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Erotic Fiction Edition Ten - "A Bad Day at the Mall"
🕑 Added 2024-07-29 13:00:04 +0000 UTC
A Bad Day at the Mall
It was getting close to closing time for Bridget and Monica. Their boutique jewelry store at the mall had taken off. They had started with costume jewelry, but had soon realized that they could make much more money if they sold high-end jewelry...very high-end jewelry. They had just gotten in the most expensive shipment of jewelry to date from an exclusive outlet.
Bridget worried about security at the mall, but Monica assured her that they had the alarm button under the counter that would bring mall security. Their store was small by mall standards. There wasn't a big entrance like the huge stores. Their store had a regular door and a nice big display window. The store, itself, had one big display room. There were no back rooms or offices. Monica had designed the store to be a visual delight. There were display cases on the walls, as well as in the big window, but the highest-end merchandise was at the back counter.
Bridget and Monica were more than just business partners...they were roommates and friends with benefits. Monica was the artistic type and the people person....the main sales person. Monica was constantly updating their displays. She was 5' 4", well-endowed with short brunette hair with bangs swept above her right eye. Bridget was 5' 3" with long blond hair. She was the financial ace of the company. She kept the books. Often Bridget would be behind the counter inputting information into their computer. Only when pressed would she becomes a sales person.
Both women wore the same outfit. A blue skirt, a white silk blouse, a light blue silk neckscarf and, of course, matching blue heels. The idea was to look upscale. They wore name tags because they wanted costumers to know them on a first name basis.
It was about 20 minutes before closing. It had been a long and tiring day with little profit to show for it. That was when the movie star came in. Bridget and Monica had no idea if she was a movie star or not, that was their nickname for her. The woman had been in their store several times before always wearing a silk headscarf tied under her chin, dark glasses and gloves. She looked like a movie star from the 1950's or 60's. Tonight was no exception. The colorful floral silk scarf she wore was designer quality. Then there was the black evening dress and the long black gloves. Not to mention the black high heels. It was odd that she was carrying a large black bag or purse. That didn't go with the outfit really. Both women considered the look to be very sexy.
On past visits the woman had been interested...extremely interested in their high-end jewelry and when it would arrive. In hindsight, it was obvious to Monica and Bridget why she had that interest.
The woman was looking at the display near the window. Monica went to greet her.
"Our new line of jewelry is in. Would you like to see it?" she asked with a smile.
"In a moment..." the woman said while looking at specialty pieces in the display. Behind the dark glasses, unseen by Monica, the woman's eyes were not looking at the jewelry, but darting from side-to-side checking out the store.
"I hope you don't mind me asking," Monica said with hesitation, "Bridget and I were wondering if you were a celebrity of some sort. I mean, women wearing headscarves are rare these days, unless it is for religious reasons. Or is it a bold fashion statement?"
"Can you keep a secret for the next few hours?" the woman smiled.
"Of course," Monica replied, but was clearly puzzled, "...the next few hours?"
"The headscarf and glasses are my disguise. The gloves are so I won't leave any fingerprints. You see I am robbing your store, honey" the woman whispered with a big grin as she put a small pistol into Monica's side where no one else could see it except Monica, "Now be a good girl and you and your partner won't get hurt...understand? No screaming. No attempts to alert anyone or to escape. I would hate to hurt anyone tonight"
"Okay..."Monica said in a shaky voice as she looked at the gun.
"Great...we're going to get along just fine," the woman said with confidence, "Now lock the door, give me the key, and put the closed sign up...you girls are closing early tonight" Monica looked at the woman. She didn't seem to be nervous. In fact, she was very relaxed, Monica assumed that she must have done this many times, which meant she was successful. A shiver went up her spine.
"Do it now, honey. I don't have all night," the woman said in more of a stern voice. Monica locked the door, gave the woman the key and put up the closed sign. The woman turned her around and they stared to walk towards the counter. Bridget looked up and the closed sign caught her eye.
"Monica, why did you put up the closed sign?" Bridget asked in an irritated voice and then she saw the gun pointed at Monica's stomach. Her hand started to move toward the edge of the counter.
"I wouldn't. I have no desire to hurt you ladies, but if you hit the alarm button, you will leave me no choice. Then we will all lose," the woman sneered at Bridget, who put her hands up, "Don't be an idiot, girl. Put your hands down and step back from the counter" Bridget complied, her eyes darting to the alarm button under the counter.
"What are you going to do?" Bridget asked the woman in a defiant voice.
"Bridget, just do as she says. The jewelry isn't worth our lives," Monica hissed.
"She wants to steal our livelihood. I want to know if the bitch is going to kill us, as well" Bridget hissed back.
"Bridget, may I call you Bridget? We are all going to get down behind the counter as if we are looking for something. I am going to make sure that you two are silently secure, which is for your own good, by the way. Then I am indeed going to take your all of your high-end inventory off of your hands. Not to worry, you'll still have all of your costume jewelry. Then I am going to leave you here save and sound, perhaps a bit inconvenienced, but none the worse for wear"
"That is like $100,000 worth of merchandise. Do you have to take it all?" Monica asked in desperation.
"Actually, that is whole sale. It is more like $400,000 retail. Somehow I don't think this bitch cares," Bridget hissed.
"Shall we get down behind the counter, ladies?" the woman asked as she continued to point the gun while hiding it from view, "Face away from me and put your hands behind your back" All three women disappeared from outside view.
"I don't understand," Monica said in a puzzled voice.
"Monica, she is going to tie us up and gag us like they do to women on TV so we can't alert anyone. Is that about right?" Bridget hissed.
"Correct...only I think you will find it more effective that what they do on TV shows," the woman replied, "Now I want to warn you that the gun is still handy. If you try any heroics, I don't have to shoot you. I WILL hit you over the head with the gun, which is really painful and could kill you...so behave yourselves and we will all get along just fine"
"I've never been tied up before or gagged. Its rather exciting," Monica said with a nervous smile. The woman got lengths of cord out of her black bag.
"Monica, don't be an idiot," Bridget rolled her eyes as the woman wrapped cord around and between her wrists. The woman then tied Monica's wrists behind her back. Both women tested their bonds and realized that they weren't going to get free easily.
"Now we come to the part that most women hate and I enjoy the most...the gag. I would suggest that you don't fight me on this. I am going to put a wadded up handkerchief in each of your mouths...all the way in. Just remember to keep your tongue behind the wad and you will be fine," the woman explained.
"Is the handkerchief clean?" Monica asked.
"Honey, I assume so, but I honestly really don't know and I don't care. They were taken from another job, just like I will take some of your high-end silk scarves you use for your displays. Somethings are just handy to have...open up," the woman said and then slowly pushed the large man's linen handkerchief into Monica's mouth. Monica was surprised at how it filled her mouth. In fact, she couldn't close her mouth. The taste of cotton triggered her taste buds. She was relieved that it tasted clean. It wasn't offensive at all. The woman pulled Bridget's silk neckscarf off of her neck, refolded it, gently pushed Monica's head forward to insure a tight tie and secured the scarf as tightly as she could over Monica's stuffed mouth. The apex of the scarf hung down over Monica's chin. The woman reached around and tugged at it. Monica knew immediately that the scarf wasn't going to budge easily from its position on her face, which meant that the wad in her mouth was going to stay in her mouth. She tried to talk and no words came out and very little noise. The woman behind her chuckled. Monica realized that this certainly wasn't how women were gagged on TV.
"Your turn, honey," the woman said as she put a big wad of linen handkerchief in front of Bridget's face.
"Go to hell, bitch. You aren't mmppphh...." Bridget hissed until the woman grabbed her chin and forcibly stuffed the large wad in her mouth, past her teeth. Bridget retched as the wad triggered her gag reflex. She struggled to get her tongue behind the wad so it wouldn't lodge in her throat. She was unaware that the woman had pulled Monica's scarf from her throat and refolded it. Bridget was still trying to adjust to having the wad in her mouth when the woman looped Monica's scarf over her head, positioned it so that is covered both Bridget's nose and her mouth. The woman pushed Bridget's head down, pulled the ends of the scarf back behind her head and made a half knot over Bridget's blond hair. She pulled as hard as she could, causing Bridget to grunt. The woman secured the knot and then pulled Bridget's head back so that it rested on her shoulder. The woman gave a yank at the apex of the scarf covering Bridget's lower face to insure that it would hold. Bridget could feel the woman's headscarf against the side of her face and she could smell the woman's perfume. despite the scarf being over her nose.
"That over the nose gag is for you calling me a bitch. Your coworker is a bit heavy on applying her perfume. Did you know that silk scarves absorb perfume, honey? They absorb it like a sponge. I do hope you like her perfume because you are going to be inundated with it for the next few hours, forced to inhale it. Of course, that isn't the worse part. That scarf is of only modest thickness so you will still be able to breathe through it, but you will find that your desire to struggle will be diminished due to lack of air. Oh, and the bridge of your nose will become sore...an unpleasant side effect of a tightly tied over the nose gag. Next time someone points a gun at you...and with a store like this one, there will be a next time...I suggest that you give the person holding the gun a little more respect. Understand?" At that moment, the woman reached around, cupped each of Bridget's breasts with her full hand and squeezed hard. Bridget gasped through her gagged mouth. The woman allowed her hands to slid down until she had Bridget's nipples between her fingers, easily found despite the silk blouse and bra hiding them. She squeezed the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Bridget screamed through her gag, but little noise came out. The woman pushed Bridget away.
The woman quickly tied Bridget's legs above the knees and at the ankles. She also tied Monica's legs, but below the knees. She left them there leaning against the counter on the floor as she survey the high-end jewelry. The keys to the display cases were on the same ring that had the door key. She opened the case and held up a necklace to admire. The woman seemed unconcerned that she might be seen.
Bridget was fuming. That bitch was not only going to rob them, but she sexually assaulted her...at least that was her opinion. Monica was apparently in a daze and unwilling to challenge this robber. Bridget couldn't get to the alarm button without Monica's help and there was no help coming. Bridget wondered if Monica was actually enjoying her bondage adventure. Bridget looked on the floor. She had knocked over a holder of pencils and pens when she initially tried to go for the alarm button. Yes, there was a pen on the floor. It might be within reach. Bridget strained as Monica watched her with fascination. It was like she was watching a heroine on one of the crime shows she loved to watch. Bridget was able to touch the pen. If she missed on her attempt to pull the pen closer, she would likely knock it out of reach. Bridget caught her fingernail on the pen and slid it closer. She felt it with her fingers and was able to grab it with her bound hands. Bridget started to stretch towards the alarm button...so close and yet so far. She might be able to reach it with the pen, trigger the alarm and catch this bitch in the act.
It was at that moment that Monica came out of her daze. If she tried to get out of Bridget's path to the alarm button, she would most likely alert the woman robber. If she stayed where she was, Bridget had a small chance to actually activate the alarm. It was a silent alarm that went to the security office. It was closing time for the mall. Two of the three security personnel would be around the exits of the mall. It could take them five or ten minutes to get to where their store was. If the woman realized what Bridget had done, she might hurt or even kill them.
Monica shook her head and grunted softly for emphasis. The woman turned and saw what Bridget was trying to do. She bent down, took the pen from Bridget's hand and slapped her back and forth across her scarf covered face. The slap was designed to sting, not do damage.
"I was going to leave you like that figuring that you would figure out how to trigger the alarm after I left. But you had to be stupid, Bridget. And don't blame your friend, I was keeping an eye on you. Monica is naturally subservient. Not you...you have to be the hero. Now you will both be stuck here for a few hours, instead of a few minutes," the woman said as she pulled Bridget away from the counter with the alarm button. She then went and pulled a couple of high-end silk scarves from one of the display counters. She was surprised to find that they were perfumed with a pleasant sent...no doubt Monica's doing. She folded each large scarf into a triangle and folded it down. Monica didn't resist the blindfold, which the woman secured with a bow. The apex of the brightly colored floral scarf hung over her nose. She seemed to inhale deeply. The woman folded the other scarf into a band. She didn't want anything else to cover Bridget's nose. She grabbed the squirming Bridget, held her, and tied the scarf over her eyes, securing it with a tight bow. Bridget's struggles subsided. She lay there quietly.
20 minutes later, the woman smiled to herself...two pretty women, bound, gagged, blindfolded and helpless. The way she liked the women she encountered in this line of work. This job had gone about as well as she could have hoped. Tomorrow morning, the jewelry would be fenced and she would be on to her next job. She turned off the main lights in the store, leaving on only the side lights, which are normally left on at night...no need to arouse suspicion. She unlocked, went out and then relocked the door to the store. No need to bid them farewell. Monica and Bridget would remember their encounter with her for the rest of their lives. And maybe, if she was contracted to rob them again, she might get to tie them up once again. The woman took off the dark glasses she was wearing and exited the mall. She deposited the set of store keys in a mailbox. She walked to the far end of the mall to where her car was located, out of sight of any video cameras. Getting in the car, put the car in gear and exited the mall. The woman took off the silk headscarf.
Monica and Bridget waited. It had been a long time since they thought the woman had left. Bridget was the one to struggle first, of course. But then she stopped. Indeed the scarf over her nose limited her breathing...the bitch. She had to stop to catch her breath.
For Monica, the thrill at being tied up was dissipating. She had never told Bridget about her fantasy of being tied up, gagged and taken by a masked man or woman...Monica could go either way. Only, she hadn't been taken. She wished that woman had been sexually-minded, instead of so business-minded. Instead, she was just tightly bound and gagged. And being gagged wasn't as exciting either. The wad in her mouth was getting really wet and the knot of the scarf at the back of her head was creating a sore spot. She didn't have Bridget's thick hair to protect her where the knot was. She knew that she was suppose to struggle, but she also knew it was hopeless. Monica also didn't want to get rope burns on her wrists or legs. Being blindfolded, she no longer knew where the alarm button was located. The woman had moved her some before ransacking the store. The one thing that Monica could do comfortably...providing a certain type of distraction...was to move her legs back and forth. At least that was more like the robbery experience she had hoped for. Truthfully, she never wanted to be robbed in real life, of course.
It was getting warm. The air conditioners were turned off at night to conserve costs on electricity. Then Monica and Bridget heard the guard making their rounds. He or she was at their store door. They screamed as loud as they could. The guard, a woman, stopped for a second and then moved on. Their gags had done the job they were designed for. And they worked every time a guard checked on their store. T he wad in their mouth was now smaller, which made the the gag a bit more comfortable, but it was still extremely effective and neither woman had figured out how to rid herself of it. The wads were smaller because the wads were soaked with spittle, which in turn soaked the scarves over their mouths. First, the scarves became wet where their mouths were and then the wetness traveled along the scarf towards their ears. The scarves were literally matted to their faces now. At some point, the entire scarf would be soaked. And they now drooled uncontrollably onto the carpet, as they were turned on there sides.
At some point in the evening, something happened that is never shown on television or the movies. At different times, both Bridget and Monica gave up trying to hold it and felt a river of warm liquid run down the front of their leg and pool on their skirt. By this time both were starving, but grateful that they hadn't eaten solid food since having an early lunch.
It was 5:14 am when Bridget finally figured out how to get her blindfold off. She managed to find the corner on a storage bin behind the counter. She rubbed the back of her head until she caught the scarf bow. It took several tries, but finally she succeeded in pulling the bow up and over her head. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Bridget realized that the woman had turned her around. She was at the far end behind the counter. No one would see her there. She looked at Monica, who was....sound asleep. Monica was also still blindfolded and blocking access to the alarm button. Bridget gave up and the %*!%$ alarm button.
Bridget began an extremely slow trip towards the other end of the counter. Get past that and she would be in full view of the people walking past their store in the morning. Trying to move lengthwise when you are tightly bound is a very slow and frustrating process. Bridget heard the guard check their door for the last time just after 6am. She didn't even try to scream.
At 9am the people, all women, began starting to filter into the mall. A small crowd began to gather in front of the upscale jewelry store. Cellphone camera pictures and video were being taken. The women were pointing and talking. Some were giggling.
Bridget slowly woke up and looked and saw the people looking at her. Then she realized how her struggling had left her. Bridget's skirt was around her waist. That meant that those women were photographing her and her stained panties. What was bad enough, but then....Bridget's blouse had popped some buttons and her efforts to move into view had pushed her bra up enough that one breast was rather obvious. She turned red with embarrassment and tried to roll over and hide...everything, which was impossible.
Even Monica had managed to get her blindfold off...finally. She was smiling under her gag at her partner. Bridget turned and looked at the crowd again. And there she was ...the woman who had robbed them. Wearing a different outfit and gloves, but still with a headscarf tied under her chin, a different headscarf...one of their scarves from their display...it was definitely her. The woman smiled and waved. Then she disappeared. Bridget cursed through her gag. She wanted to find that woman and strangle her with that headscarf.
Bridget wondered when someone would notify security...it seemed like a long time had gone by...apparently they were enjoying the show too much. Then she looked at Monica again. She propped herself up and hit the alarm button with her head. Bridget rolled her eyes with frustration.
Fortunately, Bridget's and Monica's losses were covered by insurance, although they never ventured into the high-end jewelry business again. After they resolved their differences concerning the robbery...which took a few days, rumor had it that Monica got her fantasy fulfilled with Bridget's help.
The End
