At First Sight
15th November 2013
Conservative Central Office
“You’re working
late again Colin,” Sir Peter Latimer said as he looked round the young
researcher’s door. Colin Gresham-Fox was
sat at his desk, the angle lamp illuminating his computer screen.
“Sorry, Sir
Peter,” he said as he looked up, “I was preparing notes on the Scottish
government’s white paper on devolution for distribution to party branches.”
“Well it’s
important work Colin,” Peter said as he looked over, “but it shouldn’t be
keeping a young man here to this time of night.” Both men were wearing what was almost the
uniform – dark blue suite, pale blue shirts, and grey ties.
“Well I don’t
mind. I enjoy this sort of thing.”
“You might not
mind,” Peter said as he shook his head, “but I’m sure Lady Belinda does.”
“She might do
if we were still a couple, but she gave me the boot last week.”
“For what?”
Colin smiled
ruefully. “Not paying her all the
attention I used to when we were at Oxford.”
“Doesn’t that
rather make the point, all work and no play after all?”
“I do play,”
Colin said as he leaned back, “I’m going out with some old college friends
tonight at eight.”
“You mean two
hours ago,” Sir Peter looked up at the clock on the wall.
“Oh Lord! Is it
that late…” Colin groaned.
“I think Lady
Belinda might have had a point Mr. Gresham-Fox,” Sir Peter smiled, “Look I’m as
dedicated to the party as anyone is, but really your father will be wanting my
guts for garters hearing how hard I work my staff.”
“I’ll finish
now,” Colin shut off his computer, “I suppose I ought to go get some sleep?”
“Well I’d
advise it if you are going to be the first person here as usual in the
morning.”
“Goodnight
Sir,” Colin said as he picked up his coat and attaché case and walked out,
turning the light off as he did. A short
walk home, some supper and then some sleep…
The grey
transit van was parker on the street, the lights off, nothing to draw attention
to it as the woman sat behind the wheel.
“Alright we
give him another ten minutes and then we go home,” the woman in grey turned
down the cuff of her glove to look at her watch, “I know you said sometimes
that he works late but this is getting ridiculous.”
“Isn’t it
just,” the woman standing in the back said as she drummed her fingers. “I’ve got
an interview in the morning, the last thing I needed was a late night.”
“Well I just
call it just damn rude and inconsiderate of him to make us wait like this,” the
youngest of the women said as she tried stretching.
“Heads up he’s
on his way,” the woman in the driver’s seat said as she looked in her side mirror,
watching the young man as he walked down the pavement.
“About bloody
time.”
“Put them on
girls once he opens the door,” the driver said as she picked a white face mask
out of a bag. “Time to go to work.”
Colin whistled
tunelessly as he walked under the streetlights towards the door of his parent’s
town house. Perhaps Sir Peter was right, that he was working too hard,
but he was determined to prove that he had got this job on merit, that the fact
that his father was an ambassador, and that six of his direct ancestors had at
one time or another served in the cabinet was irrelevant.
The Rutland
Street house was not the grandest his family owned but being in Kensington it
was pretty convenient for his work. Two stories above ground and a basement, it
wasn’t huge but it was very comfortable.
He’d have to
put the central heating on tonight though. There was a genuine feel of winter in the
night air he thought as he climbed the whitewashed steps, opened the door…
The first he
knew of something unexpected was the gloved hand that clamped over her mouth,
and the gun he could see out of the corner of his eye. He was walked into the hallway, dimly aware
of others following him in, and the door closing before the light went on.
He could see
two figures – no, two women standing there, dressed from the hood covering
their heads to the soft boots they were wearing in grey. The only other feature was their faces –
white, featureless, as they both looked at him with their heads cocked to one
side.
The third woman
in grey he could see in the wall mounted mirror, her gloved hand across his
mouth as she pointed her gun at the alarm box. Instinct told him not to be
brave, if he was right these were professional criminals and as long as he did
the right things then he would survive this. Slowly he punched the buttons
deactivating the alarm system as the raiders watched, saying nothing.
The man was
co-operating…good. It made robbery so much easier if the householders didn’t
resist too much, and the silence always seemed to help. It was also a little unusual – only a man in
the house – so they had talked out the problem of where to tie the man up at
great length. In the end they decided tying him to a chair in the dining room
would probably be best, and that they could always untie him and move him
depending what they found.
The dining room
was the second door on the right down the ground floor passageway. The youngest
woman in grey beckoned the man to follow and then pointed her gun to indicate
where he was to go. Colin felt the gun in the small of his back and followed,
watching as she pulled a high backed chair away from the dining table and set
it in the middle of the floor.
“Alright these
must be the China Doll Gang,” Colin thought to himself as he sat on the chair
that one of the women indicated. As far as he knew these women had never killed
anyone, though they had been known to rough up their victims, and he wasn’t in
the mood to be done over or even shot. While it was true everything was
insured, there were things in the house of huge sentimental value to the
family, he hoped they were after something specific and might not take some of
those precious things.
As the one who
had hand gagged him held a gun to his head, one of the other women pulled first
one of his hands sharply pulled one of his arms back between one of the
spindles of the backrest, then the other.
As he felt his
wrists being tied so he was secured to the chair, the woman who had been
holding him at gunpoint most came round and stood silently in front of him. She seemed to be looking intently at him, through
those thin eye slits…
He wasn’t bad
looking, she thought now she could see him properly. In the right circumstances
she could easily see herself fancying him. He was handsome, and looked as if he worked
out…
Still these
weren’t those kind of circumstances she reminded herself as the others tied his
ankles to the legs of the chairs. That should hold him, but she kept watching
as they rolled up a white scarf, tied a knot in the middle, and then pulled it
between his teeth to keep him quiet, tying the band around his head. Quickly
she indicated for her colleagues to begin their activities whilst she sat down
in a chair opposite him and sat pointing her gun straight at him.
He had big
hands she had noticed… “I wonder if that
means in his case what they say it does,” she thought. Only God knew why she
was thinking that, in her life she had seen literally hundreds of men’s
cocks…All shapes…All sizes, normally she didn’t even bother to notice, and
besides she was retired from that kind of work…Why had she thought that?
Colin could
hear the women starting to move round the house, the bags they were carrying
were large, but he deduced what they were after was smaller easily carried
items. The coin collection on display in the drawing room that his grandfather
had put together was certainly lost, he had heard the glass of what he assumed
what was the display case being smashed.
“The family
silver is I suppose next,” he thought as he looked into the eyes of the robber
holding her gun on him. He couldn’t see too much through the slits in the mask,
but he could tell that she had the most amazing green eyes that he thought he’d
ever seen. Or were they blue, he couldn’t decide, as they appeared to change
colour as he moved her head. He wondered just what she looked like under the
grey outfit, the hood, and the mask? Did she have the body that those eyes by
right deserved to belong to…did she have…
“Get it
together Gresham-Fox,” he told himself sharply, “you are having a fantasy about
an armed thief?” And yet, as he felt the
knot in his mouth soak up the saliva, something about this situation…
The man was
looking at her…hard. The robbers’ handbook laid down that she should discourage
him from looking at her, but something in her wanted this particular man to do
so. She wondered if he had a lot of body hair? Hairy men were one of her great
turnoffs, but there should be a little… Did
men who went to Harrow and Oxford even have anything really masculine going
anyway? She’d encountered so many who
were total drips. Still if she had time she thought she could enjoy undressing
this bloke, maybe show him that she was boss with a few slaps from a cane…these
public school types all seemed to have a thing about having their bottoms
beaten, turning red as the welts came up…Mmmm this guy could have been
interesting in many ways.
Those amazing
eyes were still looking at him; Damn this was giving him an erection. He
wondered what she would be thinking if their roles were reversed, if she was
the one tied up like this? Bondage as such had never been one of his interests,
nor had domination, but he thought it might be fun to have this woman tied up
and fight her for the upper hand. Did she shave her pussy? He’d always
fantasised about with a soft smooth body down there. Belinda kept hers trimmed,
but he could never talk her into shaving it off. “I wonder, I wonder?” he
thought to himself as he dreamed of having her tied to this chair and him
holding the gun to her head while he used his other hand to feel between her
thighs.
She could see
the bulge in his pants, growing as he looked at her – and she had to admit,
something was happening to her as well. “I
wonder if he’s ever had a woman?”
Staring at him, she thought “If he has I bet he never had someone like
me. No the girls he would have gone out with were all probably frigid super
brains, or posh little debutantes afraid of him messing up their makeup.”
She wouldn’t
care, “she was woman hear her roar.”
Well, she knew what she meant…
Dare she take a
feel of him as she pretended to check if his bindings were still secure? She
wanted to, but what would the others say if they caught her? “Pull yourself bloody together girl,” she
warned herself internally, “this isn’t some kinky date, remember you are here
to commit a crime.” But still…
Slowly she
stood up then bent down to check his ankles were still secured. Colin looked at her, the grey bodysuit
hugging her curves as she did this, and then gasped as she ran her gloved hand
over the bulge. “What the fuck is she up
to?” he felt her hand feeling his crotch through his trousers, and she felt
himself throb at his touch. He looked at
her, her head cocked to the side as she slowly rubbed her hand to and fro…
“That is not a
bad set of equipment,” she rubbed her hand over his masculinity, “I don’t think
he’d disappoint.” She could feel him
responding, and wondered what he would do if she…
Colin’s eyes
opened wide as she slowly opened the zip on his suit trousers, and slipped her
hand in, feeling her stroke his member under his boxer shorts. Closing his eyes, he groaned involuntarily,
wondering just how far she would go as he wriggled round…
She sat back
down in front of him and resumed looking at him with those eyes. He wondered
what was she thinking behind those eyes. That touch had definitely not been her
checking how secure she was, and it had felt so good....
“I wonder if
I’ve ever seen her in true life?” he asked himself, “didn’t thieves ‘case the
joint’ as the saying went? Had he ever seen her outside in the street watching
when he came and went? Had she ever followed him to or from work?”
He had
responded to her touch, and if she was honest so had she. There was moisture running down her legs
slightly as she sat watching him. No man in any situation had ever made her
feel like this before. Was there something wrong? Was she sickening for
anything?
“Maybe if I
tape him to the chair I can look at his chest – answer that question?”
Colin watched
her as she stood up and walked over, looking at him as she unfastened his
jacket and pulled it down his arms, and then loosened and removed his tie. She looked at the featureless mask, wondering
what she was thinking, what she was going to do next as she stroked his cheek –
and then pulled his short open, the buttons popping and flying in all
directions as he stared at her.
“Not bad,” she
said as she stroked his chest – a defined six pack, and hair, but not too much. Walking to her bag, she took out a roll of
builder’s tape, the grey shining in the light from the ceiling, and he heard
the ripping sound as she tore the tape free, and then walked behind her.
“Why had she
suddenly decided to unbutton his jacket, and then rip his shirt apart?”
The builders
tape she was using to bind his upper body to the chair was going to be painful
to remove, he wasn’t exactly hairy chested, but even a plaster could hurt if
hair got yanked off with it. But
something else was going on – held firm against the chair back, his hands
pressed into the small of her back, he was totally in her hands – and he liked
that…
One of the Dolls
stood in the doorway, her head tilted to a side as she watched her finish
taping the man to the chair. When she had finished she looked round, nodding as
her friend indicated for her to follow. Slowly
she took one last lustful and lascivious look at the man, “Damn why couldn’t
she take him with her…and keep him?”
Looking in the
doorway, Colin saw the three women looking at him, and then slowly disappearing
into the gloom. He sat still for a few
minutes, and then weighed up his situation. It was nearly midnight - Mrs. Hunt the daily
would be here at 8.30, she’d have to release him. The police of course would
want a word, so it looked like he’d be taking the entire day off work.
Ah well things
could be worse he decided. “I wonder just what they took?” he thought as he
looked round, resigned to his situation…
“Alright Sue,
do you want to explain just what happened in there?” Kay asked as she drove the
van away. “You stayed to watch him, and
the next thing we know you’re playing with him?”
“To be honest
I’m not sure.”
“Keep your
masks on girls,” Kay reminded her fellow dolls, “and what do you mean you
aren’t sure?”
“I looked in a
couple of times and both you and he were just staring at each other like you
were in a trance,” Bobble shook her head.
“Why didn’t you
give him a whacking so he didn’t look at you?” Jane asked.
“I don’t know…I
knew I ought to, but something inside stopped me. I… I…”
“Are you
feeling ill Sue?”
“No Kay,” Sue
said with a smile, “I just think I’m in love.”
Bobbie and Kay
looked at her, Kay shaking her head as she said “Oh boy – he’s not a former
client is he?”
“No – but I
would like to see him again in a more social setting…”
17th November
The King’s Arms, Chelsea
“You met the
China Dolls? How are you feeling?”
“A bit stiff
and sore,” Colin said as he sat with his friends, “but I can get over it. Dad was understanding when I called him as
well.” Standing up, he said “want
another drink?”
His two friends
nodded as he went to the bar, placing his order and looking to his side. A slim brunette was standing there, wearing a
floral top over black leggings, smiling at him.
“Hi – I’m
Colin,” he said with a smile. “Have I
seen you here before?”
“No, but I’ve
seen you – I’m Susan, Sue to my friends…”
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