Double Cross
Believe me,
when I walked into the club and ordered the drink, the last thing on my mind
was getting involved with a silly plot and coming out richer on the other
side. All I wanted was to forget for a
little while about the debt I had to pay off in two weeks - and then how to get
away from the place.
As I stood at
the bar, looking round the dance floor, my eyes were drawn to this blonde who
was standing nearby. She was about five
seven, with long blonde hair held back by a white headband, and was wearing a
pair of very stylish grey trousers, a white long sleeved silk blouse and a
black silk scarf round her neck, the ends to the left side of her neck.
She looked at
me and smiled, then walked over and pushed herself up onto the bar stool next
to me. “Buy a girl a drink,” she said as
she looked at me, her long eyelashes fluttering in the light of the lamps. So I
nodded to the barman, and he brought her a cocktail.
“Cheers,” I
said as I looked at her. “What’s your
name?”
“Anne,” she
said as she looked at me, “and I know who you are. You’re James Queen, the playboy writer.”
I raised my
glass in acknowledgement as she said “I love your books - that last one where
they walked the kidnapped girl down Carnaby Street and nobody noticed she was
gagged and been taken by thugs - pure brilliance.”
“I’m glad you
think so,” I said with a smile. “So are
you here with friends Anne?”
“No - I’m
here with my sister,” she said with a smile, as I heard another woman behind me
say “Who’s this, Anne?”
I turned
round to greet the newcomer, and then looked from side to side. “Well, this is different,” I said as I looked
at the identical twins, the only difference in the new arrival’s look the fact
her scarf was tied on the other side.
“This is James Queen, the writer,” Anne said. “James, this is my twin sister, Pam.”
“How
alliterative,” I said as I took Pam’s hand and kissed her, “Can I get you a
drink?”
She nodded
and accepted the drink, before saying “Mister Queen, do you by any chance take
on commissions?”
“Sometimes,
for special occasions,” I said, “Why do you ask?”
“Would it be
terribly forward of us to invite you to join us for lunch tomorrow? We have a possible storyline that you may like
to help us in developing.”
“For yourself
or for me,” I asked as I sipped my drink.
“Both,” Pam
said as she took her sister by the arm, “twelve o’clock at the Savoy Grill?”
I nodded as
they walked off, arm in arm. Well, it
would provide a distraction from my money worries...
“Mister
Queen, so good to see you again - your usual table?”
“Thank you,
Rhodes,” I said as the head waiter walked me to a private booth at the
restaurant. “I am expecting two ladies
to join me for lunch.”
“Indeed, Sir
- one is already here,” I said as he showed me the booth. Sitting there was one of the twins, dressed
in a Mary Quant mini dress made from white fabric with black circles on
it. The skirt was short, and as the
chair was taken out I could see her white short boots under the table.
“Is it Anne
or Pam,” I said as I put my napkin on my lap and opened the bottle of
champagne.
“Pam,” she
said as she looked at me, “and thank you for asking.”
“Sorry I’m
late,” Anne said as she came over and I held out her chair for her to sit
down. She was wearing a chocolate brown
roll necked jersey dress, with a pair of nee length laced brown leather boots
around her lower legs.
“It’s all
right - we were about to order,” I said with a smile as the waiter brought the
menus. We spent a few moments
considering our choice of repast, and then as the waiter left I poured the
champagne into three glasses and passed them round.
“So,” I said
as I raised my glass, “Why do you wish to talk with me?”
“Mister
Queen...”
“Please,” I
say with a smile, “Call me James.”
“James,” Anne
said, “Is it true you like to act out some of the plots of your books?”
I smile at
this and nod. I remember the scene they
talked about last night - it took me days to persuade my secretary to allow me
to put the strip of flesh coloured plaster over her mouth, draw the lips on and
then take her up and down Carnaby Street, a big hat on her head and the crocheted
poncho covering her tied wrists - and nobody noticed her.
“I have been
known to - why do you ask?”
Pam looked at
Anne, and then said “James, we need your help to get some money.”
“Oh - and how
will I do that?”
“We have a
story idea for you - a man kidnaps the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, and
then makes her sister deliver the ransom.
When she comes to deliver the money, however, she is taken hostage as
well, and the daddy has to pay a double ransom.”
“Sounds like
an episode of The Saint,” I said as I sipped my champagne, and then looked at
the smiles on both their faces. “Oh -
you want me to...”
“Yes,” Anne
said with a big smile.
“And who is
daddy in this little scenario?”
“Our father,
of course - James McShott/”
Now I had to
put my glass down. “Sir James
McShott? He’s not a man I have heard it
is wise to get on the wrong side of.”
“He’s loves
us though.” Pam said, “and he would do anything for us. If you kidnap us, you can take the plot and
run with it, but you also get to keep 50% of twenty thousand pounds - how does
that sound?”
“Interesting,”
I said as I sipped my champagne, and the waiter brought my steak, the girls
having the fish. “So, what would I have
to do?”
“Oh, we’ll
leave the details to you - we’ll tell you when, but not how.”
“And how much
notice do I get?”
“Enough - so,
are you in?”
I nodded
before saying “Let’s eat - then we can discuss terms...”
We came to
terms, and I made a few arrangements for accommodation and so on, so that a
week later I was waiting outside an office block on the South Bank of London,
watching as the staff left the building for the day.
Eventually, I
saw Anne walking out of the building.
She was wearing a white roll neck top, with a pale blue linen jacket and
flared skirt. As she walked past me, I
could hear the click of her light beige knee length boots on the pavement, as I
started the engine and drove after her.
I followed
her for a while, until she stepped into a small boutique. I pulled into an alleyway at the side of the
shop, and stepped out. I had in my hand
a cloth that I had soaked with chloroform, as I waited for her to come past.
I only had a
few minutes to wait, as she stepped into the now rapidly glooming street and
walked past the alley. Nobody even
noticed the arms coming out of the dark alley, one around her waist and the
second slapping a white cloth over her nose and mouth.
Her eyes were
wide open until she looked up and saw me, then she relaxed - whether because
she recognised me, or because she started to fall under the effects of the drug
I could not tell, but eventually she slumped in my arms, her eyes closed. I lifted her up and carried her to my car,
then laid her on the back seat, crossing her hands behind her back and tying
her wrists together with parachute cord, then doing the same to her ankles.
It took me an
hour to drive to the cottage I had rented for the occasion, so that as I carried
her in she was starting to stir. I took
her into a bedroom, and sat her in a chair, making sure her arms went over the
back of the chair before I tied them down to the centre spar of the chair back,
and secured her ankles to the cross bar at the front.
“Whhh... What
happened,” she moaned as I pulled her back against the chair, tying her body there
with more rope, and then waited until she came to.
“Ugghh - oh,
it’s you,” Anne finally said as she looked at me. “I guess the game has started?”
“It has indeed,”
I said as I picked up a peach silk scarf, “Now, I have to pay a call - open
wide and stay seated like a good girl.”
“I wasn’t
planning on going anywwhmmmg,” Anne said as I pulled the scarf between her
lips, and then kissed her on the forehead, leaving and locking the door behind
me as I went to visit her sister.
It was
getting late when I knocked on the door of the Chelsea flat, looking round as
the door opened and Pam looked at me.
She was wearing a paisley patterned blouse with a high collar, and a
matching scarf tied into her hair, a pair of blue jeans and short black boots.
“Well hello,”
she said as she opened the door and allowed me to come in, “How is Anne?”
“Resting,” I
said with a smile, “although I will take her some dinner later. Right now, I need you to deliver a message
for me. You remember the story?”
“I do - Anne
was here when a masked man broke in, tied us both up and gagged us, then left
me with the ransom demand while he carried Anne off.”
“Got it in
one - then you deliver the ransom demand to your darling father, and we split
the money. Now, we need to make sure you
are correctly attired...”
“Do you have
time for a drink first?”
“Of course,”
I said as she poured me a whiskey and refreshed her own glass. We toasted each other and then drank, before
she put out her cigarette and said “All right - how am I going to be found?”
There was a
basket chair hanging from the ceiling, so I said “In that - so please, turn
round and put your hands behind your back.”
“Of course I
will, you evil man,” she purred as she turned round and offered me her wrists,
which I crossed and tied together with more parachute cord. Making sure they were snugly tied, I then
helped her into the chair, and tied her ankles tightly together, before I
tucked her legs under her in the seat.
“Any chance
of a kiss,” she said as she swung to and fro in her seat.
“Only if you
stay still,” I said as I kissed her, and then stuck a strip of flesh coloured
plaster over her mouth. “I’ll be in
touch,” I said as I left an envelope on her coffee table, and then departed - I
had a hamper to collect before I
returned to the cottage.
“Oh that
looks nice,” was the first thing Anne said as I removed her gag, and then
untied her from the seat.
“Well, just
because you are my captive does not mean you have to starve,” I said with a
smile as I opened the Fortnum and Mason basket, placed the cold chicken on the
table and then removed the rest of the contents. “I hope you are hungry?”
“Starving - I
didn’t have lunch today,” she said with a smile as I offered her a plate and
glass. “how did you leave Pam?”
“Hanging
around,” I said with a smile, “by now your father should have got the message I
left about her, and be reading the gentlemen’s best ransom demand that I left
with her. If all goes according to plan,
you will spend on e night here, and then be safely returned to the bosom of
your loving father.”
“So, how do
you propose we spend the evening,” Anne said as I poured the wine, and placed
some food on her plate.
“Oh I don’t
know,” I said with a smile. “I’m sure we
will think of something...” I leaned
over and kissed Anne on the lips, taking her glass and setting it down...
“Good
morning,” I said as Anne came back into the room. She was wearing the same clothes as
yesterday, but had had a chance to shower and refresh herself.
“Good
morning,” she replied as she accepted the cup of coffee. “So, did Daddy pay up?”
“He has,” I
said with a smile, “I’m going to go in an hour or so to execute part two of the
plan. Regretfully, you will have to stay
here...”
“Damn - and
it’s such a lovely day outside,” she said with a sigh. “Can I at least lie on the couch?”
“OF course
you may,” I said with a smile as I handed her some toast. “Right now, eat your breakfast.” As she started to eat and drink, I found a
long length of white rope and started to straighten it out, making sure it had
no kinks in it before I located the roll of plaster I had used the previous
night.
“Now then,” I
eventually said to Anne, “If you are ready, sit on the couch and put your hands
together in front of you.” She nodded
and came over, sitting down as I passed the rope around her arms and pulled
them tightly into her side, using several loops to keep them in place.
“Lie down
please,” I said next, “and put your hands together in prayer.” Anne smiled as she lay with her head on the
arm of the couch, while I tied her wrists tightly together, taking the rope
between her arms, then lowered them and took the rope around her ankles.
“I don’t
think I’m going anywhere,” she said as I tied the rope between her legs and
then ticked the ends behind her ankles, “so what happens now?”
I tore a
strip of plaster off the roll, leaned over and stole a kiss, then smoothed it over
her lips. “You wait here,” I said as I
collected the car keys, “and then you will find out.”
The park was
as quiet a sit gets on a Sunday - for all the popularity of the place,
Wimbledon common still ahs secluded corners, and it was one of those I had
picked for the drop. The side of the
common here backed onto a residential street, but it also had high hedges and a
car park nearby.
From my
vantage point, I saw Pam walking down.
She was wearing a white silk blouse, the long sleeves open on the inside
from wrists to armpit, a wide black leather miniskirt and over the knee black
boots.
They suited
her, and drew a few admiring looks from the footballers as she walked down the
path, a black shoulder bag swinging as she walked. As she approached a bin, she took a brown
envelope out of the bag and dropped it in, then walked hurriedly toward s me.
I watched her
walk towards me for a moment, then put the binoculars away and fetched
something else out of my bag. I then
walked down the path, intercepting her as she approached the car park. Looking round to see if anyone else was
coming, I then grabbed her by the waist and slapped the chloroform soaked cloth
over her nose and mouth.
It was as if
it was Anne all over again - she tried to pull my hand off, trying to call out
to anyone, but there was nobody around - very convenient, but still we have to
take out chances. Eventually her eyelids
fluttered and she slumped into my arms, allowing me to lift her up and carry
her off.
“The air got
to her,” I said to a couple of elderly women as I carried her to my car, and
laid her out on the read seat. This
time, I crossed and tied her wrists tightly together with white rope, and then
passed some rope around her waist to fix them in place against her back.
Her ankles
were next, the rope squeaking on the black leather as I crossed and tied them
tightly together, taking the rope around her ankles and then her feet before I
tied it off. Moving up her legs, I then
tied them together below her knees, before I smoothed a length of plaster over
her lips, then went to collect my earnings...
“Wlllddugtttt?”
Anne looked
up at me as I entered the cottage, and dropped a brown envelope on the table. “Yes, I got it,” I said as I sat her up and
removed the tape gag, “Shall we celebrate?”
“Oh yes,” she
said as I retrieved a bottle of something sparkling from the fridge, and popped
the cork. “Where’s Pam?”
“Oh, I’ll
bring her in in a minute,” I said a SI untied the ropes, and then handed her a
glass as she sat up. “To a successful
new book.”
“I’ll drink
to that,” she said as she stood up and drained the glass, then looked at me for
a moment before she started to faint. I
caught her, the glass falling to the ground and breaking, before I laid her on
her stomach on the couch, and crossed her wrists behind her back.
“Sorry,
Anne,” I said as I crossed and tied her wrists, then her ankles, “but I got a
better offer.” Sitting her up, I took
the longer coil of rope and wrap it round her arms, pulling them into her sides
as her jacket fell open at the sides and her top stretched over her chest.
As the bands
above and below her chest tightened, I smiled and brushed her hair away from
her mouth, before gently opening it and pushing a white silk scarf inside. I then closed her mouth, and covered her lips
with a fresh length of plaster, before laying her on her stomach and tying her
legs together below her knees.
Finally, I
pulled her legs back and used one last length of rope to bind her ankles to her
chest, and then leave her alone for a few minutes.
Coming back
with my other guest, I lay Pam out on the bed, sitting her up as I bind her
upper body in a second rope harness and then hogtying her. Finally, I peel the tape away, stuff a scarf
into her mouth and re-gag her, before I check the eyes of both of them.
“I reckon I
have fifteen minutes,” I say to myself, “enough to make a phone call...”
“WHTTHHLSGNGGNNNN!!!”
Pam’s calls
were the first to reach my ears as I came back in, having welcomed my
guest. I came in to see her struggling
on the bed, her boots squeaking as she tried to break free.
Anne was just
looking at me, wondering what was going on.
“My apologies, ladies,” I say as I open the door, “but I got a better
offer.”
A tall thin
man with a head of white hair came in and looked at my two captives. “Hggddd,” Anne said as Pam looked at her,
then at me.
“Well,” Sir
James McShott said, “I admire your pluck and planning, but you fail on execution
girls. I own James’ publisher - of
course he would tell me any plot ideas, and it gave me a chance to teach you
two a valuable lesson.”
“Well,” I
said as I headed for the door, “It has been a pleasure, ladies, and I hope you
take the lesson to heart. Sir James?”
He nodded to
me as I left - he had paid me well enough to turn the tables on his daughters,
and besides, they had been right.
It had
inspired a new novel...
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