"The Heist" (New Writers Always Welcome)

[AGuyWhoWrites]

"I'm the last one," an older woman said meekly, diverting her eyes as soon as Taylor turned to look at her. She followed his gesture to the stall, nervously pulled down her panties -- ensuring her almost knee length dress hid all the important stuff -- and proceeded to take care of business.

As he had with all the others, Taylor showed her some courtesy and only half glanced at her while she took her break. His interest wasn't in watching women pee; it was in watching for cell phones and potential weapons, as well as the new iPods and other technologies that were now carrying wifi capability.

When the woman was finally done, he pointed her back to the lobby, returning her to Cramer's responsibility, then turned to Jenn, with whom he'd been trading glances and light, meaningless conversation during the entire event. He gestured to the stall, trying his best not to ogle or smirk, and said, "Feel free, if the need presents itself."

 

[HottieKatie]

Why not, she thought. If the other women had managed to pee without showing their privates, why couldn't she? All he would see would be her panties, which she was kinda eager to show. So there she went. "Thanks for the opportunity. It is not so bad to be nice with hostages, right? Now and then you get your little rewards," she said as she lowered her purple thong down to her knees "such as getting to see some nice panties for free" and she winked at him.

When she finished she pulled her lingerie up again and washed her hands with her back to him, so he could get a look of her nice ass once again. She turned around "Shall we join the others, Mr. Shades? Hope you don't mind my giving you a nickname, since you're not telling your name..."

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor watched Jenn a might bit closer than he had the other women, for two reasons, really: one, some of the others hadn't really been the type of women he'd wanted to see pulling their panties down; and two, he really did want to see Jenn disrobing, even if it was just her thong, and even if her very careful method showed him nothing new except that thong.

Despite getting no free peak, the Navy SEAL Chief's dick was as full attention, which he was certain she had to be aware of, assuming she was watching him in the way he was watching her.

As she moved to the restroom sink to wash, the anxiety in his groin was too much to bear any longer. He walked casually to the door and, quietly, clicked the dead bolt shut.

"Shall we join the others, Mr. Shades?" she asked as she turned back to him, a touch of sardonic humor in her voice. As he moved slowly toward her, she continued, "Hope you don't mind my giving you a nickname, since you're not telling your name..."

He smiled broadly as he neared her, too closely considering their current relationship. He reached to his back and pulled the Desert Eagle from its holster, dangling it his side as he pushed his body gently up against hers, pressing her against the counter behind her...

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Grimes looked to the back of the lobby and found Gray coming out of the Conference room with a pair of bank bags, presumably full of phones and stuff confiscated from the hostages. "Theo! We got activity out here."

Gray dropped the bags onto the counter and hurried to the front, squeezing up close to his partner behind the safety of the columnar support. He peeked out to the parking lot, where a number of Uniforms were hurrying about near the P.D.'s ERT van. He searched for the meaning of the hustle, then started laughing.

"What is it?" Grimes asked.

Gray turned and hollered toward the back, "Hey, Romeo! Your girlfriend's here!"



Cramer surveyed the activity through a small pair of binoculars they'd taken from the purse of a guy who claimed to be a bird watcher, but who Grimes was sure was actually a Peeping Tom. He smiled behind the field glasses and said with a pleased smile, "Well, that sneaky little bastard."

Grimes was still oblivious to what was going on, asking again, "What is it?"

Cramer handed him the field glasses, answering, "Taylor ordered me something to eat."

Grimes peered through the binoculars, finding the delivery truck, then the delivery girls standing near it, being frisked by a female city cop and questioned by a female Sheriff Deputy. He groaned appreciatively, mumbling, "Holy shit ... is that what you were bumping all that time?"

Cramer chuckled, taking back the field glasses and pointing Grimes toward the back of the bank. "The guys need to piss. Don't take any shit, but don't kill anyone unless you have to, okay?"

"Damn," Grimes grumbled humorously as he hefted his shotgun over his shoulder and headed for the back. "Take the fun out of everything don't you?"

At the door to the Conference Room, Grimes counted female heads, then looked to Gray and asked, "Where's the Chief and the chick with the legs?"

The other man cocked his head with a knowing expression. Grimes laughed, then turned his attention to the male hostages. "Fine. Okay, remember how it works guys? Rules are ... ah, hell ... the only rule you have to remember is that if you do something I don't like, I get to shoot you."

He backed out of the door and gestured. "Okay, first two, let's go..."

At the front of the bank, Cramer again had the field glasses to his eyes, staring at the girl who was now being questioned by a woman in civilian clothes, likely FBI, he knew. He remembered the past few days and his time with the woman and, as he was certain the Chief was right now, Cramer himself began to feel a little happy down below the belt line.

He lowered the binoculars and scanned the parking lot, lawns, and roads, seeing little more than people with guns and cars with overhead lights. He mused, Not the time to be getting a boner, Tommy Boy.

 

[HottieKatie]

Jenn could see his reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands and noticed his bolting the door. So they were alone in there and nobody could disturb them. Wonderful!

She watched him come closer and pulling out his gun as he pressed his body to hers. "I don't think you'll need your gun, Mister. I promise to be a good girl" she said as she jumped backwards and sat on the counter besides the sink, separating her legs slowly.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor smiled broadly, and involuntarily; this was indeed what he'd wanted but he hadn't been planning on grinning like the horny virtuous teenage geek that he was when first he lost his virginity so many years ago. He regained his composure, limiting his toothy response, then backed half a step and informed her, "Oh, I wasn't planning on using this gun ... I just wanted to ensure you got no ideas of using it."

He pressed the release on the weapons side, dropping the clip onto the counter beside Jenn's shapely bun. He jacked the chambered fifty caliber shell into the air before them, snatching it as if performing some magic trick, then neatly setting both it and the weapon onto the counter.

He moved to her again, sliding his hands slowly up her smooth thighs and under the hemline of her mini-dress, until they up her hips and grasping at her thong.

"No," he continued, pulling her thong off her hips and under her butt cheeks, "I have another gun I'm thinking about discharging."

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Dual Post:
Cramer and Sheriff Deputy Keenan



The phone on the Manager's desk rang again. Cramer moved to the closest desk, lifting the receiver of the phone there, and pressed buttons until he'd found the right line. "What?"

He listened for a moment, then turned and pulled the drapery open just enough to see the pizza van and the people clustered around it. "Yeah, I see her ... no ... no! Send her through. Send her through or I send out a body!"

He listened for another moment. "We already have a bank full of hostages, what do we need another one for?"

He turned and saw Grimes escorting a pair of men back to the Conference Room, signalling that they were done with the pee break. Cramer waved the man to him, then turned back to the window. "Negotiating are we? Fine, we'll negotiate. You send the pizza girl up with our order ... and ... we'll give you a body, a live one ... yeah, one bank customer for one take out order."

Cramer laughed, turning as Grimes arrived, a questioning expression on his face. "What's up?"

"They want us to pay a hostage for the pizza," Cramer explained, intending for the Authority on the line to hear as well, "and then pay another for the delivery." He turned to face the window again, as if talking toward the caller would make his words clearer. "Listen bitch! The sign on the front of the pizza joint says free fucking delivery! So send her up or I'll get out my Bic Lighter and the body I give you will look like the pepperoni on top of my Harvey Meat Lover Special!"

He slammed the receiver onto the deck top, then again, then finally replaced it gently to the phone's base. He turned to find Grimes eyes wide. He laughed. "That'll give 'em something to think about."



Keenan jerked her cell back away from her ear, stared at the bank's front, then pocketed the phone.

Lieutenant Davis stepped closer to the Deputy, asking quietly, "What'd they say?"

"They want me to send in the pizza girl," Keenan answered, her tone on the edge between anger and concern.

Davis stepped closer, putting herself into the Deputy's peripheral vision. "Well ... you're not going to ... are you?"

Keenan looked to her, shrugging. "I may not have a choice. They're saying they'll start killing people if--"

A vibrating buzz caught her attention. She withdrew her cell. "Keenan."

After a short moment, she turned to look toward the group of black vans and sedans standing half a block away. The Mystery Agent -- who Keenan had decided must be from some secret branch within Homeland Security -- was talking into her cell.

Keenan repeated what she'd told Davis. She listened for a moment, her face screwing up with disbelief. "She's a civilian. We should use one of our-- ...It's not proper-- ...yes, I know you have the lead ... yes ... yes..."

Keenan looked toward the delivery truck, it's back end open to revealing dozens of boxes filled with pizza, fried chicken, jojos, and more, as well a dozen plastic bags, filled with plastic drink and water bottles. She looked back toward the Agent. "We should at least equip the order with mikes ... cameras-- ...We need ears and eyes in there!"

Down the street, Keenan saw the Agent close and pocket her phone, then turn away to talk to some of the others grouped around a large sheet of paper -- a map or floor plan, Keenan wasn't sure -- that was laid out across the hood of one of the sedans. She turned back to Davis, shook her head, then looked to the bank again. "Something's not right here. There's something more than just a bank robbery going on here, and it's just ... it's just not right."

"Why do you say--"

"These guys have been in town for days," Keenan cut in. She glanced toward the Delivery Girl, then back to Davis. "She knows these guys, I have no doubt about it. There's something not right with her, something she's hiding."

She turned her attention for a moment to the Agent, eying her as she leaned over the sedan, tapping her finger on the big sheet of paper. "And the skinny little bitch with the tight ass ... she knows more than she's telling us ... and now she won't let us put mikes and cameras inside the bank. And what's more, the guy on the phone referred to his pizza as the Harvey Meat Lover Special. It's a Dominoes ... a franchise ... and the only one with a Harvey Meat Lovers if here ... in Harvey. These guys have been here for a while..."

She turned her eyes again to the Pizza Delivery Girl: "She knows it..."

She looked to the Agent: "She knows it..."

And finally to the bank: "And now ... I know it."

Keenan looked to one of her Deputies, who'd been questioning the Pizza Delivery Girl almost since her arrival, and signaled him over. When he arrived she said with reluctance, "Send the girl in. I want our people with her--"

She glanced toward Davis, who quickly offered, "Use mine as you need."

"I want a Deputy behind the wheel," Keenan continued, "Let the girl ride shotgun. I want two more flanking the truck, and I want the Harvey ERT in position to breach if something goes wrong."

The other Deputy glanced past Keenan toward the black vehicles in the distance. "What about her? How's she gonna like us breaching?"

"Fuck her," Keenan growled low. Then, glancing at the Agent, then back to her subordinate, she added even lower, "I don't care what little Miss-terious says ... get a wire on the girl. Put it in her hat ... or under her shirt."

Keenan looked back to the girl, giving her a quick once over. She was a beautiful, sexy, young thing, and -- judging by the way she wore her clothes and made herself up -- she knew just how to use that to her advantage. She wondered for a moment, if she had known the perpetrators before this, what were the chances she was spreading those firm thighs for one of them. She chuckled to herself; you're imagining things, she told herself, musing, If she's spreading those things for anyone...

She ogled the girl a moment longer, then looked back to the male deputy and smiled. "If you have to put the wire in her shirt, you might want to leave that to one of us females. You know ... protocol and all."

 

[HottieKatie]

"No," Taylor continued, pulling her thong off her hips and under her butt cheeks, "I have another gun I'm thinking about discharging."

Jenn couldn't believe it but there she was, sat on a bathroom counter willing to be fucked by a bank robber, just for the fun of it.

"Quite better. Now let me help you pull it out," she said, as she started unzipping his pants. "I don't think we're having much time, your friend must be starting to wonder where you are, and I guess he'll be pissed off when he realizes you prefer using this one gun than the other" she said while she took it out of his underpants.


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"They want me to send in the pizza girl," Keenan answered, her tone on the edge between anger and concern.
Davis stepped closer, putting herself into the Deputy's peripheral vision. "Well ... you're not going to ... are you?"
Keenan looked to her, shrugging. "I may not have a choice. They're saying they'll start killing people if--"

Poor Samatha. There she was outside a rural bank waiting to deliver quite an amount of pizza... to the robbers! She couldn't believe she had been banging a bank robber, although she wasn't really suprised.

Samantha had been serving these men pizza for the last few days. Four men together but in different rooms. She thought it was a bit strange, but she didn't give it a second thought because one of them gave her extra tips. The two first days they had just been flirting but on the third day, she decided to stay as it was the last delivery of her shift. And she had done the same since. They ordered pizza at the closing time and she stayed with the long hair one for a while. At first she was a bit sad for him, as he limped a bit, so she thought about letting him have a good time. Since high school she knew that her best talent was sex, so she liked to share it with others. And that man looked as he really needed it so she was kinda enjoying it.

And now there she was, waiting for the police to let her in. She wasn't really worried about being held hostage (in fact, she had been tied by one of them before and it had come out quite well in thr end). Besides, she heard they were thinking sending out some people inside for exchange, so could it be better? Maybe after fooling around a bit with the man inside they would be happy enought to leave the bank without hurting anybody...

Finally they decided to let her in, but she didn't really like what they said: "... get a wire on the girl. Put it in her hat ... or under her shirt." Hope she decided the hat, cause she couldn't assure the mic staying covered if they placed it under her shirt...

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor's erection eagerly popped out of his whitey tighties into Jenn's hand, sending a slight tremor of pleasure through his body. He couldn't believe this was happening so easily; he had had faith that he would have Legs, one way or another, but to have her so willingly give herself was both a relief and a time-saver.

Taylor pulled her toward him, searching for her with his tip ... then changed his mind on position. He reached to her buttocks, grasped her tightly, and pulled her from the counter. He spun her to face the counter, bend her over it. He pulled her thong lower and raised her skirt and stared...

"My god ..." he murmured, groping her buttocks and playfully pressing and caressing his hardened penis against her cheeks, "...what an ass..."

He looked to the mirror, smiling to her as he grasped his erection and positioned it at her gates; she was warm and wet -- ready for him -- and his ever-optimistic brain tried to convince him that she wanted this as badly as he did, that it wasn't fear or duress or anything related to negotiating. She wants you, too ... she does!

As he guided himself, parting her soft flesh with the tip of his gun, a bad bank analogy came to his mind: Open the vault. He laughed -- quick and short -- as he considered saying it but didn't; it was just too ... porno.

Instead, now in place, he simply grasped her hips firmly and looked to her face in the mirror for her reaction as he pushed steadily forward, penetrating her with a long, groan of pleasure.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

The deputy turned the delivery truck away from the bank's front entrance until he could see it in the rear view mirror. He looked for activity inside the bank but, with the afternoon sun reflection on the windows, could see nothing but an abstract art-like image of the truck in the windows. He looked all about him and saw cops, deputies, and ERT members everywhere.

"You don't have to do this," he said to the girl sitting in the passenger seat. She was pale, which wasn't much of a stretch considering her already fair complexion, with an expression that he just couldn't read well. When he didn't get an answer from her, he activated his radio, announcing with concern, "Command, she's can't do this. Requesting an abort."

"Negative," a female voice answered quickly. "Reassure her. Nothing will happen to her. Deliver the order to the door ... do not enter the bank ... and back away. Confirm."

The deputy looked to the girl, hesitated, then asked, "I can drive us away from here. It's your call."

 

[HottieKatie]

Instead, now in place, he simply grasped her hips firmly and looked to her face in the mirror for her reaction as he pushed steadily forward, penetrating her with a long, groan of pleasure.

Jenn was loving the image the mirror showed her. Having that man at her back enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him...

She couldn't believe it took him so long to penetrate her, he for sure was admiring her round tight ass, but the wait was worth it. The moment he entered her, a moan of pleasure came out of her throat, but she didn't stop looking in the mirror as he bumped her from behind.

"Now I'm glad I didn't stay at home this morning", she said in a voice choked by pantings.

Her breathing became faster with every shake of his body against hers.

"I can't easily tell for your face, but I can hear you are enjoying this, Mr. Shades..." she said, in a new attempt for his taking off his glasses, as she grabbed his hands and placed them further down and into her thighs, as she wanted to feel his hands closer to her button.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

As he pounded into her, harder, faster, deeper, until there was no further to go -- what his Ex used to call hitting bottom -- Taylor looked into the mirror and was tickled to find Jenn wearing the same pleasure-filled expression that he was.

A bank robbery may have seemed to be a situation where a man such as he -- the perpetrator, the hostage taker -- wouldn't have had even one brain cell thinking Are you having fun, too? of a woman the Authorities would say he was raping, but Taylor actually did want Legs to enjoy this. She was a beautiful woman -- probably the sexiest woman he'd ever had -- and his ego was getting a boost at the thought that, once she was out of this bank and safe, she might slip away to a corner somewhere with a close girl friend and confide, I got laid in there ... and it was great!

"Now I'm glad I didn't stay at home this morning," Jenn managed between pants. "I can't easily tell for your face, but I can hear you are enjoying this, Mr. Shades..."

Taylor realized he was grunting and groaning a bit louder than normal, either that or it was simply the acoustics of the bathroom. He recalled the old joke about how anyone's singing is better in the bathroom came to his mind and wondered whether that applied to the sounds one makes during sex as well.

He glanced to his reflection in the mirror, to his own expression, and considered the other part of what she'd said. Can't tell? Can't tell? This is my fucking face, girl.

Suddenly, another recollection returned from his Ex; she'd often complained that she couldn't tell whether he was in pain or pleasure. As he continued pounding into Jenn, feeling the pleasure beginning to well to the go point, he wondered, Is this not the face of a man in Heaven?

Suddenly, he remembered the afternoon he lost his virginity. It was Sixth Period, he was a sophomore skipping Social Studies, she was a senior skipping Home-Ec. They'd known each other not just from school but from the Neighborhood, where they'd flirted exhaustively since Eighth Grade, even made out a few times, and once -- playing spin the bottle at Mike Mackey's house -- touched each others' stuff. Their first, and unfortunately only time had been in the Nurse's station, on an uncomfortable padded bench, with her on her hands and knees and him behind her, much as he was now with Jen.

He'd had no idea what he was doing, of course, and she'd had to grasp his throbbing dick and guide it into her, pushing her own body back onto his. The similarities were uncanny: as now with Jenn, he'd grabbed his partner's hips and began ramming into her; as with now, he'd hoped she was enjoying herself as much as he was; and, as with now, the pleasure had quickly welled.

But, the differences were stunningly obvious as well. He recalled looking into the Nurse's Station wall mirror and seeing the expression on his face vividly; it had been one of amazement, with eyes and mouth wide open. I can't believe this, I can't believe this! and other thoughts of shock had run rampant through his mind. The other difference had been that the encounter had lasted about 15 seconds!

As the pleasure now welled quickly, Taylor looked back to his own face in the mirror. Is this the expression of a man in ecstasy? he wondered. He looked ... almost pained, maybe annoyed. Where was the look from the TV sex scenes, when the faces of lovers were bright with joy and ecstasy. It's television, you idiot.

No, he determined, this was the true expression of a man about to explode. He looked back to Jenn's own face, saw her expression; it seemed so obvious to him that she was in pleasure ... or, was it, once again, just his hope that she was having fun, that she wasn't doing this out of some self-protective obligation.

As he quickly neared his orgasm, he got what he thought was an answer to her enjoyment question when she reached back to him, grasped his hand, and let it forward to between her thighs. He knew what she wanted; he leaned over her, doing his best to continued his plunges into her, yearning for the imminent explosion. He plopped his free hand down onto the counter to support his weight while the fingers of the other delved between her wet, warm lips. Her clit was swollen from excitement and he found it easily, quickly beginning to manipulate it.

Jenn's reaction was certain and quick, her body and voice reacting without question. But it was short lived as Taylor erupted with a long, deep grunt. He surrendered himself to the euphoria, putting his second hand to the counter as well, ramming himself hard and deep into Jenn, holding his groin firmly again her ass as he pumped repeatedly into her ...

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Cramer was watching the delivery truck closely, anxiously ... lustfully. He wasn't sure why he was so agitated; it wasn't like he was going to be getting laid today. The Authorities weren't going to let Samantha anywhere near the bank's entrance without a pair of assault rifle armed Emergency Response Team members flanking her, ready to pull their triggers at the first wrong move Cramer made.

And even if they allowed her near the bank, she wouldn't just voluntarily come prancing inside. They'd had sex -- lots of sex -- but it wasn't like they were in love or anything. It had been opportunity sex; she was a young horny kid with firing hormones and a desire for excitement and danger; and he was ... well, he was who he was, a partially crippled man with questionable looks who had over-tipped a sexy, young delivery girl in the hopes of buying a few hours of bump-and-grind time.

He wasn't sure why she'd fucked him, and done other things with him as well. It had probably been the money; he was sure of that.

The first night, after chit-chatting with her on the motel's second floor walkway for a minute or two, he'd tipped her four or fives times what he would have tipped some pimpled faced nerd boy.

The second night had been even more lucrative for her; after another short conversation -- in which he'd used the cover story of them being construction contractors who were simply waiting for a building permit to be approved -- he'd paid the twenty or so bucks for his order, then offered out a crisp fifty dollar bill, saying, "If you have the time later, maybe you could come back and ... we could talk."

She didn't show, of course. He hadn't really expected her to. She was a beautiful, sexy, and young girl; Cramer had never asked her age -- afraid of what she might tell him -- but he'd guessed that she was certainly still a teenager, possibly still in high school, maybe working for Dominoes to earn the money for the requisite dress that a beautiful creature like herself would be expected to wear to the prom.

She wasn't the type of girl to be slipping into the sixty dollar a night motel room of an old, ugly, crippled stranger from out of town.

The third day, as the others were casing the bank and he was reviewing alarm specs, he ordered lunch and was surprised to find her at the door. Again, they chatted, but this time for nearly half an hour and on what Cramer felt was a deeper, more personal level.

"What's the latest I can order delivery," he asked, adding, "And ... if I did ... would you be delivering it?"

It hadn't been subtle, but he was running out of time -- the heist was in three days -- and if he didn't make a move now, he was screwed ... or not going to be, depending upon how you looked at the situation.

"Take out orders have to be in by nine," she'd answered. Then, to his delight, she added with a smile, "But if you want me to deliver, you have to call before seven."

And he had, calling first at six to order a seven o'clock delivery, then calling back twice again -- at 6:45 and 6:55 as well -- adding drinks to his orders but, of course, simply ensuring that his order -- and the girl -- were indeed on their way.

He'd been getting anxious -- his Guaranteed In 30 Minutes or less order had taken 45 minutes already -- and he was sure she had either chickened out of what ever she was thinking was capable of doing there at his room; or some other driver had been sent and he'd simply gotten lost or delayed by traffic.

When the knock came at the door and Cramer hobbled excitedly over and threw it open, Samantha was standing there with a big smile on her face and the lower half of her globes hanging unbridled below the hem of her elevated company shirt...



And now, she was sitting out there in the delivery truck, surrounded by city, county, state, federal -- hell, even Federalie -- protectors, and he couldn't help but wonder once again ... was she going to make her special delivery to ...

A thought hit him. He'd almost thought, special delivery to him. Then it occurred to him that maybe she didn't know he was in here. Naw, they have to know by now. A handful of men from out of town rob a bank; the first thing the authorities are going to do is check the hotels, motels, and gas stations for evidence of out-of-towners. Hell, they had probably already searched the motel rooms, gotten their finger prints, had photos from their Navy trials and their records from their prior civilian crimes.

How much would the cops have told Samantha? She hates me now, he thought, his stomach turning over. It wasn't like they were getting married Saturday, but that didn't mean he didn't care what she thought about him. She'd been nice to him, legs parted and closed both. He'd considered contacting her later, a few weeks or months down the road. Taylor wouldn't have liked that, of course, but hell, Cramer was his own man and could do what ever he wanted with his own time.

The lust-sick bank robber flinched at the sound of the phone across the lobby. He snatched up the nearby one, pressing buttons, then asking, "What...? Yeah, I see her-- it, I see it ... no, send in the pizza first ... No...! Send in the pizza. Have the girl bring it up, no cops within-- No, no cops within fifty yards! You get your hostage after we get-- One hostage!"

He turned to look out the window. There was still no movement near the truck except for the two ERT members flanking the far side of it, their weapons leveled at the bank. He listened for a moment, then turned and gestured to Grimes to go find Taylor. He looked back to the window, saying, "Wait one."

Grimes arrived at the bathroom door just as a deep grunt echoed off the walls within. He pressed his ears to the door and listened to what was undoubtedly a man -- Taylor, of course -- unloading into, Grimes could only assume, the sexy woman with the long, luscious legs. Unbelievable, is all he could think. Un-fucking-believable. He hurried back to the lobby, caught Cramer's eye, and shook his head while making an obscene gesture.

Cramer knew it was up to him to decide. In any other situation, Cramer would have stood his ground firmly; never in his life, had he ever backed down to a challenge or a threat and, as he walked, his current state of mobility revealed the result of one of those times when he'd chosen not to negotiate. But looking back to the delivery truck, then catching a hint of Samantha's face in the passenger side rear view mirror, he found himself yearning just to talk to her for a moment.

"Fine, here's how it's going to work," he spat into the phone, again turning to look out the window. "I send a hostage of my choosing out. As soon as the hostage is clear, you send the girl up with the pizza's. Keep the truck and the cops back! If anything but the girl and the pizzas get within fifty yards of the bank, I start shooting people!"

He listened a moment, then added in answer, "Yes, then you get your second hostage ... yeah, yeah, and the pizza girl, too. You get her back, too."

He slammed the phone down and waved Grimes up front, explaining that they were about to have visitors. He glanced over his shoulder to the conference room door where Gray was watching the pair anxiously. He pointed a finger out toward the parking lot, saying quietly, "If anything goes wrong, I want your fire going that way ... toward the cops, not back at the hostages. I'm not eager to kill innocent people, so ... just keep the cops' heads down. And for Christ's sake ... don't hit the pizza girl."

 

[HottieKatie]

Jenn thought that he was really doing quite a good job with her clit. She didn't meet many man who were willing to try to take her higher; most of them being too busy with their own pleasure. Too bad he is a robber, he really knows how to make a girl happy. She would have liked to tell him this second part, but she wasn't capable, all she could articulate were pleasure moans as he hammered her and strolled his fingers around her clit. She could feel his excitement getting bigger and she felt a bit sad when he placed his had on the counter so as to hold his body in his imminent comming, but quickly forgot about it cause he was pleasing her fully with his dick. And his grunt excited her even more: her favourite part was when men were about to cum, she liked having that much power on them. She was wondering if he would be the kind to like her pumping against him for enhancing the moment...

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor's orgasm was long and intense, made more so by his animal lust for the beautiful woman and his recent lack of any other sexual activity. His mind swam in ecstasy as the pleasure invaded every portion of his body; it took everything he had not to simply collapse his weight upon her, driving her to the cold, tile of the bathroom counter top.

After the longest, most pleasurable moment, his senses returned to him. He looked into the mirror, finding her watching him. He laughed nervously, telling her, "My god ... that was ... nice ... unbelievable."

Taylor looked to the locked door as he heard it being pushed lightly from the outside. A moment later, he heard a very light sequence of taps, just six short knocks, spaced appropriately, code for all's well. It was one of the men letting him know that things were under control ... and that he should continue his fun!

Taylor looked back to Jenn's face in the mirror. She had a slight smirk on her face; she knew what she'd just done to him, and she was proud of her accomplishment. Well, my turn to be proud, he thought to himself.

He reached past her to the paper towels, pulled one to clean her off of him, then buttoned, zipped, and belted himself once more. He lifted her to height once more and spun her to face him. He considered kissing her -- he wanted to taste those luscious lips of hers -- but it seemed so cliche. Kissing was for romance; this ... was about pure, animal lust.

He grasped her at her hips and with an easy lift, set her on the counter. Remembering her jibe, he reached up and, slowly, removed his sunglasses, exposing his deep, hazel-green eyes for the first time. He tossed the glassed onto the counter, letting them slide over to his unloaded hand gun. He smiled to her, saying, "Your turn."

He dropped to his knees between her parted knees, pulled her lowered thong down past her high heels -- inconspicuously stuffing them into his pants pocket -- then slid his arms under her thighs to grasp her naked butt cheeks firmly. He poked his head under the hem of her mini-dress and pressed his face between her warm thighs, and filling his mouth with her swollen pussy.

Your turn, he repeated silently, his lips and tongue going to work, delving and experimenting until he heard the reaction from her that told him he was doing it right. Your ... turn ...

 

[HottieKatie]

When someone started knocking on the door she was a bit worried. The fun is over, she thought. But then she realized the knocks were quite spaced, and as Taylor looked back to her with a smile, she guessed it was some kind of code meaning "We know you're here, but we don't need you". She was relieved because she was liking that after minutes, enjoying her accomplishment looking at the crook through the mirror. Hearing him say "My god... that was... nice... unbelievable" made her smile and flutter once more.

Anyways, she thought they were going to leave quite soon, as he started to dress himself, but she liked the views so she waited for him to tell her to go. So she was quite surprised when he set her on the counter again facing him. And even more suspreised when he took off his sunglasses, exposing his eyes for the first time. She hadn't imagined he'd have such deep, hazel-green eyes in which she lost herself. But only for a moment because he said "Your turn." and left her wondering... My turn for what?

But her answer came right after when he dropped to his knees and started pulling her thong. She just couldn't believe it. Her mind started going back trying to remember the last time any man had wanted to lick her and just couldn't remember. As his head approached her pussy she thought that was the last man she would have imagined in between her thighs. But her thoughts vanished when his tongue reached her clit. Her body shivered with every wipe of his tongue around her pearl, and she could feel it disappear in his lips. "That's... just... so... good" she managed to say.

 

[HottieKatie]

Samantha had quite enjoyed her time with that man, but she wasn't sure it was worth possibly getting killed. The danger and his wildness were quite attracting to her, but she wasn't sure about getting in the middle of a possible crossfire if anything went wrong.

"Command, she's can't do this. Requesting an abort." The Deputy had said, and deep down she knew he was right. No matter what the woman voice said in the radio, she had to get out of there. Without the deputy realizing, she wrote on a note "Sorry, Samantha" and slipped it into one of the pizza packages. She was going to write her number but she thought tha last thing that man would do was staying in town after that, so she forgot about it. As a last resort, he still knew where she worked...

She was a bit sad about never again being ass-bumped by him, as much as she had discovered she liked it, but she knew she had to go. One minute after, when she managed to make her legs stop trembling, she opened the door and started running away as fast as she could.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

As Taylor worked at Jenn's wet, warm pussy, he could hear her up above moaning between labored breaths, "That's... just... so... good."

This was something Taylor was good at, primarily because it was something he liked to do ... alot. His first girlfriend had been absolutely fearful of being a pregnant teen, and -- surprising to those who knew of him -- Taylor had been too shy a boy to go into stores and buy condoms. So, the couple had spent a great deal of time with their hands and faces in the others groin, and -- as every one knows -- practice makes perfect.

And listening to that girl, and to the many girls and women who followed, Taylor had become obsessed with the idea of driving woman to ecstasy by what ever means was necessary. And, with many, this was the way to get the job done!

As he listened to Jenn moan, as he felt her writhing above him, he took a moment to wonder about the activities going on between the bathroom and the police line. If anything hazardous was taking place, Cramer and the others would have certainly informed him; so, he dismissed the concern and turned his full attention back to pleasuring Legs.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

"No," Cramer murmured as he watched Samantha sprinting away from the delivery van and back toward the Harvey P.D. ERT van. He pressed up closer to the glass, ignoring the fact that surely there were high powered rifles trained on him from shadowed bushes and building ledges. "No. No-o-o!

As she disappeared from view, he spun away from the window, paused, then with a howl of anger, flashed the butt of his shotgun back against the heavy glass of the window, a loud thud causing an instant spider web of cracks to spread out across the pane.

In the doorway of the Conference Room, Grimes watched his friend and felt his pain. Dirt had never had it easy with the ladies, with most of his recent relationships being of the pay-by-hour or get-her-drunk-first nature. As he watched, the former SEAL easily lifted a heavy, Executive Leather chair up from behind the Business Accounts Manager's desk and -- as if in the Olympic Hammer Throw event -- heaved it out the window he'd just cracked with his shotgun, sending the chair out onto the bank's lawn and shards of glass in every direction.

Grimes snapped his fingers to Gray, pointed to the hostages assembled around the table in the Conference room, and hurried not to his buddy's side but to the bathroom door once more. He pressed his face up to the heavy wood door and called out, "We're okay out here, Chief. No worries."

Again, he repeated the all's well knock -- louder this time, to ensure Taylor heard it over what sounded like a woman crying out in sexual pleasure -- and only then did he hurry to the front of the bank to comfort his friend, who he found sitting back on the now chair-less desk, shotgun across his lap, glass on his clothes, and an expression of loss across his face.



In the bathroom, Taylor heard the crash of glass and pulled his head back from Jenn's pussy to listen, quickly raising his hand to continue pleasuring her with a quick, but gentle manipulation of her swollen clit. There was a yell of anger which didn't quite fit with the concept of a police breach of the bank, and a moment later he heard Grimes at the door telling of -- and knocking -- the all's well.

Taylor contemplated the happenings out in the lobby for a moment, then looked up to Jenn's face. She was close, he could tell. He smiled, tickled with his work thus far, and pushed his head back between her warm, smooth thighs to finish the job.



All about the bank, cops, deputies, and agents fell their heart beats race as, first, the pizza girl suddenly jumped from the truck and raced away from the bank, and then a moment later, a huge desk chair came flying through a ten foot high plate glass window.

"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" Keenan barked into her radio, the command being repeated all about the perimeter by word of mouth as well. Keenan took a few quick steps to her left, to align herself with the fleeing girl's path, and snagged her in a tight, comforting hug, telling her, "I gotcha, it's okay. It's oh-kay, your safe."

She held the girl for a moment, looking over her shoulder the entire time at the glass-free window beyond. There were now two empty window pains -- the perpetrators had blown one out at the beginning of the situation -- which Keenan thought might come in handy later when it was time to breach.

She turned the girl away from the scene, turning her over to the Harvey P.D. Lieutenant, Davis, telling her, "See if we can get her some water ... maybe a chair. But ... keep her. I have questions."

Davis took the girl, talking to her with a compassionate tone as they left Keenan behind. The Deputy turned back to look to the window; a man with a shotgun was standing in it, pulling back the drapes, exposing himself fully with apparently no concern about possibly catching a bullet in the chest. She repeated her Hold your fire command into the radio, then called one of her people over. She looked back over her shoulder to the girl, then said softly, "There's something between this girl and those guys. Find out. The motel, her phone, the pizza joint ... all of it. See if her prints are in the system and see if there's a match to the prints from the motel rooms."

The officer acknowledged Keenan's orders and hurried away. The Deputy stared at the bank, as a second man pulled his cohort away and pulled the heavy, vertical blinds shut again. She shook her head, mumbling to herself, "What the fuck..."

 

[HottieKatie]

As Taylor went on working on Jenn's slit, she grasped the idea that he was very skillful in doing so. He must like it a lot or done it many times, because she was getting the best pussy-lick ever! Jenn had had sex with many men (not that she was too promiscuous, but she liked improving her sex, something that she thought could only be achieved by changing partners quite often), and none of them had a knowledge of the female equipment comparable to the one he was showing. He even touched her in places she didn't know would excite her so much.

"You.. really know… what … you're doing", her voiced faltering between her breaths as her body squirmed and her back warped with the pleasure he was providing her with.

But suddenly she heard a glass crash and got scared. She instinctively backed down. He also pulled his head back, but neither then he stopped satisfying her, since very quickly his hand occupied the place of his tongue. She was worried but his handling of her clit relaxed her to the point she was only a bit tense.

Quite quickly a man's voice was heard out of the bathroom: "We're okay out here, Chief. No worries" and before the knocks started, his fingers were suddenly into her slit, which made her let out a quick pleasure shout. Before she could think about it he was again licking her button and she knew it would be over soon.

He noticed she liked his fingers into her pussy when she screamed so he decided to give it a try. As he went on licking on her, he pushed his fingers into her, and in touching her spot, she cried out loud. She arched forward and her vagina sent some delightful pulsating spasms through her entire body. And then, everything stopped for a while.

She needed a couple of minutes to recover normal breath and on standing up she had to admit it "This was the best sex I've had in quite a long time". Thanks, she was going to add, but it didn't sound really appropriate, Thanks… for robbing a bank I was in and pleasing me in the bathroom? No way! Instead, she grabbed his glasses and offered them to him. "Guess you'll want this back, Mr. Shades", and as she looked around the floor, "Where's my thong?"

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor continued working his fingers inside Jenn and his tongue upon her clit until finally she arched forward, grasping her hands about his head as if afraid he might pull back, and erupted in spasms that trembled her entire body.

He continued his activity in and on her until it was over and she seemed almost ready to fall off the counter atop him. Taylor stood, clasping one arm around her body as he studied her face. It made him feel good to see his partners like this; his ego was boosted immensely, and the stiffness of his dick made him want to drop his pants again and continue this all night long.

But he had a bank to rob and a secret treasure to find, and fucking would have to wait. He wondered whether they would get another chance at this again in the future. He'd been certain that she had begun this simply to placate him, to lessen his tension, and possibly prevent the hostage situation from turning into a blood bath. But as she laid forward against his body, her skin covered in goose bumps, her ever muscle still quivering with euphoria, he knew that her thought process must be spinning as wildly as his was by now.

He laid her back onto the counter, turned on the water, and cleaned himself up, watching her intently the whole time as she was doing to him as well. Once he'd dried his hands and recovered, reloaded, and holstered his side arm, she sat up, then slid off the counter against him, saying with a smile, "This was the best sex I've had in quite a long time."

Again, he smiled broadly, proud. "Thank you. The same goes here ... I mean that. Listen, I have to get back out there. I trust I can leave you in here alone. You won't try to escape ... down a toilet or drain or anything?"

She nodded and almost laughed, but she seemed to still be recovering from her orgasm and not yet prepared to respond with total control. She picked up his glasses, handing them out, then looked down to the floor near his feet. "Guess you'll want this back, Mr. Shades ... where's my thong?"

Taylor turned away, smiling, then laughing as he unlocked the door, turned back to allow her to see her thong dangling half way out of his slacks pocket, then headed out into the hallway again.

 

[Knightmare27]

It had been an odd morning for James: Always eager to be in at least ten minutes before opening, today, a major traffic jam had forced him - for the first time in his career - to be late. With a little grim smile, he remembered how he had comforted himself that "worse things can happen".

Minutes later, worse things had happened. Although, to be honest, he had almost gotten used to his new role as a hostage by now: Sit still, be quiet, and do not irritate these gun-toting madmen.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered - literally - by the loud sound of glass breaking nearby. For a second, James had an impulse to look over and check for the source of the noise, but then he decided that it was a better idea to keep his head down. Keep quiet, he told himself, curiosity killed the cat.

"Four of them and about two dozen or so of us... plus, the building's surrounded by cops. Maybe...", he thought, "...oh, forget it. You aren't John McClane. Just keep your head down and wait for the cops."

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor returned to the lobby, stopping just beyond the hall from the bathroom. He scanned the area, then laughed. "Jesus, Cramer, you keep this up and there won't be any windows left!"

He walked to his friend, looking at the two huge openings from which the shattered remnants of windows hung. Cramer had put a 12 gauge slug through one just after 10am, to get the approaching Authorities back when the simple robbery became anything but simple; and now he'd apparently thrown something through a second one.

Taylor stepped up next to his friend and looked out the open frame, seeing the big leather chair sitting in the rose bushes. He put his arm around the man, hesitated, then quipped, "If you'd told me you preferred a recliner..."

"Asshole," Cramer growled, almost to low for even Taylor beside him to hear.

Taylor laughed, then stepped forward and rearranged the vertical blinds to restrict the cops' view of the bank's interior. "I take it your pizza girl didn't deliver as I'd hoped."

"She ran away."

Taylor's jovial smile faded quickly. He'd been having fun with the man as they often did, but he was beginning to suspect Cramer was genuinely hurting inside. Taylor had seen Cramer hurt before; and usually, when this happened, the former Navy SEAL wasn't the only person who was found to be hurt in the end.

Taylor stepped closer, reaching up to give his friend a very gently slap on the face. "Hey! C'm'on ... we have a treasure to find. Forget about her. Once we have our money, you'll be able to hire a whole village full of pizza del--"

Cramer shot him a hard glare, cutting in, "This coming from the man who just fucked a bitch in the toilet?" He turned away, throwing back, "Let's just get this over with. Find your little treasure, and let's get the fuck out of here."

Taylor let him go, hesitating before turning back to the window to consider the security of the Crew -- and the hostages -- with all of these new fresh air portholes that his second in command was creating. He looked back toward the Conference Room, finding Grimes watching the events in the lobby with concern.

We're falling apart, Taylor thought to himself. He'd told Cramer at the outset to keep an eye on Grimes, and now he was about to tell Gray to keep an eye on both of them.

He turned and looked out a space between the blinds and caught sight of the ERT members moving about, fortifying their positions. Taylor knew they wouldn't be coming in for a while -- not until the "Feds", American as well as Mexican -- knew whether or not he had found his little "treasure". But ... they would be coming...

 

[Knightmare27]

James Statham

James had a quick look at the other hostages: On his left, there was Mike, the IT guy. They had spoken once or twice, but he had been brusque and even slightly rude, so nowadays they mostly avoided each other.

On his right, there was a young woman - a fellow employee, but they had never really spoken, seeing as she was very new at the bank. At the moment, he couldn't remember her name. Well, that was probably forgivable, with all that excitement... she seemed slightly frightened by the situation, and this made him wish that he could comfort her a bit, speak a few calming words... but one look at the crooks guarding them convinced him otherwise. For now, a quick, reassuring glance had to suffice.

It was almost comical - his brother had always made fun of him for choosing such a "cushy" job, and now here he was - in the middle of a goddamn Hollywood movie, while that stupid loudmouth Rick was stacking crates and filling forms in some godforsaken Army base. Still, at the moment, he would have loved to swap places with his brother. This whole thing was becoming a little scary, and he had no idea what a long police standoff would do to those bastards' mental stability. Whatever it was that had driven one of the guys over the edge and made him break that glass - it was only going to get worse as time wore on. Well, there was not much he could do as a hostage...

 

[Belinda35]

Abigail Parker

Abigail had heard that something was going on in the mainbuilding, and she could guess that it was something really bad. It was a quiet town, and a rather small unimportant bank; yesterday she thought it was so boring that she hoped something would happen. But not that, what was probably going on. She was lucky that she went the longer way to the employers toilet, so that she was not caught up in the mess. It wasn't very probable that any robber would come around to have a look in here, but she did not risk to leave the room. She didn't want to run into the gun of a crook - or a cop as well- There was now way she could lock the outer door, but she could move back into the cabin and lock the door in an emergencie. A lot of time had passed. Was it all over? She went close to the door, to listen first, before she would dare to sneak out.