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I fetched up in the car park just before
I jogged around to the far side of the van and slid back the door.
“Hi,” said a girl’s voice as I went to climb in. Sitting next to Harry was a girl in her early twenties with short blonde hair. She and Harry were wearing the same coveralls that I’d put on.
“Hi,” I said in response, not sure if names were in order.
Harry cleared up the doubts. “This is Tricia,” he said, she’s a trainee for the snatch squads. “Tricia, this is Larry.”
Tricia smiled as the van pulled away. “This your first live one too?” she asked as she buckled her seat belt. Pulling the diagonal strap tight down between her tits showed that the coveralls were certainly camouflaging something worthwhile underneath.
“No,” I said, “not quite, but I’m pretty much a beginner.”
“OK,” said Harry, as we drove down the motorway, “listen up. This is a training exercise so we don’t bring anyone back, all right.” Tricia and I both nodded simultaneously. “There’s a big house we’re going to. There should be two ladies there according to our friends in Research. We bust in, make like it’s a burglary and you two get some practice in grab and secure. OK?”
“Sure, Harry,” I said.
“Yeah,” said Tricia.
“Right. Well since we will be leaving the ladies we meet behind we’ll do this in masks, which you should have in your bags. So get those ready and get your gloves on. We’re nearly there.”
The van off the motorway and along a road towards a nearby small town. We turned left into a leafy avenue of large houses, each set back from the road with fifty yards or so of driveway leading up to them. Some had big security gates. We stopped on one side of the road just as a pair of gates opened on the other side. There wasn’t anyone else about, no other traffic and it didn’t look like the sort of district where anyone would walk if they were going further than their neighbours. A Porsche Cayenne pulled out of the gates and drove off, a young, blonde woman in sunglasses at the wheel. She didn’t bother to close the gates. “There she goes,” said Harry. “She’s away to drop the kiddies off at playgroup. Now here’s the deal. We wait five minutes. Drive in and park around the back. You two are going to do all the work, I’m just along for the ride and to make sure no one drops any bricks. “He grinned at me. “They’ve had tradesmen in and out all last week so no one will be bothered about us. There’ll be a girl inside cleaning house. Tricia, you’ll go in; grab and secure the hired help. We’ll follow. Yummy Mummy will be back after fifteen minutes so Tricia, you’ll need to be slick with the help. Harry, you can do the same for Mummy when she turns up. Clear?”
“Clear enough, I guess,” I said not entirely confident after the debacle with Amanda.
“Fine,” said Tricia.
“OK. Now this is a nice quiet neighbourhood and we want to come back. So we make sure our guests don’t make too much fuss and don’t get hurt any more than is needed for you two to get your practice. Like I said, it’s to look like a burglary; so if you want to pocket stuff, feel free. If you want to scare them, then fair enough; specially if it help with your grab. Just don’t do anything that would get the police more interested in us than necessary. OK, check the contents of your bags and remember to check that you bring it all back apart from the consumables.”
Tricia called out, “Ski mask, pair latex gloves, dozen cable ties, one roll duct tape, multi-function tool, knife.“
“Yeah, same for me,” I said.
“OK,” said Harry, “gloves on now, masks on as soon as we are round the back. Here we go.” He pulled out across the road and up the drive. “Pleasant Pastures” the sign said on the gate. Gravel crunched under the van’s tyres as we pulled in behind the house. I let Tricia climb over me to get out. She trotted over to the back door of the house. The back door was open. She slipped inside. A few moments later she reappeared at the back door and waved us in. We got out of the van and joined her. “Any problems?” said Harry.
“See for yourself,” said Tricia pointing into the kitchen.
We went through. The hired help wouldn’t be doing any more cleaning up for a while. Tricia had her well and truly helpless on the floor, cable ties around her wrists and ankles, another one linking her wrists and ankles in a tight hogtie, tape across her mouth. Struggling in her tee-shirt and jeans, I reckoned she wasn’t even as old as Jacqui, the girl I’d helped Harry pick up at the petrol station. She squealed in fright as she saw there were three of us. “OK,” said Harry, “neat enough.”
We heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the front. “That will be the lady of the house,” said Harry. The help started squealing some more. Tricia pulled a kitchen knife from a wood block beside the cooker and held it against the girl’s throat. She quietened down a whole lot and paid the knife a lot of attention. Harry gestured towards the pantry and Tricia grabbed the girl under her arms and dragged her off there. We heard the front door open. Harry gave me a thumbs up and followed Tricia into the pantry. I was on my own.
I stepped behind the kitchen door. It was standing ajar. “Natalie,” I heard a woman’s voice call out. “Natalie. I’m back. Natalie. Where are you?” The sound of her voice was getting closer. I guessed she would come through into the kitchen searching. The door started to move, I swallowed and got ready to spring.
Before I could, the phone rang. The kitchen door was pulled shut from the other side and I heard the tap of heels on a wooden floor receding down the hall. I waited, uncertain if I should try to follow or stay put and wait. I decided to wait. There was no rush and no point in trying to snatch her in the middle of a phone call, either.
The phone call only took a few moments. “Natalie, Natalie,” called the voice again. There was a squeak followed by a muffled grunt from the pantry. I guessed that Tricia had given her a thump. The door to the kitchen opened this time. “Natalie?” I took my chance and grabbed Yummy Mummy as she got through the door. One arm around her waist to trap her arms one over her mouth to silence any cries. Her silk shirt was cool and slippery. The grab seemed to work. I kicked the door shut behind us. “Keep quiet, bitch or you’ll really get hurt,” I hissed in her ear. She was struggling but it was nothing I couldn’t handle, she was quite small and lightly built and she’d obviously never learned any self defence techniques. Neither did she have a bottle of vodka in her hands. “Now do as you’re told and it’ll be a whole lot easier. Keep quiet and I’ll take my hand off your mouth, make a sound and I’ll slice your tongue off. OK?”
She gave a grunt that I took as agreement. I eased my hand away and she didn’t make a sound.
“Down on the floor hands behind your back,” I ordered, gripping her at the back of her neck. I pushed her to the floor, grabbed her wrists and put a cable tie tightly around them. I did the same for her ankles. Good legs, I thought as I pulled the strip of plastic into place. She gasped as I jerked the ties tight.
I took another knife from the block. She looked terrified. “No, please,” she said. I cut a strip from my roll of tape and strapped it across her mouth. She gave a resigned “mmph”. I sat her up, pleased with my work:- one cute lady, very neat in her Hermés silk shirt and short black skirt, snatched, bound and gagged and no fowl ups this time.
My satisfaction didn’t last long. “Louise!” another voice was calling from the hall. The woman I was holding looked even more scared. “It’s Jenny,” the voice called, “I came straight over. Much better than talking on the phone. Hope that coffee is ready. Louise?” The kitchen door swung open again. The owner of the voice appeared. “Oh, no,” she cried as she saw me crouched over the helpless Louise, knife in hand.
“Come and join us,” I barked holding the knife against Louise’s throat. “Nice and slowly or your friend Louise here is really going to get hurt.” Louise whimpered into her gag. The neighbour gave a swallowed cry of fright.
She had obviously read all the right books. She put her hands up. “Please don’t hurt us. I’ll do as you say.”
“On the floor! Face down!” I ordered. “Hands behind you!” She was as good as gold. I had enough cable ties and tape to deal with her as well and she was soon no more of a threat than Louise. I rolled her over and took a look at the pair of them, Louise; early twenties I guessed, blonde, slim; Jenny; older, mid thirties maybe and already using botox if the fixed expression on her face was anything to go by, though I guess that could have been terror. Tricia emerged from the pantry, jogged passed me and out into the hall. Harry pulled the other girl out to join my two. The three of them were evidently all distressed to see the others.
Tricia returned. “The front door’s shut now,” she said. “We shouldn’t get anyone else coming to join us.”
“Good,” said Harry, “I hate uninvited guests”. He turned to the bound and gagged women and checked the cable ties and tape that held them helpless. “You three ladies stay here, we’ll see what we can find and then we’ll be off. OK?” A series of grunts greeted his question. It was hard to tell what they meant. I guessed it wasn’t, “Sure, why not and while you’re about it would you like some coffee?” Harry led the way out into the hall.
“Not bad,” he said when we had all assembled. He turned to Tricia, “You were pretty slick, and dealt with the help quickly and cleanly.” He turned back to me, “And you did a good job too, especially with the other woman turning up. You did the right thing when the phone rang and you could have panicked when her friend arrived but you didn’t. Have a look around and see what you can find, nothing too bulky. Make as much mess as you like but nothing that‘ll be seen from outside. Take about ten minutes and meet back here.”
We spread out. I found the study and turned out the desk, contents of the drawers all over the floor. There was a bit of cash but not much. I went back to the hall. Tricia came down the stairs shortly after. Harry appeared. “OK,” he said. “What now?”
“We put our friends somewhere that they can spend the rest of the morning without being disturbed,” said Trish.
“Sounds good to me,” said Harry. “Did you find anywhere upstairs?
“Yes, the main bedroom looks out over the back and there are some chairs in the corridor up there too.”
“And what about making sure they stay there?”
“We’ll need some rope or something,” I volunteered. “I know, there’s plenty of wire on the electrical appliances around the place. We can use that.”
“Fine,” said Harry, looking approving. “Better get on with it.”
We went back into the kitchen. The three girls were still sprawled out on the floor but they had obviously been trying to get loose, Jenny had her hands pulling at the cable tie on Louise’s wrists, Natalie was trying to rub her gag loose on the corner of a cupboard. “Naughty, naughty,” Harry said as they looked around guiltily. “Right, you’re coming upstairs.”
The girls gave out with whimperings of alarm, interpreting this as a prelude to rape. Harry took a knife and sliced through the cable ties that held their ankles. He pulled Natalie to her feet and prodded the knife against her ribs. “You other two get up.” I grabbed Jenny and pushed her towards the stairs. Tricia did the same with Louise. The women stumbled up the stairs, grunting with complaint all the time, with us half dragging, half pushing them. Tricia led the way to the main bedroom. She had really turned it over. Clothes were strewn everywhere, jewellery boxes were upturned their contents scattered. Harry brought a couple of straight back chairs in from the corridor. There was one in the bedroom already next to the dressing table. We lined them up in the middle of the room.
Jenny went on the first one, I still had some spare cable ties, I looped one around each of each of her arms above the elbow and used them to tie her to the chair back, There was plenty of tape left and I used that to strap each ankle to one of the front legs of the chair. I cut the power cord from a hair dryer and pulled that around her waist tying her to the chair as well. Another couple of lengths of tape went around her thighs just above her knees and fixed her legs to the top of the legs of the chair, spreading her thighs nicely and giving us a good view up her short skirt. Harry, still holding on to a terrified Louise, looked on with approval. Tricia took care of Natalie. The cable from the vacuum cleaner that the help had been using served to tie Natalie to her chair, with lengths around her chest and arms and across her lap.
Harry spun Louise around. “Did you guys find much money?” he asked. Tricia and I both shook our heads.
“No,” said Tricia, “not even any good jewellery.”
“Disappointing,” Harry said to a wriggling Louise, “Maybe you and I should try out the bed to make up for my trouble.” Her gagged squeals and struggles made it clear that she didn’t think much of the idea. Harry relented and pushed her across to Tricia, who tied her to the third chair with the same thoroughness she had used on Natalie.
“We’d better gag them properly, if we’re leaving them here,” said Tricia. “Get some scarves and socks or anything like that. I rummaged around in the pile of discarded clothing and found some likely looking candidates including some expensive looking silk ties. Tricia pulled back the tape from each girl’s mouth in turn, wadded socks or panties between their lips, tied a scarf or tie across it and then applied two new strips of tape in criss-cross fashion. Natalie made the most fuss, begging not to be gagged as soon as the tape came off. Tricia showed her no mercy and pushed a pair of sports socks into the girl’s mouth before adding the tape. The three of them sat shaking their heads, their cheeks puffed out by the wads of cloth that packed their mouths. Between them they weren’t going to make enough noise to be heard from any distance.
While Tricia was doing this I noticed a necklace that Louise was wearing. I pulled her blouse open to get a better look at it. “Here,” I said. “At least there’s some jewellery here.” I pulled it from her neck and took off the earrings she was wearing too. I checked her hands – some nice rings. She was struggling in her chair as I pulled those from her fingers and making quite a fuss into her gag as well. Jenny and Natalie got the same treatment. We blindfolded them and just to get them really worried Harry and I had a good grope at each if them while Tricia packed up the things we were taking. Jenny had some pretty pricey underwear on once I got her dress pushed up; I used my knife to cut her dress open to get a better look. I sliced through her bra between the cups. She squealed in fright as her tits were exposed. I gave her nipples a friendly pinch.
We left the girls struggling in the shambles that was Louise’s bedroom, a right bunch of desperate housewives. They were going to make a right sight for whoever discovered them
I watched from the bedroom door when they thought we had gone. The level of ‘mmmphing’ went up noticeably and the three of them were all trying to move back or forward, side to side, in attempts to loosen off their ties. They weren’t having any success but it did make their tits bounce around agreeably. Natalie was shaking her chair up and down, if she wasn’t careful she have the whole thing over and it wasn’t like there was anyone to hear the noise. Louise was working hard to free herself too. Her skirt had ridden up where Tricia had tied her on to the chair and I had a good view of her legs. Jenny’s efforts just meant she was starting to fall out of her dress completely. I was beginning to enjoy this side of the job.
We figured that Louise wouldn’t be missed until that afternoon when she failed to turn up to pick up the kiddies, Natalie was probably expected to be there all morning and it wouldn’t be until hubby came back for Jenny. Either way, that gave us plenty of time to get clear. We were back in the van, masks off, and on our way in minutes.
“Not a bad job at all,” said Harry as we got back to the motorway. “Tricia, that was a fine first run and Larry, you seem to have worked out how to do this stuff now.”
“Gee, thanks,” said Tricia. “Oh, I get it,” she said looking at me with a smile, “you’re the marketing guy aren’t you? That’s pretty cool – I don’t expect to see the suits down in operations.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Even the suits need to get their hands dirty occasionally.”
Tricia giggled and smiled again. This could be interesting I thought. Then she laughed, “Hey, I’ve just realised – ‘When Harry met Larry’!”
“We’ve heard it,” I grimaced as the van turned out of the estate and back onto the ring road but I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. Harry didn’t say anything else. I took that as a complement.
I took a call from Freddie later that afternoon. “How was the Sales Centre?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Good, good. Anyway, you said you wanted to chat to some of my customers,” he said.
“If that’s possible, I replied, “I can understand why they might be reticent.”
“No, no problem. Anyway it’s all fixed.
Steve Glennis. Has a place in the
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