Here Comes Tomorrow...
The sound of
the record playing on the radio was all Mary could hear as she sat at her
dresser, combing her blonde hair twenty times on each side just as she did
every night before going out.
Up at eight, you can’t be late,
For Matthew and Sons, he won’t wait,
See them run down to platform one,
For the eight thirty train to Matthew
and Sons
“I know that
feeling,” Mary said to herself as she looked in the mirror, applying the black
eyeliner with a soft brush. She worked
as a wages clerk at the local factory, and the run-up to pay day was always a
busy time - double checking the wages envelopes, making sure the forms had all
been filled out properly, and making sure the whole package was safely locked
away before she left for the night.
“Still,” she
thought to herself as the music continued in the
background, “at least it is all ready for tomorrow.” She smiled as she put the eyeliner brush
down, and picked up a stick of ruby red lipstick, applying it over her lips so
that she had a red sheen as she puckered up.
“Tonight I get to relax.”
Standing up,
she walked to the bed and picked up the new dress she had picked up in the
boutique last weekend. It was a silver
shift dress, with a thin silver leather belt, and as she slipped it over her
head she looked at herself in the mirror, the skirt of the dress barely
covering her lower regions. It sparkled
in the light, and was nicely offset by the white stockings she was wearing on
her legs.
“I knew it
would fit,” she said to herself as she walked to the wardrobe and took out a
pair of white knee length leather go-go boots, pulling them on and then
admiring the way she looked, before returning to the dressing table. Lying on the top was a white silk square,
about two foot along each side, which she folded into
a band and tied over her hair, the ends falling down her neck.
There was a
knock on the door of her flat. “Coming,”
she called out as she walked into the corridor, her heels clicking on the
wooden floor, and there was a huge smile on her face as she opened the door.
As she saw
her visitors for the first time, the sound of Paul Jones was playing on the
radio.
I'm not the man you think I am
I've given you warning
You wake up and find me gone
Some sunny morning
“Hello Paul,”
she said as she opened the door, “come on in - I won’t be a moment, and Sandra
should be here soon as well.”
“Sounds
great,” Paul said as he came in. He was
six foot tall, and dressed in a dark jacket over a white roll necked sweater,
dark trousers and black leather boots with Cuban heels. As Mary closed the door, he waited and then
kissed her as she stood there.
“Drink?”
“That would
be lovely,” he said as they walked to the main room...
Sandra
knocked on the door, tapping her toes as she heard the music coming from the other
side of the door.
Please release me, let me go,
For I don’t love you any more...
The door
opened and she was surprised to see Paul standing there, smiling as he looked
at Mary’s friend.
“Hello,
Sandra,” he said as he held the door open, “Mary’s in the room, waiting for
you. Can I take your coat?”
“Thank you,”
Sandra said as she unbuttoned her black leather coat and handed it to Paul, who
hung it on the coat rack. She was
wearing a black pinafore dress over a silver roll necked jumper, and a pair of
knee length skin tight leather boots which came up to her knees.
“The radio is
a bit loud, Paul - what will the neighbours think?”
“Only that
she has her boyfriend round, and they are listening to some music. Come along - she’s desperate to meet
you.” Paul put his arm round Sandra’s
shoulder and walked her into the front room, only for her to gasp as she saw
Mary.
“I’m sorry,
Sandra, I’m so sorry,” she said from her position in the hanging chair, unable
to move or stop Paul as he placed his hand over Sandra’s mouth.
“Not a word,
Sandra,” he whispered into her ear as her eyes opened wide, “I just need you to
do what I tell you to do, all right?”
Sandra slowly
nodded as she heard a record from The Move start to play.
The silent night has turned to a night
of fear
With windows howling wind into your ear
You listen to the spirits far behind
These things you hear are too much for your mind
“Please,
Paul,” Mary said as she tried to move her arms, “Don’t do this to us.” Her wrist were crossed behind her back and
bound together with a length of thin cord that he had produced from his jacket
pocket, before he had found a coil of washing line while searching in the
kitchen. He had used part of that to
bind her arms tightly to her side, the bands around her chest stretching her
dress over her, before making her sit in the white hanging seat before the
knocking had announced Sandra’s arrival.
She kicked
her legs around, trying to find some way to get out as Paul guided Sandra’s
arms behind her back and started to bind her wrists together, the parachute
cord biting slightly in to the soft flesh of her bare wrists as he did so. “Don’t cry, Sandra,” he said as she felt her
arms being held together, “You both look so fetching like this, that I think
you will like it.”
“I don’t
understand,” Sandra said as she looked at Mary, “Why is he doing this to
us? What is he planning to do?”
“Well,” Paul
said as he started to wrap another length from the washing line around Sandra’s
arms and chest, “My friends and I are planning to steal the wages from Mary’s
company tomorrow, but I wanted her out of the way, so you’re both going to be
spending the night here as - well, as my prisoners, I suppose.”
“Your
prisoners? Please - don’t hurt me anymore,” Sandra
whimpered as she felt the rope going around her waist, forcing her wrists
against the small of her back, and then another length encircling her arms and
stomach as he fed it around and between her elbows and her chest. A third length went around her arms above her
chest, holding them firmly to her side as he passed the rope under her shoulders
to tighten it.
“There now,”
he eventually said as he tied the rope off, and sat Sandra down on the leather
recliner, “Now don’t move.” Picking up
the rope, he cut two further lengths off, and walked over to Mary, passing the rope
around her legs below her knees and pulling them together as he reached up and
kissed her.
Mary’s eyes
widened as she felt her lips against his, but she could not help herself from
responding, pressing her mouth against his as he tied the rope off, and then
crossed her ankles before tying them together, the rope squeaking over her
leather boots.
Sandra was
crying softly, the pigtails of her long black hair falling over her shoulders
and the white rope bands as she watched her friend being secured. Paul then returned to her, moving her legs as
she found herself falling onto her side before he crossed and started to bind
her ankles tightly together as well.
As he bound
her legs, Mary said “Paul, you can’t expect us to spend the whole night
here! What if we need to go to the
toilet or something?”
“I’ll let you
go - but only for a moment,” he said as he took a roll of brown sticking plaster
from his pocket. “now,
I need to make sure you two fine ladies cannot call for help - I assure you
this is only a temporary measure.”
“You don’t
have to do that,” Sandra said as she watched him tearing a strip off. “I promise we will be good and quiet.”
“I know you
will,” he said as he kissed her, and then smoothed the plaster over her mouth,
before walking over to Mary. She tried
to sit back and stay out of his way, but he merely smiled as he leaned in and
gagged her as well.
“Now be
good,” he said as he walked out of the room, “and let Radio Luxembourg entertain
you.” The two women tried to scream at
him, especially as the Rolling Stones were being played.
Let’s spend the night together...
Mary squirmed
round in the seat as she heard the sound of Paul searching through her rooms,
and then looked at Sandra, the dark stain of her mascara on her cheeks as she
cried from her prone position. She
wanted to help her, to comfort her, but she dare not try to get out for fear
she may hurt herself...
Mary suddenly
opened her eyes as she felt something tugging at her skin around her
mouth. The room was lit by her large
lava lamp, sending multicoloured swirls around the room, and she could see
Sandra sleeping on the recliner.
“What time is
it,” she said as Paul lifted her out of the seat and carried her into the
bedroom.
“Five in the
morning,” he said quietly, “My friends will be coming to collect me soon, but I
wanted to make you to more comfortable first.”
“Are you
going to untie us,” she whispered as he laid her gently on the bed.
“No - but I
am going to leave you together, with a chance to free each other
eventually. I still need to gag and make
it difficult, however.” She watched him
as he picked up one of her scarves, a large blue triangle that she used to
cover her hair when she was working around the house, and folded it into a band
before tying a large knot in the middle of it.
“Do you have
to,” she said as she looked at Paul. He
nodded as he said “Open wide, let me do this, and then
I will bring Sandra to join you.”
“all right -
but please, be gentle,” she whispered before she opened her mouth and allowed
Paul to push the knot into her mouth, pressing her tongue down as she raised
her head and allowed him to tie the scarf around her head. She then watched him as he left, trying to
find the knot with her fingers before he returned, carrying Sandra in his arms.
She was still
sleeping as he laid her beside Mary, facing her before he went and selected a
second scarf. this
one was a large brightly patterned square, basically orange in colour but with
flashes of purple, yellow and white, so that it looked like two flowers on the
psychedelic background.
Folding it
into a thick band, and tying a knot in the middle, he peeled the tape away from
Sandra’s mouth before gently easing the knot into her mouth and tying the scarf
around her head.
Sandra
mumbled softly as he took a
second scarf, this one a long silk band of alternating black and
white stripes, and then tied it tightly over her eyes, making a blindfold
before he allowed her head to rest gently on the pillow.
“Swhthpnsnsnw,” Mary mumbled as Paul reached under her hair
and removed the white scarf that had held it back. “I am truly sorry I lied to you,” he said as
he leaned down and kissed Mary on the forehead, “but I needed to do so. I hope you find someone who loves you for
yourself.”
Mary looked
at him, then raised her head as he bound the scarf tightly over her eyes,
nestling her head on the other pillow as she heard him walk away.
From the
doorway, Paul looked at both girls.
There was one thing he had not told them - that he had being told to
select one of them as a hostage to force the manager to open the safe, as well
as his wife and daughter. Even now he
could imagine the scene - his wife, with her grey hair in a hairnet, and the
twenty year old daughter, sitting in the front room of their large house on the
outskirts of town as his friends bound and gagged both of them. He had left a pair of scissors within reach
of whoever was left, and was sure they would eventually work the blindfold off,
while the other would be left at the factory.
The thing
was, which one was he going to take? As
he stood there, a song started to play on the radio.
Mary oh what a sweet girl,
Lips like Strawberry Pie...
Mary mumbled from her position on the bed, her
rouged lips still covering the blue cloth that nestled in her mouth.
Sandra, long hair and pigtails...
Sandra moved
around on the bed and started to try and call out through the large
multicoloured knot in her mouth as Mary mumbled words to calm her down. Paul rubbed his eyes and tried to make a
choice as the song continued.
Well I see all kinds of sorrow,
Wish I only loved one.
Look out, here comes tomorrow,
Oh how I wish tomorrow would never
come, oh no...
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