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It was perfect.

Quiet little branch bank that just happened to handle payroll for a large manufacturing plant. Normally, not a lot of cash on hand, but just before closing time on the Thursday before each payday, they’d receive more than a hundred-thousand extra to handle payday withdrawals.

We hit them hard and fast right at closing time. All that was there was the manager, his secretary, the head teller, and a single customer. Robby, Sid and I taped up the women while Leon forced the manager back to the vault room. Robby took a long look at the female customer, arms bound, gagged and blindfolded, but legs not yet taped .

“Well Damn, boys! We got ourselves a whore!”

“Really?” I said, knowing full well where this was going.

“Sure enough! I can smell a whore when I see one!”

“Wait, what? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Little black miniskirt of a dress, fishnet stockings, hi-heeled strap sandals, all made up, BUT…no perfume!”

“She could simply be going out for a night on the town…”

“On a Thursday?”

“Well maybe?”

“I said NO PERFUME, man! What dolled up bitch but a whore doesn’t spray on the “ou d’stink?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Robby looked at Sid. “So we’re all agreed she’s a whore?”

Sid looked back. “Would it even matter if I said, no?”

“It wouldn’t even matter if you said she was your sister!”

“Fuck it then…she’s a whore.”

“Your sister?” I said with a grin.

“Asshole!”

“Heh!”

I looked back at the woman. She really did look like a whore…although it wouldn’t have mattered. Robby gets what Robby wants.

Robby Smiled. “Since we’re all agreed she’s a whore, I guess no one will mind if I play a little?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Sid answered in his most sardonic voice. “But YOU get to do all the carrying.”

“Yeah, whatever you want.”

Robby quickly went to work, knowing we didn’t have a lot of time. It was mostly a “pinch here”, and a “grope there”, a lot of squirming and talk of “who’s the little piggy?”. Even “dick-brain” knew enough not to actually try to fuck someone during a job.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and Leon swearing at the top of his voice…then silence. I said to myself, “Oh boy…this can’t be good!”

Shortly, Leon emerged…without the manager, and (more importantly) without any loot.

“We got a problem.”

“Yeah?”

“Since Monday was a holiday, the payroll truck don’t deliver till tomorrow morning!”

“Shit…what do we do?”

“The job’s bust. There’s less than twenty grand cash here.”

“Fuck”

Leon looked around, then focused on Robby and the whore. Rolling his eyes, he said, “Will you stop…”, and his voice just trailed off. He cocked his head to the side, staring at the whore. Then he looked down at the prone form of the secretary, and then to the back of the lobby where the head teller was hunched over her body shaking. Then a little light bulb seemed to go off over his head.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll go collect what cash they have here. You three take these three out to the van. We’re going to call the Mexican.”

It made sense. I doubted that even with the cash on hand and what the Mexican would give us for the girls it would be as much as the hundred grand we wanted, but it would certainly cut our loses.

“Hear that?” Robby whispered in the whore’s ear. “Your getting an “all expense paid” vacation south of the border!”

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Note 4-7-2021: Hey everyone, I've bumped the image display up to 1920 for better viewing. You're welcome!

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Original Story:

It was perfect.

Quiet little branch bank that just happened to handle payroll for a large manufacturing plant. Normally, not a lot of cash on hand, but just before closing time on the Thursday before each payday, they’d receive more than a hundred-thousand extra to handle payday withdrawals.

We hit them hard and fast right at closing time. All that was there was the manager, his secretary, the head teller, and a single customer. Robby, Sid and I taped up the women while Leon forced the manager back to the vault room. Robby took a long look at the female customer, arms bound, gagged and blindfolded, but legs not yet taped .

“Well Damn, boys! We got ourselves a whore!”

“Really?” I said, knowing full well where this was going.

“Sure enough! I can smell a whore when I see one!”

“Wait, what? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Little black miniskirt of a dress, fishnet stockings, hi-heeled strap sandals, all made up, BUT…no perfume!”

“She could simply be going out for a night on the town…”

“On a Thursday?”

“Well maybe?”

“I said NO PERFUME, man! What dolled up bitch but a whore doesn’t spray on the “ou d’stink?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Robby looked at Sid. “So we’re all agreed she’s a whore?”

Sid looked back. “Would it even matter if I said, no?”

“It wouldn’t even matter if you said she was your sister!”

“Fuck it then…she’s a whore.”

“Your sister?” I said with a grin.

“Asshole!”

“Heh!”

I looked back at the woman. She really did look like a whore…although it wouldn’t have mattered. Robby gets what Robby wants.

Robby Smiled. “Since we’re all agreed she’s a whore, I guess no one will mind if I play a little?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Sid answered in his most sardonic voice. “But YOU get to do all the carrying.”

“Yeah, whatever you want.”

Robby quickly went to work, knowing we didn’t have a lot of time. It was mostly a “pinch here”, and a “grope there”, a lot of squirming and talk of “who’s the little piggy?”. Even “dick-brain” knew enough not to actually try to fuck someone during a job.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and Leon swearing at the top of his voice…then silence. I said to myself, “Oh boy…this can’t be good!”

Shortly, Leon emerged…without the manager, and (more importantly) without any loot.

“We got a problem.”

“Yeah?”

“Since Monday was a holiday, the payroll truck don’t deliver till tomorrow morning!”

“Shit…what do we do?”

“The job’s bust. There’s less than twenty grand cash here.”

“Fuck”

Leon looked around, then focused on Robby and the whore. Rolling his eyes, he said, “Will you stop…”, and his voice just trailed off. He cocked his head to the side, staring at the whore. Then he looked down at the prone form of the secretary, and then to the back of the lobby where the head teller was hunched over her body shaking. Then a little light bulb seemed to go off over his head.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll go collect what cash they have here. You three take these three out to the van. We’re going to call the Mexican.”

It made sense. I doubted that even with the cash on hand and what the Mexican would give us for the girls it would be as much as the hundred grand we wanted, but it would certainly cut our loses.

“Hear that?” Robby whispered in the whore’s ear. “Your getting an “all expense paid” vacation south of the border!”