TAMARA GETS ENGAGED – PART 2: TAMARA CHOOSES A RING

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TAMARA GETS ENGAGED – PART 2: TAMARA CHOOSES A RING

On the following Tuesday, Tamara and Bruce were showed a few more rings and promised to return the next day. Everything appeared to be as Tamara had suspected. The procedures followed a habit which so clearly worked to Tamara’s advantage. The manager arrived first, followed by the staff as usual just before 09.00. The manager disappeared into his office and the two assistants were left alone in the store. Only one other person entered the store during the time Tamara and Bruce were there. That evening Tamara telephoned Melody.

“It’s on for tomorrow. Meet us at the agreed spot.” she said briefly.

“O.K.. We’ll be there” Melody confirmed, sounding more serious than usual.

The following morning meant a very early start. Bad enough, but Tamara had not slept much the night before. She doubted if the others had either. She and Bruce had to leave the two cars in the shopping mall car park before meeting Melody and Harmony in the station concourse at 8.30.

Tamara arose at 06.00, breakfasted and showered. She put on her best business suit and prepared her ‘kit’ as she called it. Large shoulder bag for the Skorpion, a collapsible holdall and a few essential items ‘just in case’ everything went wrong and she had to disappear for a while. She telephoned Bruce to confirm he was ready and then set off to collect the car.

Tamara met Bruce at the car park. They left the cars in the agreed slots and caught a service bus to the metro station where they met the two sisters. There was a formal exchange of greetings: it was difficult to be otherwise as everyone was keyed up and raring to go.

“Right, let’s go. Good luck!” Tamara said with feeling.

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Tamara and Bruce entered the store just after 09.05 and were greeted by a smiling Goldie. One of the downsides to this particular job was the frequency with which Tamara and Bruce had been seen by the store staff. But a hair rinse, change of style and new clothes should take care of that.

“We have almost decided” Tamara announced in a friendly manner. “May we see the ring we were looking at yesterday, please?”

“Certainly, Madam” Goldie responded, turning to the cabinet to extract a tray of rings.

The entrance door opened and Melody and Harmony entered. They were chatting together about the latest item of male interest that had joined the company last week. They were approached by an attentive Sandy.

“May I show you something?” she asked

“We were rather hoping to buy a watch for our mother’s birthday” Harmony explained “We are looking for something really special”

“I am sure we will have something of interest to show you” Sandy assured her customers, turning to produce a selection of watches from the cabinet.

Melody almost bit her lip contemplating the unwitting innuendoes in Sandy’s remarks.

Tamara casually glanced around. The manager was obviously in his office; alone she hoped. There were no other customers. Time to go. She caught Harmony’s eye and gave a discrete wink. Goldie was discussing the ring.

“This ring would look very nice on you, Madam; In my opinion it would be a good choice. Obviously, the decision is yours…” Goldie ventured.

Tamara lifted her hand up and turned her fingers so that the cluster of diamonds reflected the light. She was very impressed.

“What do you think, Darling?” she asked, turning to her companion.

“It’s very nice, but it very difficult to choose between this and the other one. Perhaps you would allow us to compare the two together.” Bruce asked, turning to the assistant.

“Yes, sir, of course”. Goldie replied and turned to unlock the display cabinet with the key that was attached by a chain to her skirt. She was optimistic about a sale this time. The couple had previously entered the store a couple of days ago and were obviously keen to buy a ring. They were getting engaged and wanted something very special. An extra effort to accommodate the customer would be appropriate on this occasion, she felt, and would clearly reflect in this week’s bonus. She retrieved the other ring from the cabinet and turned to show Tamara.

She froze. At first she could not immediately take in what had happened. Tamara was smiling at her as before, but there was a different glint in her eyes. The dew of the hopelessly-in-love fiancée had been usurped by a gleam of triumph, of excitement, with a hint of cruelty, even. The eyes seemed to be complemented by the menace of the snub barrelled Skorpion which was pointing at the assistant’s belt buckle. Goldie cringed. She could feel her bonus disappearing along with her stomach. A sale appeared unlikely on this occasion. She started to raise her hands.

“Oh, don’t bother doing that yet.” Tamara interrupted, “You won’t be able to reach the zip on your skirt from up there”.

“The zip on my skirt?” Goldie gasped incomprehensively.

“Yes, the zip on your skirt. I want you to take off your skirt. Your colleague as well” Tamara demanded, nodding towards Sandy. “I don’t want you running out of the shop to raise the alarm. Besides, I like to see business girls in their lingerie: they look so cute. I know my friend here has sufficient fortitude to tolerate the sight of young ladies in their underwear, too, so don’t feel shy.” she tormented, knowing perfectly well that the forced removal of their skirts had more to do with humiliation and control that with the prevention of an escape attempt.

“Take over” she told Bruce.

Tamara turned quickly towards the door and slid the bolts across leaving Bruce to study Goldie stepping out of her skirt. Then, she dashed past Melody and Harmony towards the manager’s office at the back of the shop. Speed was of the essence, she realised.

Sandy had almost passed out. One moment she was showing a wrist watch to the two business ladies in front of her, and then everything seemed to happen in a flash as her world turned upside down. She had glanced towards Goldie, puzzled by the comment about skirt zips, had seen the machine pistol and her stomach nearly let her down. All the training in the world does not prepare you for the real thing. It’s scary. The demand that she should remove her own skirt was rather unsettling, too. Sandy could see that Goldie was now lifting the hem of her jacket to reach the zip. She seemed to be on autopilot. Now she is thumbing the waistband of her skirt, lace appears and the skirt is around her ankles. Her shoes follow. She stops.

“Now the jacket” Bruce insists.

“Well, what are you waiting for, the next office party?” snapped an impatient Melody in Sandy’s direction. Impatient, but revelling in Sandy’s obvious discomfort and the knowledge that it was about to get much worse.

Sandy returned her eyes to the two business ladies who were now pointing matching PPK’s in her direction. Sandy starts to sway and feels very sick.

“Oh, and take the shoes off first,” demanded Melody “I don’t want you snagging the heels on the hem of my new skirt.”

“You don’t want me to gift wrap the watch, then?” was all the thoroughly disoriented Sandy could manage.

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“Drop your pants!”

Tamara was quite adamant. Mr Nicebutt was to lose his pants. Mr Nicebutt, to be fair, was rather bewildered. He had heard a sequence of unusual noises– it sounded rather like a zip being slid down followed by the muffled sound of objects being dropped on a carpet – from the shop and had got up from his seat to investigate. He had hardly taken a step before the door to his office had burst open and a rather attractive female appeared and demanded he lowered his nether garments. Mr Nicebutt was always willing to accommodate his customers; to go the extra mile as it were; but he could not recall covering this particular situation on the customer care course which his employer was so proud of. He wondered if the young lady might be experiencing difficulties in her present relationships and was seeking succour elsewhere. She certainly seemed determined in her efforts: the machine pistol indicated a real commitment to her ambitions and…

“Are you going to drop them, or do you want me to take them off for you?” Tamara threatened. And immediately wished she hadn’t. Her threat clearly failed to convey the appropriate air of menace. It sounded more like a promise, an invitation even, than a threat; after all, most warm blooded males, if given the option, would be absolutely delighted that Tamara should be given every opportunity to remove their pants. Even Mr. Nicebutt was beginning to wonder if Tamara was really a secret admirer who had the hots for him and this was her way of adding new depth of meaning to the concept of ‘serving the customer’. No, no matter how hard she tried, she was loosing it. She would have to assert herself and gain control, or she was in trouble.

Tamara reached forward, yanked down Mr Nicebutt’s zip with her free hand, rammed the muzzle of the Skorpion between his thighs, and made it quite clear to Mr.Nicebutt that if his pants weren’t off and the safe opened forthwith, it would be not only his employer’s loss of jewels which would cause him grave concern, he would be worrying about the loss of his own. It did the trick. Mr.Nicebutt complied.

Tamara studied Mr Nicebutt as he peeled off his pants. Just to tease him and to get her own back, she mocked his Road Runner boxer shorts. Secretly she thought they rather suited him and looked quite cute. And yes, he really did have a nice butt, she thought. As he knelt down to open the safe, a slight noise and a shadow across the light heralded the appearance of Goldie as she was being ushered into the office by Bruce. There was a slight odour of stockinged feet mingled with an attractive scent of perfumed underwear. Goldie had been divested of her suit and shoes and was down to her blouse and half slip and padded into the room with her hands behind her head. She was cringing with embarrassment but seemed to cheer up a little when she saw her boss kneeling before the safe. Obviously she would never see him in the same light again: how could she take seriously a boss who wears Road Runner shorts? But the glance that Mr.Nicebutt gave her as her lacy hem brushed his face suggested that he would also be looking at Goldie in a different way in future, too. At Bruce’s direction, Goldie lay on the floor and put her hands behind her back.

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Back in the store, Harmony was feverishly throwing watches and items of jewellery into one of the collapsible holdalls which had been brought for the purpose of storing the loot. Another holdall contained two recently acquired suits.

“Ahhh…”

Thump

“Ouch!”

Sandy had lurched forward and struck her head on the underside of the jewellery cabinet. Hardly surprising, given the circumstances.

Now suit-less and shoe-less, Sandy had been ordered to empty the cabinet and to be quick about it. She was painfully aware that her bending and stretching to reach the far corners of the cabinet was being studied with keen interest by the slavering gun gal who seemed keen for an excuse to use her Walther. Finally, in an effort to reach a watch from the cabinet her mini slip had ridden up to expose her garter belt. It proved too much for Melody who, resisting temptation no more, reached out and twanged the garter strap against Sandy’s thigh. Sandy took off…

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Back in the office, Tamara surveyed the scene before her. Mr Nicebutt was lying on the floor, trussed up with cable ties and duct tape. Bruce had done a good job. Alongside lay Sandy and Goldie, equally incapacitated. Tamara frowned. Something was out of place. She knelt down alongside Sandy and lifted the hem of her mini slip. Sandy began struggling and protesting behind the gag, convinced that a very personal item of underwear was about to be removed for future cataloguing and pinning on Tamara’s trophy board

“Shh!” reassured Tamara, placing her hand on Sandy’s back. She then slipped her fingers under the leg of Sandy’s panties and gently unwedged the fabric. “There, that looks tidier. It will be more comfortable for you, too.” Tamara consoled. She cared. She liked things to be orderly, too.

Tamara glanced at her watch. “Not bad, just over two minutes: let’s go!” and grabbed the bags before heading for the front door.

“Merde!”

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Two jewellery store assistants who appear in TAMARA CHOOSES A RING. Keen to serve you and to satisfy your every requirement...


(artwork by Gallows-Girl-Amy )

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