That was
Then, This is Now – Together
“I really
cannot believe it has been fifty years.”
“Tell me about
it,” Tanya said as she looked across the table, “fifty years – and yet, here we
are.” The blonde was wearing a crimson
red blouse with a tie neck, the billowing sleeves gathered at her wrists, and
tight white jodhpurs which were tucked into a pair of over the knee black
leather boots – boots which had a killer stiletto heel. Raising her glass, she said “A toast – to
fifty years of adventure, Irene.”
“Fifty years,”
her partner said as she raised her glass in salute. Her hair was dyed platinum blonde, and she
was wearing a white jersey dress with vertical black lines, and over the knee
patent leather boots which hugged her slim legs. “It has passed so fast.”
“And yet with
so much fun,” Tanya said with a smile.
“I still remember that day we first met – quite a day wasn’t it?”
“Oh yes – quite
a day….”
1972
Williams and
Glyn Bank, Nottingham
“Tanya?”
The twenty-two-year-old
turned as she heard the branch manager and said “yes, Mr Grimsdale?”
“I’d like you
to meet Irene Pickering – she started with us this morning. Perhaps you can show her the ropes?”
“I’d be pleased
to,” Tanya said as she looked at the young woman. She had long dark brown hair, and was wearing
a tight striped jersey with dark sleeves, a knee length pleated skirt and high
dark brown leather boots. “So – first
job?”
“Yeah – I
graduated last month,” Irene said as she looked at the other woman. She also had long dark hair, but she was
wearing a diamond patterned sleeveless dress over a white roll neck sweater,
white buttons going from her waist to the neckline, and knee length white
leather boots laced up the front. “Have
you worked here long?”
“A couple of
months,” Tanya said with a smile, “so, come and take the counter next to me,
and we can start to show you what is needed.”
Irene nodded as
she took the counter next to her new friend, smiling at the customers as they
deposited cheques, made withdrawals, and conducted the general business of the
bank.
As the clock
approached three thirty, Irene glanced to her side and said “so what do you do
for a good time round this place?”
“You’re new to
the city, right?”
“Does it show?”
“Only if you
know what you are looking for,” Tanya said with a wink. “Well…”
“Nobody fucking
MOVE”
Both young
women heard the loud bang and saw the smoke rising from the shortened barrel of
the gun in the gloved hands of one of the men who had just walked in. There were four of them – one of them closing
the doors of the bank. The last customer
had just left, so there was nothing unusual in that action – what was going on
behind the closed doors was.
“EVERYONE OUT
OF THERE – ON THE FLOOR, HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK.”
The man holding
the gun pointed it directly as Mr Grimsdale as he said “do what he says,” lying
face down on the floor as Tanya and Irene joined the other staff behind the counter
in coming out. The four men were wearing
blue boiler suits and had stockings pulled down over their heads, distorting
their faces as they forced everyone to put their hands on their heads.
“Get the tills
emptied,” the man said to two of the other men, and then he looked at the
manager. “Did you just piss yourself?”
“No…”
“Yes he did,”
Tanya whispered as she glanced at Irene, “I can smell it.”
“Got the money
– but we need the safe opened.”
“Right – get
these two in there,” the leader said as Tanya and Irene were forced to their
feet and marched into the inner office.
Mr Grimsdale was forced in by the gang leader, the sawn-off shotgun held
by his side as he said “get these two little ladies tied up – then if he
doesn’t open the safe, hurt them.”
“Look, you don’t
have to,” Tanya said, but she could not stop the man pulling her hands behind her
back, and the feeling of the rough rope rubbing on her wrists as they were
forced together. She glanced at Irene as
her wrists were secured as well, before they were forced to sit back to back,
more rope wrapped round both of them as they were forced together.
“Are you
scared?”
“What do you
think,” Irene whispered as their bodies were forced closer together. She then felt Tanya holding her hand as she
said “don’t be – we can both get through this – and besides, I want to take you
out for a drink.”
“With some of
the others?”
“No – just
you.”
Irene looked
forward before she said “how did you…”
“I didn’t – not
until just now,” Tanya said as she felt her hand being squeezed, and then she
heard a mumbling.
“Irene?”
“Shut up,” the
masked man sad as a rag was pushed into her mouth, and then more of the rough
rope was wrapped round her head forcing the cloth further into her mouth as it
rubbed at the corners of her mouth. She felt
the gentle pressure on her hand increase as the man held the shotgun next to
them, the leader of the gang scowling as he looked at Mr Grimsdale
“The safe –
NOW!”
He nodded as he
opened the safe – and then fell unconscious to the floor as he was hit with the
barrel of the gun. Tanya could see the
blood seeping from his head as the two men made short work of emptying the
contents and then running out.
“Thnhyhhyy?”
“Yhsss?”
“Uhllrht?”
Tanya nodded as
she felt the cloth soaking up the saliva in her mouth. “Hwddhwhghtfhrrhhh?”
“Whwhwhttt –
bhtwhrthghffhr.”
“Dhuhmhnd?”
“Nhh –
hwhnttobehfuh.”
They both then
heard the alarm ringing, as one of their colleagues came in and said “my god –
let me get some scissors….”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,”
Irene said as she looked at the red marks on her wrists, then pulled down the
cuffs of her jumper to cover them before she sipped her drink. “You?”
“My mouth hurts
more than anything,” Tanya said with a smile.
“Still – a different first day.”
“True – look,
when we were in there, did I imagine you saying something about me?”
Tanya blushed
as she said “I might have – does that shock you?”
“No – it’s just
not something you say out in the open, is it.”
“No it’s not –
so, interested?”
Now
“And I’m glad
you said yes,” Irene said as she looked at Tanya, the two women holding hands –
until the door burst open and she said “who the…”
“Oh look – the
two dykes are home.” Both Irene and
Tanya stared at the two young men who had come in, both wearing denim jackets
and jeans – and one of them carrying a gun in his gloved hand as he looked at
them. “Either of you going to give us
any trouble?”
“Young man,
what is the meaning of this?”
“We’re robbing
you – and we’re going to make sure you can’t stop us,” the first young man as
his partner put a large sprots bag on the floor, opening it as Tanya saw him
take out ropes. “So stand up, both of
you, and put your hands behind your back.”
“All right,”
Irene said as she and Tanya looked at each other, and they both stood up.
“Bert – tie the
dyke’s hands behind her back.”
“My name is
Irene,” she said quietly, “please use that name, not your prejudiced thinking.”
“Oh lah tee
dah” Bert said as he pulled Irene’s hands behind her back and lashed hem
tightly together with the thin white rope. The rope held them firmly together,
before Bert took a longer length of rope out and wrapped it round her body,
forcing her arms to her sides and her chest out as he took it round above and
below her breasts.
Tanya looked at
her, he way her dress was stretched over her chest as the bands were pulled tighter,
until she felt the rope round her own wrists behind her back as they were bound
tightly together.
“They’re a
right pair of GILFs, aren’t they Ernie,” Bert said as he looked over Irene’s
shoulder.
“Yeah – think
they want to feel a real man in them?”
“Let me know if
you have one to spare,” Irene said – before she grunted as the ropes were
pulled tighter round her chest, stretching her blouse as she was bound as well.
“You should not
tease them so,” Irene said as Bert took shorter lengths of rope between her
arms and her body, making the bands that framed her chest tighter as she
twisted round.
“Well, we still
think you know should know how a man feels,” Bert said as he secured Tanya’s
arms, and then reached round, groping her chest with his gloved hands as Ernie
did the same to Irene.
“Does this make
you feel big,” Irene said as she closed her eyes, “threatening two old women
and doing this to them?”
“Do you deny
how it makes you feel?”
“No – no, but
it’s not a loving thing I sit?”
“Do we look as
if we care?”
Irene and Tanya
looked at each other, shaking their heads as both intruders took another length
of rope out and doubled it over, then passed it under the ropes that framed
their chest before they pulled it down, bringing the bands round the base of
their breasts as the ropes dropped to the ground.
“Well, looks as
if we are going to be distracted,” Tanya said as she raised an eyebrow, and
then she groaned as the rope was pulled back between her legs, pressing up on
her pants as Ernie secured the ends behind her.
Irene nodded as
the rope was pulled back between her legs, hiking up the skirt of her dress as
the ropes rubbed on her sex. She was
glad she had gone commando in a way, as she felt the rubbing no there while
Bert secured the ropes behind her.
“Ahh….”
“You’re not
wearing any either, are you?”
“No,” Tanya
whispered, “and I had a Brazilian the other day as well. This is going to be different…”
“Get up the
stairs,” Ernie said as both women were forced to walk out of the room, Bert
picking up the bag as they were marched up the stairs and into the master
bedroom. Both of them were then forced
to lie down on the bed as their ankles were crossed, and then they heard the
squeak of rope on leather as their ankles were secured together.
“We’re staying
here, aren’t we?”
“Do you think
we can find a way to pass the time?”
Tanya looked at her partner as the rope was passed round her legs below her
knees and then they were bound together.
She glanced
over to see the ropes round Irene’s legs, and then her legs were pulled back as
her bound ankles were secured to the rope between her legs. She grunted as the same thing as done to her,
and then they were both rolled onto their sides, facing each other.
“Well, I did
not anticipate spending our anniversary in this way,” Irene said as she
wriggled round.
“Indeed – but
this is at least more comfortable. No
rope rubbing on the corners of my mouth.”
“Yet – don’t
give these two idiots any more ideas.”
Tanya laughed
as she wriggled and moaned at the same time - and then opened her mouth to
complain. No complaint came out,
however, as Irene watched Bert stuff a dirty pair of her panties into her mouth,
and then wrap silver tape round her head to make sure they stayed in there.
“Tanya?”
“Dhntwhrrhe”
Tanya moaned as she watched Ernie gag her partner with her own dirty panties,
the tape pressing in on her cheeks as it was wound tightly round her head. They stared at each other as the two young
men looked at them, and then heard them walk away as they stared at each other.
“Swhhtdhwhdhnh?”
“Hfshmfhn,” Irene
said as she wriggled over and then pressed her taped lips on Irene’s. Her partner returned the kiss, the two of
them closing their eyes as they used their ankles to move the ropes between
their legs, feeling the effect on their bodies as the dampness and the sensations
increased.
“Uhlhhkhmshnhhh.”
“Shdhuh,” Irene
said, smiling under the tape as she nuzzled Tanya’s chest, then let her return
the favour before they kissed again, lost in each other…
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