Tigress Rising
May 20th 2012
6 pm
The de Ros Mansion, 5th
Avenue
“It has been
some time now,” Diana said as she sipped her coffee, “and I do think it is time
to do so again.” She smiled as she
adjusted the skirt of her grey dress and looked round the room.
Her daughter
Abigail was sitting with Carina Huntingdown, both
still wearing their school uniforms. The
petite blonde in the red jacket and tartan skirt contrasted with the five foot
eight thirteen year old.
“Well, I would
like to have that feeling again,” Sandy Richmond said as she sat with her
nanny, Heather Smith.
“Are you all
sure you want to do this?” Juliette looked closely into the eyes of her three
friends and the two young girls. “We seem to have got away with it once, who
says we can do it twice?”
“Well unless we
try Ju we will never know,” Sandy spoke enthusiastically. “You planned the last
thing out perfectly, I’m perfectly willing to bet you can do it again.”
“It is true
Cherie,” Diana smiled, “if it had not been for Sandy’s inability not to extract
vengeance with her weapon it would have been the perfect heist.”
“Diana,” Sandy
said quietly, “you said you’d not mention that. You know very well why I did it.”
“I know, but it
leaves a murder rap hanging over all our heads.”
“Well I’m
sorry, but I’m not going to pretend that I’m not happy that I did it.”
“Can we come
back to what we were talking about though?” Juliette asked, “Is everyone in
agreement that we commit another crime?”
“Yes,” Sandy
nodded.
“I suppose so,
though I’m far from happy about Abigail being here,” Diana nodded as well.
“Heather?”
“Wherever
Alexandra goes I follow Juliette.”
“Now girls,
give this serious thought…”
“Mom be serious,
you know I loved it last time,” Carina spoke up.
“And I’m not
being left out,” Abigail looked determined.
“So what do we
rob this time Ju?”
“Well,”
Juliette said as she picked her glass up, “not another house, as nice as our
take was.” Taking a sip, she said “no - if
we are going to do this again, it has to be something far bigger.”
“Like a bank
Mom?”
“Well,”
Juliette said as she looked at Carina, “maybe not quite that big darling.”
“But why not?”
asked Sandy, “there are six of us, I think that’s enough people to take a
bank.”
“Maybe,”
Juliette acknowledged, “but do any of you have the first clue how to actually
rob a bank?”
“You walk in
the front doors, brandishing guns, collect the money, then make your getaway,”
Sandy shrugged her shoulders.
“But what about
alarms, surveillance cameras, armed guards, locked vaults, and a dozen other
things Sandy?”
“It always
seems to work on television.”
“Well that’s
TV,” Juliette said quietly, “this will be reality.”
“Alright Juliette
darling, you seem to have given this some thought, what do you think will
succeed?” Diana asked.
“I’m not
totally sure, but correct me if I’m wrong here.”
“Okay.”
“The last job
worked because we terrified them into submission…Correct?”
“Oui,” Diana nodded.
“So we know
that fear and terror, if correctly applied, works entirely in the robbers favor?”
“Yes,” Heather
spoke quietly.
“Where are you
going with this Mom?”
“I’m saying,
Carina my love, that to give us real leverage we need a terrified person at the
bank doing just as we say, and who will convince the other people that they
need be terrified as well.”
“I saw that
movie as well,” Abigail spoke for the first time, “you are saying that we take
over the bank manager’s house and terrify his or her family, then take him to
the bank, and he opens up everything for us…Right Aunt Ju?”
“Isn’t that
something that just works on television as well?” Sandy asked a trifle cattily.
“Not if we take
real precautions.”
“Such as what
Cherie?” Diana started to look interested as Juliette opened her eyes.
“I guess I need
to investigate all of that.”
“Juliette I
will admit you are brilliant, but how do you go about finding out all this?”
Heather asked.
“I suppose you
ask an expert,” Juliette closed her eyes and started to think.
“Might as well
get some more drinks,” Sandy said, “the computer is at work.”
Juliette heard
the laughing, but she was busy thinking…
8th June
1 pm
The Inn on the Park
“I have to
admit,” Juliette said as she sipped her water, “it is becoming a fascinating
logistical problem.” She was wearing a
blue dress coat with black boots, while Diana was elegant in her black trouser
suit and white jumper.
“Do you think
Tommy the Fish will be able to coach us in how to rob banks?” Diana asked in a
whisper as they awaited their friends.
“Well he’s the
only real criminal we know, I’m sure if he can’t, then he can tell us who can,”
Juliette whispered back.
“There you
are,” another voice called out as Kelly Rochermann
walked over, slipping off her jacket.
“Hi Kelly,”
Juliette said as she kissed the new arrival on her cheeks. “So how is
your summer going?”
“Don’t ask,”
Kelly sighed and sat down, “the girls are just IMPOSSIBLE.”
“Oh as bad as
that?” Claire Morse asked as she too sat down.
“Just be
thankful darling how lucky you are with Roberta and Rebecca.”
“So are they
any happier that they are going to different schools in the fall Kelly?”
“Not really Ju,”
Kelly said as she looked at the menu, “neither wants to be separated, and Nell
positively detests the idea of going to Sacred Heart, but really its best for
both of them if we split them up, at least for now.”
“So they can
each have a separate identity, and not just be ‘The Twins’?”
“Well it’s what
Dr. Adelman recommended Diana.”
“Did you hear
by the way that Sukie is sending Buffy off to boarding school?” asked Claire.
“She is?” Kelly
sighed, “Well at least I don’t have to worry about her and Ally fighting every
day at school.”
“So who else
are we expecting for lunch girls?” Diana asked.
“Sorry if I’m
late,” Rachel McNally said as she sat down, “Judy wanted to go shopping for a
new swimsuit.”
“So is Judy
enjoying her freedom before St Angela’s?”
“In all sorts
of interesting ways,” Rachel said with a sigh.
“So, what are we going to eat?”
2.30 pm
Complete Style Magazine
“Right – now
for some work,” Juliette said as she sat at her desk, and opened her laptop.
“Juliette, Anna
wants to see you at Three Thirty,” Magda her PA said as she poked her head
round the door.
Juliette looked
up and said “Any clue why?”
“Rumor says to convey Upstairs complaints about you using me
and your office to run your little business on the side.”
“Geez,”
Juliette said as she rubbed her eyes, “I thought I had that settled.”
“Seems not.”
“Damn,” Ju
swore to herself, “just what I need.”
“I wouldn’t
worry Juliette,” Mary Thomas, Complete Style’s style director said as she stood
in the doorway, “Anna’s quite happy with what you are doing, so am I, it’s just
the bean counters who aren’t.”
“I hope so,”
Juliette rolled her eyes, “anyway what can I do for you Merlin?”
“Nothing
really, but I do have a bit of news for you.”
“Oh what?”
“I saw a sign
on an empty store front while I was out saying it was going to be opening soon
as a branch of APCO.”
“Wow… Bats is
expanding to New York?”
“Yes it seems
that young Mrs. MacKinnon is getting ready to hit the big time.”
“Well if anyone
deserves it then it’s Alice, she’s built her brand up from the very bottom, and
all while raising a family.”
“Yes she and
Duncan have a lot in life to be happy about,” Mary smiled as she sat down. “So
do you see much of your old gang Juliette?”
“Other than you
and Diana?”
“Yes.”
“Not really,”
Juliette shook her head, “Mandy and Will have their estate to run…”
“And four
children.” Mary added.
“Olivia ever since
you…”
“I know what I
did Ju. I don’t need to be reminded.”
“Well she’s
buried herself in Cornwall with Charles and her children.”
“Paula is
happily married as well,” Mary stopped for a couple of seconds. “Klaus and
Renate…”
“I saw the
pictures in Hello Merlin, and it’s no good me crying over what might have
been,” Juliette sniffed.
“Charity I hear
is doing fantastic.”
“Yes at least
in all the wreckage of models lives at least she salvaged herself.” Mary took off her glasses and wiped them, before
she said “what about…”
“No idea – the
search for Caroline?”
“Fiona holds on
to hope for that, but wherever she is, I hope she’s happy and keeping busy.”
Nodding
Juliette said “I hope so too – right, time to get on with things…”
8 pm
The Huntingdown
Apartment
“Mom,” Carina
called out, “it’s Heather.”
“Hey,” Juliette
said as she came out, and saw the young nanny, “night off?”
“In a way –
going somewhere Cari?”
“Meeting Judy
and Bobby for a movie – see you later Mom.”
“Don’t be
late,” Juliette said as Carina went out.
“Come into the drawing room Heather.”
“Thanks.”
“Now,” Juliette
said as she sat down, “what brings you over this evening?”
“Well,” Heather
hesitated, “I hope you don’t mind, but while you are considering the how of
robbing a bank, I thought I’d research the where.”
“How?”
“On the
internet,” Heather smiled, “and I think I might have found something suitable.”
“Tell me more.”
Juliette indicated for the young nanny to sit next to her.
“I got to looking
at this place,” Heather opened her computer and sat it on the coffee table. “The Ridgewood Savings Bank over in Queens,
near the Cross Island Parkway. Not too
small, not too big.”
“Hmm - quiet, a
little off the beaten track, and if we hit first thing in the morning…”
“We have a
chance of getting in and out with minimum fuss and bother. Of course, we need to make sure the manager
cooperates…”
“Can you do
some research on them? I’ll try and
drive out over the weekend.”
“Can do –
listen, Ju, if we are going to do this, we have one problem.”
“And that is?”
“Well,” Heather
said quietly, “with the best will in the world, how can Abby look like us? With Cari we use ultra-high heels, but Abby?”
“I know – one
of the things I am thinking of…”
11th June
9 am
Long Island
Janice Carter
shook her head as she looked at some of the women on the Long Island Railroad
train that she rode each day to commute to her job as an FBI agent in
Manhattan. So many of them were beautifully clothed in stylish suits, or in
designer outfits. She glanced down at what she wore herself in comparison, her
pants were polyester, her jacket looked cheap, and her shoes were from Payless.
The slightly contemptuous looks she got each day from the businesswomen commuting
to their high-powered jobs on Wall St, or in Midtown, wounded her slightly
every time.
There had been
a time when she had dreamed of that kind of career herself, in fact she had won
a place at Columbia’s law school. Her father’s death though, and the cost of
raising Katy her daughter had forced her to seek an alternative career, and
well the FBI had seemed as good an option as any.
Oh it wasn’t
that she was that badly paid, and she loved both her daughter, and her own
mother who they lived with, but she still remembered the dreams that she had
had, that circumstances had forced her to abandon.
Thinking of
dreams though she allowed herself to wonder what had happened to Kimberley, the
daughter born when she was just 14, the product of rape, and who her father had
forced to give up for adoption. She so hoped that she was both doing well and
was happy in life.
“Janice Carter
you know better,” she mentally gave herself a shaking-up, “stop thinking about
what never could have been.” Instead she thought of what was likely to happen
today. She was part of an anti-gang task-force tasked with combatting violent
street gangs. There had been a major incident between two gangs she had heard
on TV, chances were that was what she would be working on today.
As the train
pulled into the station, she walked up to the main street and along to the
office. Work was what she needed to take
her mind off things…
2 pm
The de Ros Mansion, 5th
Avenue
“Excuse me
Madame,” Edith said as she stood in the doorway to the drawing room, “Father
Richmond is here to see you?”
“Alexander to
what do I owe this pleasure?” Diana stood as Edith ushered the priest into her
drawing room. She looked at him, still
the muscular former football player, his brown hair short and neat.
“Something a
little serious I’m afraid Diana,” Alexander said as he kissed her on the cheek,
“has Abigail talked to you?”
“About what
Alex?”
“How badly she
is being bullied by a particular group of girls.”
“I know that
they pick on her because she is so tall and thin, but I’ve told her that words
cannot hurt her.”
“No but fists
and sticks can Diana.” Alexander paused, “I heard via a concerned parishioner
that one Kennedy Fratton, and a group of other girls, including Blair Lipman
rather ambushed Abigail in the park this morning, and that words turned to
blows when Abby tried to stand up for herself.”
“Oh Dear Lord,”
Diana looked shocked, “I heard her come in earlier, but she went straight up to
her room, and I didn’t see her.”
“Well I have to
be going,” Alex stood up, “but if I was you I’d go up and see her right now.”
“I will Father,
and thank you for coming to tell me.”
As Edith let
the priest out, Diana ascended the stairs to her daughter’s bedroom.
“Can I come in
please?” she called out as she knocked on the door.
“No.”
“Abigail I am
coming in,” Diana warned as she turned the handle, “now what is this that
Father Richmond was…” Diana stood in shock at the sight of her daughters face
with the cut lip, and an eye was rapidly swelling…”Mon Dieu.”
“Mom I fell off
my bike in the park…that’s all.”
“Abigail
darling you have never lied to me, and this is a bad time to start,” Diana sat
beside the tall thin girl on the bed. “So tell me just what happened?”
Abby looked at
her mother, as she said “I was riding through when that Fratton bitch and her
crew stood in front of me, and started to call me all sort of names. I tried to ignore them, tried to get past,
but they pushed me off my bike, so I tried to hit her, and…”
“Abigail,”
Diana said quietly, “they are merely jealous of you…”
“Well, I want
to kill them all,” Abby said as she looked at her mother with a grim face, “is
that wrong?”
“I cannot judge
you for that,” Diana said, “but we must find a way of stopping this?”
“Pity Fratton’s
parents are jewellers – we’re going to hit a bank, but one day…”
2 pm
Complete Style
"What is
this Merlin?" Juliette asked as she saw the odd looking garment on Mary's
worktop.
"It's a
body-shaper that some guy in Michigan sent us to look at. It's designed to make
even the skinniest of girls look as though she has a full figure."
"That
sounds interesting...Does it work?"
"I haven't
tried it on anyone, and to be honest I don't really care. You know me I prefer
the natural figure of a woman above all."
"What are
you going to say to the inventor?"
"The usual
lie," Mary adjusted her glasses, "that we are testing it and will let
him know our results...Of course we never follow up."
"Well we
are in the fashion business here, not in the realm of inventions,"
Juliette shook her head.
"Exactly."
"So what
are you going to do with it?"
"Probably
put it somewhere back there," Mary waved towards her 'cave', "Why? Do
you want to try it? With your figure Ju darling it's hardly needed."
"Yeah I
think I'll take it, who knows I might find someone willing to try it on."
"Do you darndest," Mary laughed, "and if you take it then
no I don't want it back. Send it to Scientific American if you want to get rid
of it, they might find something to say about it."
"Okay,"
Juliette laughed as a vague idea in the back of her mind began to take on a
shape.
5 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“What – is
that,” Abigail said as Juliette held up the item.
“An idea – can
you strip to your underwear Abby, and let’s see how you look in it.”
Abby nodded as
she stripped down, and then Diana helped Juliette to strap it round the tall
teenager.
“Well"
Juliette asked as Abigail stood in front of her and Diana, "how does it
feel?"
"Like some
torture device," Abigail fidgeted as she tried to get everything in the
right place. "My waist feels like it’s being squeezed in a vice."
"That
being said darling, it does give you a figure that most women would envy."
Diana stood up and looked.
"Yes, but
what little I have up on top feels like someone is squeezing them and lifting
them."
"Do you
see why I brought it here Diana?"
"I do
Cherie."
"Well can
someone please explain it to me?"
"The point
is that just as the stockings mask our faces Abigail," Ju smiled as she
poked the pads on the young girl’s rear, "then this will disguise your
complete lack of a figure, and ensure that the police think the new robber is
an older woman with a stunning body."
"I think
she needs try a dress on over it," Diana looked closely through her glasses. Leaving the room, she returned with a blue
pinafore dress, watching as Juliette slipped it over Abigail’s body and
fastened it.
“Diana, can you
get some heels?”
Abigail watched
as her mother walked out of the room, returning with a pair of four inch heels
which she helped Abby to put on. Both
women then stepped back, and looked at the young girl.
“What?”
“Hmmm – it has
possibilities.”
“But what do I
look like?”
“Come,” Diana
said as she took Abigail and slowly walked her out into the hallway, watching
as the daughter looked at herself in the tall mirror. The teenager stared at the reflection, then
turned from side to side, looking at herself as she said “I feel so different
when I see myself like this…”
“Indeed,”
Juliette said, “but there are other things we need to do. Diana, I think we need a weekend in the
country. How does Saturday sound?”
June 16th
10 am
The Farm
“Why have you brought
me here today, Mama,” Abigail said as they drove into the courtyard. She, like Diana, was wearing a sweatshirt and
jeans, with hiking boots.
“Well, we have
much to discuss today, and I wish to try something with everyone present,”
Diana said as she turned the engine off, and they got out. “I see Juliette and Carina are already here.”
They walked
past the cars and walked into the main house, Carina looking up and smiling as
she said “hey bestie – Mom’s making the coffee.”
“Any sign of
Sandy and Heather yet,” Juliette said as she looked out of the kitchen, “they
were dropping the kids at George’s place after we left.”
“I didn’t see
them,” Abby said, and then she turned as she heard the car screech to a halt
outside.
“You are
forgetting Aunt Sandy’s need for speed,” Carina said as Abby watched Sandy get
out of the car, smiling as Heather slowly stepped out and held the side of the
car for a minute.
“Good drive?”
“Can’t
complain,” Sandy said as she sat on a chair, Heather following her in and
closing the door. “Heather liked it.”
“If you mean
feeling the way I do on a roller coaster at Disneyland, then yes,” Heather said
quietly.
“Well anyway,
thanks for coming today. I want to try
an idea out with all of you this morning, and then after lunch we can discuss
what we have so far.”
“Oh,” Heather
said as Sandy kissed her neck, “and that is?”
“Come with me,”
Diana said as she picked up a large holdall, “somewhere a little quieter.”
The five women
followed Diana out of the main house, and along a path that led to a clearing
in a small valley, the trees rising on each side.
“So what do you
want to show us,” Carina asked – and then she let out a low whistle as Diana
drew from the bag a shotgun – both barrels sawn off a few inches from the butt.
“Is that what I
think it is,” Juliette asked quietly.
“Indeed – my
contact at the gun club has allowed me to, shall we say, borrow it without the
authorities knowing. You are familiar
with the damage a shotgun can do in the hands of an expert?”
Sandy nodded as
Diana said “Heather, can you set up a straw bale over there?” As the young nanny walked over, Diana put two
rounds into the barrel and closed it tight.
“Juliette –
fire a round into the hay bale.”
“Okay,”
Juliette said as she raised the gun, looked through the sights, fired it – and
landed three feet back on her bottom.
As she stood
up, rubbing her bottom, she saw Carina and Abby laughing, Sandy and Heather
with amused smiles on their faces – and Diana slowly shaking her head.
“I suspect all
of the others would do the same,” she said quietly as she picked up the
gun. “But look to the bale.”
All of them
looked at where the hay bale had been, the corner now scattered across the
ground.
“Oh my god,”
Juliette whispered, “if that had been…”
“Now watch,”
Diana said as she stood, her feet slightly apart, the butt of the gun resting
on her hip, and she fired the second barrel.
The others looked at the cloud of dust, and then as it cleared the empty
space where the bale had stood.
“Dear god,”
Sandy whispered, “that is - impressive.”
“Certainly one
word for it,” Diana said quietly, “but I think we can use this to great effect
– once you have learned the correct way to fire it.
“In heels.”
“Mama?”
“You will see,”
Diana said, without a smile.
1 pm
The Farm
“I’ll give you
a hand,” Heather said as she followed Diana into the kitchen, while Sandy and
Carina laid the table.
“Abby, sit
down,” Juliette said quietly as she patted the seat next to her, Abby taking
it, “I want you to read this.”
“What is this
Aunt Ju?” Abby said as she took the sheets of paper.
“A list of
things you need to learn and live by if you truly are serious about becoming
one of use darling.”
“Alright,” the
young woman started to read the document. “Isn’t this mainly common sense
though? Anyone who watches CSI and Police procedural shows is going to know all
this.”
“Maybe,”
Juliette allowed herself a smile, “but you just think the number of idiots that
get caught because they don’t do it right. Do you seriously want to end up
behind bars Abby?”
“No,” the tall
teen swallowed, “I think I’d rather not.”
“That’s true of
all of us. It all comes down to the fact
that you can’t be convicted of a crime without evidence, and that therefore you
do as much as humanly possible to ensure there is no evidence.”
“Okay,” Abby
said quietly, “I get that.”
“So for
starters that’s why we wear the masks and disguises…”
“So that you
can’t be identified?”
“Precisely
Abigail. At no point do you remove your mask, unless it’s to slip into another
form of disguise.”
“Hence why you
also wear wigs?”
“Yes and hence why
they are bought and paid for in a way that cannot ever be traced back to us.”
Juliette smiled again, “anything done towards the job, your Mom, Sandy, the
others wear wigs, they wear gloves, they play with different makeup, and they
wear glasses. At no point of the operation does anyone link Abigail de Ros into
this…Understood?”
“So even when I
go out to ‘case the joint’,” Abby laughed at her use of the terminology.
“Then you do so
in disguise, you cover your tracks so that your actions can’t be later traced
on security cameras, and you always, always wear gloves.”
“Aunt Ju,” Abby
said with a shake of the head, “I do understand about fingerprints.”
“So when we go
see The Fish about collecting the weapons, Your Mom and I will be masked, we
will be armed, we will wear clothes that we aren’t going to be worried about
destroying.”
“And you make
sure that he’s disinclined to turn you into the law?”
“Yes, and
because we are in disguises, he can’t identify us anyway. Hell with the wigs he
can’t even get the hair color.”
“The Fish – he
supplies your guns?”
Juliette
nodded. “Once the weapons are bought in
they are kept hidden, and NEVER handled without gloves, and it’s the same with
the transport, absolutely no contact with anything without those gloves on.”
“As I said Aunt
Ju, I’ve learned all this watching TV.”
“You might
have,” the former top model said as she looked the young woman up and down,
“You can NEVER get casual though Abs, every single thing we do between now and
us getting safely away from that bank has to be assessed and second-guessed to
ensure not a single mistake is made.”
“Cari said in
her diary how meticulous your planning…”
“My planning
might have been,” Juliette said quietly, “but my darling daughter made a major
mistake writing about it like that.”
“I guess she
did,” Abigail shook her head, “I hadn’t thought that out I guess.”
“We talk as
little as we can where outsiders might even get the slightest hint of what we
are doing. On which note – we do need to
do something for your disguise, make you look older somehow.”
“Older – oh,
you mean…”
“Lunch is
ready,” Diana said, “let’s eat.”
3 pm
“She isn’t a
bad shot?” Sandy watched admiringly as Abigail shot at some targets.
“Well I’ve been
bringing her out here and teaching her for several years Cherie.” Diana smiled
proudly. “This old farm has its uses.”
“Will she have
the guts…well to you know what?”
“If pushed,”
Diana sighed. “I’m still very far from happy that Juliette invited her in.”
“Well after
what she read in Cari’s diary I don’t think we had a lot of choice.”
“I know…just be
glad that George and Sandy are as young as they are.”
“Oh I’m glad,”
Sandy smiled, “but I’m equally sure that both of them will grow up straight and
honest, they have far too much of their father in them, and far too little
of me.”
“One day they
might surprise you.”
“May that day
be far away,” Sandy said quietly. “We
can make Abby look more adult with that – thing Juliette found for you, but
you’ll need to let her wear make-up – and we need to find a name for her.”
June 17th
8 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“The kids are
in their rooms,” Heather said as she sat down, “are we ready?”
“Proceed,”
Juliette said as she looked at the others.
“The target,”
Heather said quietly as she put up a picture on her laptop, “is the Ridgewood
Savings Bank in Queens, near the Cross Island Parkway. Small bank, but the good news is that they
hold a goodly amount in their vaults – and their security is minimal. It should not be too difficult to take care
of.”
Nodding,
Juliette said “plans?”
“I have them
printed out – and now to the main event as it were. Meet the manager, Albert Cox, in his early
fifties. Married to Jennifer, a local
teacher, and with two children, David who is sixteen and Sarah who is
seventeen.”
She passed
round the pictures of the family, Diana nodding as she passed them on to Carina
and Abigail.
“The family
live on 214th Street – nice family home, but I need to take a drive
out with Sandy, check their security, plan routes.”
Nodding,
Juliette said “so when do you think we can go?”
“Next Sunday,
the 24th. We take the house
and hold them hostage at nine, Albert is due at the bank at seven, we move
then.”
“And how do we
spend the night,” Abby asked, and then she saw her friend grin.
“You’ll see…”
“Okay – Heather
and Sandy, plan routes from farm to home, home to bank, bank to farm, and we’ll
need a vehicle.”
“You’re just
going to steal one,” Abby said, watching Heather as she nodded.
“Diana, we need
to place an order with Tommy. And Abby –
we need a name for you.”
“I had an idea
– but I need to know what you call yourselves?”
Diana nodded
and said “I am Miss Leopard, and Juliette Miss Panther.”
“Miss Puma and
Miss Cheetah,” Sandy said as Heather nodded.
“And I’m Miss
Lynx – so what will you be?”
“A tigress,”
Abby said quietly, “Miss Tigress…”
“Well, Miss
Lynx, Miss Tigress,” Juliette said quietly, “you get to look over the
home. Take a day trip tomorrow…”
June 18th
2 pm
214th Street
“This is
weird,” Abby said as she and Carina sat in an old red Cortina outside the
house. Both women were wearing auburn
wigs, and dark glasses, Carina’s leather gloved hands caressing the steering
wheel.
“But it’s
exciting as well, isn’t it,” Carina said with a grin as they watched the door
open, and Jennifer Cox come out. She was
wearing a lime green short sleeved top and white pedal pushers, a white bandana
tied over her blonde hair.
“Good looking
woman – and she’s got a bigger chest than me,” Abby said with a sigh as she
looked over.
“Give it time,
kiddo, you’ll get there.”
“Easy for you
to say, Miss Biggest Bust of the Freshmen Year.”
“Look – that
must be young Sarah,” Carina said as a younger blonde girl came out, wearing a
denim jacket over a red top, and denim shorts over grey leggings. “She’ll be fun to play with, don’t you
think?”
“What do you
mean, play with?” Abby looked at Carina
as she grinned, and said “Cari?”
“I’m imagining
her and her mummy, in front of me as I make them squirm…”
Abby looked at
her friend, a strange look in her eyes, as she said “are you feeling all
right?”
Cari looked
over and grinned as she said “oh yes, I’m feeling just fine…”
June 20th
3 pm
Long Island
Tommy the Fish
was not singing as he drove along the road.
The last time these ‘ladies’ had called him, they had killed the three
occupants of the house. As a gun
merchant, he knew he was selling goods to people who may use them, but still…
Driving into
the deserted barn, he brought the van to a stop, and looked out. He could sense they were there, but where…
“Good
afternoon, Tommy.”
He suddenly
looked to the door and saw her – the dark jacket and skirt, the black scarf
tied in the front of the jacket, the sheer hose and high heels, and the dark stocking
pulled down over her head, flattening her black hair.
“Step out –
Miss Leopard gets nervous when you are in there.”
As she opened
the door with her gloved hand, Tommy got out and saw the second woman standing
there, the pistol in her hand as she stared at him.
“Do you have
what we asked for?”
“Yeah – in da
back,” Tommy said as he walked round and opened the doors. Miss Leopard opened the canvas bags and took
out one of the sawn off shotguns, smiling as she examined it.
“Excellent work
again, Tommy – and you have the correct amount?”
“As requested,
and the ammo as well.”
“Good – carry
them to our car, you will find your payment inside,” Miss Panther said as Tommy
lifted the bags and walked to the waiting Daimler, putting the bags in the
trunk and removing the briefcase.
“You leave
first Tommy – and remember, if we see you following us?”
“Yeah, I got
it,” Tommy said as he got into the van and drove off, the two women watching
before Juliette removed her stocking mask.
“Right let’s
get these to the farm…”
June 24th
5 pm
The Farm
“Aunt Juliette
is here,” Abby said as she looked out of the window, Diana coming from the
kitchen as the door opened and Carina came in.
“Hey Aunt Di –
Mom was telling me you had a little problem with Tommy the Fish.”
“Problem,”
Sandy said as she came downstairs, “what problem?”
“He followed us
from the barn – so we stopped and invited him for a little chat,” Diana said
quietly. “That, and these, convinced him
not to do it again.” She held up a pair
of silver nutcrackers as Carina grinned.
“I have got to try that,” she said as Juliette closed the door.
“Girl, is there
something you need to tell me?”
“Later,”
Juliette said quietly. “Heather –
transport?”
“Got a nice
little SUV in the garage, collected from the mall – number plates witched out
and tuned up by our master mechanic here.”
“Well, those
years racing were good for something,” Sandy said with a smile.
“So what do we
do now,” Abby asked quietly.
“We eat – then
we get ready…”
7.30 pm
Abby looked
round the table as they sat drinking coffee, and she could see something was
changing. It had bene like any other
meal, but slowly all the others had got more serious, as if they were putting a
game face on.
“Abigail, will
you come up with me please,” Diana said as she stood up, “I want to make sure
you are ready while the others change.”
“Yes, Mama,”
Abby said as they walked up the stairs, the others starting to clear the table
as they made their way to one of the bedrooms.
As they walked in, Abby saw the pale padding lying on the bed.
“Strip off,
darling,” Diana said quietly, Abby removing her trainers, socks, sweatshirt and
jeans and standing in her underwear as Diana picked up the padding, and fitted
it round her, fastening it with straps and then saying “have a look in the
mirror.”
Abby slowly
walked over, and looked at herself, touching the thing as she said “oh my god,
I look…”
“Different,”
Diana said with a smile. “Now, put on
the camisole, skirt and jacket.”
As Abby started
to put on the black camisole, Diana stripped and put on her own clothes – the
black silk camisole, the fitted jacket with three buttons at the front, and the
knee length skirt, after she had put on the dark hose. She waited for a moment until Abby was ready,
and then said “come to the dressing table, we need to put your make up on.”
“But you never
let me wear make-up, Mama?”
“This is not
for you – it is for Miss Tigress,” Diana said as she sat Abby down, and used
the deep red lipstick on her lips, before she used it herself. She gave Abby a tissue to blot her lips, and
then used mascara to make her lashes darker.
Standing up,
she walked to the bed and picked up two pairs of leather high heels. “Put these on,” she said as she handed a pair
to Abigail, slipping her own on before she put her daughter’s hair up, and then
slipped a black short wig on over it.
“Stand up, look
at yourself in the mirror,” Diana said with a smile as Abby slowly stood up and
walked over. “Oh my god,” she whispered
as she saw the young woman standing there, and turned from side to side as
Diana prepared herself.
“Now, the
scarf,” Diana said as she came over and handed Abby a black silk square,
folding hers into a triangle and tying it round her neck, tucking the front
into her jacket as Abby copied her.
“Wow – looking
hot, bestie.”
Abby smiled as
she looked at Cari, a full four inches taller with her heels on, her eyes green
and sparkling.
“So do you,”
Abby said as Diana handed her a pair of soft black leather gloves, as she
pulled them on, and the trio walked downstairs to where the other three were
waiting. She felt so excited, so
empowered, so – different…
“Check each
other,” Juliette said as she looked round, smiling as they ensured nothing
incriminating was on the six of them, before she picked up a box and opened
it. Abby watched as she pinned the
diamond brooch to her jacket lapel, and said “Welcome Miss Tigress – are we all
ready?”
The other five
nodded as they put on dark sunglasses, Miss Panther nodding as she said
“Pussycats, move out…”
9.30 pm
214th Street
“It’s been a
good day,” Albert Cox said as he stretched his legs out, his feet in a pair of
comfortable slippers. He was wearing a
pale blue polo shirt and grey slacks as he sat watching the television.
“I can see
that,” Jennifer said as she sat by him, wearing a short sleeved blue blouse
over a grey vest and her grey leggings, “but I’m afraid the weekend is coming
to an end, so for you it’s…”
The knock on
the door took them both by surprise, as Jennifer said “now who could that be?”
“Whoever it is,
I’ll get rid of them,” Albert said as she stood up and walked over, opening the
door as he said “yes, how can I…”
“Inside,
dipshit,” Jennifer heard a woman say, and as she stood up she saw her husband
walk in, his hands raised as six women walked in. They were identically and very fashionably
dressed, but four of them held sawn off shot guns in their gloved hands, one
carried a bag, and the other just smiled as she closed the door.
“Do yourself a favour,”
the sixth woman said as she drew a pistol and walked over to stand beside
Jennifer, “say something. I’d love to
start the evening by blowing your brains out.”
“Now, Miss
Lynx, patience,” the woman holding the gun in front of Albert said. “The night is young. Let me explain the situation, mother fucker –
we are the Pussycat Gang, and we wish to make a large withdrawal from your
bank. To ensure our collateral, we’re
staying here tonight. Questions?”
Albert looked
at Jennifer as Miss Lynx took a length of rope from the bag, and pulled her
arms behind her, making her yelp as she tied her wrists together. “Miss Lynx, Miss Tigress – go and make sure
the children are secured,” Miss Leopard said as she came over, the two women
nodding as they picked up a second bag and walked up the stairs, while Miss
Panther said “now, you two arse lickers – sit the fuck down…”
“Left or
right?”
Miss Tigress
nodded to the left, Miss Lynx grinning as she pulled the door open. David was on his bed, wearing a pair of cotton
pyjamas, reading a magazine as his hand was employed in pleasuring himself, but
as he looked up he dropped the magazine and said “shit…”
“OH don’t stop
on our behalf,” Miss Lynx purred as she came in, “but at the same time, keep
that fucking mouth of yours tight closed, or we close it for you. Miss Tigress – cover him while I make sure he
stays on the bed.”
“With pleasure,
Miss Lynx,” Miss Tigress said as she pointed the sawn off shotgun at the young
man, watching as her masked friend pushed him back onto the bed, grabbed a
wrist and quickly tied a length of rope round it, and then secured it to the
corner of the bed. She secured his other
wrist, and then looked at Miss Tigress as she said “take care of his ankles.”
Handing over
the gun, she grabbed and bound his ankles apart to the foot of the bed, while
Miss Lynx started to use her gloved hand on his cock. “What…
What are you… Oh sweet lord,”
David said quietly as he groaned, and Miss Tigress looked at him, his eyes
shooting wide open as Miss Lynx grabbed his ball sac.
“Now listen up,
cock sucker,” she whispered as she stroked his cheek with the shotgun, “We’re
going to invite your sister in. Miss
Tigress?”
She nodded as
she went across the hallway, hearing the mewling from downstairs as she opened
the door and saw Sarah in her bed, wearing a pink vest top and panties. She looked up, saw the masked woman, and said
“oh fuck – who the hell are you?”
“The name, shitstirrer,” she growled, “is Miss Tigress – and unless
you want to die right now, you get your hands in the air and march into your
brother’s room.”
Jennifer nodded
as she said “is this…. Is this a
robbery?”
“It will be
your funeral if you don’t move,” Abby said under the mask as she forced Sarah
into her brother’s room, her eyes widening as she saw him bound spread eagled
on the bed.
“Oh nice – take
your panties off girlie,” Miss Lynx said as Sarah shook her head – then gasped
as Miss Tigress yanked them down and slipped them off, then passed them to Miss
Lynx.
“Fragrant,” she
said as she sniffed them, and then stuffed them into David’s mouth. Miss Tigress stood watching, as she felt
something stir inside her, and she reached round, massaging Sarah’s chest as
she stood there.
Miss Lynx
looked over and nodded as she said “now, cunt – lie on top of your brother, in
the other direction…”
“Please, don’t
hurt her,” Albert cried out as she watched Miss Puma pull the ropes tighter
around Jennifer’s body, forcing her
chest out even more as she knelt on the floor.
Her vest top had been cut away and stuffed into her mouth, and tape
wound tightly round her, while her legs were tied at the ankles and knees.
“Then do as we
say, fuckmouth,” Miss Panther growled, “where is your
safe?”
“Upstairs –
I’ll open it for you…”
“No – you tell
Miss Cheetah how to open it, without tripping the alarms, and she will,” Miss
Panther said quietly as Miss Puma started to massage Jennifer’s chest, sighing herself
as she felt her chest forming up – and then opening her eyes and screaming as
the gloved hands squeezed hard.
“ALL RIGHT!”
“Better, shitface – start talking…”
As Miss Cheetah
came to the top of the stairs, she looked into Dave’s room, to see him tied
spread-eagled to the bed, his sister facing the other way on top of him and
also tied spread-eagled, her head in his crotch as she was been forced to give
him a blow job, his tape covered mouth pressed against her crotch, as Miss Lynx
pushed down on her bottom and kept squeezing it.
She looked at
Miss Tigress, who looked over and slowly nodded as she started to play with
herself, and nodded in return as she went to the bedroom. The safe was no problem – but she was
cautious, and checked something in a wardrobe.
Cursing herself, she removed the DVDs and kicked the recorders, before
she went to the bathroom.
“Here – this
might help,” she said as she handed Miss Lynx something, the masked woman
nodding and grinning as she turned on the electric toothbrush and rammed it
into Sarah’s rectum, the young girl shaking and screaming as she suddenly felt
her brother cum into her mouth…
“Were you
successful, Miss Cheetah?”
“I was – but he
neglected to mention the video recorders in his wardrobe,” she said as she held
the discs up in her gloved hands, and then broke them with the heel of her
shoe.
“Phllssss…” Albert mumbled through the tape and cloth, but
Miss Panther just stood up. “That was –
stupid,” she said as she pushed him onto his back, and then drove the heel of
her shoe into his groin as Jennifer called out, an orgasm washing over
her. “Now we forget to play nice…”
25th June
4 am
“Hmhgghddd,” Jennifer mumbled as she was walked down the stairs. She had been allowed to change into a white
sweatshirt, jeans and socks before the woman called Miss Leopard had bound her
wrists tightly together behind her back, secured her arms to her sides with
bands of rope, and then pulled a rope between her legs so tightly every step
was agony on her already sensitive crotch.
As she walked into the front room, she saw Dave and Sarah, both also
wearing sweatshirts and jeans and tied in the same way as her, white tape wrapped
round their heads as they looked at each other.
“Your children
became adults last night – you should be so proud,” Miss Lynx said with a grin
as she looked at Jennifer.
“Whtduhmhhn – HMMGHNNHKHLHLUUHH” she screamed as she ran
towards the masked woman – only to fall to the club with the barrel of the gun
on her head by Miss Panther.
“Do you have a
death wish Mrs Cox,” she whispered, “if so, by all means, go ahead…”
“Dntuhhddhrhrtmmffrrr,” Dave said – and then he felt the
pressure on his back as Miss Tigress pressed the butt of the sawn off shotgun
against him. “You sound like a bully,”
she said quietly, “I don’t like bullies.”
“Hndwhwhruhhh,” he said as he turned round and looked at
her, Miss Tigress grinning as she said “the last thing you will ever see.”
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” Sarah and Jennifer could only watch as Miss
Tigress pulled the trigger, Dave falling backwards as the blood splattered over
the furniture.
“What
happened,” Miss Panther said as they walked Albert down, also bound and gagged.
“He chose to annoy
me,” Miss Tigress gasped as the orgasm washed over her again, Miss Leopard
nodding as she said “we were serious when we said if you don’t fucking
cooperate, you die. Get them out to the
car.”
As the other
three were marched quietly out, she put her hand on the shoulder of Miss
Tigress and said “better?” The young
woman nodded silently as she whispered “Cari – she became a beast
upstairs. Where has that been hiding?”
“A story for
later – come, we have a bank to rob,” Miss Leopard said, looking at the mess as
they both walked out, turning off the lights and closing the door behind them.
6 am
Ridgewood Savings Bank
The security
guard looked up as the doors opened, and then he saw the two masked women walk
in, pointing sawn off shotguns at him as one of them said “go on, your fucking
bastard – make my day and go for your gun.”
He stared at
them, and then dropped to his knees, his hands in the air as they walked
over. “A coward – typical,” she said
before she kicked him in the balls, watching as he crumpled into a heap and saw
the manager, his wife and his daughter as they were brought in, all three
tightly bound and gagged.
“Make him
uncomfortable,” one of the women said as four identically masked and dressed
women brought them in, one of them coming over and using zip ties to secure his
wrists and ankles, and then taping over his mouth.
“The vault,
Mister Cox,” the woman said as she untied his hands and arms, “open it, and we
know about all the alarms, so make sure they are turned off, or you lose a
second child.”
“Dhdeeenhhh,” Sarah said as the other women came over.
“Hogtie these
mewling quims over there,” Miss Panther said as his wife and daughter were
dragged off, two of the masked women taking one bag as Albert was marched to
the vault, and forced to open the doors.
“Thrr – nhwwwhtt,” he said as he
stared at the masked women.
“Ladies, empty
the vault,” Miss Panther purred as she looked at the bank manager, and smiled –
then drove her gloved fist into his midriff as he doubled over and sank to the
floor.
“You disappoint
me,” Miss Lynx said as she tore the tape from his mouth, and pulled the socks
out, then put the end of the gun into his mouth, “give me one good reason why I
should not blow your brains out right now.”
“Ehdddhwtuhhsked,” he mumbled as he watched the women putting
the money into black bags.
“You did, and
we are grateful,” Miss Lynx said with a grin, “but shall I let you into a
little secret?”
Albert looked
at her and said “whth?”
“I like killing
people,” she said with a grin as she squeezed the trigger, the head exploding
as the others watched.
“Oh my god,”
Miss Tigress breathed as she almost fell to her knees.
“Concentrate on
the job,” Miss Panther said quietly as she looked over, “I want to be out of
here as soon as possible…”
The two women
looked up, groaning as the ropes on their crotches rubbed with each movement,
as Miss Panther looked at them and the guard.
“Thank you for
your cooperation,” she said quietly, “and in case you…”
“What the
fuck…”
Miss Panther
turned and fired, the new arrival sinking to the floor as a hold appeared in
his midriff, then turned and smiled as she said “Pussycats – move out…”
They left the
bank, the sun rising as they got into the SUV, pulled off their masks and put on
sunglasses, before Sandy started the engine and they joined traffic.
“Oh my god,”
Abby whispered as she closed her eyes, “I never knew, never dreamed…”
“See what I
mean,” Cari said with a grin.
“You… Who were you?”
“We’ll discuss
that at the farm – I want us changed and the evidence gone by noon,” Juliette
said quietly as they drove off.
9 am
FBI NY Field Office
“Agent Carter?”
Jan looked up
to see two men standing beside her, one of whom she recognised.
“AD Callaghan,
what can I do for you?”
“You’re been
transferred to my team – this is Agent Adam Ball. We have a robbery in Queens you need to both
go and investigate.”
“Transferred –
why?”
“Remember that
violent home invasion earlier in the year – couple and housekeeper killed,”
Adam said quietly.
“Yeah – why?”
“We think the
same gang just pulled a bank robbery off, and it isn’t pretty. Go with Ball, get what you can, and report
back to me later.”
“Not pretty,”
Jan said as she put her jacket on, “what does he mean Agent Ball?”
“The bank
manager killed on the site, his son found dead at home – both from shotgun
blasts – and that’s the simple side of what happened. Hope you have a strong stomach, Agent Carter
– we’ve both just joined a Pussycat Gang task force.”
The Farm
Abby slowly
stripped off the thing, and left it on the bed as Diana put the other items
into a black bag.
“Everything
gets destroyed?”
“Everything –
and clean the make-up off Abigail. Time
to be my daughter again.”
Abby nodded as
she sat at the table, and used the remover.
“Hey.”
She looked over
to see Carina standing there, smiling as she said “how do you feel?”
“If I said
fucking amazing,” Abby said with a grin.
“The buzz, that feeling…”
“Yeah, I
know. Listen – last night, you saw a side
of me…”
“Where the hell
has that Cari been hiding?”
“She’s always
there, but she’s only getting released now…
Just know, she won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“Okay – but I
was right, I want to feel that again.
And I have an idea.”
“Oh – what?”
“Fratton Gems.”
Cari raised an
eyebrow as she said “as in…”
“Oh yeah – I
want to teach that bitch a lesson she will never forget…”
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