At
The Bank
Georgia was not sure
if what she had just encountered was real but she figured that she should cash
the check as quickly as possible just in case Thompson and Waverly came to
their senses once she had left them alone with their dicks in their hands. She used a branch just down the street from
her office for convenience and so she made her way across the busy avenue,
walking the short distance to the bank's entrance. As she entered the lobby she could tell
immediately that something was very wrong.
On most days there would be a constant stream of voices as tellers and
customers conducted their business but today everything was eerily silent. And instead of a line moving toward the
cashier boxes people were standing in a large group and everyone had their
hands in the air. Then she heard a loud
voice.
"I told you to
lock that damn door. Now we have another
one to deal with. Get the bitch under
control and get that door locked before someone else enters."
Georgia followed the
sound of the voice and saw a tall muscular man with a ski mask over his face
and wielding a large black handgun. Just
then someone grabbed onto her arm and turned her so that she was facing another
thug who was pointing a gun directly at her face. "Give me your purse and get your hands
up in the air," He demanded.
Georgia was
frightened nearly out of her mind but she would be damned if she was going to
relinquish that $32,000 check that she had worked so hard to get. And then her fright
began to turn to anger and she looked directly into the slits of the man's mask
where his eyes were located.
"Get that
fucking thing out of my face right now and stick it back into your pants where
it belongs. And while you are at it why
don't you blow your balls off."
The man looked down
and although you could see that he was trying to hold his gun on Georgia it began sliding down slowly and the
muzzle began to slide beneath the man's belt.
And then something terrible happened.
There was a loud bang and the man
double over and sank to his knees. A
pool of blood began spreading out from between his knees and loud moans could
be heard coming from his mouth. At the
same time, the other thug was trying to
figure out what had happened to his partner and he swung his gun toward where
he had last seen him standing. But now
all that was there was a crowd of bank customers looking down at something at
their feet.
As for Georgia, she was totally in shock. She had not really intended for the man to
maim himself. She had only wanted him to
stop pointing the gun at her. But now
she would have to deal with the other robber before he hurt her or some other
bank patron or employee. She could see
him storming across the floor towards her and raising the gun as he came.
"Drop your
weapon and lay down face first on the floor," She yelled in a loud commanding voice. And to everyone's amazement, the would-be thief
did as he was told. Within seconds, the bank security guard had him in
handcuffs and his weapon secured. As he
was pulled to his feet and his mask removed, he looked directly at Georgia and
shook his head in apparent amazement.
"How the hell
did you do that?" He yelled across
the room in her direction before he was yanked around and pulled away to await
the police.
Georgia now noticed
that every person in the bank was looking directly at her. She knew that she did not need the attention
so she began backing away towards the entrance hoping to get out of there
before she was called upon to answer some embarrassing questions. But just when she thought she might be able
to escape she found the entrance blocked by a bevy of policemen entering the
bank. It seemed to her that embarrassing
questions were definitely in her future.
She did her best to
back away into a corner where she hoped that she would be forgotten. If only she could pass a message to the
entire crowd the way she had passed messages to the two crooks a few moments
ago. "Forget all about
me." She thought and tried to
project the message to everyone in the room.
But as the police started to interview customers she saw each and every
one of them pointing their fingers at her
and she knew her subliminal message had not got through. One of the policemen raised his radio to his
lips and talked for a few minutes and then put it back on his belt and turned
and headed directly towards Georgia.
"You need to
come with me, miss. There are some questions that you need to
answer. When she did not immediately
respond he reached out and grabbed her elbow and roughly began directing her
towards an office doorway. She put up a little resistance but even so the cop became
more and more aggressive towards her.
"You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you?" He whispered as he brought his lips close to
her ear so that she was the only one that could hear what he said. "You could have gotten someone killed
with the stunt you pulled. Now get in
that office and set your ass down in a chair."
Georgia did as she
was told and was amazed when the cop pulled his handcuffs from the back of his
belt and cuffed her right hand to the chair arm. She looked closely at his chest as he bent
down to do it and saw that his nametag said that his name was Trent. "Officer Trent, look at me!" She thought.
The cop stepped back and gazed directly into her face. "Do you like what you see,
officer?" She thought of pushing the question out of her mind and into
his. "Would you like to see my
tits, Trent?" Again this was just a
thought without any sound being issued.
"Unbutton my blouse so you can get a better look. Do it now!"
The policeman got a
big grin on his face as he stepped towards her.
Reaching out with one meaty hand he grabbed the topmost button of her
blouse and began working it out of the eyelet.
Georgia could see a man in a suit entering the doorway and so she
frantically began to demand that Trent move quicker. "For God's sake hurry up. You will never get the damn blouse open at
this speed. Rip it open."
And Trent took both
hands and pulled the blouse apart sending buttons sailing through the air and
across the room. He did not even see the
detective until he was roughly pulled away and around. "What the hell are you doing
Trent?"
"Uh, err, I
thought she might have a weapon and I was searching her for one?"
"Search under my
tits, Trent. I have a knife in my
bra." Georgia thought. And Trent tried to turn back towards her
reaching out and pulling her breasts free from the nylon encasement. Georgia smiled to herself as the detective
twisted Trent away from her and began pushing him towards the door. "Who is the stupid cunt, now?" She pushed the thought towards his back.
The detective turned
and came back and stood in front of Georgia.
For just a fraction of a second too long he hesitated allowing himself to absorb the sight of her
perfect breasts into his mind. Georgia
smiled thinking of the handsome detective jacking himself off to that memory
later in the evening.
"You have my
sincere apologies. I have no idea what
got into Trent. You have my word he will
be severely reprimanded for his actions.
Georgia made no
attempt to pull her breasts back into their covering since trying to do it one-handed would be difficult if not
impossible. "Aren't you forgetting
something, detective?" And she
began shaking her still cuffed wrist so that the handcuffs made a rattling
noise.
He reached into his
pocket and pulled out a string of keys.
He inserted one into the lock and with a crisp snap of his wrist the
cuff opened and her hand was free.
"Please do your best to cover yourself, ma'am. I hate to admit it
but seeing you that way is a little distracting."
"Maybe I should
leave the girls out in the fresh air.
Perhaps you would be distracted enough to allow me to leave." Georgia said with a smile.
"Why don't we
have a little chat first? The other
customers tell an interesting story about a woman that ordered the perps
around. You wouldn't know anything about
that would you?"
"I am sure that
with all that was going on out there it would be easy for someone to become
confused about what they thought they saw." Replied Georgia. "I know that everything happened so fast
that I have no idea what went on."
"That story
might work if it was only one or two people that saw you tell a man to shoot
his balls off and he does it, but when that story is told by 8 different customers it has a little more
credence. And then those same folks say
that you ordered the remaining robber to drop his weapon and he complied. How do you explain that?"
"What is there
for me to explain? His partner had just
shot himself and I suppose he thought that perhaps I had a gun trained on
him. Truthfully I don't really remember
any of this as clearly as you say others do.
Am I being charged with some kind of a crime?"
"I could charge
you with reckless endangerment. You
could have gotten yourself or others killed with the stunt you pulled."
"And yet here we
are with the only casualty being one of the would-be
robbers. And as I recall his wound was
self-inflicted. Perhaps you should be
thanking me instead of harassing me. And
since you are adamant that I stopped the robbery, is there a reward? I just lost my job and I could really use the
money?"
At that moment, the door opened and Georgia looked up
to see Luther entering. He was wearing a
dark blue suit and had a gold shield hung around his neck. "I will take over here, detective. You can go back and start your
paperwork."
"Yes,
sir." Was all the detective said,
as he turned to leave the room.
Georgia waited until
the door was closed firmly before she addressed Luther. "Well, you do seem to get around. How many police departments do you work
for?"
"As many as it
takes to keep you out of trouble although that is becoming a full-time task.
And speaking of trouble do you think that what you did to poor officer
Trent was called for?"
"He called me a
stupid cunt. He deserves anything he
gets."
"Yes, I can see how being called stupid would
grate on your nerves."
Georgia looked at him
and cracked up as she realized the connotation of the words he had left
out. "So where do we go from
here?"
"Well, why don't
I take you out and introduce you to the bank manager and you can put in your
claim for the reward."
"Is there a
reward to put in a claim for?"
"There will be
if you tell him there is."
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