, nothing large but it was comfortable with a desk, small sofa and two chairs. Then there was the small restroom.&nbsp; Not big but plenty big enough for the sleepy town they served.<br><br>Gabby had been born and raised in town, worked at the Bank since she was 18, now she was the manager.&nbsp; She was well liked and respected, no one asked why she wasn't married.&nbsp; That had been scandal a few years back, but now people knew she wasnt into men.&nbsp; It had caused a sensation for a little while until the townsfolk realised she was still a nice normal woman.&nbsp; Now she had a lovely little house on the outskirts of town.<br><br>The truck though was getting later.&nbsp; She wanted to return to her cosy little home, feed her cat and snuggle up and watch a film.&nbsp; But that wasnt happening until the truck came.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 14:04:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; (http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/da/dawnallynn/878178_green-eyed_redhead_93.jpg)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Sally Weil</strong><br>&nbsp; 32-year-old bored secretary<br><hr></div><strong>Sally Weil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149272.msg6767888#msg6767888)</strong> was at her desk playing at Angry Bird on her smartphone. It was the end of the week, she had completed all her tasks and was longing to leave for the three-day week-end. Why was the van not here yet? Did they not want to leave for the week-end too?<br><br>She was bored. Actually, Sally's entire life was boring. Her job was boring: writing countless letters, typing numbers, smiling to clients, serving coffee to her boss, and playing Angry Bird in between. But that was all she had managed to find after he boring studies. At least she was well paid as her Ms Sanchez kept increasing her salary or giving her bonuses.<br><br>She lived in a boring apartment,15-minutes by foot from the bank where she had a boring life as well. Some times it was hard for her to decide whether she was more bored at work or at home. She was rather pretty though. Thirty-two year old, long, curly auburn hair, an oval visage with tiny oval glasses, a slender, well-toned body with firm feminine curves wherever they mattered. She made sure to keep it in good shape in her bi-weekly sessions at the fitness. But she was too shy to date men and as she rarely went out. The fitness was women-only and thus, apart some of those horrible dykes who sometimes tried to flirt with her, nobody approached her. And when a man tried something she was always too shy to give her number or calling back. As for the bank customers, Ms Sanchez had made it very clear that she would not tolerate any flirting with them. Rumour had it that Ms Sanchez was a lesbian. It was possible but Sally did not bother as long as she left her alone.<br><br>Sally was not a virgin though. Back in her college years, she had dared to experiment sex a couple of times. She had not been impressed. Sex was well overrated. It was painful and filthy. Her finger could provide better sensations.<br><br>She heard her boss saying something about being sorry.<br><br><strong>"No problem, Miss Sanchez. I'll just add it to my overtime hours,"</strong> she replied.<br><br>And it was not a problem indeed. As usual, she had no date tonight, nor for the next three days, not even later. Sometime she was wondering how long it would take for someone to notice it, if she simply disappeared. Of course, the bitch Sanchez would soon call her to ask why she was not on time at her job... But apart from her...<br><br>Sally yawned and tried for the 10th time to beat the same level, half hoping that the van would not arrive before she had completed it.
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				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 17:39:27</strong>
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				<strong>Al Geithner</strong> had used Banquo Security, perfectly legit, back in the day, when he'd been setting up the market gardening business.&nbsp; He'd even had a couple of the backroom boys over for poker and beers.&nbsp; Forgiven one of them - arrogant young guy called Dashwood - quite a hefty loss on a pair of aces.&nbsp; You never know when you might want to call a favour in.<br><br>Today, for instance.<br><br>The Banquo truck had broken down right where Dashwood had said it would: six miles from its destination: the Allied Bank.<br><br>The call came through on the intercepted frequency.&nbsp; 'Request maintenance' and the code numbers for truck and location.&nbsp; <strong>Aaron</strong> had parked the pick-up right around the corner, but they waited thirteen minutes, because that was how long <strong>Dwayne</strong> had calculated the journey from their HQ should have taken.<br><br>Al had been worried about the patience of the other guys, but it was he, sitting in the back, who was most restless.&nbsp; No coke till they were inside the bank, he'd told himself.&nbsp; Jesus, that seemed a long time away.<br><br><em>There are two pretty women at the end of this trail.&nbsp; You are going to watch them suffering.&nbsp; Don't take out their pictures it'll look foolish.</em><br><br>And Dwayne worked at a puzzle book, and Aaron nodded his head to whatever badass music was playing through his white headphones, and it only took a couple of centuries for thirteen minutes to pass.<br><br>Al didn't mind showing his face, so it was he who coaxed the security men out of the truck. Dwayne and Aaron took out one each, with their night-sticks.&nbsp; In five minutes the two security men were bound and comfortable, in the stolen pick-up under the trees, with tubes in their mouths to water bottles so they wouldn't die overnight before the anonymous call in the morning to tell the State police where to find them.<br><br>And Dwayne and Aaron were in the Banquo uniforms, Al between them in his open-necked blue shirt and jeans, in the truck with its fuel pump replaced, heading for the Allied Bank, and they were singing together, 'We will – we will - rock you - rock you...'
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				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 18:26:58</strong>
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				<strong>Dwayne Spikes</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149272.msg6767954#msg6767954) had Gabby and Sally on his mind as he worked on the puzzle book. He kept using one of their names or a variation of their names as answers while Aaron listened to music and Al did his best to hide his impatience from them. Then it was time to begin stage one of the plan.<br><br>Overpowering the unsuspecting guards and binding them caused Dwayne to work up a mild sweat. The knowledge that he was now closer than ever to getting his hands on the two bank workers also got his heart racing. He knew they'd have to use everything they had with them to break the two bank workers.<br><br>"I packed couple pair of handcuffs, some rope, chains and tape!" Dwayne explained as he drove with Al now next to him and Aaron riding shotgun. "There are also more goodies in the second bag!" Dwayne smiled as he looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Dwayne was also trying to calculate how many deposits the three of them would be making at the expense of Gabby and Sally as the bank soon came into view.<br><br>"Okay, looks good from here!" Dwayne looked around and everything was looking good from behind the wheel of the van as he stopped in the usual spot just like the real driver always did. His hand then went down to zip up his borrowed security guard pants.
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				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 21:37:06</strong>
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				Aaron seemed completely oblivious to the whole situation, whenever his headphones were in he was shut off from the rest of the world, sitting in the van in the stolen uniform he looked around at the road, a bored expression on his face, he would do nothing but follow his partners until one of them removed his headphones and told him what to do. <br><br>Dwayne was talking, not a single word was heard by the youngest member of the group but he knew from experience it probably didn't matter to him anyway, he just kept nodding his head to the music in silence. Dwayne and Al had spent lots of time planning this heist and Aaron had only gone along with it because they were the only people he really trusted, having found him at age 14 just after he ran away from the orphanage they were the only family he really had and therefore the only people he obeyed, they had teased him about it at first, using him to do the most stupid of things for fun until the day he had almost killed himself on the highway when one of them had accidentally said "go play in traffic" they had been more careful after that...... <br><br>they had arrived at the bank now, as the van stopped he turned off his music and took the headphones out, he left them dangling around his neck but he knew to keep them off when on a job, orders needed to be passed around quickly, he looked expectantly at the other two.
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				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 23:16:09</strong>
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				'OK guys.'&nbsp; Al clasped them both on the shoulder, they'd got used to him doing that, being physical, at first they'd been diffident but now they accepted, it was his way of saying, we're a team.&nbsp; 'I'll go in.&nbsp; The Sanchez woman knows me.&nbsp; I'll make up a story.&nbsp; If there's no-one else in I'll send you a one word text: NOW.&nbsp; And in you come with the bags, helmets over your heads to disguise you.&nbsp; Act like security until I get behind you to the door to lock it and say 'Now' out loud.&nbsp; Then you take one each.&nbsp; Dwayne, you take the Bitch.:Sanchez.&nbsp; Aaron, you take the Cunt: Weil.&nbsp; Arms cuffed behind them and blindfolded as fast as you can.&nbsp; Both of them face down on the floor.&nbsp; The keys to the strong room should be easy.&nbsp; Then we take them in there and improvise.&nbsp; No rush.&nbsp; We got all night.'<br><br>Al smiled.&nbsp; His heart was pumping, but they needed him to seem sure, confident.&nbsp; He didn't ask them if they had any questions.&nbsp; They trusted each other.&nbsp; High-fives all round.&nbsp; Then he was out of the truck.<br><br>As he strolled across the lot in front of the bank, blinking in the late afternoon sun, surreptitiously typing the letters of N O W on his phone ready for his message, he glanced around.&nbsp; No-one in sight within a block.&nbsp; Hey, and the front door was open.&nbsp; He pulled.&nbsp; No customers inside.&nbsp; Whoo-woo.&nbsp; &nbsp;In his pocket he clicked SEND.&nbsp; The Bitch, the Sanchez woman was over at the desk behind the counter.&nbsp; He nodded to her and strolled diagonally across to the Cunt – Sally Weil&nbsp; - what a pretty, kind of untainted thing she was.&nbsp; She looked up at him with a bored smile.&nbsp; 'Ms Weil,' he said, 'those friends of mine in Peru need a money transfer again, am I too late...?'
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 23:25:09</strong>
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				Gabby glanced as someone walked in.&nbsp; She stood, frowning, watching as he walked across to Sally.&nbsp; Glancing at her watch and the clock on the wall she moved across to the other woman.<br><br>"I'm sorry Sir" she said, her tone clipped, "but we are closed" she said, "the systems are down and we can't do anything for you at the moment.&nbsp; You will have to return on Tuesday" she turned, heading towards the door, "we open at 9" she said, wanting him out.&nbsp; She was sure she had locked the front door.&nbsp; <br><br>She saw the truck and smiled slightly, "we'll have to ask you to leave" she said, looking for the guards, thinking about the safe and getting the money out.&nbsp; Finally they could get out of the damn place.
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				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 00:09:30</strong>
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				Dwayne was confident and hopeful that Al and Aaron would do their parts of the crime without any glitches. Everything had been discussed casually for the past couple weeks. The money would be the easy part, the violence and women the fun part.<br><br>Dwayne gave a loud grunt as Al left the van. That meant he understood his role. He nodded at Aaron as they slowly got out of the van like the real guards often would do. Then upon adjusting his helmet, Dwayne grabbed one bag out of the back and held the door open for Aaron so that he could grab the other bag.<br><br>It didn't take long for Dwayne to get the go ahead. Al said, "Now!" He passed word to Aaron and then began walking with the bag towards the bank doors. At the door, he held it open for Aaron. He remembered the real guards would do the same thing during times when he had been assigned to stake out the bank.
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				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 15:00:43</strong>
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				That made it trickier, with the Bitch going towards the door.<br><br>Or maybe not.&nbsp; Al flashed his smile at the Cunt, who looked faintly disappointed that the possibility of something happening was going to be taken from her.<br><br>Careful what you wish for, honey.<br><br>He smiled at the Bitch too, but she wasn't about to be charmed.&nbsp; Maybe she was annoyed at herself for not locking the front door.&nbsp; He saw now, as Dwayne was holding it open, that maybe the latch was down, as if she'd meant to lock it.&nbsp; So maybe Lady Luck was on his side today.<br><br>Mm, and she was juicy.<br><br>Now Aaron was inside the bank, and after a discreet nod from Al was heading towards the counter and the Cunt, and Dwayne was just inside the door, next to the angry Bitch.&nbsp; Now or never.&nbsp; Al smiled again, calmer now it was all happening, and said to the woman, 'I'm so sorry to inconvenience you, but maybe you'd like to lock the door with me inside.'&nbsp; And, as she was about to reply, he looked to Dwayne and said sharply: 'NOW!'
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				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 20:03:12</strong>
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				the moment Al said his command Aaron sprang into action, he was close enough to grab sally by the wrist and pull her from her chair, his other hand pulling the handcuffs from his back pocket as he quickly locked her wrist into one of the holds and made the other latch onto the leg of her desk "you just stay here now" he said in a soft and quiet voice, the man hardly ever spoke and when he did it was usually something worth listening too "else you'll get hurt"
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				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 21:20:33</strong>
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				Dwayne's body began to react to the word of Al and the closeness of the dark haired bitch to his own body. He knew Gabby hated men as much as he hated waiting through commercials during his favorite TV shows.<br><br>"Yeah, now!" Dwayne's words echoed those of Al as he pulled a set of handcuffs from his back pocket before roughly grabbing the wrist of the Sanchez bitch. He couldn't wait to spike the bitch as he yanked her arms behind her back to cuff them together at the wrists.<br><br>Then he pressed his body into her from behind before smiling over at Sally and Aaron. "Cover her eyes, dude!" Dwayne reminded Aaron as he got ready to cover the eyes of Gabby. "You ready, Man?" Dwayne asked Al as he proceeded to grab Gabby from behind to pull her back into him.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 17:22:32</strong>
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				Something wasnt right here.&nbsp; Gabby had a sense of......and suddenly it all erupted around them.&nbsp; She glared at the man who was pretending to be a customer as he shouted 'NOW'.&nbsp; Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist.&nbsp; She struggled, fighting against him but he was stronger than her. She was cuffed roughly, her arms behind her as he pulled her hard to his body.<br><br>She cringed as she felt him, hating the way he held her.&nbsp; Fear ripped through her but she fought it down, she was not about to look like some pathetic woman.&nbsp; She shook her head, "I'll make sure you don't get away any fucking thing.&nbsp; Not even a dime" she hissed.&nbsp; She was a tough woman, she would fight.&nbsp; She had the codes, not even Sally knew them.&nbsp; She would protect the bank and everything in it.<br><br>She struggled, "let me go you fucking little twat" she screamed, stamping hard on his foot with her stiletto shoe, hoping to hurt him.
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 09:31:08</strong>
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				<strong>Sally</strong> was busy on a particularly tricky level of Angry Birds when she heard the front door opening. <em>As always, they come at the worst moment, </em>she thought, not even bothering to lift her eyes from her phone. But then, she heard the newcomer speaking about Peru and deposits. It took a few seconds to her busy mind to realise a customer had entered. Would she have to reactivate all the systems and redo all her counts just because of this guy?<br><br>At last, she put down her phone and lifted her eyes to see what was really happening, a commercial smile automatically springing on her pretty face. However, her boss was already there, asking the guy to leave. Ah! No more work for today at least, she inwardly sighed.<br><br>She was about to get back to her game when she noticed something was wrong. She knew this man, she had seen him a couple of times and he was not behaving as usual. He seemed nervous, or tense... <em>Was this deposit really that important to him?</em><br><br>And then the fund-transfer guards entered the bank too, carrying their bags. Curiously, the bags did not seem empty as usual, but rather heavy. They were not acting as naturally as usual either. Another red light blinked in Sally's head. Gone was the boredom, replaced by a disagreeable knot in her stomach. Something was happening. The guards quickly went across the room and suddenly the two women were surrounded by three men.<br><br>Sally had been waiting a confirmation of her fears before alerting the police. Each false alarm was costing a lot of money and she preferred to be sure. Having all three men around them was definitely wrong. She did not recognise the guards either. When the first man shouted "NOW", she knew it was an attack. Her hand dropped her phone and reached for the alarm button hidden under her desk.<br><br>She had almost reached it when her arm was brutally yanked backward. She yelped from the pain and from the fear. Something cold dug into her right wrist and she was thrown on her knees by her desk and chained to its leg with the handcuff. A quick glance told her that her boss too had been overpowered, handcuffed and even blindfolded.<br><br>Sally way sitting on the floor, her legs folded to one side, supporting herself on her right arm, which was cuffed to the bottom of the desk. She was wearing a cream-coloured, knee-long skirt and felt strangely concerned that it might get stained against the floor. Above it was an assorted blouse with frou-frou around the necks and cuffs. Her feet were strapped into stilettos of the same colour, which felt awkward in her current position.<br><br>The red alarm button was beaconing at her, a mere three feet away from her. All she had to do was reach it with her free left hand, but she could feel the eyes of one of the "guards"poised on her. Her heart was pounding fast but she tried calm down and think properly. Glancing at the gangsters, she waited for the moment they would all look away to press the button. She did not want to risk her life for money that was not hers, after all.
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				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 13:24:25</strong>
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				Al smiled at the struggle near the door.&nbsp; Dwayne was hopping and the woman – the Bitch, that was what he'd resolved to call her in here, they're our toys, ours to do what we want with, they're not really human – the Bitch was stamping and yelling obscenities.&nbsp; But it was more or less under control.&nbsp; Wasn't it?&nbsp; Al had to raise his voice:<br><br>'She'll have the keys.&nbsp; Shout if you need help with locking up.&nbsp; I'll do the shades.'<br><br>He was in more of a hurry to get behind the counter.&nbsp; The other woman's – the Cunt's – knee-length skirt was riding up a little under Aaron's minstrations.&nbsp; But she had an air of quiet focus.&nbsp; Ah: when he got close, he saw the alarm button jut beneath the desk.&nbsp; 'Watch out for that,' he pointed.&nbsp; Aaron got the message.&nbsp; 'There's an office where they do interviews.&nbsp; Drag her back there, get her in a chair or something, OK?'<br><br>They hadn't given names to each other.&nbsp; He didn't want to say Aaron's name out loud.&nbsp; Hell, he hadn't said 'Dwayne' out loud had he?&nbsp; Too late if he had.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned back to see if Dwayne needed any help...&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 15:07:30</strong>
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				Dwayne had worn steel toe shoes because they offer protection for the toes and foot. When Gabby's stomped her heel into him, he just took it in stride and bucked forward with his helmet to impact the back and top of the shorter woman's head.<br><br>Upon impacting her head with the helmet, Dwayne heard Al and saw that Aaron had the other bitch down on the floor. It was his turn to floor Gabby. But there was something else he wanted to do first, "That could've hurt me real bad!" Dwayne spat as he spun Gabby around. "Before you get any ideas, take this!" Dwayne brought up his knee and shoved it up into her.<br><br>He had always wanted to knee a bitch between her legs just to demonstrate he wasn't afraid to fight dirty when it came to fighting with the opposite sex. "Keys!" Dwayne shouted. "Give me the damn keys!" He remembered Al informing him that Gabby had the keys.
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				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 19:44:56</strong>
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				Aaron nodded at Al's order and undid the cuff that connected Sally to the desk and dragged her towards the office, once they were inside he shoved her onto the chair, holding her down as he reattached it to the leg of the desk in the office, then removing a long black strip of cloth he tied it around her head so her eyes became covered "wait here" he said in a tone that almost sounded like she had a choice then he walked out and looked at the other two "i'm ready" he said in his usual monotone emotionless voice
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 23:37:05</strong>
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				<strong>Sally</strong> did her best to resist as she was dragged and shoved toward the meeting room. She was much weaker than her aggressor though and there was little she could do. At last, she was shoved down on her knees again and the handcuff was passed behind a bar under the desk before being locked onto her left wrist. She was now forced to remain on the floor, bent down with her hands chained to the table leg.<br><br>She thought this was all but suddenly the man grabbed her by her hair to immobilise her head and tied a blindfold around her head. Suddenly, she was in pitch darkness. This added to her feeling of helplessness.<br><br>She heard the man walk out of the room, leaving her alone, or so she assumed. He had not closed the door behind him but from the sounds that came to her it seemed they were all surrounding her boss. She felt sorry for her. Gabby knew all the codes and would probably tortured to make her tell them. Sally was glad that she was a mere secretary with no useful knowledge for this gangsters.<br><br>Still, the prospect of waiting here without attempting anything while they were dealing with her boss made her feel uneasy. She tried to pull on her cuffs but they had been locked tightly and there was no chance she could slip her hands free. Maybe she could lift the table and at least be able to walk away? But as she explored the table, she realised that there was an horizontal bar close to the bottom of the legs, which prevented her from passing the handcuff chains under it.<br><br>She bent lower, until her face came into contact with her hands, and there she lifted her blindfold. Not completely, but just enough so that she could see under its hem. And then she looked around her to see if she could find anything useful, and also see what was happening to Ms Sanchez. She noticed a letter-cutter on the top of the table. Maybe, if she could get it, it could be useful at a later point?<br><br>She could not use her hands but she lifted her right leg, trussing her skirt higher on her thighs in the process, until she could get her foot over the table. And there she tried to make the letter-opener glide to the edge and fall. Meanwhile, she was surveying what was happening in the hall, ready to stop her action if anybody came back.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 17:49:01</strong>
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				The room spun when he hit her head with the hard helmet.&nbsp; <strong>Gabby</strong> felt dizzy and groaned.&nbsp; She spun her round so fast she felt as if her head was still facing the opposite way.&nbsp; Then he kneed her between the legs, catching her sex hard and making her cry out in shook and pain.&nbsp; <br><br>She spat at him when he asked for the keys, “fuck you scum.” she hissed, “the keys wont do you any good.” She sneered, seeing the other one drag Sally to the meeting room.<br><br>“I'll not tell you anything you cunt.” she kicked out, ignoring the pain between her legs and her spinning heads.&nbsp; Men did not scare her, they were all pricks and she was not about to let them get into the banks safe.
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				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 16:16:11</strong>
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				"Don't leave the Weil alone, Kid!" <strong>Dwayne</strong> addressed Aaron for leaving the redhead alone. "Free her from her shoes, she won't need them tonight!" Dwayne then had to avoid an airborn foot and knee of Sanchez as Al looked on.<br><br>"See that man," Dwayne addressed Al. "She tried to hit my family jewels," Dwayne told Al that Sanchez could've hit his balls, if he hadn't avoided her attempt. He then wondered if she had ever considered length men would go to get info from her in process of robbing her bank. Then he smiled behind the cover of his helmet.<br><br>"Should we tell her how we'll be breaking them tonight to get everything we want and more, men?" Dwayne shouted so that even Aaron and Sally in the office could hear him. But his words were mostly intended for Gabby and Al. Dwayne then clapped his hands together.<br><br>"This isn't just about the money, Miss Sanchez!" Dwayne began to reveal the master plan. Then paused to allow Al a chance to talk to Gabby as he unzipped his jacket. "Need any help with those shoes, kid?" Dwayne turned his attention back to Weil and Aaron.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 17:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her spit, her anger, the word 'cunt' on the woman's tongue – Al felt as if he was remembering himself, his real self, in the exhilaration of the moment, as he strode towards Dwayne and the struggling woman.<br><br>'Family jewels.&nbsp; We'll see her secret rubies and pearls all right!'<br><br>He smiled, feeling he was in charge, in charge of himself and the situation.&nbsp; Yes he was.&nbsp; Cocaine would be his soon, the release into his system, he could feel it already – but for the present moment everything was crystal-clear.&nbsp; Over his shoulder: 'Close eye on that woman in the office now.&nbsp; And her shoes!&nbsp; She'll be looking for a way to get free!'<br><br>Damn but damn, they should have decided on code-words for each other.<br><br>Don't worry, don't worry, Aaron's on alert, he'll know I'm talking to him.<br><br>Dwayne wanted to speechify all right, and Al smiled.&nbsp; They were both feeling a bit triumphant.&nbsp; Dangerous moment: need to stay alert,<br><br>Al could see the pain on the woman's face even as she defied Dwayne.&nbsp; From behind her, Al got his right arm round her neck, elbow at the front.&nbsp; He took her weight and pulled so she had to half-crouch.&nbsp; Fuck the woman, already her hands in the cuffs were fumbling to get a hold of him, her legs balancing as if to try and kick him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was a fighter all right.&nbsp; <br><br>'Just find the key to lock the door and I'll take the Bitch on inside.&nbsp; OK Number 2?'<br><br>Maybe if Dwayne answered him 'Number 1' they'd know they were understanding each other.<br><br>Then the woman in his grasp writhed as he began to drag her across the floor.&nbsp; 'That's your name name, Gabby, isn't it, Gabby?&nbsp; No, it isn't, it's Bitch.&nbsp; C'mon, Bitch!'&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 21:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron nodded again as Al and Dwayne made comments, he inwardly smiled at Dwaynes attitude although no one would see it through his helmet, he turned back into the office and looked down at the woman "i said not to move" he said in his plain voice.<br>looking at the desk he saw the knife and picked it up, putting it in his pocket, he stood in the doorway then, just looking down at her
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 23:43:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took <strong>Dwayne</strong> a few short seconds to figure out Al was using his own code to talk without revealing names.<br><br>"Good idea, One!" Dwayne replied quickly and calmly. "Tell the bitch what we have planned for her!" Dwayne was more excited about the plan for Sanchez and Weil than the bank vault now.<br><br>Dwayne was also removing his jacket and helmet now that the two bitches were blindfolded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 18:49:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Tell her what we have planned for her?&nbsp; What, innocent fellows like us?&nbsp; We have nothing special planned, do we?'<br><br>He shook her a little to rile her.&nbsp; Ah: what was that sound?<br><br>'She's going to tell us the two combinations we need and we'll be right on our way without even getting a glimpse of a nipple, isn't that right, Bitch?'<br><br>With his free left hand he tweaked her left nipple through her clothes, just to get a reaction.<br><br>'Hey Number Two - I believe when I shook the Bitch I heard a little jangling.'<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 19:32:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't easy to fight and protest with her hands cuffed, but she was not about to go quietly.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was grabbed, held in a way she couldnt fight.&nbsp; She was seething, if a hand or finger or arm got near her mouth she snapped at it.&nbsp; She fought hard, even as she was dragged across the floor.<br><br>"Screw you" she hissed, spitting at him.&nbsp; "You'll not get anything" she told him, her eyes hard, full of hatred.&nbsp; Fucking males you couldnt trust them at all.<br><br>"I'm not going to tell you anything" she told him. When he pinched her nipple she narrowed her eyes, "you think <em>that</em> will make me talk?" she spat at him again, "you are just scum, you do not deserve to live" she seethed, struggling in his grip.&nbsp; The keys jingled in her pocket, she&nbsp; wished she had put them somewhere else, but she had been ready to close up.....<br><br>There was a ripple of fear beginning to feel its way through her.&nbsp; She refused to give into it, she would not allow these animals to do this...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 06:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dwayne made his way towards the two women, his partners in crime and the office after removing his jacket and helmet.<br><br>"Hey One, I think Three should find out what is in her pockets!" Dwayne looked at Sally and Aaron. "Feel Gabby up and find the keys for me, Three!" Dwayne laughed after asking the kid to feel Gabby up.<br><br>"I'll get Sally ready for you to punish," Dwayne shouted as he grabbed Sally by her hair and pushed sideways on her head. "Did it feel good, One?" Dwayne asks Al about Gabby's nipple while holding Sally by her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 14:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did it feel good?&nbsp; Heck, he could feel the pleasure starting to ripple through him like a drug...<br><br>...Al wished he'd found a moment to take a snort of the coke that was burning a hole in his back pocket.&nbsp; But the others seemed to need him and...<br><br>...and anyway he liked the feel of the Bitch in his grasp.<br><br>'Let's get her up on the table.&nbsp; The Bitch I mean.&nbsp; Spreadeagled I think, Two.&nbsp; Then Three, you can see if you can find the keys, they must be somewhere about her lovely person.'&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; She was their possession now, to do what they liked with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 19:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron nodded at Dwayne's instructions, he moved away from Sally and headed towards where Gabby was cuffed, removing his own helmet and jacket as he did, showing that he was younger then the other two by several years.<br><br>his hands roughly began frisking Gabby, feeling every part of her that the keys may have been hidden, eventually he found them in the inner pocket of her top just over her right breast, after feeling them he tore the top off and let the keys drop into his hand "i have them" he said, his voice still in its bored yet even tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 14:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sally</strong> was terrified by what she heard. Those guys were real sickos. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, not to for the prospect of getting the money but just for the act itself. Her poor boss seemed to be in a bad situation but egotistically, Sally was glad they had forgotten her.<br><br>But suddenly she felt her hair yanked backwards and she moaned in pain.<br><br><strong>"Please, don't hurt me!"</strong> she begged. <strong>"I don't have any key. I can't help you!"</strong> And then, after a second of thinking. <strong>"Nor can Miss Sanchez either. You are attacking the wrong persons!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 20:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of ripping fabric and the sound of Sally speaking was exciting to <strong>Dwayne</strong>.<br><br>"I'll hurt you, if I want to!" Dwayne snarled as he grabbed one of Sally's tits through her clothing. "You bitches are going to get all three of us and each other!" Dwayne released her tit and checked on her handcuffs as well as her blindfold.<br><br>"Kid give me the keys and search Sally's body for weapons!" Dwayne stood back up after talking to Aaron. "I'd love to help you get this one on the table, One!" Dwayne said as he once again stood close to Gabby, the lesbo man hating bitch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 16:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Did that feel good?&nbsp; The nipple?'<br><br>He was having a moment: Al.&nbsp; Did every man have it?&nbsp; Just on the threshhold of getting what he - what they - wanted, he felt like walking away.<br><br>No, no.&nbsp; <br><br>'Hey guys, I just gotta, gotta...'<br><br>He gestured.&nbsp; He was already on his way to the rest room.&nbsp; He knew what he needed.<br><br>But then he turned.&nbsp; He didn't want the other guys to think he was chicken or anything.&nbsp; 'Let's start on their tits, guys!' he called.<br><br>Hey, hey, bravado.&nbsp; Just saying it made him feel better.&nbsp; And he heard a strangled woman's cry, as he made it to the cubicle, as he placed the little shard of mirror on top of the cistern and opened up the little packet of tinfoil, and sliced himself a little slice of joy, any moment now he would feel better, better, hey maybe the jagged little shard of mirror would go nicely against a sensitive nipple...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 22:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabby continued to fight.&nbsp; She kicked out, fought as hard as she could, but she was no match for the men.&nbsp; Fear was beginning to spread through her as she was forcibly lifted onto the table.&nbsp; She hated the way they had touched her, the bastard would suffer, if she got free she could cut his manhood off and feed it to him.<br><br>They found the fucking keys.&nbsp; One disappeared leaving her with the others.&nbsp; She looked for Sally but she couldn't see her.&nbsp; She kicked out, trying to kick one of the guys, "you whore spawn" she screamed, "fucking let us go." She hissed, "if you touch me again." she threatened, continuing to resist them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 01:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron handed the key's over to Dwayne like he asked as usual didn't object to the orders they gave him, walking back to the room sally was in he squatted down in front of her, his blank expressionless eyes bored right into hers "don't move" he commanded as if it was possible and he began to rip her cloths, revealing more skin each time, despite his emotionless expression he grew hard when her bra was exposed revealing her breasts whick looked like they were about to fall out from all the rough moving they had put her though, if she moved Aaron would simple slap her with the back of his hand and repeat his order "don't move" once her cloths were practically none existent apart from her underwear he reached his hand out and grabbed one of her breasts firmly and began to roughly fondle it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 09:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; (http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/da/dawnallynn/878178_green-eyed_redhead_93.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Sally Weil</strong></div><hr></div>Sally heard someone walk to her room again and she cowered under the table as good as she could. The blindfold was preventing her to see who was coming and what his expression was, but she knew it could not mean any good.<br><br>And indeed the man began to tear her clothes off, beginning with her shirt, whose buttons exploded and fell on the floor like hail. She tried to move away from the man.<br><br><strong>"Please, don't! Not my... aaaagh!!!!"</strong><br><br>The violence of the slap caused her face to snap sidewards, while her cheek reddened under the brutal impact. Her head was ringing from the blow and she was terrified. From then on, she did not dare to move or hinder her undressing in any way.<br><br>Her blouse was torn to shreds, until her torso was totally bare except for her white lace bra, from which her firm breasts seemed ready to explode. She was panting fast, terrorised. Her skirt was next, torn into long ribbons of cream-coloured material, revealing her sex white lace thong framed between her firm, round buttocks.<br><br>And there she was, wearing only her underwears and her high-heels, chained to the table foot, blindfolded.<br><br><strong>"Please, please... Don't hurt me. I have money in my purse, you can take it all, but please, don't hurt me"</strong> she pleaded, not sure where to turn her face to.<br><br>As in a response, she felt strong fingers grab her right breast and fondle it carelessly, kneading into the firm flesh, entering under her bra, painfully playing with the glands. She moaned and twisted her chest away to escape the unwanted touch.<br><br><strong>"Please, don't do that!"</strong> she begged again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bank Job - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CriminalMindsFan</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 07:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Dwayne</strong> shouted a couple words of excitement that nearly revealed fact that he was a dark skinned man once the keys were given to him by Aaron. Then he was suddenly alone with the boss bitch when Al left to go to the rest room and Aaron returned to search Sally.<br><br>"What you gonna do, Gabby?" Dwayne asked while shaking the keys that he now had in his possession. "I'm touching you again!" Dwayne squeezed her left tit through her partially ripped jacket and shirt. "And again!" he gave her other tit the same treatment before running off to lock the door.<br><br>Dwayne looked in on Aaron and Sally on his way back to Gabby. He left the keys in the door so that he knew exactly where to find them later. "See if you can find some paper clips, Kid!" Dwayne yelled for Aaron to find paper clips to use on their nipples.
			</dd>
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