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by
phair
“Aggie Moorehead?”
“Of the New England Mooreheads. The New England, North Dakota Mooreheads, that is,” Deni stated as she continued to type her alias into the name field of the bank account she was creating.
Sawyer squinted to get a clearer look at the information on the screen before asking, “New England, North Dakota?”
“Yes, just south west of Bismarck. But, most of the family prefers to winter down south in Sioux Falls.”
“Seriously?” Sawyer asked in disbelief.
Deni smirked a bit before turning away from the computer screen to answer. “How many TSA guys are gonna think twice about a pale, skinny chick in a heavy winter coat carrying a US passport saying she’s from North Dakota heading for Oslo with stop overs in St Paul and Amsterdam.”
“Seriously?”
“But,” Deni chuckled as she continued, “my fictitious little bumpkin alter ego misses her connection in St. Paul and has to go to JFK to catch a connection to Brussels.”
“You’re going to St. Paul from here?” Sawyer asked with some confusion. “Wouldn’t it be easier to go directly to New York?”
“Aggie’s just gonna show up at JFK with the uncancelled eticket for Amsterdam from St. Paul. Her missed connection’s ticket. She’s switching carriers in mid trip because she’s so annoyed with Delta making her miss the connecting flight with their chronic delays.”
“Convoluted but clever, I guess,” Sawyer offered limited support for the plan.
“Damn straight, it’s clever. Sweet little Aggie is even shifting her European drop off to Brussels because the Lufthansa flight is cheaper and she’s heard their service is better. She’s planning on taking a train from Brussels to…,”
“Amsterdam?”
Deni shook her head. “To oblivion.”
“You mean, it’s safer for me not to know where you’re heading when you finish robbing us,” Sawyer said as she shifted nervously in the chair she was currently chained to.
“No, I mean it is safer for me to keep you uninformed.”
Sawyer nodded and looked away under the implied threat.
“Besides, I’m only gonna rob Eugene. I don’t want your money. I want my money. Now,” Deni changed the subject and lightened her tone, “let’s get that cash moved from here to there.” She paused before asking, “Any idea how we might accomplish that?”
“Huh?” Sawyer was speechless.
“You got any idea how to move money from one of Eugene’s accounts into good old Aggie’s newly established bank?”
Sawyer stuttered slightly, “You mean, you figured out everything except how to get the cash?”
Deni shrugged a little. “Can’t think of everything. Even well thought out plans can have holes in them.”
“Gaping holes,” Sawyer clarified. Her handcuff chains clinked when she drew back as Deni shot her a dirty look. “Whoa, I’m just agreeing with what you said.”
“Thanks for the support,” Deni rolled her eyes. “So, back to my gaping hole, as it were. How do I move the money around?”
Sawyer bit her lip as she thought. She nervously tugged on her handcuffs as if she was checking how secure they held her. Unconsciously, she shook her head with the resistance she felt.
“Come on,” Deni was exasperated. “You rich people never carry cash. How do you get at your money?”
Sawyer’s eyes flashed with a sudden idea. “Every month money automatically transfers into our shared account from Raphael’s GMT account. We can go into his account and change the date and amount to be transferred.”
Deni nodded then questioned, “How do I get it out of the shared account?”
“I’ll just call my bank and have money transferred to Aggie’s bank account.”
“Good thinking, Sawyer!” Deni grinned.
Deni pulled the key to the handcuffs out of her pocket. She leaned over to unlock Sawyer’s chains. The battered woman flinched slightly when Deni touched her.
“Sorry,” Deni muttered without looking up. “Can you make the changes to Eugene’s account?”
“Sure. What are you gonna do?” Sawyer asked cautiously.
Deni grinned, “I’m gonna make us another round of drinks.”
She stood and moved her chair out of the way. While Sawyer was massaging feeling back into her wrists, Deni slid Sawyer and her chair across the hard polished floor to place her in front of the computer. Sawyer didn’t wait to be told to get to work. She immediately began to type. Deni whistled happily as she strolled into the kitchen to fix a potent drink for herself and her conscripted hostess.
“Problem,” Sawyer called from the other room just as Deni was putting the milk back into the refrigerator.
“Coming,” Deni huffed and grabbed the drink. “What’s wrong.”
Sawyer waited for Deni to reenter the room before explaining her remark. “I did this three times. The money looks like it transfers and the balance drops to zero but when I quit the task the balance returns to two hundred and fifty thousand. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
“Does it give you a message or anything?” Deni asked and pulled her chair close to Sawyer’s.
Sawyer said, “Stupid thing says action completed but then the balance bounces right back up.”
Deni thought for a moment before grabbing the cell phone and handing it to Sawyer with a firm command, “Check the account you moved the money to.”
Sawyer shrugged and began to dial. She pressed the numbers icons as she moved through the automated program. Pausing, she listened and her eyes grew wide in disbelief.
“How much?” Deni asked already knowing the answer.
“Three quarters of a million dollars more than I had twenty minutes ago,” Sawyer answered.
Deni smiled. “He’s got money automatically transferring into his account from someplace else. Can you find out where?”
“It should tell us on the statement page,” Sawyer said even as she was navigating the screen menu.
“Sweet!” Deni exclaimed when the information listed on the screen. “I hadn’t found the Bank of Ohio account. That brings us up to fifteen separate accounts,” Deni announced.
Sawyer shook her head glumly, “So far.”
“Here, baby, have a drink. It’ll cheer you up,” Deni teased as she passed the glass to Sawyer. “I’m going to do a little more banking while you get smashed.”
Sawyer accepted the drink and began to sip even as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
“My fingers are killing. What a hard day’s work,” Deni joked.
Sawyer was polishing off her third cocktail with a long swig.
“Another?”
Sawyer shook her head. “Better not. I still have to call my bank. Don’t want them to think I’m dead drunk.”
“Good point.” Deni agreed. “Let’s get the transfer going.”
Sawyer nodded. She cleared her throat and set her glass next to the computer screen. She accepted the phone from Deni and began to press the icons. Holding the phone to her ear she waited.
“Yes, could you connect me to Wallace Jones. Thank you.”
“Wait,” Deni whispered. “Why are you moving the money? He’ll ask, I know he’ll ask if you know him by name. He’ll worry.”
Sawyer shook her head slowly as she answered the voice from the phone. “Mr. Jones, Sawyer Thayer-Roman, I have some business I need your help with. Yes, transferring funds. A significant amount I’m afraid. Yes, there is a cash flow problem for a project I’m developing. I need to transfer two point five million from the GMT account to a Citi corp account. Yes, Agnes Moorehead. Last four digits of her account is 9230. Yes, I’ll wait.”
Deni looked worried.
Sawyer hushed, “Relax. Almost done.” Then she turned her attention back to the voice on the phone. “Yes, that’s correct. When can I tell her the funds will hit her account. It should read as pending now…and after nine tomorrow available for withdrawl. Great. That is tremendously helpful. Mr. Jones, thank you for helping with this. Yes. Yes. That’s why I use GMT; superior service everytime. Thanks again. Yes, I will, you too.”
Sawyer pressed the icon ending the call. She offered the phone back to Deni then place her arms back on the chair arms waiting to be chained again.
“Done?” Deni asked unable to conceal her anxiety.
“Done.”
“Really?”
“Sure.” Sawyer saw her answer did not satisfy Deni. “You don’t think that was the first time he got a call like that from me, do you? You don’t think that’s the largest amount I ever transferred over the phone, do you?”
“Isn’t it?”
“No. Granted it is not routine but is far from exceptional.” Sawyer sighed. “What happens now? Have you figured out this part of the plan? You have to wait until tomorrow morning to access the cash from your account. Are you going to lock me in the bathroom and get some rest? Are you going to chain me up again and run off? What are you going to do now, Aggie?”
Deni laughed. “That ain’t really my name.”
“I know but it is all I want to to know you as. Don’t tell me anything that you might have to kill me for. I’d like to hold you to your word about not killing me.” Sawyer sighed, “Just tell me what to do next and I’ll do it. No questions asked.”
Deni grinned, “What if I said I want into your pants?”
Sawyer said nothing. She undid her pant’s button and zipper.
“That easy, huh?” Deni grunted.
“Yes. Whatever you want. That easy. There’s a vibrator in the night stand drawer. I think there might be a butt plug and lube there too. You want me on the floor or back upstairs. It could take me a couple of minutes on the stairs because I’m a little more tipsy than on the way down but it’s making my foot hurt less,” Sawyer paused. “I’m babbling. Sorry. Just tell me what to do.”
Deni tried to shake off her surprise. “You want me to fuck you just like that?”
“Fucking me would be the least offensive thing you’ve done to me today, so suit yourself. Just, please, don’t hit me anymore. I’m really tired of hurting. And, I’m too exhausted to keep being scared of you.”
Deni stood and walked over next to Sawyer. She leaned down and kissed the top of Sawyer’s head. Her hand moved almost on its own to the open zipper. Her fingers lightly traced the smooth skin revealed beneath.
“Shaved?”
“Yeah, Raphael likes it that way.”
“What about you? You like it that way?”
Sawyer shook her head gently in time with Deni’s petting. “No, it’s a pain in the ass to keep up with.”
“You like that vibrator you got upstairs?”
“Yep,” Sawyer leaned closer to Deni to rest her head against Deni’s firm thigh. “I like it best when my ass plugged. Raphael hates to use toys. He thinks he should be enough.”
Deni laughed. “If I remember correctly, Eugene was not so long and not so hard for so long.”
“You got that right.”
“Want me to make you feel good?”
Sawyer whimpered and whispered, “Yes.”
The fireplace was crackling with a growing flame when Deni descended the stairs from the master bedroom. Tucked under her left arm was the goose feather comforter from Sawyer’s bed. Deni’s right hand clutched the velvet bag retrieved from Sawyer’s nightstand. It carried a distinctive feminine scent which brought a welcome warmth between Deni’s thighs.
Sawyer was seated on the hearth right were Deni left her. She was staring at the fire while shifting the hissing logs with the heavy black poker. Deni frowned at the potential weapon in the woman’s hands.
“Forget fooling around with the fire, toss a few of the sofa cushions onto the floor,” Deni tried to keep her tone light.
She felt a twinge of relief when Sawyer racked the poker back onto the stand. Sawyer didn’t notice Deni’s initial concern nor her subsequent relief with her compliance. Instead, Sawyer dutifully followed the directions.
Once the cushions were scattered across the floor, Deni snapped the comforter open. She let it drift down on its own accord. Her view of Sawyer was momentarily blocked. When she saw Sawyer again the woman was topless and squirming to get her pants off quickly. Deni was slightly disappointed she didn’t get to remove the clothing herself.
“You in a hurry or something?” Deni said in a mocking tone of voice.
“Sure, why not.” Sawyer replied evenly.
“If you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to,” Deni began to have second thoughts.
“No, it’s fine. I won’t say it’s rape if that’s what you’re worried about. I took my clothes off myself. Even started a romantic fire. I’m a tiny bit drunk so this is closer to a date than it is to an assault.”
“Except I broke into your home, beat you up, cut off your toe, and robbed your husband,” Deni listed her offences.
“Okay, a really bad date. But, at least you’ve had your hands on me more than Raphael has in the last six months.”
Deni couldn’t resist the taunt, “Our husband not holding up his end of the marital responsibilities?”
“He’s probably cheating on us, don’t you think? So many bank accounts, so many trips lasting weeks at a time, so many secrets; it stands to reason,” Sawyer said as she awkwardly lowered herself to the newly made nest of pillows and blanket on the floor, “it’s most likely, he’s got somebody in every city he travels to. Ha, I’m probably not even sloppy seconds. Most likely just a forgotten leftover.”
Deni watched Sawyer stretch out across the blanket at her feet. Despite the bruises and cuts, Sawyer was unbroken. She possessed a dignity Deni doubted she had ever experienced in her own life. It made Deni hungry to taste somebody so strong. She stripped off her clothes with such urgency she tore the seams. Once starkly naked, Deni straddled Sawyer and squatted with her head toward Sawyer’s feet. She dumped the contents of the velvet bag between Sawyer’s spread thighs.
“You got a nice ass,” Sawyer mentioned as she began to caress the rounded flesh.
“Thanks,” Deni mumbled and lubed up the butt plug. “You ready or you need some warming up?”
Sawyer chuckled but answered, “Just fuck me now.”
“Okay,” Deni agreed and a grin crept across her face.
Deni’s heavily coated middle finger began to tease Sawyer’s puckered hole. She pressed and withdrew according to the moans and sighs her actions created. She bit lip to hold back a whimper when Sawyer’s lips bestowed sweet kisses to her upturned ass. When Sawyer’s tongue swept around her own puckered hole, Deni shoved the plug deep into Sawyer’s darkness. Sawyer merely grunted and continued probing Deni’s ass with her tongue.
Deni could resist no longer. She tucked into Sawyer’s sex and sucked in the ample juices waiting there. Long and slow strokes got Sawyer’s fingers digging into Deni’s pussy but her tongue never slacked off with her divided attention. Deni’s eyes squeezed tightly closed and stars flashed. Breaking for air, she gasped mutely with no strength for words. Sawyer skewered her sending a jolt of sweet pain through Deni’s trembling body. Deni fumbled to recover the vibrator and shoved it deep into Sawyer’s sopping cunt. It took all Deni had left to depress the button sending the toy into a buzzing frenzy of life.
“Oh fuck!” Sawyer screamed.
“Exactly,” Deni sighed as she rested her check against Sawyer’s sweaty thighs and breathed in the sweet smell of the other woman’s orgasm.
A tap on Deni’s shoulder got her head turning before her brain kicked back into gear. Her eyes widened with the name her mouth was about to speak.
“Eugene?”
“Yep!”
His fist smashed into her jaw sending her world to darkness and her body tumbling over, freeing Sawyer at last.
