Sunday Funday

by Annalise Wells

  “The Torch,” a worker says as he leans over from his table.

  “The torch?”

  “Yeah, I heard it was something sentimental to the old woman, I can’t remember what though.”

  We finish lunch and make the drive back to the club. I have a nagging feeling running around my mind. It’s late afternoon and I feel it’s going to be one of those afternoons you can’t forget.

  Susan pushes open the large gate, and I drive inside. Everyone is stood in line with their backs toward us as we enter. “What is going on here?” I ask.

  “We have a new member of the group,” Bell says looking over her shoulder.

  My head lifts over Janey's shoulder as I put my hands on her hips and look in front of them.

  Is that Mikey?

  “What the hell have you done to him?” I ask.

  “You think he looks good?” Janey asks.

  “For a straight guy, looking at a straight guy who is dressed as a woman, yes. Um, he does look pretty good,” I say. “Maybe if the legs had been a little longer.”

  “I heard that,” Mikey says.

  “I hand it to you Mikey, I’m impressed you went through with it. The clothes are a bit revealing, but they’ll do the job,” I say grinning.

  “I had a guy shave my balls and wax my butt, you should try that,” Mikey says plainly.

  “You better get changed, we don’t want anyone trying to chat you up… yet.” We walk to the office and step inside. The smile on my face is from ear-to-ear. “Mikey, you deserve every cent of your bonus for doing this.”

  “I’ve doubled it,” he replies laughing.

  “Being serious, anything new?” I ask. “I have another person coming to the swingers club with us.”

  “Who?” Bell asks.

  “Ingrid!”

  “Ingrid? Um, why the hell is she coming?”

  “A fresh pair of eyes. And she said she would get the drugs into the club,” I reply.

  “I thought we had that sorted with Karen and Brent?”

  I smile. “I think Ingrid's idea is much better.”

  “I suppose you’re going to say she will shove them up her pussy?” Janey asks.

  The look on my face says it all…

  “She is, isn’t she? Oh my god. She is going to shove them up her pussy.”

  “I also had a call from Ty, he has a plan about how to get the cash from the vault,” I say.

  Bob looks up from his computer. “How is he going to do that?”

  “With your help again. How, I don’t know, but I’m sure there is a way.”

  Bob scrunches his nose up. “Can’t you give me a bit of an idea?”

  I shake my head. “He is the best to explain. He will only tell you the same as I do, and I might miss something.”

  “I hate these little riddles, they always come back and bite us,” Bob says.

  I look at him square in the eye. “You don’t mean that. You enjoy the challenge.”

  “I know, it just gets on my nerves.”

  I smile a wide smile. “I’m going to go upstairs for a while and have a shower until Ty gets back. I don’t think there will be anything that can top Mikey in his outfit.”

  Mikey pokes his head out from the bathroom. “I heard that.”

  “I’m keen on you, Sweetie,” says Bob as he laughs hysterically.

  “Me too,” I say.

  “Fuck off!” Mikey chimes in.

  “The strongest drug that exists for a human is another human being.”

  Janey

  “There is a Brazilian reasons to get waxed.”

  The splashing of the outdoor shower fills my ears as I step onto the roof. I creep closer to the walls of the shower. I slip from my jogging bottoms and put them on the floor. My t-shirt follows, as does my bra and panties. I glance around me and step inside the shower structure. I step under the gushing water and throw my arms around myself.

  “Brent. What the hell are you doing here?” I ask as I cover myself.

  “Our shower has broken, I just came up here for a quick refresh.”

  “Geez, I thought you were Owen.”

  Brent glances at my feeble attempts at covering my naked body. He gestures with his head to the robe which hangs on the wall behind me.

  “I’ll be more careful next time,” I say wrapping the robe around me.

  “It certainly helped to refresh me,” Brent says laughing.

  I step from the shower. “What are you doing in there? Brent is having a shower,” Owen says .

  “I know that… now. I thought it was you,” I reply. “I’ve just stripped butt naked and jumped in there with him.”

  “Is this true Brent?” Owen shouts.

  “It is. I didn’t see anything. Honest, I didn’t,” he shouts back.

  “Okay, I believe you.”

  I walk into Owen and I slap him on the arm as I follow him into the room. “How fucking embarrassing,” I say.

  “He won’t mind. He will be gone in a minute, and then we can share if you like?” Owen asks.

  I curl my lip like a spoilt child. “Don’t want to now,” I say quietly.

  “I’m sure we can find something else to do that won't have anyone interfering,” Owen says.

  “What like?” I reply, obviously pouting.

  “You’re in a robe, and we now have lockable doors and curtains, so this place is just like home.”

  “Maybe in a while. I’m still trying to get the image of Brent’s naked buttocks out of my head,” I say smiling.

  “I’m not sure you want that image as motivation. It will be like mentally cheating on me,” he says giggling.

  “Busy day with Susan?” I ask.

  “Three freakin’ pharmacies before she would get served,” I say.

  “No stock of those pills?”

  “It isn’t that, as soon as they see Chantix and Ambien together, they put a halt on honoring the prescription,” Owen explains. “Their supposed to make you feel better. Drugs can never truly do that.”

  “Just like me in the shower. I jumped in to make you feel better, and it was worse because it was Brent.”

  “You might have just made his afternoon.” He pouts at me.

  “As soon as I drop this robe on the floor, you can make my afternoon,” I say giggling like a schoolgirl.

  I pull the belt on the robe. The robe falls open and I remove it from my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I stand naked waiting for Owen to move toward me and take me in his embrace. I sigh and shrug my shoulders.

  I tilt my head back and look into his eyes. I bite my lip and fumble at his belt buckle with both hands. I pull his pants and shorts over his firm buttocks. Owen brushes the hair from the side of my face and puts his hands on my cheeks. He lowers his head and locks his firm lips against mine. His lingering kiss becomes more passionate and intense. He plunges his swirling tongue into the depths of my hot, wet mouth.

  Our tongues entwine as our naked bodies warm as one. I feel my breasts pushing hard against Owen’s broad chest. I dig my nails into his buttocks and feel his twitching cock throbbing against the soft skin of my thighs. I lower my hand and cup his balls. I gently massage them before wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft. His cock pulses as his body pushes him closer to an erection in my grip. I slowly begin to caress the length of his shaft. His hardening skin grows and becomes engorged. His blistering erection is eagerly waiting to pleasure me.

  I step back from Owen and put my hands on his chest and steer him backward to the couch. He falls against the cool leather as I straddle his thighs. My back arches as I push my ample nipples closer to his face. Owen licks his lips and squeezes my breasts. His fumbling fingers tug gently at my pink tips and bring my nipples to a pebbled arousal.

  “Shit, Owen, that feels kind of fantastic,” I murmur as I caress the full length of his shaft to return the favor.

  I tighten my grip on the iron-like rod I have in my hand, then I rub the swollen head against my soft, w
et labia. I feel my pussy spread as my lips envelop the head of his cock. I gingerly slide onto his hard shaft and sink his cock into me, right to the hilt.

  My pussy clenches and shudders as I push my hips down. I make fine, subtle, circulating movements as I grind my hips against Owen’s powerful, full loins. Sensations immediately fill my belly as my tempo increases. My body arches and pushes to Owen in a frenzy of yearning. His large shaft slides deeper inside me as I gasp for another deep, passionate breath.

  “Fuck me, Owen,” I murmur as I drive my body down to the hilt of his large cock.

  Owen squeezes my tits and takes a nipple in his firm lips. Like a beast, he purses it and nibbles, gently tugging at my breast with his other hand.

  My body arches to meet each possessive thrust Owen makes upward from the soft leather couch. Now, our bodies crash and grind against each other as my juices flow.

  Owen sucks deeply on my breast as he puts his hands on my hips and digs his fingers deep into my skin. I yelp with satisfaction and grind my hot pussy hard against his loins.

  “Yeah, baby,” I scream out, like that corny, comedy movie made years ago.

  Owen’s large cock delves deeper with every rhythmic push of his powerful hips. My body is warming and squirming as he pushes me closer to a final point of eruption.

  “Ooh fuck,” I scream.

  “Fuck, it’s Sunday fun day everyday,” he says.

  “Owen, I’m going to cum very, very soon,” I coo softly into his ear. I sink my teeth into the skin of his shoulder.

  My body finally releases me; wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flows from the depths of my pussy to the tip of my throbbing clit. I shudder as I feel Owen’s body stiffen in his release. His body seizes, and his hard cock pulses as his body releases his seed.

  I finally gasp, hot breaths enter my quivering body as the sensations wash through me. My head bows and rests on Owen’s shoulder as his final upward thrusts spill the last traces of his hot seed into me. Muffled cries of pleasure fall from my mouth against his skin. My spent body slumps against his heaving, passionate body.

  “Oh god, that was fantastic,” I say.

  “It was pretty damned good, and so much better than if we had been in the shower,” Owen replies. “I love Sundays.”

  “It’s not Sunday!” I say laughing.

  “You are too cheeky for words.”

  “Damn right I am.”

  I roll my body and slump on the couch and let my belly rise and fall. I continue bringing soft, seductive breaths back to my body.

  I breathe deep and slow as I turn to face Owen. “I have no idea where you get the energy from,” I say.

  “I get it from you. It takes two to tango.”

  “That was a hell of a lot more than a tango.”

  “There is a Brazilian reasons to get waxed.”

  Owen

  “Don’t let the floodwaters engulf us, or let the depths swallow us up.”

  Ty hadn’t made it back to the club and had called to say he would just arrive in the morning. It had been a quiet evening considering we were so close to pulling off a major heist.

  I sit downstairs waiting for the rumble of Ty’s bike to come through the archway, so we could finally see if it was a possibility. Yep, doing what he said with the swimming pools.

  The walls vibrate as Ty revs his engine and enters the courtyard. I can see Cally step from the bike and pull off her helmet. She shakes her head like one of the girls on a shampoo advertisement on the TV. Cally rocks it and puts all the TV girls to shame.

  Damn, she is hot.

  Ty opens the door and steps inside. “It’s going to be a warm one today.”

  “Enough about the weather. What is it Owen didn’t tell me yesterday?” Bob asks.

  Ty looks at me. “Haven’t you told him?”

  I shake my head. “I was going to let you have the pleasure,” I say smiling.

  Bob frowns. “Come on then, put me out of my misery.”

  Ty stands in front of the board and points. “I had a really good look around yesterday, not just up the street. I got to the back of the houses.”

  “Yes, and what?” Bob asks.

  Ty sticks his finger onto the house diagram. “What is that?”

  Bob stands up from his chair and adjusts his spectacles. “That is the swimming pool.”

  “What does an underground vault and a swimming pool have in common?” Ty asks.

  Bob looks at Ty. “They’re both underground basically, and at around the same level.”

  Ty puts his hand on Bob’s shoulder. “We have two pools across the two houses. One vault. Can we, or can we not… flood the fucking place?” he asks.

  “Hmm.”

  Bob removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes. He puts his spectacles back on his head and thinks for a moment. He sits at his computer and has a look at something before glancing back at the board. He looks at Ty and then looks at me.

  “Yes.”

  “Is that it? I mean, for such a brilliant solution to our problem, I just get a ‘yes,’” Ty says. Bob nods. “Oh, and a nod,” Ty says.

  “It is. You have the idea, but it’s me who has the solution. Your way we would have to dig fifteen to twenty feet, unnoticed. And in two pools that are full of water, am I right, or am I right?”

  Ty nods. “Your right,” he says. “So what is the solution?”

  “Those pools are oversized. You know how long they take to fill from a hose? Too bloody long. So, they have a large diameter fill pipe.”

  “How does that help?” Ty asks.

  “It doesn't come directly from the house. It originates from the mains. High pressure,” Bob explains. “The houses, they all have that electronic mumbo jumbo control from your phone shit going on.”

  “And you’re telling us what, exactly?” Ty asks.

  “I can set the water to run, and run, and run, and run, and run.”

  “Okay Bob, I get it. You can do it from here. You can flood the vault before Sunday. That’s all I wanted to know,” Ty says.

  “I can indeed. And with your theory, you will be correct. They’ll panic and take all the cash back into the garages and away from the water.”

  “Bravo,” I say, clapping my hands. “That is the work of two very intelligent fuckers if I ever saw it,” I say.

  “What about the power outages?” Ty asks.

  “I think they might just want to forget that on Sunday. I have news for them,” Bob says smiling.

  “I like it, this makes much more sense. All the trucks will be moving from the precinct to the swingers club… and the house next door. They’ll see the water and panic,” Ty says. “They’ll try and turn the power on where Bob will have turned it off again. All the cash will be sitting in the street, or as good as.”

  “Like taking candy from a baby. How many guards did you see on Sunday?” I ask Ty.

  “Two or three in the house garage, and two in the truck, plus the driver. Um, so four trucks equal twelve plus three gives a total of fifteen maximum,” Ty explains.

  “Do you think this means we don’t have to go to the club?” I ask.

  “No way, you have to go,” Bob says. “I might need something doing with water control.”

  “We’re all for that then. When do you think you can start the water running or building up the pressure?” I ask Bob.

  “I have to do a quick calculation. The pool will have an overflow. Once I know that, I can set water to pump faster.”

  “I can block the overflow if you like,” Ty says.

  “Risky, if they see it, we lose time, and two pools blocked. It would never happen in my lifetime,” Bob says.

  “Bob, I don’t know what I would have done without you for all this time,” Ty says.

  “You have Bart.”

  “You’ve left Bart working alone at the warehouse?” Ty says.

  “No, I told him to have a vacation.”

  “Now we need to know when we’re going to the club?” I a
sk.

  “It has to be Saturday, that is what Mikey says. Ten o’clock,” Bob explains. “I’ll start the water tomorrow, then it will be ready for a final push on the weekend once you have fixed the control panel.”

  Ty holds the door open for me as we walk into the courtyard. We head to the club and see the girls continuing with their routines. Janey and Cally are sitting watching as we approach them.

  “Hey, there you two,” Cally says.

  “We have the final solution for Sunday evening,” Ty says.

  “It has changed again?” Cally asks.

  “Yes and no. The plan is the same, but the Russians and we casually drive up to the front of the swingers club, and take the cash,” Ty says.

  “Just like that?” Cally asks.

  Ty smiles. “Yeah, it will be there waiting.”

  Cally looks at Ty. “How sure are you?”

  Ty begins laughing. “I’m Bob sure, that’s how sure I am.”

  “Fine then, if you’re Bob sure, I’m Bob sure,” Cally says. “Just tell me how?”

  “Bob is going to flood their vault from the mains pipe to their pools.”

  “That’s it then, Janey. Nearly done, all of it. Clubs ready, heist is ready, we just have to wait,” Cally says.

  “We still have to go to the swingers club,” I say. “And I have to tell Ingrid to be here for tomorrow night at nine.”

  “Bob needs you to do something,” Cally says.

  “Yes he does, but it will be fun. Mikey has his big coming out parade,” Ty comments.

  I stand from the chair and pull on Janey’s arm to help her stand. “And we’re not going to miss that for the world.”

  “Don’t let the floodwaters engulf us, or let the depths swallow us up.”

  Janey

  “The world is a book, and those who don’t travel read only a page.”

  Ingrid steps from her shiny black limo in her pearlescent dress. For a woman of her age, she could still give a lot of the girls we had in the club a definite run for their money.

  “Welcome to our little club,” Owen says as he leads her to the entrance.

  “Different. Very different. Your club, new idea.”