My Very Last
Job
It happened
ten years ago. I found out that I was pregnant and I told my boss that I wanted
out, no more jobs, no more thrills, no more nothing. A plain a boring (as if!)
life was what I wanted for me!
Unlike Sean’s
father, my boss was a gentleman and wished me well in my new ‘crime-free’ life.
He knew that I
would never betray him, and that I would never be (honestly) put in a situation
(by law enforcement agencies) that I would have no other option than rat him
out.
I used to be
really good in what I did, I still am... but nowadays I don’t break into other
people’s houses, beat or tie them up, rob them blind or even kidnap them as I
used to...
So there was
I, in that early stage when you can’t say that a gal is ‘carrying’, and
enjoying some well-deserved vacancies. Once I returned here, and found if I was
the mother of a little angel or a little devil, I would seek some ‘honest’ job.
I had enough ‘legit’ money with me to last two or three years on my own, even
spending it lavishly as I was in those days at the beach.
Then came the
phone call, in my hotel room, that I wasn’t expecting.
Honestly, I
wasn’t.
My former boss
wanted me to do ‘one last job’ for him. I tried to refuse but he told me that
he had no option, I was the person he knew (and trusted in) that was the
closest possible to a gal who was keeping an envelope that a dude had stolen
from him. The second closest trusted person was but five hours away, and I was
(at most) half an hour away from the dame. So the idea was for me to break in
at her house, steal the stuff and meet the ‘2nd trusted’ and deliver it to him
or her.
He didn’t tell
me, at first, who was that person.
He actually
didn’t give me too many details. In the past that didn’t bothered me at all.
‘Go there and
break that guy’s legs!’, and I went ‘there’ and did it without making any
question.
‘Grab that
chick and keep her out of sight for a week!’, and I delivered a tight package
of human flesh to one of my ‘safe harbors’ without bothering to wonder why I
was doing it...
But now it was
different. I demanded, for the first and last time, some details.
To put it
simple; he was blackmailing some hypocrite ‘holier-than-thou’ fella into doing
his biding.
The envelope
showed the guy in a bed with a girl half his age, who wasn’t his ugly wife, and
some other stuff that exposed the ways he had used to solve his financial
problems, embezzlement for those who didn’t followed me. Twelve pages and five
big pictures, that was what I was supposed to find in the envelope that was
hidden somewhere in the bungalow I was now facing...
I went there.
What else could I do?
I owed him a
lot, and I knew that he was true to his word (although I swore to myself that I
soon as possible I would be back to my – then – new home, here in this state where
he still has like dozens of guys and gals that he can hire for such jobs) and
that would be ‘the last time’...
It was broad
daylight, there were half a dozen (or more) other bungalows in both directions
and the beach they were all facing wasn’t exactly empty, but since it was ‘sort
of’ a secluded one there wouldn’t be too many folks to watch me as I went to
the front door, and at most they would be able to identify me as: ‘a white gal
in a blue & white bikini, 60’s style, hair and face hidden under a white
wide brim hat with a blue strip at the base of the crown, a bit taller than the
other dames at the beach but not very muscular’. Oh, and carrying a ‘large
beach bag’ with her.
A very large
one, filled with all sort of stuff I could buy by the beach in the twenty
minutes I used to ‘gather’ my working materials as I checked the place.
I bought stuff here and there, always making sure that my big hat hid my face
from any camera, and if by any chance the cops (later) did trace the stuff I
would use back to this or that shop, or vendor, all the he or she would be able
to say about me was that I was using ‘ridiculously big shades’ (that I
credited, to two of them, to ‘partying hard till too late in the morning’)!
What I bought? Four sleep blindfolds, a lot of string bikinis, a dozen
hankies (in various sizes and colors) or so, a pair of gloves, some ‘tools’
and, using as an excuse the fact that I was a bit of an hypochondriac (!),
among a lot of useless stuff... well, the anti-morning sickness stuff was for
real as well as the vitamin C’s..., but aside those two I bought a lot of stuff
at a drugstore that I didn’t used and threw away, and also those three rolls of
Elastoplast.
As soon as I
got in front of the front door I ‘fumbled’ in my bag, as I put on the gloves,
and grabbed the tools I would need to open the door... which was unlocked. I
got in and went looking around.
The place was
a huge mess, I could see that two gals were using the rented place and that
both of them were deep into messy & untidy places. Used clothes and bikinis
(!) sprawled around and the four big luggages were over the single bed. To put
it simple, they had arrived, opened their luggages as they selected ‘which ones’
they would use and had ran to the beach... and were back!
There was just
a closet in that room and I ran inside it, while two blonde beach bunnies came
in arguing with each other. Gal number one was a couple of inches smaller than
the other, her bra size was three sizes bigger than the other one (who had hers
bigger than mine) and had a very long hair, down to the small of her back! Gal
number two was about my size, but much more slender, and was the one in charge.
Both had the same shade of light blonde hair, but weren’t related in any way.
I mean, both
were beautiful gals, but number one was something... something that you only
see in men’s magazine of the finest kind while number two was more a streetwise
beauty, good looking gal that you see everywhere. And number one was paying for
everything while number two was giving the orders. They were arguing about
number one’s bikini, deemed ‘(Not) too small’ by number two (although I didn’t
hear the first word at the moment).
As if number
two’s wasn’t incredibly small!
But at some
point number two put her index finger over number one’s lips and said in calm,
melodic and very imperative tone: ‘Shush! The white with yellow polka dots, not
any other, or I will leave you inside that closet over there while I enjoy that
restaurant... Is that clear?’ and she went to the bathroom to take a bath...
and kill Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I Will Survive’!
Number one
pouted, stomped her feet and sighed, and decided to clean the room as she tried
to find a way to convince her lover (fairly obvious) to change her mind about her
bikini!
So she grabbed
the clothes and bikinis, put some of them back on the luggages, closed the
luggages and grabbed the small pile of T-shirts, trousers and shorts, she had separated
the clothes that they would effectively use and walked toward the closet...
I grabbed her
as soon as she managed to open it. The buildup closet had two doors, she opened
one and placed the pile she was carrying on the floor, and as she straightened
herself she saw my feet... and soon I had her in a bodylock and totally inside
the closet.
‘Listen up! I
don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt your friend or whatever... I
am here to steal something and I don’t want anything else from here. I won’t
hurt you, rape you or kill you and the same goes to her! Just close your eyes
and don’t fight back and everything will be fine...’
She was scared
stiff in my arms! I had to repeat the order and swiftly had her eyes covered
with one of the blindfolds, (…) it was a white wide one and it had ‘DON’T
DISTURB ME!!!’ in bold black letters written on it!... Next, since the closet
was not wide enough for the both of us..., I went outside carrying her airborne
in my arms... she wasn’t exactly light as a feather, but...
Anyway, aside
the blindfold I didn’t use any of the bikinis I had bought to blind anyone I
found at the bungalow, I used hers! And that’s when I got a surprise. She was
wearing a very small bikini, but the only one I found that was ‘white with
yellow polka dots’ was even smaller! It basically covered the nipples and...
down there... and nothing else! But at least the fabric was good...
I used the top
on her crossed ankles, the bottom I used on her calves and thighs (after I
folded her legs), another top on her wrists, its bottom was used to create a
tight hogtie, and the last top & bottom were used to trap her arms. Inside
her mouth, filled to the maximum possible, were two folded hankies, and over
the lips went the Elastoplast...
I had a taut
package at my feet in record time, and her lover was now ravaging ‘I Am What I
Am’ in the bathroom as she toweled herself and asked out loud why ‘Bessie’ had become
so silent all of a sudden... She opened the door and saw ‘Bessie’ writhing over
the bed, got out of the bathroom as if to rush to her help... and I threw a
towel over her head as I tripped her feet.
She went down
and I was on top of her before she could react, her right hand twisted and
trapped in between her shoulder blades (by my right hand), my left knee against
her back and blinded by the towel. She fought a little, but I can be vicious... I could be vicious sometimes.
‘Stop it! I am
not here to hurt any of you so don’t make me hurt you! Stop it! I just want
to...’
‘Is that about
that stupid envelope?!!’ – She half asked / half yelled under me.
‘Blue
envelope, big and wide...?’
‘Yeah, that
one... I knew it was a bad idea... I just knew it! Look, you want it... fine,
it only means to me that I won’t gonna receive the five hundred bucks I was
going to use to buy my gal a special gift! Just that! You want it? It’s at the
bottom of the black luggage, under all my... clothes. Just take it! But
please... please... don’t hurt her okay? Just don’t...’
‘Stop fighting
me and I won’t going to hurt anyone. I am a hired thief, not a sadistic piece
of ****!’
So she went
limp and I had her gagged and blindfolded by her own hands in no time.
She knelt on
the floor when I told she and I used more of Bessie’s bikinis to bind
her, and since this one had more muscles than the previous one, I used more
bikini tops and bottoms on her. About twice more than I had used with Bessie!
Her blindfold? Plain and in a dark shade of blue. After I was done I grabbed
her, this one wasn’t as easy to carry as the other one (she needed a diet)...,
and placed her over the large bed. Next I grabbed Bessie and dragged her
slowly towards her lover, their hands touched and in the next second their
fingers were intertwining.
‘Look you
two... that’s my last job, ever, okay? I am sorry you two decided to return to
an early... to a late lunch or whatever. You probably wouldn’t have found that
I was here and would have enjoyed this wonderful town and its beaches... Oh, I
was forgetting... Are you feeling this?’
I grabbed Bessie’s
ankles and tugged at the fabric holding them crossed.
‘It’s the
white with polka dots... I kinda ruined it by tying you up with it... sorry...’
Bessie’s
reaction was an almost smile under the four/five layers of Elastoplast over her
lips, her lover’s reaction was obviously of rage, so I slapped the naked gal’s
buttocks, and Bessie’s ones as well (she started to protest as soon as I
landed my hand over the bare flesh for the first time) and crouched by the bed
as I opened the black luggage.
I found the
envelope, with all of its expected contents, under another envelope...
With pictures
of Bessie in obvious consensual restraint... Her lover did promise to leave her
locked inside the closet if she didn’t put on the ‘white with yellow dots’,
remember?
Anyway...
aside a single picture wearing a white T-shirt and white trousers (and black
rope and lots of black tape), Bessie was either buck naked or at least
topless (while wearing only panties or thong bikini bottoms) in all of them.
Hogtied, frogtied, suspended, pole tied... you name it. She was bound that way
and while in some she pretended to be scared, in others her delight was obvious!
‘You guys are
into it?’
Both stood
frozen with fear as they realized what I meant with the question...
‘Look, babes,
I am a retiring criminal... I am NOT going to blackmail you. I am only paying a
favor for a friend who asked my help and who is NOT going to pay me for that...
So, are you into it?’
Both girls
nodded as their grip on each other’s finger became obviously unbearable!
‘I intend to
leave you... Bessie, by the front door. You’ll have to worm your way
back to here, where I will leave a pair of shears taped by this bed on the
floor. You, ‘bossy lady who wants her lover to go technically naked in
public’, well this large bed has an interesting headboard... I think I will
anchor you kneeling with your torso bound to it... it will be Bessie’s
job to free you. But what if somebody saw me getting in? Or getting out? Would
you like that the police found out about...’
Both girl
shook their heads vehemently!
‘That’s what I
thought. If you gals manage to free yourselves... don’t worry about the pics. I
have your addresses and, within a week, I’ll be delivering it back to you, in
person. Okay?’
So I grabbed Bessie’s
lover and had her bound against the headboard in no time, it was one of those
carved wood ones, quite beautiful and artistic, with the help of the very last
one of Bessie’s bikinis.
Next I grabbed
Bessie, still marveling as how light she was, and carried her away.
I placed her
sitting by the door, with her back against it and removed her gag, after a
quick trip to the kitchen where I grabbed a glass of water for her.
‘Are you
really going to return them? My pictures? You promise?’
‘Sure... I
have no interest at all in exposing you, doll. The guy who asked me a favor, he
don’t want that whoever is the loser who was going to pay your lover five hundred...’
‘It’s Dick...
Richard ‘Dick’ Dane, the last guy she had before... she found herself... and
me. Is he going to die if you take the envelope with you?’
‘Who knows?
Not my business... is it yours?’
‘I hope he
dies, but I don’t know about her... Listen... For how long you want me to
keep...’
I placed my
finger over those big lips and she got the idea.
‘I don’t want
to know her name, I already know that yours is Lizbeth Aaronson, and your
address as well, and that’s too much for me. But you were saying?’
‘I honestly
don’t know for how long I can keep her bound and gagged if she still
think that he’s worth the effort, but I think I can give you about one hour if
she starts making treats and demands behind her gag. You really promise you
will return our mementos?’
I regagged her,
and used a lot of Elastoplast this time, before I answered.
‘I said that I
would, and I am a woman of honor!’
I resisted the
urge to spank her once more, removed the gloves and tidied myself in the mirror
before I left. One hour later I met a good friend at an airport fifty miles up
north, he was airborne within forty minutes and flied back here with the
envelope in his briefcase. I returned to my hotel room and looked around in the
news, nothing on the TV or websites of local newspapers. Around 8 PM I had a
phone call from my ex-boss. He was exulting!
With the
envelope in his power he had managed to force the holier-than-thou fella to
stop being a pain in his *** in the most critical moment possible! He did
mention ‘Dick’, after I casually asked him about the consequences of my
actions, and said that the guy was done! That he didn’t bothered to ‘swat’
small flies like him, especially after they ‘lost their wings’.
I did a quick
trip back here the next day.
Basically I
went to the airport, flied all the way from Florida to here and went straight
to Bessie’s address. The police was there, attracted by Dick’s reaction
to his downfall...
Nothing really
ugly, he wasn’t even capable of doing that, but they (Bessie and her
lover) told the cops about what had happened the previous day and sealed Dick’s
fate for good. Last I heard of him the feds tried to use him as a witness
against my ex-boss, but he had neither proofs nor anything else of any of his
claims against him so... he was a waste of their time as well.
I flied back
to Florida and enjoyed the rest of the week and a half I had paid, in advance,
for at that hotel. I returned home and waited a couple of weeks, and then one
night I surprised both girls... (...)
(Sigh)... You
want details, right?
(Perv...)
Okay... With
my tools, that I buried and/or destroyed after that night, it was a piece of
cake for me to get into their house. I mean, Lizbeth is quite the rich gal, she
had a Porsche in her garage! But her security system is not even a hundred
bucks’ worth! So I went in, it was something around 3 AM, straight to the
master bedroom, and found Bessie... tightly roped up with a mile or so of white
rope, cleave gagged with as white and long scarf and blindfolded with another.
Seriously, her lover must have taken a couple of hours to wrap all that rope
around her legs and arms and everything else!
(Alright…) Her
ankles had been crossed and her legs were totally roped up, there was rope even
around the soles of her feet! And her arms had been bound as close as possible,
Bessie is (or was at the time) a very flexible girl, in a ‘monoglove of rope’
before they were ‘melted’ to her back…
As for her
giant mam… breasts they were roped up and actually squashed as well.
Her lover?
Sleeping in the buff while holding her captive in her arms...
So I placed my
gloved hand over her eyes... and had to harrumph quite loudly! Both girls awoke
with a start, and became rigid when I revealed myself.
‘I am sorry it
took so long for me to show up... but I heard about Dick’s attempt of breaking
in...’
‘You have them
with you?’ – She asked rather frantically ignoring my explanation.
‘I will leave
them over your comber, be a doll like Bessie...’
I gagged and
blindfolded her with a roll of white tape I found on the way up to their room…,
next I did a quick but efficient job with the rest of the roll and had her
trapped in a taut hogtie.
Next I set out
to free Bessie... Can you believe that she fought against it?
She had kept
her lover bound and gagged, after she ‘told’ Bessie (by shaking her head or
nodding) that she didn’t cared that much about Dick’s life, for over five
hours! So, of course, per their own set of rules, she was to be strictly
punished for a month! At the very least! I regagged her (with the last three strips
that roll could produce) and told her that only MY rules mattered to me.
And my rules
said that Bessie would be the one, again, that would free her lover, after she
wormed her way from the front door up to the master bedroom, and not the other
way around!
Bessie’s bonds
were very simple, wrists and ankles and some rope linking them but… what the
hell!
That was a
real deal deep into bondage & BDSM (lesbian) couple I was dealing with!
They got a bit
frantic as they heard me rummaging through their stuff, but I only wanted
something to make me sure that I would have at least half an hour head start
before Bessie freed herself once I left. After a while… presto! A hidden room
behind the third large closet of the floor!
Don’t ask me
about its size, or the other ones’…
And there I
found mannequins, corsets, and lots of BDSM stuff! Including the ‘special’
cuffs I put on Bessie’s wrists and ankles, before I removed the rope. They had
no chain between the bracelets, and the one connecting each pair of cuffs had but
a few links, carried her downstairs and before closed the door she was already
starting her odyssey… and flipping the bird with both hands at me!
I first
thought about giving her the best spanking I could, but then I realized that I
was chuckling, so I went back in and closed the door, went to the bar in the
hall and served myself a root beer and watched her efforts. And as she finally
made it up there I put another (unopened) very cold can of root beer over her
arched behind… man, did she jump!
In the next
moment she was back into ‘scared stiff’ mode in my arms as I cradled her body
against mine, sat on the floor… and did nothing for like ten minutes. When she
finally protested (meekly as it was)… I actually hugged her naked and bound
body.
‘I could bind
you in a most humiliating way, I could spank hard or I could really hurt right
now, and there’s nothing she could do to help you. And I could rob you blind
and steal all sort of ‘mementos’ you have of your time under her power to
blackmail you, or just kidnap you, or do all that to and with her. But I won’t
gonna do it. Why? I left that life behind me two weeks ago. The only reason
that I am here now is that I wanted to go out with a bang… the biggest heist I
never did. But I will leave with a good counsel, your security system sucks!
Big time! Change it or the next person who is good enough to break into this
house with her, or his, eyes shut might not be like me…’
Then I kissed
her on her cheek and told her that I had lied and had taped the keys of her cuffs
on her lover’s belly, which was a lie. Sometimes I wonder how long it took for
Bessie to realize it…
In any case I
‘dropped by’ one last time a few hours later, just walking down the street around noon and took a peek as Bessie
(and her gal) were dressed in suits (hers was pink while her lover’s navy blue)
as they left their manor in a good mood. I kept walking down the street for
twenty minutes more and never ever went back in that part of the town.
Six months
later Sean was around and the rest is history…