Either way, after they had eaten and the dishes and cutlery had been washed and dried up, Rita was drying her hands on the tea towel they kept by the oven for just this purpose, her back to Carter. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her belly, nuzzling her neck with his lips.
“Why Carter,” and before she could finish her sentence, he had moved his hands up to her breasts and was squeezing both of them at the same time. She raised her arms, put them over his head and rested them on the back of his neck, helping Carter get complete access to her chest. She turned her head sideways and they kissed while Carter started teasing her nipples.
A few minutes later, they were upstairs in bed, naked. Carter took out one of the scarves he’d bought earlier that day and tied it around Rita’s left wrist and attached the other end to the bed post. She looked quizzically at him, but then smiled and whispered: “Go on.”
He did the same with her other three limbs so she was sprawled out like a starfish on their bed. At this point he realized he had no idea what to do next. He’d never got involved with anything like this in his life and it was way beyond his experience or imagination. He thought about lying on top of her but that just seemed so tame. So he did the only other thing he could think of, the only thing he could think of which was the least bit transgressive. He put his hand on his dick and masturbated all over Rita’s body, spunk flying over her tits and stomach. Not on her face because that would have been too much like the porn films he’d seen when he was at college.
At first, Rita’s face was a picture of surprise, but then it transformed into a face of pleasure. When he undid the scarves after he was finished, she rubbed her breasts with his semen, almost as though she was trying to get his sex inside her body. Meanwhile, Carter kneeled on the bed between her legs, bent down and licked her until Rita came. Like old times - only now he felt more empty than before and wanted to be breathing in Mary Lou’s scent more than any moment in his life up to this point, and not Rita’s acrid pussy. Instead, all he could smell was his own spunk smeared around Rita’s torso and the aroma of sex in the room. And he felt dirty and ashamed, but not so dirty or ashamed to stop Rita sucking him off just before they both fell asleep.
By Tuesday, Carter was longing for Mary Lou’s return and it wasn’t just because of the scarves, but they did help. No, despite his brief foray with Rita and sex, he was still hooked on Mary Lou and her damn rose.
IN THE MORNING, Mary Lou left the apartment, went straight over to her own place, changed into some comfortable clothes, fucked Frank until his dick was red sore and they flew down to Florida that afternoon. Mary Lou was happy on the inside for the first time since she met Frank outside Baltimore Penitentiary the previous August.
As soon as the door to the DC-8 opened up after they landed, they felt the heat in the air. Even though it was still only March, the temperature was still super warm compared to home. Mary Lou undid another button on her blouse, just to let more of her skin breathe. She watched Frank’s eyes look down at her and she was pleased she could still elicit that kind of gaze in the man she’d known for almost ten years now. As a response to what he was clearly thinking in that man’s head of his, she glanced up at him and ran her tongue slowly around her lips.
In the cramped aisle on the plane while everyone stood waiting to disembark, Frank’s hand managed to get to the back of her jeans and he tried to squeeze her groin from behind, sneaking one finger between her legs so that it curled and pushed up against her. If the material had been softer, he would have been inside her. Instead it gave her a frisson of a thrill and a warm sudden burst in her groin. She liked Frank. He was a good man.
Mary Lou bought a bikini with Frank’s money in a beach side boutique and Frank even found some trunks to wear before they hit the sand. They lay on hired beach loungers all day long and soaked in the rays, massaging each other’s backs as they rubbed in sun oil to try to bring out their tans, which had little chance of coming good given the amount of time they were able to spend before they returned home.
They held hands with each other as they walked along Ocean Drive, Frank’s jaw dropping almost every time someone sashayed past. And there were a lot of people sashaying past. For once, Mary Lou felt they were a real couple.
For the second time in twenty-four hours, Mary Lou found herself eating in a restaurant. Now she knew how movie stars felt. Somehow the food was more intense than back home. The tablecloth corners were sharply creased and the bread appeared in a basket in the middle of the table and had its own cloth cover. Frank sure was treating her well.
AFTER THE WALK back to the hotel in the balm of the evening, they stopped off in the next door bar for a martini. Clearly, Frank was trying very hard indeed because Mary Lou had only ever seen him drink beer, not cocktails. To be fair, apart from the odd shot of vodka - and the one glass of brandy with Carter to one side - she was hardly a cocktail queen either. But she got a taste for vodka martinis on that trip. After they emptied their glasses, Frank suggested another but Mary Lou wasn’t so sure. Frank insisted, saying: “Martinis are like tits: one’s too few and three’s too many.” And she had to agree.
So by the time they got back to their hotel room, they were both soaked in high grade liquor. High grade liquor and lust.
In their room, as soon as the door was closed behind them, the pair turned to each other and kissed, hugging close and leaning their legs into each other to try to make their whole bodies merge into one. Mary Lou raised her right leg and rubbed Frank’s left leg with her knee. He held onto her thigh as it got near to his hand and stroked that inner leg until he reached her crotch. Then he let his fingers touch her panties: stroke, investigate, probe her bush through the material. And then a finger went under the panties and touched her hairs, gently pushed inside her and stayed there while Frank rocked that finger back and forth. Mary Lou experienced the intensity of that finger, the power of that finger inside her.
And the most amazing thing about that experience was Frank had never done anything like that before. She knew this as it was happening, but thought about it again when Frank slept with his head on her stomach in the middle of the night. Never made her come like that before. Ever. Period. And then the same thing happened the following night with fewer martinis and a lot more care and time. Frank was one good man.
Having spent the entire night touching, licking and thrusting themselves until after the sun peeked over the horizon, Mary Lou and Frank exited their hotel room with the strong aroma of their bodily fluids. And left the haven of Miami for the harsh reality of suburban Baltimore.
They were each totally exhausted but completely satisfied. Both calm and comfortable with each other’s bodies. Calm in the presence of the other. So much so Frank decided Mary Lou would be able to survive the job, providing he could ensure he stopped her from spending so much time with the bank clerk.
20
THE NEXT DAY Mary Lou phoned Carter and met up with him on the Sunday evening. The good news: Carter was horny and easy to con; his concern for Mary Lou’s fictional mother was fleeting, so she didn’t need to go into any convoluted explanations or lies. The bad news: he was horny and impossible to distract outside of his tunnel vision sex thoughts.
So this meant, despite all the great times she’d had with Frank the past week, Mary Lou found herself in bed with Carter without any insight into what was happening at the bank, if anything.
With Miami still firmly lodged in her brain, and Frank’s newfound consideration for her body, Mary Lou was veering towards sticking with Frank and the last thing she really fancied doing was spending the night with Carter, despite his general homeliness and immediate sexual desire.
As ever, she had cooked them a pesto based pasta meal and they were sitting on the sofa, just as they had so many times before. Only this time, Carter truly had bedroom eyes.
“Is your mother better now?”
“What? Er ... yes, thank goodness.”
“Yeah.”
; “By the time I got down there, she was on the mend, so all I really had to do was cook her meals, keep the place tidy for her and things like that. No big deal. And because she was sleeping most of the time, because she was tired, I got a chance to lie in the garden for a few hours to soak up the sun.”
“You sure are looking good,” said Carter, stroking her cheek with the back of one finger. Then he ran it down the side of her face, down her neck and let it follow its natural course along the neckline of her tee shirt to her cleavage. He let his finger curl over the material and pulled it towards him, stretching the material as he leaned slightly into her enabling him to look at her breasts - or at least as much of them as were visible from outside her bra.
“Sure looking good,” he repeated, leaning in further until he could smell her scent and lick her body.
Ten minutes later they were in bed, with Carter tied up by some silk scarves he had brought for that purpose. He was anticipating extremes of sexual delight. Mary Lou stroked his thighs and rubbed her breasts against his dick. All this was far too much for Carter’s limited sexual experience and he came over her breasts almost immediately.
Maybe it was the resentment of being in that bedroom in the first place, maybe it was just greater experience on her part and she just plain forgot to only slowly ramp the matter at hand. He was hard and she could see his helmet throbbing when all she’d done was to tie him up.
When she leaned over him and slotted his dick in between her breasts and massaged it up and down a couple of time, it was all he could bear. He came over her fast. Unfortunately for Carter and his overactive libido, this caused him a bit too much of a shock and his body just shutdown and he blacked out.
THEN IT WAS Mary Lou’s turn to be shocked, because she really didn’t think she was going to get that kind of reaction from him. She placed her fingertips on his jugular to make sure all was okay. Once she knew he was just out of it, she took herself to the living room, leaving Carter attached to the bed, but he was hardly going anywhere for a while.
Instead, after mopping up spunk off herself, she lay on the sofa, one leg propped up on the armrest, musing on the last few days. Her time with Frank, her time with Carter. And the money.
Hard to say which thought did it, but she started feeling hot and absentmindedly played with herself until her thoughts were so much less about choosing between a man and were much more focused on the intense ecstasy she’d generated in her groin. Sometime after midnight, she untied Carter and went to sleep next to him. He was just the latest in a long line of men who had let her down in the sack. The question remained whether he’d let her down in the bank.
The following day, they both went into Lansdowne with the objective of getting to the bank, only Carter went straight in so he was there before the doors opened at nine, whereas Mary Lou went to a coffee shop on Charleston and Forth, several blocks the other side of the cemetery until after ten.
When she pushed the door to the First Bank, as ever she nodded to Grimble, his wrinkled right hand hovering over his revolver as it always did whenever the door opened.
Grimble was a cheap and reliable security guard. A cop who took early retirement because he was shot in the line but still had a decade to go before he could afford to stop working. So sitting and standing near the entrance to a suburban bank was the perfect solution for him. He got the occasional bit of exercise, some money kept flowing into his savings account and he got to leave the house and close the door on Mrs. Grimble, who would otherwise have spent the whole day bitching and moaning about how useless and shitty he was. The First Bank job was just the best solution ever.
Mary Lou went over to Carter’s desk and sat opposite him like a customer should. His eyes lit up to see her again even though it had only been an hour since he last touched her lips.
He told her there had been a robbery at a bank branch at Linthicum Heights, just north of Baltimore Airport. It happened over the weekend and head office was sending someone over that day to revamp all security cameras and, over the next week, all entry doors would be strengthened and any other vulnerabilities assessed by central services.
Mary Lou’s first thought was maybe they should hit the bank tomorrow before the real heat came down on this place, but that idea was immediately slapped in the face when Carter mentioned they were holding back any big movements of monies until processes were improved. First on the list were the security cameras and the security doors. Mary Lou’s eyes veered towards the flimsy excuse of a piece of plywood that currently constituted the staff door. Next would be the vault.
She sighed inside but at least she’d find out early about whatever was done. Because at heart he was a gambler, Carter was always looking for the angles, always spotting the flaws in the system and, instead of letting his superiors gain from his insights, he preferred to show off to Mary Lou. One hand job per insight kept him very happy and the gang fully informed. Within a week of the audit which was immediate and swift, Mary Lou knew what the new layout would be even before it was installed. And Frank had figured out almost all the ways round it before he called the next meeting of his business associates.
21
THEY WERE DUE to all meet up with Frank again on Sunday in the peeling paint and termite-infested walls of the factory, so Pete spent the day before in Lucy’s trailer. He had not intended to hook up with her again, so soon at any rate, but he got bored, was feeling horny and didn’t fancy paying for a hooker: he was a bit short of cash, still waiting for the latest payment from Frank Senior.
Off he went down the highway to buy coffee and a doughnut and to wait for some sweet dessert. Lucy didn’t mind because she liked the company and he helped keep her bed warm. Lucy deserved better than Pete, but Pete was definitely punching above his weight.
Before he left the trailer the following morning, Pete had a shower and washed the stink of their sex from his body. Lucy was still asleep, one titty poking out from under the sheets. As he was drying himself with a rather small towel he’d found hanging by the shower unit, he thought about going over and doing something about the tit: either cover it up or fuck Lucy again. He couldn’t decide how he actually felt, but he looked at his watch and decided he didn’t have time to do either. He walked out the trailer, hopped into the car and headed straight back onto the I-95 towards Baltimore.
As he got near the city, the highway started to resemble a parking lot. For some reason, the traffic got thicker and thicker until he was only moving a few feet every five or ten minutes. By the time the traffic cleared, Pete’s blood pressure had risen significantly and you just wished you’d had a dollar for every obscenity to come out of his mouth.
ANDREW AND BRIAN drove to the meet together. Andrew rode shotgun. Again. That was fine. It wasn’t as if he liked driving that much although he had been practicing behind Brian’s back. When Brian went off to the firing range, Andrew went to a dirt track he’d found and rode round and round. Standing starts, brodying about and massive acceleration after a steady forty.
When Brian had parked, they hopped out of the car and both picked their way around the rubble to get to the rest of the crew, although they still had to stand around waiting for Pete for about a quarter of an hour.
Andrew was feeling tired and really didn’t fancy hanging around, especially not for the likes of some bushwhacker like Pete. But wait is what they did.
“Okay guys,” said Frank at some point during the interminable hanging around, “once we’re all here I’m going to talk about the new security arrangements at the bank. But Andrew, Brian and myself will need to meet up in a much warmer place to go through things in more detail and to figure out how we’re going to crack the place wide open.”
This concerned Andrew as Frank had led him to believe this was a straight walk in, walk out job without any hassle in the middle. Now it was beginning to look as though it was more complicated than that and if the security was the thing that was getting more complicated, the risk was getting higher too. For the
same money.
“Well that’s mighty upright of you,” he responded, not really knowing what he meant by those words but he felt like somebody should say something vaguely positive at this point, even though he wasn’t feeling very positive himself. Brian wasn’t going to say anything for sure as Andrew was by far the more talkative of the two of them. And Brian tended not to say anything in public, in larger groups.
Still, Frank’s comment was not good and hung on Andrew’s mind even after Pete eventually arrived and Frank could start his briefing.
“Are we not going to wait for Frank Senior?” asked Andrew just as Frank inhaled to start talking.
“No, he’s not coming. I mean, he never was coming. I’ve talked to him separately. He knows what I’m about to say to you and he’s okay with that.”
Andrew shifted his gaze to Brian, who looked back at him with a brief wink to show he thought the same: that Frank Senior should share their pain and not leave it to his nephew - well, step nephew really - to dish out the shit.
Besides, thought Andrew, they’d been waiting for months with nothing happening and the new security meant they were going to have to wait even longer. With more risk for the same money. Andrew didn’t like risk at the best of times and steel doors were not the best of times. Far from it. About as far from the best of times as you could go without falling into the sea.
Andrew could hear Frank’s voice in the background as his mind continued to process the implications of the cameras working now and the steel doors. Frank had mentioned metal cutters at their first meet, but now it sounded like they were going to be a necessary piece of kit, which meant it’d have to be dragged into the bank and then dragged out - in daylight to slow them down and to help any passerby civilian see them and remember them. More risk, same money.
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