At about 2:45, 1 heard the door open and feet running down the hall. I looked out and saw the short hair girl running to the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the door to Suite 400 click shut. I was curious, so I went over and tried the door. Unlocked, cool. I went back to the stairs and waited for about 5 minutes when the girl went back in. Then I tried the door again but it was locked. Cool. This was going to work just fine. The next day I went to my friend’s place. Friend works for a transport company and owns small trucks. I’ve borrowed it from him before on occasion, and he gets paid pretty good when I do, too. I went home with the truck, parking it, and started to get ready. In my black nylon bag I packed 6 sets of steel handcuffs, two rolls of book tape, a utility knife, three pairs of latex gloves with the palms cut out, a single black stocking, and my .45 gun. I thought about the scenario and had to smile. Just for shits I tossed in a couple packs of Nirodhs. What the hell, right?
At 11:30 I pulled into the rear lot and parked as close to the back doors as I could. I grabbed my bag and entered the building, and sat down on the stairs by the 4th floor door. I pulled on the latex gloves, shoved the gun down the back of my @jeans, and pulled the stocking down over my head. I carefully used the utility knife to slice a slit that split open to reveal my mouth and chin. Then I sat and waited. At 12:45, I heard the door. I stood, grabbed my bag, and stepped through the door into the hallway just as the bathroom door closed. I walked through the door to Suite 400 and closed the door quietly behind me. I was standing in a lobby with a door to the left, one to the right, and the far wall was a window. It was filled by a couple of big leather sofas and a giant wrought-iron table with a marble top. The office was dark, but light and music were coming from the left. I pulled my gun and walked in to see the short hair girl dancing to some remix. She was wearing a tight baby blue T-shirt that left her midriff bare, and tight low- rise @jeans that came to mid-calf. She was barefoot, her sandals on the floor by her purse next to a chair.
She saw me reflected in the window and screamed as she spun around. I held up my gun and growled, “Chupp Saali, nahi to goli maar doonga!”
Tears were streaming down her almost pretty face. “Please goli nahi chalana! God, please maro nahi mujhe!” I waved my gun and she ran down the hall past a half dozen closed doors before running into the last one, a dark office with a big oak desk and fine leather furniture. The boss’ office, I guess. I grabbed her by the arm and threw her face-down over the desk. I grabbed out a pair of cuffs and slapped them on her wrists, making her cry out. Using the cuffs I tossed her to the floor and slapped another pair on her ankles. I tore off a strip of book tape about three feet long and wrapped it around her head a couple of times, so she couldn’t yell anymore. Hell, she’s lucky she could breathe. I picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her onto the leather couch.
I stepped into the hall, walked back three doors and tried the one on the left. It opened into another dark office, but this one was small and didn’t have windows. I closed the door except for a crack and waited. The long hair girl came back, and I guess they play games scaring each other `because she giggled and ran down the hall past my door. I stepped into the hall and waited for her to notice me. She saw her friend on the couch and turned to run away, almost bowling right into me. When she saw me, and the gun, she dropped to her knees and started begging. I walked over to her, put the pistol against her forehead and grunted. I almost laughed when I saw the dark stain spreading through her @jeans. Damn and she just got back from the bathroom too. I told her to crawl back into the dark office, and when she got there I shoved her Gaand hard with my boot, sending her sprawling across the floor. Then I was on her, cuffing her wrists and ankles. I wrapped tape around her head to keep her from screaming, too. I wasn’t going to try to move this one though.
For fun, I grabbed another pair of cuffs, pulled her ankles back, and cuffed her ankles to her wrists. I had to laugh, a metal hog-tie. Working quickly, I pulled the computers and monitors from each desk and put them into the lobby. Next I transferred them from there to the elevator, then to the Lobby, and finally into the truck. Then I ran up and grabbed the printers, doing the same routine. By the time I was done, it was only 1:50! Damn, what great time! For good measure, I went through the offices grabbing anything that might be valuable, and finally grabbed all of the phones, too! It was 2:30 and I was officially done. Maybe I should have just left, but instead I got in the truck and drove it over near the godown. I walked quickly back to the building and went back up, pulling my stocking mask carefully into place and putting on fresh gloves. I left the old ones in the truck. Leaving shit lying around will get you hard time. I went into the office and heard a whistling noise. Shit, the fat chick was turning blue! I took my utility knife and opened up around her nose better, though I did knick her a little. She was out, so she didn’t notice.
When I turned around, though, I saw my little long hair girl staring at me in terror, her eyes wide, her body jumping as she screamed and screamed with her mouth sealed tight. Shit, I thought with a chuckle, She thinks I just cut the fat chick’s throat. I put my hand on her throat and pushed her onto her back. She grimaced, I guess I was hurting her arms. With my other hand I grabbed the collar of her T-shirt and pulled hard, stretching it, then it finally tore. I pulled at it until I had ripped it off of her. Her Mummey were jiggling, held by a plain white bra that had seen better days, but incredibly held the load without bursting. I’m guessing she was a 36 or 38 DD, impressive on a girl, dripping wet, probably 22-25 years old. I reached down to the floor and picked up the utility knife. I held it up in front of her eyes and saw her wide eyes not even blink as tears began to flow from them. I grabbed her bra between her Mummey and pulled, thinking to cut it sway, but it just kind of snapped open. Her creamy smooth Mummey spilled out, throwing the bra to each side. Her Chuchis were just plain tiny, especially on Mummey that big, hardly bigger than a quarter, but had thick nubs, like the eraser on a pencil.
I grabbed one strap and cut it with the knife, then the other, and threw the pieces to the floor. I ran my hand down her belly, and she jerked when I grabbed the metal stud in her belly button and gave it a twist. Her smooth skin was turning pink, then red all over. Damn, I was hard as a rock, watching her squirm there under me. I stood and grabbed the cuff of her pant leg, and dragged the utility knife’s blade up, cutting away the stiff denim. I split from the cuff to the waist, then grabbed the other leg and did the same on that side. I pulled away the @jeans and tossed them on the floor next to the fat chick. My GOD! This bitch had some FINE legs, with baby fat in all the right places, wide soft Chutad… and little curly black hairs peaking around the prettiest little thong I’ve ever seen. She had a full pouty mound held by purple satiny lacey panties. I really think I could have shot my load right then, just looking at her squirming. A flick of the knife and the panties were gone too.
I slapped my hand down on her Choot, I figure to get her wet enough to Chudai, but she was already slick! I slipped my arm around her and hefted the naked little slut and walked to the main lobby, where I threw her on the floor. I went back to the big office and cleaned up my stuff and brought my bag back to the lobby. Taking out the last of my handcuffs, I cuffed her left wrist to the leg of a big wrought iron table. I unlatched the other set from her left wrist and clicked it to the other leg of the table, leaving her spread. Then I went back to the big office and wrapped the fat chick up with an entire roll of the book tape, taking back my cuffs when she was secure. Then I headed to the lobby, where I loaded everything into my bag except my gun, which placed on the table up over my slut’s head. “Agar mere chehre per yahan se jaate samay khushi nahi jhalakti dikhi to main tumhare chehre ko iss office bhar mein tukde karke faila doonga,” I said as menacingly as I could.