"The Heist" (New Writers Always Welcome)

Abigail Parker

Abigail had been picked up by another woman and had been brought to the public restroom inside the bank. She came back to her senses, the younger woman had been comforting her so far. So this was indeed a robbery, and they were surrounded by the police and caught up with the criminals. She realized that he young woman, a customer, had brought her some pieces of clothing. She just needed something to cover her top; her lower body was fully dressed again. She browsed through the clothes lying on a pile. It wan't really much.

James Statham

James sat down where the crook was pointing to, still holding Sophie by the hand. "Er...I...I...will do it" he said, the last trace of firmness in his voice gone.

Don't show them weakness. He'll see us fuck, but I'll be damned if he sees me cry, he thought. That was easier said than done, but he had to force himself to. He had resolved that this pervert would get his messed up wish. And then he and Sophie would get out of here and try to forget this nightmare. The sooner they got this over with, the better.

Jenn & Abigail

Jenn finally found a sportive shirt among the clothes that Taylor had brought them. "Here, try this one", Jenn gave it to the woman.
It had been quite nice of him to get out as quickly as he did. He had been nice also by bringing those clothes, although they were mostly useless, but nothing could bring back what that woman had lost, and it would take her quite long to recover. How could he allow this to happen?, she thought, she was so angry at him for not controlling his gang.
But then she started thinking that it was her fault. Hadn't she been taking his focus on her, they could have already found what they'd been looking for and they would be long gone. "Crap!" she yelled, forgetting about the woman for a moment. Jenn saw her scared face on the mirror and apologized. "Sorry, I'm just too nervous." she said calming herself down a little. "It is ok with you if I leave for a minute? I have to talk to that crook", she needed to go out, but she wasn't sure about letting the woman alone. Not with that crippled bastard around. "Forget it, I won't leave you alone. I can take to the conference room with the other people if you want. Or I can get you out of the bank. Whatever you need, ok?"

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Sophie, James & Taylor

"So, who gets to fuck your girlfriend today, you or me-- Or maybe Cramer should do her...?"
Sophie then realized it was no joke, she would have to be fucked eventually. She thought then about playing the tough girl, as fas as she knew, it had worked with the short-dress woman. "Ok, what you say about me deciding, ha? This is a person you talking about, not some dolly you can grab around as you please". She stood up "So, where're we headed? Or you want us to fuck right here?"

Abigail Parker

"Thank you" she said. She tried the sportive shirt and pulle dit over. It fitted well, except for her breasts, which were squeezed under the rather tight grey shirt. But it was better then nothing. She was still hesitating to leave the faclities, meeting the crooks outside. On the other hand, she wanted to get out, because staying here would bring back the memories of the last minutes.

Jenn & Abigail

Jenn continued going through the clothes Shades had brought.
"Look, there's a jacket too, put it on if you are cold".
She was going to take the woman's torn clothes to the rubbish but thought about keeping them in case the bastard was cought after the robbery was over. She hid them in between the other clothes so it weren't a reminder of what had happenede.

She realized the woman wasn't sure about what to do now. Understandable, she tought, I don't think I would like to be in here remembering everything, neither go outside and meet that bastard... She thought the woman deserved to get away from everything.

"Ok, here's an idea of what we'll do. I'll talk to the leader robber and we are going to get you out of here, ok? But don't be pressured, we'll get out when you are ready. And if you want to stay, we stay. Just whichever you feel like." She really wanted to help the woman but she wasn't sure about what to do. She could only imagine what she was going through. Her memories of the past came back to her, her first intimate moment with Jaden and his refusal to stop when she asked him. But she had managed to get away, and as much embarrassed and dirty she had felt back then, this woman just would be feeling worse.

Taylor, with James and Sophie:



"Okay, what you say about me deciding, ha?" Sophie asked.

It was the first time Taylor had heard her speak and it surprised him. It wasn't because he thought she was a timid little thing; no, something about the look of the woman told Taylor that she was anything but timid. He realized as she continued, that it was because she seemed far more bold -- particular considering the circumstances -- than he'd expected.

"This is a person you talking about, not some dolly you can grab around as you please". She stood up. "So, where're we headed? Or you want us to fuck right here?"

Across the lobby, a snicker escaped from Grimes, who'd been approaching from the Conference Room. He looked between the three, then informed Taylor, we need a second pee break ... too much pop and water, I guess."

"Give me a minute," Taylor told him, suddenly aware that he was still missing two women -- the one he'd fucked, and the one Cramer had -- and he wanted to get control of that situation before too much more was learned about either by his cohorts. Grimes headed away, and Taylor looked back to the woman, suddenly wishing that his offer to James hadn't been a me or you fucks her proposition. Still believing they were already a couple, he told them, "Hey, you know the bank. I'm sure you've fucked each other in one of the dark little corners before. Pick an office or ... what ever ... make yourself comfortable ... and I'll be right with you."

He stood and stepped back -- noticeably between them and the bank's front door -- and gestured them toward the building's rear.

Once they'd headed off, Taylor repeated his gimme a minute to Grimes and headed straight for the public restroom, in search of Jenn ... with a throbbing hard-on that he was anxious to once again relieve of its building tension.

Abigail Parker

Abigail put on the jacket; she hoped that it would conceal her breasts better - the crook had destroyed her bra as well.
"Yes, I would like to get out." said Abigail very low.

Taylor, James and Sophie

Sophie could barely stand on her legs. She didn't know where she had got the nerve to talk like that, but she guessed it was half her fear and half her sexual desire. The crook pointed them towards the rear of the building "Pick an office or ... what ever ... make yourself comfortable ... and I'll be right with you."

She didn't know where they were going to go but thought it would be convenient not to bother him, so she pulled James and they started walking. "What are going to do?" she shispered.

Jenn & Abigail

"Yes, I would like to get out." said Abigail very low.

"Ok, let's go". Jenn grabbed the woman by the hand and headed to the door. But when she opened it they stumbled upon Shades. Abigail gripper her hand because of the sudden apparition.

"Nice to see you mister. We were heading towards you", Jenn said, with a kind of angry smile.

Taylor was about to direct Jenn back into the bathroom for a quickie, then saw the woman with her. Fuck! Just how the hell did these two end up together? he wondered. His moment of jubilation at finding her so quickly dissipated in a flash. "Hi."

He cringed. Hi? Why not follow it with Wanna sit by each other in Math? He glanced behind him, down the hall toward the lobby and saw no one. He looked back to Jenn, then the woman, then back to his lover-of-circumstance.

Jenn told him she needed to get the woman somewhere else, adding quite bluntly, "Can she leave the bank?"

That caught Taylor off guard -- totally off guard. "Out?"

He contemplated for a moment, and an answer came to him from out of the blue. He gestured the woman back into the bathroom, saying politely that they would be right back to her; then asked Jenn to stay with him in the hall. Once he had them separated, he stepped a bit closer to her and with a firm voice told her, "I can't just let her walk out, not in the state that she's in. When the cops realize she's been ... well, you know what happened to her. When they learn this ... they'll breach."

He assumed she knew what breach meant, with all the cop shows and war movies and internet coverage of hostage situations and the endless analysis that came with it. It wasn't so much his concern that she could define breach, it was his concern that she knew it meant flash grenades, smoke, and weapons -- automatic rifles and shotguns -- firing through the haze. People would die.

The answer that had come to him had been spoken to him in the new female voice he'd heard over the phone just before he'd ventured outside to pull Cramer back in. Who ever she was, she was connected to the black book -- or at least aware of it; she didn't want a breach any more than Taylor did.

"I have someone..." he began, wondering whether or not what he was about to say was really the truth. "I have someone who might be able to get her out of here ... someone who can take her away from this fucking mess ... no cameras ... no cops ... no breach. But ... it's gonna take a few minutes to set up..."

James Statham

James went with Sophie, now releasing the grip on her hand a bit. "I have no idea...", he whispered, "the backdoor is probably too far to risk it..."

It looked like that pervert was actually going to make them do it! He couldn't believe it... except if this was still part of the "joke". His hope for that, though, diminished with every second.

He hadn't "gotten lucky", so to speak, in quite a long time - 3 months now, to be precise - but he was feeling absolutely zero arousal. The circumstances creeped him out too much, and he was getting angrier and angrier at this madman who treated him like a toy just because he was armed.

Let the cops deal with the fucker. Just get out of here. Quick...

Abigail Parker

Abigail walked back into the facilities. She had no idea how the young woman was connected to the criminals, but at least she gave her a little hope, although the crooks reaction had shattered it somehow. She leaned against the wall and waited.

Charmaine Cramer

Charmaine didn't lose any time. She kept the jeans and the black top on, and grabbed some shoes and her red leather jacket. She had no car, and a taxi would be damn expensive for her. Ask her friend to come over and drive her there? Stupid idea, this would mean a lot of explaining. She could call the cops, but that was even worse. She wanted to keep her name out of this as far as possible. She would get as close to the bank as possiblee, and ring hing up again. Maybe she could make him come out and give up in a second talk. She went out and hurried. She didn't wait for the bus, she would simply hitch-hike her way, this could be faster then even waiting for a taxi.

Taylor:



"No, no," Taylor was barking into the phone. "You give me the other woman ... the one that called earlier, before-- Yeah, then ... that one. You give me her."

He waited for a moment, listening, the his cell phone began ringing. He turned away from the window, snatching off his hip and looking at the little screen: Unknown caller, well duh. As with Cramer's phone, and Gray's and Grime's, it was new and had only been used in conjunction with the heist. So, question was, who the hell was this, and how did he -- no, she, he anticipated -- get this number.

Taylor lowered the other phone and answered the cell with a simple, "Hello?"

"Hang up the other line, Mister Taylor." It was, as he'd expected, the same female voice from earlier.

"How did you get this number?" he barked. There was no response. "Hello...?"

Taylor could hear the voice of the Deputy on the phone pressed against his bullet proof vest. He returned the phone to the cradle on the desk.

Immediately, the woman on the other line asked, "What can I do for you?"

Taylor was beginning to get seriously disturbed by this woman and her seeming ability to perform magic. That was, of course, ironic; he needed her magic. "I have a hostage who needs to be removed from the area. Not just from the bank, but from the entire area! No local cops, no FBI, no television crews ... and no questions asked."

"A car is on its way, Mister Taylor."

What? It wasn't the response he'd expected from the woman. "What does that mean ...? Hello? Hello, what the hell does that mean?"

He looked out toward the gathering of Authorities near the Harvey P.D.'s ERT van must as the Deputy turned away and raised her cell phone to her ear. Taylor lifted the binoculars, looking through one of the lenses as it were a telescope, something he did often since an eye injury ended his SEAL involvement and resulted in his turning to crime. The Deputy turned back his way; she was yelling into her cell, intense anger filling her face.

"Chief!"

Taylor looked to Cramer, rising from the computer and hurrying toward one of the windows with his shotgun at the ready. Taylor followed him to the window, looking out toward a second group of cars -- these barely visible past a small groves of trees -- where an ambulance pulled up to the P.D. perimeter, honked its horn repeatedly, then -- unable to get the cops to pull back the barricade -- simply plowed through it.

"Let them through," Taylor told Cramer, turning and heading for the back offices where he'd directed Jenn. He called back as he pulled his big pistol again, "But watch them close! Close!"

He opened first one door, then another before finding them. He smiled his best smile to Jenn, then looked to the woman. "Your ride is here."

Abigail Parker

"Really?" she could not quite believe it. Did the young woman really get the crooks to leave her out? She waited, still unsecure.

Taylor gestured the two women forward. Jenn helped the woman up and toward the door. As the exited into the hall, Taylor gently took the woman by the elbow and -- when she flinched at his touch -- said with compassion, "I'm very sorry this happened to you, and I know that this won't make up for ... well, for..."

Taylor pulled the woman's hand out ever so gently and slung a randomly scavenge purse he'd found in an office over her shoulder. "I know this won't make anything better, but it's all I have to offer."

The woman looked down, and her eyes bulged at the sight of several bundles of brand new hundreds and twenties. She looked surprised, but Taylor would never know whether it was because of the money itself or the idea that he would try to make up for a rape with cash that didn't even belong to him.

He would never know, because he quickly hurried them down the hall and toward the front entrance. Cramer and Grimes were under cover with their weapons leveled at an ambulance driver standing, arms to his side, beyond the still closed but unlocked glass bank doors. Taylor could see a second man's face in the driver's side mirror looking directly at him.

Strangely, there didn't appear to be anyone else who shouldn't be there, and Taylor saw no signs of weapons on either one of them. Who ever the woman on the other end of Taylor's cell phone was, she had confidence in her knowledge of him and his Crew. That disturbed him greatly, for he knew absolutely nothing of him at all.

Suddenly the woman with Jenn stopped cold, her eyes fixed -- on the crouched Cramer, whose back was to the woman he'd only an hour or so earlier violated in one of the worse ways possible.

Abigail Parker

Of course Abigail would not accept money stolen from her bank, but she would not bobject, because she was afraid of the robbers reaction. Outside, she just froze a moment when she saw that other man - but she passed him quickly over. "Thank you." she said to the young woman who had helped her. Why wouldn't she go along? Did she somehow belong to them, maybe a helper? She would not think about that now.

Charmaine Cramer

Charmaine had found a ride rather fast - maybe her looks weren't that bad. She did not turn her mobile on yet; she didn't want to phone with a bank robber while she was driving with a stranger. She would wait until she got close to the bank as possible.

Jenn & Taylor

Jenn was happy seeing the woman go. At least it is over for her now, she thought relieved.

When coming back to the hotel she stopped to whisper in Shades ear.

"You can't let this happen again, you should be more careful about what your gang does..." She was leaving to finally join the other hostages when she turned back to Shades. "And as nightfall is coming, I'm getting to realize maybe you are having us sleeping in here... so let me know if you need me to ease your tension down there", she said as she had a quick look at his still hard bulge.

Taylor smiled at Jenn's suggestion, then laughed aloud. As he watched her head for the Conference Room, he couldn't help but wish they'd met under different circumstances. He could see the pair of them together on a beach somewhere -- maybe the South Pacific, or the French Riviera -- with her topless in a tiny thong and he laying at her side with his hand down said thong ...

There was still hope, he thought, gesturing the two men back deeper into the bank as the ambulance sped away and -- as it had to get to the Suburbia Savings -- shot through the P.D. barricade as if it were never there. "Grimes, help watch the hostages. Cramer ... find me my banker!"

Taylor pulled out his cell phone and waited. He knew he'd be hearing from the mystery woman, and before the ambulance's siren's had totally faded away into the distance, the phone began vibrating in his hand. He raised it to his ear, activating it and asking with a hard tone, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm your best friend, Mister Taylor," the woman said. "You very ... best ... friend."



Taylor wandered into the conference room and took a gander at the current situation. It had been nearly two hours since the ambulance had taken away Cramer's little play thing; the sun was nearly down, the harsh light of sunset cutting through the nearby grove of trees and the draped damaged by Cramer's assault on the two windows, flooding the bank with reds that made the place look a little too eerie for Taylor's comfort

He'd allowed a pair of women to go around to all the offices, gathering soft chairs and couch pads; half of the remaining 21 hostages were asleep on the floor or simply resting, praying that all of this would end soon enough.

But, it wasn't going to. Not because Taylor wouldn't allow it to -- all he had to do was give up -- but instead because the mysterious woman on the phone had demanded he take the hostage situation through nightfall to dawn.

"We were supposed to be in and out of here in twenty minutes," he'd told the woman, "And now you're telling me to keep this up for a full day? What kind of cop are you?"

"I'm not a cop, Mister Taylor," she'd informed him, and -- with a calm, even tone -- she added, "If you even look like you're coming out of that bank before dawn, my team with kill your entire crew -- not injure, not capture, but kill -- and after that, we'll take into custody four members of each of the Crew's families ... and kill them, too."

Taylor had laughed. The woman wasn't serious he'd tried to tell himself. Then, to his surprise, the voice of his sister -- who lifted more than 300 miles away -- came onto the line, asking with a tear filled voice, "Peter ... what the hell is going on...?"

So, the Crew wasn't going anywhere, nor were the hostages, nor were the Authorities surrounding the bank. Taylor didn't understand why the woman was so adamant about the crisis continuing, but she assumed it was because her team wasn't in place to do what ever it was that she needed them to do.

"All right, folks," he said softly, wanting them all to know the situation but not really eager to wake those already asleep on the floor. "Here's the situation. We ... I ... don't have what I came for yet, so ... it looks like we're staying her tonight."

A slight groan rolled through the Room, perpetrated by those hostages who were beginning to feel a bit more comfortable with speaking out about how they'd been treated today, and not just by the Crew but by the authorities as well.

"The cops are delivering blankets and pillows. There's hot food coming, too, and I ordered us some pies from the restaurant around the corner." Taylor was a little relieved that that woman outside had convinced the Deputy, who still seemed to be nominally in charge, to give Taylor what ever he wanted. "We're all going to lay down here and get as comfy as we can ... and just make the best of a bad situation."

Taylor looked to the back of the Conference Room, to James and Sophie. Their little party had been interrupted and Taylor was still considering getting the pair back into that little office again for some recreation. He needed to get everyone settled for the night, first. Then he had security concerns to address. Then, and only then, could he consider a peep show.

Charmaine Cramer

It took nearly two hours until she had arrived close to that bank; it was already sunset, in a short time it would be dark. She had to walk, and could see the police all around, that blocked all spectators to get close. Many of the curious watchers had dissappeared, but there was still a crowd of spectators. Far less then she had seen on TV, but enough to mix under them. She could not make out what was going on inside the bank, so she picked up her mobile again. Her heart was beating faster and she was more then nervous while she waited for her brother to answer her call.

James Statham

Being herded back and forth had not made James any less angry. Or less anxious, for that matter. Here he was, back in the conference room, not holding Sophie's hand anymore, just staring in front of him.

Where he had mostly wanted to keep out of trouble until now, the announcement that they would have to spend the night locked in here with these bastards had really started to piss him off.

Unrealistic fantasies of wrestling a gun from one of the hoodlums and going out like a hero appeared in his mind, but he pushed these childish thoughts back...for now.

Conference Room

Sophie knew that she wasn't going to run away form the crook's twisted dexires. Being there all night long would give him a lot of time to take her and James out of the conference room and into another place to watche them fulfill his fastasies. But she had an idea.

"James," she whispered to him, when the shades' man wasn't near, "I think we can try something to get rid of this... He looks quite polite when it comes to the hostages as a group. You see how he spoke in a low voice not to wake those ones over there? We just have to be separated to each other and sleep, or at least pretend to be. So when we get comfortable I'll move to the other side of the room. An if he comes to you in the middle of the night... pretend to be asleep for as long as you can right? He may not want to wake the ones around us, so he may leave us alone..."

She knew it would probably not work, because there are quite a lot of ways of waking up pleople, but it was all she could think of.

James Statham

"You think that would work? Well... I can't see any other option, really."

Honestly, James was one hundred percent sure that this would not work. They couldn't be that polite, being criminals and all. But he was still grasping at straws - the backdoor, the pretend sleep, the idea that this could all be a joke: He desperately tried to be in denial about the madman's plan.

"Ok then, we will pretend to sleep. Not too stubbornly, though... I don't even want to imagine what he will do if he finds out that we have been faking."