"Miss Smith chews it over."

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MISS SMITH CHEWS IT OVER



Miss Smith gently applied the foot brake as she drove slowly down the slope into the
underground parking lot. She stole a glance at the dashboard clock. It was just after ten
o’clock in the morning. She soon found a vacant parking slot and began to turn the wheel to
manoeuvre into the space, pausing to allow two young ladies to walk across the front of the
bonnet, and then she eased forward to bring the car to a halt. Miss Smith turned to her
passenger.

“Better put your security badge on before we go in, Jean,”

“That’s a point” her passenger replied “I doubt that anyone here would recognise us as we
haven’t audited this place before.”

“Yes, it’ll be interesting to see how strict their security control is; after all, a security review
is part of the audit programme” reminded Miss Smith.



Miss Smith had recently been promoted to the head office audit team. She had heard through
the grapevine that she had been personally recommended for the post by Rupert Deveraux,
Corporate Director of Security and Integrity. ‘He’s seems to have taken a shine to you’
someone confided to Miss Smith. “Oh, that’s nonsense” she had retorted, secretly flattered.
But whatever qualities had been recognised in Miss Smith has also been recognised in her
friend and colleague Jean Starling as both had been promoted at the same time. They enjoyed
working together and had been an obvious choice for the audit of the branch which they were
visiting today.



Miss Smith secured the car and looked around for the lift to the ground floor. “It’s over there”
Jean gestured, nodding towards a shaft a few yards ahead where she could see the two ladies
who had passed in front of their car earlier. “Oh, that’s kind of them: they’re holding the lift
door for us” as Jean quickened her pace.



“Thank you very much” Jean responded. One of the ladies smiled in acknowledgment.



The lift doors closed, there was a slight pause and the lift began to descend.



“Oh, we’re going the wrong way” Miss Smith exclaimed.



“No, actually we are going in exactly the direction intended” replied a firm, commanding
voice which immediately starting ringing alarm bells in Miss Smith’s imagination. She turned
to look at the speaker and froze. The snub nose of a small automatic was pointing straight at
her. But it was the evil look in the holder’s eyes which caused Miss Smith to fear that this
was about to become her ultimate bad hair day.



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Miss Smith’s eyes focused on the wall in front of her. She studied the spider which was
making its way slowly across the bricks. Miss Smith did not usually concern herself with the
life style choices of spiders, but anything would have done to take her mind off her present
circumstances, which looked gloomy in the extreme and on which Miss Smith would rather
not have dwelt. When the lift had reached the lower basement level, the two auditors had
been forced out at gunpoint and hustled along a dimly lit corridor to a small utility room
where they were made to face the wall with their hands behind their head. There was a
pregnant pause for about two minutes during which little could be heard except the muffled


voices of the gun girls as they spoke and giggled together, then one of the gun girls stepped
forward and gently pushed the auditors’ legs apart with her foot.



“That looks really sexy, don’t you think? Well cut suits, nice material, beautifully shaped,
tight skirts with a hint of visible panty line. Did you have them specially tailored for you?”
asked one of the gun girls as she reached forward to trace the outline of Miss Starling’s
panties.



“Yes” stuttered a flustered Jean.



Spider enthusiast Miss Smith had already formed the opinion that the two gun girls had gone
to a great deal of trouble to plan whatever they intended to do; they had obviously known the
movements of the auditors, they knew their way around the building and somehow or other
had obtained access to the utility room in which they were now held captive. The gun girls’
interest in the auditors’ business suits was a key concern.



“What do you want?” pleaded Jean. “Our credit cards, money?”



One of the gun girls, slightly taller than her partner in crime, moved to stand closer to Miss
Starling. She chuckled. “Thanks for the offer, but that is not what we want. Actually, Miss
Starling,” she continued, reading the name on the security badge which Jean was wearing,
“We want your identity; we want to be you.”



“What do you mean?” asked Miss Smith who was anticipating confirmation of her suspicions
about what was likely to happen next.



“It means, Miss Smith, that today’s audit will be conducted by us, not by you and your very
attractive colleague here. Your role will be to provide the props for our performance. Your
identity badges will enable us to gain access to the bank upstairs and the very elegant
business suits which you are wearing will enable us to play our parts to perfection. Oh, and
we shall also need your shirts as well, the items we are wearing are really not suitable to the
occasion.”



“They are rather nice suits, too” the other gun girl opined. She moved forward slightly to join
her colleague “I like the way the fabric hugs their hips: it makes their butts look really sexy.
Do you think it will make me look like that?” she wondered, now moving her finger tips to
trace the outline of Miss Smith’s underwear. “I wonder what colour panties they’re wearing?”
she purred.



“Well, we’ll see in a minute” said the other gun girl “And that, ladies, if you haven’t worked
it out already, is your cue to strip. Let’s see some elegance, too. I know this is a robbery, but
put some style into it, act as though you are turning on your favourite boyfriend, not
undressing to take a bath. So entertain us: we like to enjoy our work, don’t we?” she asked,
turning to her colleague.



“You bet! O.K. girls, get those skirts off: let’s see your panties.” she replied, waving her gun.



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“Not a bad fit, I suppose” observed the taller gun girl studying her partner “Just try not to
bend over, that’s all.”



“I shouldn’t try to do the buttons up on that coat if I were you, either. You’d better undo
another button on that shirt, too, while you’re about it. It might lose the struggle.” she replied.



Jean Starling and Miss Smith stood studying the torments to which their business suits were
being subjected. With the automatics waving in their faces, they had reluctantly stripped
down to their underwear as ‘elegantly’ as they could. Jean had not reached an acceptable
standard at the first attempt and had been ordered to take off her skirt three times before her
performance was deemed worthy of approval, while Miss Smith’s efforts to unbutton her
shirt received constant criticism. Eventually, satisfaction was achieved and the two auditors
were left standing in their underwear. Well, not quite standing in their underwear: the gun
girls thought that, although the traditional pose of ‘hands behind the head’ could be rather
erotic – especially if the victim was skirtless and wearing a tight blouse or a smart jacket – it
could be a little boring, so Miss Smith and Jean Starling were ordered to grip the waistband
of their panties and give themselves a wedgie instead. It kept their hands occupied and gave
the auditors something pleasant to think about, and if the colour of Jean Starling’s face was
anything to go by, it had certainly been effective. Jean had suffered additional embarrassment
when her pantyhose had been pulled down to her knees so that the gun girls could admire the
little yellow ducks printed on her panties. Miss Smith’s plain white cotton panties, on the
other hand, had been dismissed as unworthy of further study.



“Right, ladies, you have been very co-operative” thanked one of the gun girls, adjusting her
stolen identity badge. “We are leaving you now, but we need to make sure that you will
remain quiet for the next hour or two, so we will have to tie you up and leave you here. Oh,
and we want you both to strip – everything off – now!”



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To say that Miss Smith was embarrassed would not do justice to her present circumstances.
Miss Smith was mortified, disconcerted in the extreme and utterly humiliated. Even her bank
robbery training as a teller had hardly prepared her for the situation in which she now found
herself. The robbers had taken their victims’ clothes, except those items which they had used
to secure the hapless auditors, and had tied the two girls face to face, lashing them together
with their pantyhose and some binding tape which they had obviously brought with them for
the purpose. Miss Smith and Jean Starling were looking over each other’s shoulders, cheek to
cheek, a pose they were forced to adopt by the binding tape which had been wound around
their heads. The tape had also been wound tightly around their bodies so that the slightest
movement was difficult, and inevitably shared by their partner. Their arms had been secured
behind the back of their colleague so that the palms of their hands were on the other’s
buttocks. Having a naked female body – a warm, damp, responsive body at that – pressed so
close to her own, was a new experience for Miss Smith and – she suspected – for Jean, too.
She didn’t know quite what to make of it. She hadn’t made up her mind yet whether to curse
or thank the robbers. She would reserve judgment on that. Miss Smith gave an involuntary
shudder as Jean’s finger tips stroked her butt. She felt Jean instinctively respond to her own
digitised reply. But if lashing the auditors together wasn’t enough, the fiendish robbers had
silenced the two friends by stuffing their own underwear in their mouths. Well, that wasn’t
quite true. Jean had had her own bra stuffed in her mouth, but Miss Smith soon realised that
the panties on which she was chewing were not her own. Whether the robbers had


deliberately stuffed Jean’s yellow duck panties in Miss Smith’s mouth to add to her
humiliation or whether it was simply the result of chance was unclear. La Mousse de Canard
it was not. Unfortunately, the tape wound around her mouth deprived Miss Smith of any
opportunity to remedy the situation. In the meantime, until they were rescued, she decided
that it was useless to struggle, so she settled down to cuddle Jean and to put the crutch rope to
good use instead. Miss Smith knew it was called a ‘crutch rope’ because she had seen an
illustration in a copy of the ‘Number One Big Boys’ Bumper Book of Bondage’, a well-
thumbed copy which she had discovered under her boyfriend’s bed. Page 129, if she
remembered correctly; indexed under the letter ‘C’. There it was: ‘crutch rope’, sandwiched
between ‘clitoris’ and ‘c*!t’, which, come to think of it, was rather apposite. The rope, soft
cord actually, had been tied around Miss Smith’s waist. The loose end had been drawn down
between her legs, pulled up behind her back and tied to Jean’s wrists; a double knot had been
tied along the rope so that, when pulled tight, the knot came into contact with an exciting part
of Miss Smith’s anatomy. Jean had been fitted with an identical piece of cord which was
attached to Miss Smith’s wrists. The gun girls had even taken the trouble to demonstrate how
the crutch rope should be employed.

“There: that should keep you amused until someone finds you. Enjoy this quality time
together – you can get to know each other really well!” the gun girls chuckled as they left the
two auditors to their fate.



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Rupert Deveraux smiled as he closed the file which he had been reading. It was entitled
‘Security Breach # 35/0008B’. A simple title, which only hinted at the drama described by
the contents which lay within the file’s pages. ‘8B’ was a code used to denote a particular
branch. ‘Security Breach’ meant more or less what it said, but covered everything from a lost
ID badge to a terrorist attack. ‘35’ meant an armed robbery.

The onsite investigation into the incident had been carried out by others within the business
and part of Deveraux’s responsibility was to review the report to see if any lessons could be
learnt from the security breach. This robbery had been a little out of the ordinary because it
wasn’t the usual type of hold up involving guns, a lot of shouting and threatening with a
minimum of cerebral input. In this particular case the sequence of events suggested that a lot
of thought and planning had gone into the hold up.



According to the report which Deveraux had just read, the robbers had been two females,
probably in their late twenties or early thirties. They were dressed in standard company
business suits and were carrying official security passes. It emerged that these items had been
stolen from two head office auditors who had earlier been kidnapped by the robbers as they
arrived in the underground staff car park. The two auditors, Miss Smith and Miss Starling,
had been taken to a utility room in the lower basement area where they had been forced to
strip at gunpoint. They were then tied up and left in the utility room where they were
discovered about an hour later.



The robbers, now dressed in the auditors’ business suits, gained entrance to the security area
by presenting the stolen security passes. When a sharp eyed employee noticed that the photos
on the passes bore only a superficial resemblance to the bearers, the robbers produced
firearms and subdued the staff. The manageress and staff were then made to collect all the
cash on the premises and place it in sacks. There were only three customers in the branch at
the time and they were ordered to sit on the floor. The tellers and manageress, having


gathered up all the money, were also ordered to sit on the floor in the customer area. The
robbers then left with a considerable sum of money and made a successful escape. At the
time of writing the report, they had not been apprehended.





Deveraux had followed the standard procedure in cases of armed robbery and had examined
the evidence from the bank’s security cameras. He also interviewed the victims and
witnesses. The tapes from the cameras showed that the heist had been carried out ruthlessly
and efficiently. The two robbers had immediately taken control and had subdued the staff
through the simply expedient of humiliating them: the manageress was ordered to remove her
suit pants and the tellers to take off their skirts. The manageress had at first refused, but the
threat of a robber’s gun immediately ended her resistance. The tellers had been more
compliant, immediately responding to the robbers’ demand that they should hand over their
skirts. Deveraux had spent over an hour reviewing the tape. The staff could be seen quite
clearly emptying their cash drawers and placing the contents in the canvas bags. He had used
the pause and zoom buttons frequently to view in greater detail any image revealing a teller’s
panties. He paid particular attention to the moment when the manageress had bent over to
empty the contents of the safe. The two robbers had obviously enjoyed themselves: at one
stage, a gun girl had playfully smacked the manageress’ bottom to direct her towards the safe,
while the other had entertained herself by twanging the elastic of the tellers’ panties. The
cameras also revealed that, before leaving the premises with the money, the two robbers had
ordered the staff to sit on the floor in the customer area, facing the customers, with their
hands behind their heads and their knees wide apart so that the customers would have a good
view of the staff’s underwear. One of the robbers was heard to heard to quip, reading from
one of the bank’s slogans which was displayed on the wall, ‘We are the caring bank: we like
to make our customers happy’. Deveraux concluded that the customers had indeed been made
very happy that morning.



Deveraux had later interviewed the staff from the branch, but they were unable to add
anything to that which he already knew anyway. The interviews were secretly recorded,
largely because Deveraux liked to play back the recordings in the seclusion of his private
office and which he had also edited for his personal late night indulgence. During her
debriefing, the manageress had fulminated against gun girls who not only humiliated persons
in authority by forcing them to remove their clothing in front of their staff, but who also steal
the pants of a very expensive designer label suit. Deveraux had pretended to be sympathetic
to the manager’s ordeal and had assured her that her loss would be covered by the insurance
claim. He managed to conceal his secret delight that a woman known in many quarters as a
pretentious, self-serving, trouble making gossip should have been forced to take her pants off
in public.



Deveraux, however, had been genuinely sympathetic towards the young, attractive tellers
who had sat in front of his desk to provide an account of their ordeal. Blushing, shuffling
with embarrassment, they provided the narrative to accompany the images from the security
cameras, describing the indignity of removing their skirts at gunpoint, the humiliation of
sitting in front of the customers so that they could see their panties, and the feeling of
helplessness when the gun girls waved the tellers’ uniform skirts in front of them to taunt
them before they stuffed the garments in the sacks with the money. Deveraux was confident
that the tellers had welcomed the opportunity to share their experiences with him and would
soon recover from their ordeal and be stronger as a result. He also made a mental note to
arrange for security cameras to be installed at floor level in the banks. This would be a


sensible policy if tellers were going to made to sit on the floor showing their panties. A
thought which led to Deveraux to contemplate a plan to issue tellers with panties displaying
the company logo, or even to sell advertising space on their underwear. The idea, needless to
say, remained in Rupert’s mind.



The interviews with Miss Smith and Miss Starling were, well, interesting. The accounts they
gave were far from complete, nor did the information they had provided coincide entirely in
every detail, but that was only to be expected: that was par for the course. They had both
described the uncomfortable moment when they were discovered. Apparently one of their
rescuers had unkindly taken a movie of them on his phone and downloaded it to the web
where it remained for a short time before being discovered and deleted. But that was only
after a few thousand visitors had downloaded the images. Deveraux expressed his sympathy
and offered the two young ladies a fortnight’s vacation, all expenses paid, to compensate
them for their unfortunate ordeal. He even suggested that, as they had obviously bonded
together so well during their incarceration in the utility room, they might like to contemplate
taking the vacation together. Of course, neither Miss Smith nor Miss Starling would have
been aware that Rupert Deveraux had secretly installed miniature surveillance cameras in the
utility room the day before the kidnapping, so that their ordeal was recorded in every detail
and stored on encrypted data on Deveraux’s private computer. Rupert had already spent hours
studying the images, marvelling at the inventiveness and resourcefulness of the two gun girls.
He particularly admired the scene where the two auditors were forced to remove their skirts.
Miss Starling, on her first attempt to satisfy their captors exacting requirements, had simply
dropped her skirt around her ankles and flicked it with her foot towards the gun girls. They
made it clear to Miss Starling that her efforts did not accord with their idea of elegant
stripping, so they had given her a few hints about skirt removal techniques. On her third
attempt, Jean Starling had produced an acceptable performance. Taking on board what the
gun girls had taught her, she had begun by turning her back to her captors so that they could
see her undo her skirt. Then the hem of her jacket was teasingly raised slightly so that the top
of the skirt was visible. The zipper was gripped between the thumb and first finger and
slowly pulled down. Jean was told to look over her shoulder at the gun girls and then to bend
her left knee. Deveraux, studying the image, had to admit that the effect was truly erotic –
these two girls knew exactly what they were doing. It was these little touches which made
viewing the scene extremely uplifting. Now the zip was down. Jean turned to the top of her
skirt and unfastened the clasp. She slowly loosened the skirt to tease the viewers with a panty
peep. Then she ran her fingers slowly round the waistband at the back of her skirt, gripped
and slowly lowered it to her ankles, holding the garment all the time. She then bent over to
free the skirt from her ankles offering a very exciting view of her taut panties as she did so.
Deveraux had to acknowledge that it was a first class performance. If Miss Jean Starling had
not known how to capture her boyfriend’s interest, she would now, he concluded; or even her
girlfriend’s interest for that matter. Deveraux made a note to include a lesson on skirt removal
in his bank robbery module for trainee tellers.



The binding of the two auditors was masterly in Deveraux’s opinion. The images had
captured the humiliation of the girls as they stripped off all their clothes to face each other,
completed naked. The skilful binding impressed Deveraux: little touches like the hands on the
partner’s butt, the imaginative use of the crutch ropes, the taping of the heads so that their
cheeks were together, and the underwear in the mouth. Very professional, he concluded. ‘Ah,
Miss Smith,’ he thought, ‘I have never seen you looking so nice. And you have considerable
merit too, Miss Starling.’








The corner table in the hotel lounge offered an ideal location for a discreet meeting. It was
away from public gaze and the surrounding furnishings muffled the quiet conversation of the
two young ladies and the late middle aged man sitting around the table. The two ladies were
clearly in good humour, their conversation occasionally punctuated by suppressed giggles.



“…and, Georgie, you should have seen her face when I told her to take her pants off; it was a
picture! She just stood there, blustering, getting redder by the second, so I just shoved my
Walther under her nose and told her her fortune. She soon took her pants off after that. She
was a real smarty pants, too: her undies must have cost a fortune.”



“Ah, yes. An automatic can be singularly eloquent” acknowledged George (who hated to be
called ‘Georgie’)



“The tellers were no problem at all.” Ruby continued. “They just stood there, opened
mouthed, watching their boss peel her pants off, and probably praying they wouldn’t have to
do likewise. They were soon disabused of that. I reminded them that we were head office
auditors and needed to confirm that they were complying with the company’s dress code, so
would they kindly take off their skirts so we could check the colour of their panties. I don’t
think they really believed us, but they took them off anyway. Nice skirts, too. Well-tailored,
expensive material. Look – I’m wearing one now”



George examined the captured skirt “Um. Very nice material. It’s sounds as if you not only
had a profitable day, but an enjoyable one, too.”



“Yes, you could say that. The Count was right when he said we would get a good haul today.
I shan’t ask how he knew” assured Chloe.



“The Count has his methods.” said George.



“Anyway, his share is in the suitcase. Everything he is expecting is there. But how will he
know we haven’t rooked him?” Chloe asked.



“It is widely known that The Count is quite unforgiving of those who attempt to deceive
him.” replied George with an air of subtle menace.



“Right. Well, mum did say he’s a straight guy and we could trust him.”



“Precisely.” George acknowledged.



Ruby looked at her watch. “Sorry to have to leave you, but we must be off now, Georgie: we
have a plane to catch to sunnier climes. If you need us again, you know how to find us.” And
with that, they picked up their coats, kissed George on the forehead, and made their way
towards the exit. Chloe paused to smile and gave a friendly wave. “See you, Georgie!”
George winced.








Rupert Deveraux finished counting the final pile of banknotes and jotted down a number on
the piece of paper before him. He added a list of figures in his head and gave a grunt of
approval. Exactly right. He returned the pile of notes to the suitcase and closed it. The door
opened and a man in his late middle age appeared carrying a tray and a large glass of single
malt whisky.



“Ah! Thank you, George: just what I could do with.” greeted Rupert.



“Everything satisfactory, I hope, sir?” enquired George, glancing at the suitcase.



“Perfect. Accurate to the final penny.” Rupert smiled. “It was a good idea of dad’s to suggest
Ruby and Chloe for the job. You will remember their mother is Helen, one of dad’s old, er,
business associates. When I was thinking aloud to dad one day about pulling off this heist, he
immediately suggested the two girls. He told me they have carried out a number of successful
jobs in the past and they are not short of grey matter which makes them stand out
immediately in this field. Yes, they came highly recommended. I like their style, too: one I
can warm to.”



“Talking of warming, sir, would you like me to attend to Miss Smith’s underwear?” George
enquired.



“Oh, would you please, George? That’ll be first class.” replied Rupert as he opened the
suitcase. He took out a small plastic bag containing a pair of plain, white cotton panties. He
glanced at the label. “Um. I see Miss Smith has moved upmarket to a superior brand. You
see, George, that’s what promotion does for you!”



THE END

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illustrations for the second part of this story ( author's notes)



" Miss Smith Debriefed"
In Part 2 of 'Miss Smith Chews it Over' we saw our delectable tellers, Aimee and 'Miss Neat and Tidy' being debriefed by Rupert Deveraux. Senior Director of Security and part time panty connoisseur I realised that the story lacked an account of the feedback from the Misses Smith and Starling about their own encounter with the robbers. An omission which has now been rectified thanks to the record kept by Rupert Deveraux of the actual interviews.




" Miss Starling Debriefed"

Here we see Miss Starling talking to Rupert Deveraux about her own experience.


Artworks by Cyntiaf