Cat in Boots
Again
My friends in
the fashion industry constantly tell me that fashion works in cycles – and the
clothes young woman are wearing now certainly take me back to my early days in
this business. Let me tell you of one
particular occasion.
This was
actually on a trip to Tokyo when I was much younger, and I was asked if I would
retrieve a certain pendant from an apartment in the city. I was wary of doing this, given my knowledge
of Japanese is limited, but I was assured the owner of the apartment was
British, so I went prepared.
Getting into
the apartment was easier than I expected, and I soon found the item in
question, but I wasn’t able to get out of the apartment before the young lady
returned – and she wasn’t alone. She
herself was wearing a long tan suede coat over a ribbed jumper and a brown
suede skirt, as well as knee length black leather boots. Her friend had short dark hair, and was
Japanese – she was wearing a black velvet dress with fur trim, and long black
PVC boots that went up under her skirt.
They were
naturally surprised to see me standing there, in a black jumper and trousers,
but I spoke calmly, quietly, telling them I meant them no harm but I needed to
make sure they could not raise the alarm while I made my escape. They both nodded – something about the
Japanese mind-set meant when the young lady looked at her friend, and saw her
nod, she played along.
I had found a
roll of brown twine and some sticking plaster in a room, so I told them both to
sit in the chair, and to put their hands together in prayer. As I did, they talked quietly to each other –
and I have never wished so much that I could speak another language.
What was clear
was they had a great affection for each other – especially as they kissed each
other as I secured their wrists together, and then wound the twine round their
legs and ankles as well.
It seemed a
real pity to me that I had to cover their mouths with the brown fabric plaster,
but I did need them to be quiet while I made my escape. When I left, however, they were gently
pressing their plastered lips together as they wriggled round, their boots
squeaking as they rubbed together…
I have been
asked a few times what the biggest number of ladies I had to secure to ensure
my escape was, and the answer is four – but they had to help me out with that.
This was
because I had a time limited assignment – a certain UK film producer had given
his “girlfriend” some pearl and gold jewellery, and his wife was wanting their
return. I did advise him that the
easiest, simplest and safest thing to do would be to get them back himself,
return them to his wife and decide where his priorities lied, but – well, he
then showed me some film of me robbing his house and making sure his wife could
not raise the alarm.
A very early
use of security cameras, but hey. I was
truly over a barrel, and it had to be carried out that day, so no time to be
nice, and I had to plan for her not being alone.
Which was a
good move, as I walked up to her Belgravia house, and felt the pistol I had in
my jacket pocket. I hate guns, but this
was one occasion I felt it was necessary.
I was expecting
the lady in question to answer the door, but it wasn’t her. She had long brown hair and was wearing a
white mini dress with stripes on the waist and skirt hem, as well as knee
length black leather boots.
I pushed her
back in, showing her the gun and putting a finger to my lips, before I told her
to turn round and put her hands behind her back. She did that, as I took from the satchel I
had over my shoulder a pre=prepared length of rope, tied in a loop that could
be tightened by pulling on both ends. I
slipped that over her wrists and pulled it tight, before taking the ends
between her arms and securing them to make them tighter.
Turning her
round, I pushed a rolled up cloth into her mouth and told her to take me to the
others – which she did. There were three
other women in the front room – including the lady in question, who had tightly
permed light brown hair, and was wearing tan coloured suede coat dress with
over the knee dark brown boots.
Both of the
other women were wearing knee length shiny black boots. The one sitting on the left was wearing a
dark blue peasant style dress with a scarf round her neck, and the other one a
tight black leather biker’s jacket over a black dress.
The sight of my
gun was enough to get them to put their hands in the air, as I got the woman I
had started to secure to sit down. I
then got the owner of the residence to take two of my pre-prepared ropes, and
secure the wrists of her other two friends behind their backs, making sure she
tied them in the same way I had tied her other friend. She then made sure they were kept quiet with
rolled up cloths in their mouths, before I handed her more ropes and told her
to secure their ankles in the same way.
They all
started to twist their legs, the boots squeaking as I made the lady in
residence retrieve the jewellery for me, and then I bound and gagged her in the
same way, making sure she was nice and quiet as well before I left them
listening to the latest album from Yes – the first track alone gave me enough
time to get away…
I much prefer
it if I have the time to plan and execute a visit – much less stressful for
all, as I am sure Abi Maine would agree if you talked to her. At the time, she was a young and populate
hostess on a music show, like Lift Off with Ayesha.
What do you
mean, you’ve never heard of that? Anyway,
I broke into her Mayfair apartment when she was meant to be filing – except she
wasn’t. I got in through the bathroom
window, and walked into the front room to find her sitting there, sneezing into
a handkerchief. She was wearing a
paisley print mini-dress with a high necked collar, a wide black leather belt fastened
loosely round her hips, and over the knee tight leather boots that hugged her
lower legs.
I had to use my
hand to keep her quiet, given she was about to scream, and I told her not to
panic, all I wanted were her valuables, but the hand stayed there until she
calmed down and nodded her head, her long blonde hair moving on her shoulders
as she did so.
Removing said
hand, I told her to lie face down on the couch she was sitting on, and put her
hands behind her back. As she did, I
took a roll of silver tape out of my pocket and crossed her wrists, before I
ensured they were tightly taped together and then made sure her ankles were
secured in the same way.
I know, I know
– but I had to work with what I had, and I apologised for the fact I may have
ruined her boots when I turned her over.
She actually shrugged, and said it was nothing – and what else was I
going to do to keep her there.
Sitting her up,
I tape her arms to her sides, with two bands framing her chest, and then I
taped her legs together below and above her knees, before wrapping the tape
round her head – making sure I kept her hair out of the way as much as possible
– to silence her.
I then laid her
on her side, and said I’d check on her before I left, as I proceeded to search
her apartment and help myself to her belongings – and then make a dignified
exit…
The times that
really stand out now are when I managed to be – creative. A couple of years later I visited a house on
the outskirts of Birmingham, thinking the family would be out – and finding the
seventeen year old daughter was at home instead. She had long dark brown hair, and was wearing
a denim blouse and a short satin skirt, with brown ribbed tights and knee
length white go-go boots.
Well, she looked
at me, I looked at her, and I asked her not shout out, told her I was here to
rob the house, and that if she behaved she would not be harmed. Fortunately, as I usually find if I am polite
and calm, she accepted the situation and I asked her to take me up to her
bedroom – so that I could prevent her raising the alarm, and nothing more.
It was nice
enough room, but what caught my interest was the hanger on the wardrobe door,
with an assortment of long chiffon scarves.
She saw I had noticed it as well, and lay on her back on the bed, saying
I should use them to tie her to the bed and stop her raising the alarm.
An invitation
from a lady like that should not be refused.
It would be unseemly to do so – so I asked her to sit on the bed while I
selected two scarves, one red and one blue, and tied them to her wrists before
I rolled up a third one and told her to open her mouth. That one went in behind her teeth, a white
one tied round her head and between her lips, before she lay on her back and raised
her arms above her head – allowing me to tie the other ends of the scarves to
the headboard.
I did the same
thing to her legs, tying a green and a brown scarf to her ankles and then
spreading her legs apart and securing them to the foot of the bed. She wriggled round and watched as I took some
of her jewellery, and then left her there while I searched the rest of the
house.
I understand
her mother and father found her later, asleep, and very quiet…
You have heard
of BB? Of course you have – let me tell
you about CC. Claudia Court, who was a
Hammer girl, as in one of the buxom maidens who ended up as one of the victims
of the monster of the movie.
You know the
model type – tall, thin, buxom, beautiful, acting prowess not necessary but
must be able to scream. That was her –
so when I found myself in her home, and had her jewellery in my bag, it was
time for me to make my escape – only before I could go out of the door, I saw a
shadow at the glass and heard the door lock turn. I had just enough time to get into the
kitchen before Claudia walked in.
She was wearing
a dark grey leather dress over a long sleeved white blouse, and long black
leather boots with a Cuban heel. And she
was angry about something – very angry, given the choice words she was more
shouting than saying as she came right into the kitchen.
I let her
continue to vent as she walked round – and then she fell silent as she saw me,
with a coil of washing line in one gloved hand, a large knife in the other, and
a smile on my face as I asked her to take a seat at the kitchen table, and to
put her hands on top of her head – because I was going to tie her to it.
She looked at
me, and then shrugged as she said it would help with her next role, before she
sat down and put her hands on her head.
I smiled as I cut two lengths off, and then knelt in front of her,
striking up conversation with her as I secured her ankles to the front legs of
the chair with those ropes. I made sure
they were secure, before I stood up and walked behind the chair, guiding her
hands around and back before I secured her wrists together, and then to the
back of the chair.
The rest of the
rope went around her upper body and the chair back to hold her in place, as she
calmed down and apologised for her language.
I said there was no need to apologise, after all, I was the one tying
her up before I took her valuables.
I also had to
keep her quiet – and to do that, I found a new sponge and moistened it before I
compressed it in my hand, and then pushed it into her mouth before I tied a
folded dish towel round her head to keep it in place.
I even left the
radio on for her…
One last tale,
I think. This was a case not so much of
mutton dressed as lamb, as maturity making young fashions looking good…
She was a small
red-haired scots woman who worked for a fashion magazine, and when she came to
her flat to find me helping myself to her rings she took a typically Celtic
approach to it – asking me “what the hel did ae think
ae wis doin?” She was wearing a mustard coloured jumper
under a grey tabard style dress, fastened at each side with buckles, and orange
tights with white stripes – as well as skin tight over the knee white leather
boots with a short heel.
I was honest,
as I always was – I told her I was robbing her.
She looked at me, her head to one side, and then asked what I was going
to do to stop her raising the alarm.
Over my career,
I have met a few women – and one or two men – who have enjoyed the fact I had
to bind and gag them, but this young lady was I think the first, as she nodded
and said I needed to make sure it was tight.
She then opened a wicker basket, and showed me a selection of ropes and
other items that I was free to use, because I found them before she came in.
So I selected
some soft ropes, and bound her wrists tightly together behind her back, making
sure the rope went round and between her limbs and the knot was out of reach of
her long fingers. I then tied more rope
round her waist to keep them secured against her back, and a longer length to
secure her arms to her sides as it formed two bands above and below her chest.
She twisted
round and smiled before she sat on the floor, and I crossed and secured her
ankles together, then more rope around her legs above and below her knees as we
talked. Each band was cinched between
her legs as well, before I used something from the box to keep her quiet –
namely a white ball with holes drilled in it, and leather straps on each side
which I tied round her head to keep the ball in her mouth.
She then lay
down and rolled over, bending her legs back as I secured her ankles to the
chest ropes, and promised to let someone know of her predicament.
Once I had got
safely away…
Now, about that
item you asked for – I just obtained it in very interesting circumstances…
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