Sunday Funday

by Annalise Wells

  “None, there isn’t much there really, only the hotel and casino, and the shops and the houses.”

  Bob turns to me. “And their swinger club.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “If your plan doesn’t work, change your plan but never your goal.”

  Janey

  “Love can make you do strange things.”

  It felt weird. Owen and I were in the club, and it was the first time that there was no one else in there with us. All the construction workers had finished, and it was down to the final cleaning teams that would be spending the last days making sure everything was as it should be.

  We check the new entrance door to make sure it’s locked and then we walk back through the gambling zone. Owen hits the mains breaker, and we watch as the lines of slots fall into darkness.

  “You think we’ll be doing this every night?” I ask laughing.

  “You mean shutting up shop?” Owen replies.

  “Yeah, we’re like glorified caretakers.”

  “I think we might be on three shifts with the gambling before too long, then it will only be the club that closes.”

  We walk through the giant playing card doors and step into the club. “It's so peaceful when there is no one here. I guess this was how it was when Mikey had it.”

  “I doubt it, I bet it was creaking and had rats everywhere,” he says.

  “It’s hard to believe it’s only taken a few weeks to get to this stage,” I say.

  “Shona and Beau did say they pay Mike a huge bonus to get the work done quickly,” Owen replies.

  “It's funny really, I feel as if this is my own, yet it's nothing to do with us at the end of the day,” I say laughing.

  “I have never thought of it like that, you're right though. We have just been dragged in. I only came to visit Joseph to deliver some information, and now look at me,” Owen says.

  We walk over to the stage. I run my fingers over the polished wood, and look up at the giant robotic Alice. “There has to be more for you and me, we can’t just be employees here,” I say.

  “I know, it does seem a strange situation. And I'm doing all the positive thinking I can do,” Owen says laughing.

  I lift myself up and sit on the edge of the stage as I begin swinging my feet. Owen steps closer and pushes his hips between my knees. His hands fall to my hips.

  “Give me a kiss,” he says.

  “Here?”

  “There is only us, we’re the last two,” Owen says. He gives me that look. The one I can’t deny.

  I lean forward and put my hands onto Owen’s cheeks and put my soft lips onto his. I flick my tongue and tease his open mouth. I seductively slide my tongue in. Together they dance and curl as I make sweet swirling motions in the depth of his hot mouth. I can sense how badly he wants me.

  I look down into Owen’s eyes. “I wonder if anyone has had sex in here yet.”

  “Now that is risky,” he says.

  “I know, but it’s exciting, don’t you think?”

  “There is no one here; just you, me, Alice, and the Mad Hatter,” Owen says.

  “I'm sure they won’t mind watching us. Maybe they can get their own ideas and get it on while we’re not watching,” I say giggling.

  “Now that would be a showstopper!”

  Owen slides his hands up from my hips and pulls my t-shirt up my body. I raise my arms and he lifts my shirt over my head. I reach down to Owen’s shirt and remove it from his muscled torso. I slip from the stage and pull at the buckle of his belt and loosen his pants. He slides them to the floor and stands in his shorts as he fumbles with the button on my jeans.

  I slip free from my jeans and stand leaning against the stage in my black bra and panties. I look deeply into his perfect eyes and lift my hand to fumble with the clasp of my bra. My breasts are now exposed and lit from the dim lights of the stage.

  Owen lifts his hands and softly kneads and strokes my aching breasts. The touch of his fingers sending gorgeous shivers through my body. I gasp for breath as I reach for the elastic of my panties. My fingers slip inside the waist and I move them over the peachy, soft skin of my ass.

  I reach for Owen’s shorts and pull them down over his firm and masculine buttocks. My hand caresses his shaft and I feel his manhood twitching in response. Owen leans to me and squeezes my breasts as he takes my nipples between his hot, wet lips. I feel his mouth tighten its grip as he takes all of my nipple in. His tongue darts across my pink bud and shudders flow through my body.

  “Mmm, that feels nice,” I murmur as my nipples harden under the caress of his tongue.

  My hands run through his hair as I pull his head harder to my wanting breasts. Owen pushes me against the stage, and now his hand slides up and in-between my thighs. I spread my legs as I feel his fingers pushing between my labia.

  “Ooh, Owen,” I whimper with anticipation.

  His fingers push firmly against my throbbing clit as his hand frantically dances over my hardening bud. I feel my juices beginning to flow in my wanting pussy.

  My hand grasps his throbbing shaft and moves it gently up and down. I feel his driving need harden as my caressing tempo increases. My hand tightens around his hot flesh as I bring Owen to a full erection, easily.

  I turn to face the stage and rest my arms. I spread my legs as Owen runs his hands under my body and enters my pussy from behind. I feel him step closer. It’s sublime as I feel the hardness of his arousal rub against the moist lips of my pussy. I spread my legs wider as the swollen head of his hot cock pushes on my lips, teasing me. The barrier is gone, and Owen gingerly slides his swollen head, inch by inch inside of me.

  I bow my head to the stage and bite my lip as my pussy takes all of him in. His hands clutch at my hips as he thrusts harder inside me. Our bodies join, and Owen begins to thrust wildly inside me as my short breaths become louder.

  I grip the edge of the stage and push my hips back to meet his thrusting hips. My back arches to meet each of his possessive thrusts. I wiggle my hips as he grinds his loins hard against my velvety ass.

  “Shit, Owen. I'm going to cum soon, this is so exciting,” I murmur.

  Owen’s penetrating hotness plunges deeper, driving the sensations. They continue flooding across my body and my legs tremble and shudder as his powerful fullness enters and fills me.

  I arch my back and push my hips back to accommodate the full length of his hard shaft. I continue short, shallow breaths as I bite my lips and close my eyes.

  “Owen, my god, I'm going to cum.” I yelp as our bodies heave against each other.

  “Janey. I'm almost there,” Owen murmurs through his deep, passionate breaths.

  “Cum for me, or cum with me,” I scream out, still breathless from our naughty escapade.

  Owen’s body thrusts and stiffens, his hips shudder as his body locks and his shattering release floods into me. He thrusts again, and his seed spills over into the hot depths of my aching pussy.

  His body stiffens in his climax and I feel uncontrollable shuddering contractions washing through my whole body. I rest my head on the edge of the stage.

  “Owen, yes,” I scream out.

  Ultimate joy fills me as Owen’s final thrusts leave my body fully satisfied. I suck in panting breaths as I rest my head on the stage. Now, his deep, shuddering breaths slowly subside as he regains his composure.

  I look up at the giant Mad Hatter. “Is he smiling at us?” I ask.

  “If he isn’t, he should be,” Owen replies.

  “I'm sure that’s the first time that sex has happened in the club, and I'm sure it won’t be the last,” I say as I turn my back and rest on the stage.

  “I'm not sure they’ll be in this position though,” Owen says giggling.

  “Doggy is the best. You never know, stranger things have happened.”

  “Love can make you do strange things.”

  Owen

  “Old people are often impatient, but what for?”

  Today was the dry run
for moving the cash. We all stood in the courtyard in teams of two, apart from Ty who had his bike.

  “Everyone got their radios?” I ask.

  Everyone holds their radios in front of them along with their night vision goggles. They all look extremely determined, and I feel proud to be a part of this.

  “No need to ask about your goggles,” I say. “Bob also has a radio so we can relay to him any locations we struggle with.”

  “Check. I'm in control of everything,” Bob says from the door of his office.

  Bob, you always seem to be in control.

  “Cars are gassed and ready, and all running as well as can be expected,” I say. “Is everyone ready for this?”

  I hear a rousing, “Sir, yes Sir.”

  “Very funny,” I reply. “Brent?”

  “Right, we’ve one hour to wait and then we can make a move,” Ty says. “I'm going now and will tell you how it looks. I can also check to see if they move a truck from the casino first.”

  “We'll hear from you in a while,” I say.

  Cally walks up to Ty and throws her arms around his neck and gives him a big kiss.

  “Isn’t that sweet?” Tina calls.

  “You will be doing the same soon,” Cally replies sarcastically. Cally sticks her tongue out playfully to Tina. “Battle of the hunks.”

  Janey and I walk up to the roof to relax for a while before we leave. I hear the rumble and roar of Ty’s bike as he starts it and heads out of the large steel gate.

  “That’s it then, the sign we’re about to do something no one has ever done,” I say.

  “It's strange really how things have changed, all we wanted in the start was permits for the club without being extorted, and now we’ve turned into a group of thieves,” Janey says.

  “Life is funny, don’t you think?”

  “It is around here, I used to think it was strange before, when I was with Drake, but that was nothing compared to all of this,” Janey says.

  “Same here. I was quite happy minding my own business. Floating along working for whoever wanted my services, and then I'm smack in the middle of a multi-million-dollar heist.” I see the sun making its slow descent over the tops of the buildings.

  “We should go downstairs, we don’t want to be late for our first date with destiny,” Janey says.

  We arrive back in Bob’s office, and he is testing everyone’s radios. The cars are ticking over as everyone splits into their teams.

  “Good luck everyone,” I shout. “And don’t give me that ‘Sir, yes Sir’ bullshit. It was funny once but not again... Brent!”

  “Sir, yes Sir,” everyone shouts as they slide into their vehicles.

  I slide into the driver’s seat and close the door. I grab hold of the steering wheel and pull out of the courtyard and the large steel gate that leads to the back street.

  “Nervous?” I ask Susan.

  “Apprehensive, the bike club was an excellent training ground for things like this.”

  “I think we’ll be okay today, and if we get to next Sunday, we have the backup of the Russians,” I explain.

  Susan turns her head to me. I look at her. “How do these goggles work?” she asks.

  “I wouldn’t try them until its dark, you don’t want to blind yourself,” I say. Susan puts the goggles on her lap and hangs onto them tightly.

  “How many times have you seen that Russian woman?” Susan asks.

  “That was only the second time.”

  “Hmm, I got the impression she knew you better than that, especially when she said, ‘you're back so soon,’” Susan says.

  I chuckle. “I got the feeling she was talking to you, but that is a ridiculous thing to think,” I say.

  “I have never seen her before, or as far as I know, I haven’t.”

  “The other funny thing was why she decided to give you a Russian name.”.

  “Nah, that’s just the way they are, they like to keep things traditional.”

  “She probably calls me Owenski or something stupid,” I say giggling.

  “Now that would be very fucking funny!”

  We leave the city limits, and I can see the hotel and casino in the distance. The lights outline the edge of the buildings as the sun finally dips below the horizon.

  “What time is it?” I ask.

  “Seven ten.”

  “We'll be at the store in plenty of time, I just hope the old guy recognizes me,” I say.

  “How am I going to use the goggles if we’re in the store?” Susan asks.

  “You can be in the back of the truck. You can watch through the windows while I keep an eye open from inside.”

  We pass the casino as we slip down the turnpike and follow the road underneath the overpass of the freeway. “Now I'm a little nervous,” Susan says.

  “We'll be fine, we’re only watching. Should be no longer than an hour, and most of that we might be sitting in the shadows somewhere.”

  I turn the truck into the street where the precinct sits. We can already see a few more guards who are walking around outside.

  “It looks like something is going to happen,” she says.

  “I think you better come in the store with me first, let’s make ourselves visible, just in case,” I say.

  I stop the truck outside the store. Susan reaches under her seat and pulls out the pistol and hands it to me. “A little security,” I say as I pick up the radio, good. “Team one in position.”

  “Roger,” I hear Ty say from the speaker.

  We walk into the store. The old man looks up and smiles. “Ah, so you did remember to do some checking,” he says.

  “I'm a man of my word. I wouldn’t want to leave you in the dark, so to speak,” I reply.

  “You're a little early before the power goes out, you want a coffee or something?”

  “Sure, that will be very nice,” Susan says.

  I stand looking from the store window and can see two guards walking up the sidewalk toward us. “Two guards are coming here,” I whisper. “Act natural.”

  One guard enters the store as the other waits outside. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

  “We have been asked to check on these power outages,” I reply.

  “Who by?”

  The old guy walks from the back room holding a tray of coffee and cookies. “By me, Officer. This power is causing me problems with my frozen things.”

  The guard looks around. “Okay, but as soon as you have done your checks, move on. We don’t like loiterers around here.”

  “No problem, Officer. Who wants to be out on a Sunday night working, huh?” I reply.

  The guard huffs and walks back through the entrance to the store. He mumbles something into his radio as he walks back down the sidewalk.

  “Fucking pricks,” the old shopkeeper says.

  “Pardon?” Susan asks.

  “All of them cops, they think they’re something special. All a bunch of pricks.”

  I begin laughing as Susan smiles and turns her head to me. “What’s the time now?” I ask.

  “Seven fifty,” Susan says. “I'll go to the truck and set up my gear.”

  “Okay, I'll check everything from here and then take some readings,” I say.

  “See you in a few minutes.”

  Susan slides open the rear of the truck and steps inside. Crap, she doesn’t know how to use the goggles. “Back in a moment,” I say to the shopkeeper.

  “No problem.”

  I walk outside and open the door. Susan is busy on the radio. “Team three, are you in position.”

  “Three in position.”

  “Four?” she calls.

  “Ready to rock and roll,” a voice says from the speaker.

  “Everyone is ready,” Susan says.

  Ty’s voice comes from the radio. “Truck on the move from the casino. ETA, five minutes.”

  “We have incoming,” I say.

  Susan puts on her goggles and I turn the switch. “Whoa, these
are cool. I can see another three trucks by the corner,” she says.

  “So, four trucks that we know of,” I say.

  “You better get back in the store. The old guy is watching,” Susan says.

  “Pass me that emergency light.” I slide the door closed and walk back into the store with the old shopkeeper.

  “Do you hear anything when the power goes out?” I ask him.

  “After the first few times, I just learned to lock the door before eight and sit in the back with a candle until it’s finished.”

  “So, there are no vehicles around at that time?”

  “I hear a rumble. I think it must be the cops going on patrol.” He smiles. “I don’t pay much attention to it.”

  “Probably wise, you know what a bunch of pricks these cops are,” I say laughing.

  The old guy throws his head back to laugh. The lights go off and we fall into darkness. I turn on the emergency light and lock the door to the store.

  “You might want to turn your light off, Mister” he says.

  “I was thinking the same,” I reply. “I have to stand and watch for a little while and see if anything happens.”

  “I'll be in the back with my candle when you're ready.”

  “Here, you can have this light. It’s safer than candles. It's rechargeable.” I say.

  “Won’t your bosses be angry?”

  “Not at all. There is more than enough money available for another.”

  “Hurry up, you don’t want to be in the dark too long.”

  “Old people are often impatient, but what for?”

  Janey

  “Sometimes shit happens. Other times it's just there.”

  We are in silence. There is no noise from the radio. I turn and see the night vision goggles looking back at me.

  “You look weird and gray,” Mikey says.

  “I look as pale as you then,” I say sarcastically.

  “I'm only a few years older than you,” he says quietly.

  “And the rest, I was a twinkle in your eye when you were splashing it all over town,” I say giggling.