"A Night at the Friendly Inn" by TommyVictim

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: A Night at the Friendly Inn

I looked at my watch and saw it was 11:45pm. I sighed with relief because in another fifteen minutes, my shift as a room clerk at the local Friendly Inn motel would be over and I could go home. Don't get me wrong: I was thankful to have a job, especially in tough economic times, but this line of work was demanding and uncomfortable. To begin with, I had to wear a prescribed uniform, which consisted of a white, long-sleeve dress shirt, red vest, black bow-tie, black slacks, black dress socks and dress shoes. This wardrobe had to look immaculate, because at the start of each shift, me and the other clerks and the maids would all line up to be inspected by our shift manager, Artie McGoon. Artie was a fanatic about spotlessness, and the smallest piece of lint on the slacks or the tiniest run in hosiery would set him off in a fit of rage. As a clerk, it was my main job to take requests from the guests and run to their rooms as fast as possible to meet their needs, no matter how trivial. My feet took a pounding in the dress shoes, and I was required to give the guests the biggest smile possible when addressing them, as if being an underpaid go-for was like being in heaven. As if this weren't enough, it was mid-summer and the humid temperatures left me damp with sweat long before the shift was over, and to just go home and strip was the brightest dream possible.

I walked down the hall of the third floor on my way to the staff office, where I would punch out for the night. It was a slow week for business, so every room on the floor was vacant. Along the way, I noticed the door to Room 321 partially open. I walked over and poked my head in.

"Pssst. Tommy." a feminine voice called.

It was Cara, one of the maids who worked my shift. She was short, with shoulder-length curly blonde hair, mid-40's witha regular figure. Cara lay on the bed with her head propped by a pillow and puffed a cigarrette. She wore a long-sleeve black blouse, which had the top two buttons unfastened and a black skirt. Her white apron was removed and placed on a nearby chair, and her regulation flat shoes were kicked off. She noticed me stare at her smooth legs in the beige pantyhose as she massaged one nylon-encased foot against the other.

"Hi. How are you doin'?" she cooed.

Cara was the eternal flirt. She had divorced a few years earlier and had since infatuated herself with practically any man who'd give her the time of day, including me. While I found her attractive, I kept my distance. Perhaps it was just shyness on my part, or maybe it was my policy against romantic entaglements on the job, but the temptation lingered.

"Cara! You know better than to lay around like this. If Artie comes by here and sees you, all hell will break loose." I figured if I sounded business-like, it would dampen her flirtation for the time being.

"Oh, Tommy, you're so protective!" she said in her slightly raspy voice brought on by the nicotine habit. " But, hey, don't sweat it, ok? We're out of here in a few minutes, and nobody's on this floor..except you and me." She flashed another playful smile.

Footsteps were suddenly audible approaching our room from down the hall. I motioned urgently, and Cara, in what seemed like one lightning maneuver, rose, stubbed out her cigarette, buttoned up her blouse, leaped into her flats, donned her apron, smoothed her skirt and stood beside me. In the doorway stood a man and woman, both Latin. The man was my height and size, and the woman's dimensions were very similar to Cara's. The man had one of his hands in his jacket pocket, while the woman carried a duffle bag.

Cara and I immediately transformed into our customer service mode.

"May we help you?" we both said in unison with our biggest smiles.

The couple stepped into the room. The man's hand emerged from the jacket pocket with a pistol equipped with a silencer, which pointed at us.

"Both of you back up and do as we say!" he commanded in broken English.

Cara and I raised our hands and stepped back.

"Wow!" Cara said softly. "Eight years on this boring, dead-end job, and we're finally having an interesting night."

My heart was in my throat, so I couldn't speak at first. Finally, I said something.

"Look, me and the maid here don't make much money at all. We're not worth robbing. We can give you two a few bucks, how's that?"

The woman tossed the duffle bag on the bed, then closed and locked the door. She gave me a stern look.

"No, Amigo, that won't do at all. We're after much more than that." she said in slightly better English. "Me and my partner have come to rob this motel."

Cara and I looked at each other wide-eyed and whispered in unison, "OMG!"

"Ramon, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. What now?"

"We can't carry out our plan with these two here, Cassandra."

"Yes, yes...so what do you think?"

The man grimaced and waved the pistol.

"It will slow us down too much to take them with us. I'll take them into the other room and shoot them. It'll be over quick and they won't make any noise about this."

"Oh,no, please." I protested.

"Uh, yeah, wait a minute." Cara piped in.

The woman gave a cross look to her cohort.

"Think, Ramon! Someone will hear that gun go off, and the police will be here in no time."

"How will they hear? I have a silencer on the gun."

"I said no, damn it!"

"So, what do you think we should do, Cassandra?"

There was an uneasy silence for a few seconds. Cara suddenly spoke.

"Excuse me, you guys, but I have an idea...if you don't mind."

Cassandra nodded.

"Well, there was a scene like this on the late show the other night..."

Cara was a big fan of those crime dramas on television. One of her favorite topics was any episode of any police show you'd care to name. Our assailants looked at one another and smiled.

"Oh, Senorita, so you have an idea?" Ramon said.

"Cara, what are you--"

"Quiet, Amigo!" Cassandra told me and motioned for Cara to continue.

"Anyway, there were these two robbers who wanted to knock over a hotel or something...", Cara said, "...and obviously they didn't want to arouse any suspicion, so they held a couple of the employees up and made them take off their uniforms. The robbers dressed up in the uniforms and were able to take the money without anyone noticing."

"I understand, Senorita." Cassandra replied, "but there's still the problem of what to do with the two of you."

"I was getting to that...you see, once the employees took their uniforms off, the robbers tied them up, and by the time the employees were found, the thieves were long gone."

I looked at Cara with my mouth hanging open.

"Do you have any better ideas, Tommy? It sure beats getting shot, doesn't it?"

I have to admit she had a point.

Cassandra thought for a moment.

"What do you think, Ramon?"

"Well, maybe. I see you're about the size of this woman, and I can fit into the Amigo's clothes too."

"Then that's what we'll do." Cassanra said. There was a brief silence, then she said to me, "All right, Amigo, take off your clothes."

I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Wait a minute! You can't mean..."

"Don't make us tell you again!" Ramon warned, as he waved the pistol. "Strip!"

There was no choice. I unfastened my bow tie, removed the vest, took off the shirt and laid them on the bed. Then I removed my shoes, pulled off the socks and climbed out of my slacks. I was now clad only in a pair of dark blue bikini briefs.

"Oh, Ramon, he's so...how do these Americanos say...hot?" Cassandra observed.

"You said that, not me!" her accomplice laughed.

Cara grinned. The eternal flirt.

"What are you smiling at, Senorita?" Cassandra asked.

"Oh...just enjoying the view!"

Cara noticed the stares of our assailants and got the message.

"Okay, okay, I know...it's my turn."

Cara removed her apron and tossed it on the bed. Next, she unbuttoned and took off her blouse, slipped her feet out of her flats, dropped her skirt and carefully removed her pantyhose. These items were also placed on the bed. She now stood clad only in a sky blue bra with matching thong.

"Ta-Daaaaaa!" she playfully said.

"Oh, Senorita, it's good that you have a sense of humor." Cassandra said. "It makes things go smoother."

She unzipped the duffle bag and removed several lengths of rope.

"I see you thugs come prepared." I said.

"We leave nothing to chance, Amigo." Cassandra replied. "Besides, this was your friend's idea, no?"

Cara stood still, arms crossed over her breasts, bare feet together, blushing.

Cassandra tossed some rope to Ramon, and he gave her the pistol.

"Tie him up!" she commanded her cohort.

I took a few steps backward and raised my hands.

"Please, this isn't necessary. You don't have to tie us up. I mean, all we have on is our undies. It's not like were going to run around like this, and we're not going to be in a hurry to call anyone because we'll be so embarrassed to be seen like this."

"Face-down on the bed, Amigo!"

I sighed and obeyed. Ramon pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists, palms together. He sat me up and tied my arms to my upper body, then tied my thighs together just above the knees. Finally, he tied my bare feet together at the ankles. I sat upright and squirmed a little, but it was obvious I was tied by an expert. I would need help to be freed.

Cassandra motioned to Cara.

"Senorita, sit next to your friend."

As Cara obeyed, she asked, "So, is this the first motel you've robbed? You two look like you've been on the run for a bit."

Cassandra handed the pistol back to Ramon, took some rope and approached the bed.

"This is the sixth of seventh one we've robbed, eh, Ramon?"

"Yes, something like that." he said. "There are many police from different states looking for us. We haven't had a good night's sleep in a while."

"Aw, I feel so sorry for you!" I barked.

Cassandra angrily pointed a finger at me.

"Amigo, no more outbursts from you! Sit there quiet, or we'll gag your mouth!"

Cassandra pulled Cara's arms behind her and bound her wrists.

"I'm surprised you're tying me." Cara said. "I thought your friend here would be doing that."

"Since we've begun our spree, we've had to tie up many." Cassandra said. "You'll find I know what I'm doing."

Cassandra tied the final knot on Cara's wrists with emphasis.

"Ow!" Cara moaned. "Okay, okay, I believe you!"

As more rope bound Cara's arms to her upper body, just above and below her breasts, she continued conversing.

"So, you two have a desparate lifestyle. I mean, robbing motel after motel, running from the police. You must really need the money."

"Yes, Senorita." Cassandra replied as he tied Cara's thighs together just above the knees. "Things were so hard where we come from. We were so poor. Nothing to eat and nothing to own. We don't really want to do this, but there is no other way. Eh, Ramon?"

"Si. No job. No hope. Just this."

"I'm so sorry." said Cara. "Me and Tommy really appreciate you not shooting us. In spite of what's happening, I really think you and Ramon have kind hearts deep inside."

I couldn't bite my tongue any longer.

"Cara!" I roared. "Don't sweet-talk these bandits! They steal for a living! They've robbed other places, and now they're going to leave us stripped to our undies and tied up while they rob this place too. Don't pamper them!"

Cassandra snapped her fingers at me and said to Ramon, "Gag him!"

Ramon took a handkerchief from his pocket, compressed it and brought it toward me.

"Damn you!" I cried. "You filthy thieves won't get away--"

The handkerchief was stuffed in my mouth in mid-sentence.

"Ummph!" I responded.

Ramon then took a red bandanna and formed it into a long cylinder. The middle of this was wedged between my lips while the two ends were tied behind my head, effectively gagging me.

"Mmmphhh..uhmphhhh..mmrrmmfff" I moaned as my gag was secured.

Cara gave me a look as if to say: well, they warned you, didn't they?

"There, Amigo. That should teach you manners!" Ramon said.

I bowed my head in submission.

Cassandra knelt and tied Cara's bare feet together at the ankles.

"I suppose you know the safe is in the motel office down on the first floor." Cara said.

"Si, Senorita." replied Cassandra as she stood up. "I'm surprised you're being so helpful about this."

"I don't know why either, I guess."

"All right, Ramon. It's time to put on their clothes."

"Um, Cassandra." Cara said. "Since you'll be leaving here in our clothes, maybe you could leave your clothes here for us to wear?"

"No, Senorita. We want you two to stay just like this."

"I know, just thought I'd ask." Cara sighed.

Moments later, Ramon emerged from the bathroom, dressed in my uniform. It fit him as perfectly as myself.

"Thanks for the clothes, Amigo!" he laughed as he patted me on the head.

"Nmmphhh! Ummphh!" I growled.

Cassandra picked up Cara's clothes and made her way to the bathroom to change.

"Uh, Cassandra?" Cara called.

"Yes, Senorita?"

"Be very careful as you put on my pantyhose. The shift manager is around here someplace, and if he sees a run, he'll go ballistic."

"Si. Thanks."

Cassandra emerged from the bathroom in Cara's uniform. It fit perfectly. Cassandra carried the uniform flat shoes in her hand.

"I want to warn you about those shoes." Cara said. "They're murder on your feet. I take them off every chance I get. I also talked to management about replacing them with something more comfortable, but they don't listen."

Cassandra nodded,then began placing hers and Ramon's original clothing back into the duffle bag.

"Ramon," she said. "Pull the phone cord from the wall."

"I really don't think me or Tommy will be using the phone much for a while, if you know what I mean." Cara said.

"Si, Senorita." Cassandra replied as Ramon pulled the phone cord out. "But in this business, better not to chance anything, no?"

Cassandra grimaced as she slid her feet into the uniform flat shoes.

"Ugh! Senorita, how do you manage to work with these shoes? They pinch."

"Hey, I tried to warn you." Cara replied with a wry grin.

Ramon suddenly became alarmed.

"Quickly, Cassandra. I thought I heard sounds from this direction."

The two bandits hurried into the other room, and we heard the sounds of the curtains being moved back as they looked.

"Psst. Tommy." Cara whispered to me.

"Mmphh." I nodded.

"I think they're getting ready to leave. They'll probobly gag me before they go, so I just want you to know a couple of things while I can still talk. First, after they leave, we need to get back to back so we can use our fingers to pick at each other's knots. That's what they did on that crime drama I saw the other night."

"Mmmmphh." I shook my head in amazement.

"The other thing is that I think this is soooooooo kinky being like this with you. It's the best night of my life!"

"Mmmphhh-hmmmphh!" I replied. I was feeling aroused. I could no longer resist her now that she said that.

Our assailants came back into the room.

"It was nothing." Cassandra announced and sat beside Cara.

"Senorita, I want you to know that you've been very pleasant to speak with during this time. I'm so glad we didn't shoot you."

Cara smiled and nodded.

"But," Cassandra continued, "I'll have to gag you. I hope you understand."

"Yeah, I know." Cara sighed.

As Cassandra wadded up another handkerchief, Cara said, "Cassandra, can I tell you one more thing?"

"All right, but be quick."

"Cassandra and Ramon. I'm very sorry you've come to the point in your lives. I really hope someday you'll no longer feel you have to do to others as you've done to us."

"I'm touched, Senorita. Now, open your mouth."

Cara sighed, closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Mmmph." she softly moaned as the handkerchief was stuffed in. Cassandra formed a scarf into a long cylinder and wedged the middle between Cara's lips and tied the loose ends tightly behind her head.

Cassandra gently ran her fingers through Cara's hair.

"As you Americanos say, mum's the word, no?"

"Mmmmph-hmmmphh." Cara nodded.

Cassandra and Ramon made sure the curtains were closed and turned off the lights. As they left, they placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside of the door and closed it.

"Bmmphh mmphh bmmphh" Cara moaned over her shoulder to me. Both of us wiggled until we reached the back-to-back position and tried to use our fingers to pick the knots which bound our wrists, but this was of no use after a while. We rolled onto our sides and faced each other. Cara tried to use her toes to work at the knot which bound my ankles, but this too was fruitless. As she attempted this, her bare foot rubbed against the hair on my leg, arousing me as I've never been.

"Mmmphhhh! Uhmmphhhh..mummmphhhh!" I grunted.

She saw the hungry look in my eye and responded, "Uhmmmphhh! Uhmmmphhh!" and nodded. For quite a while we lay there and moaned with desire. Yes, we wanted to be free from our ropes, but strangely, not because we'd been mugged, but because we wanted to come together. Previously forbidden thoughts of each other flooded our minds as we gazed upon each other's briefly clad bodies. Were we starting to be glad Cassandra and Ramon had done this to us?

The digits on the clock radio read 5:45am. We were exhausted from our struggles and did the best we could just to sleep a little. Suddenly, from out in the hallway, we heard the sound of a couple of women, Janie and Bess, two day-shift maids who were just making their rounds. Cara and I looked at each other. Do we try to cry out so they could hear us? Or was it better to hope they wouldn't come in, due to the embarrassment we'd feel at being discovered as we were? After a minute, we nodded to each other.

"MMmmmmmphhh! Hellmmmphhhhh!" I roared.

"MMMPhhh! Mmmmphhh! Mmmmmphh!" Cara cried.

"Do you hear that?" we heard Janie's voice ask outside the door.

"Yes, it's from right here in Room 321."

"Do you suppose there's a problem?"

"No. There's a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and from all the grunting and moaning I hear, there's probobly a real hot date going on in there.!"

We heard Janie and Bess explode with laughter as the sound of their flat uniform shoes clacked into the distance until they couldn't be heard.

"ohhmmphhhh." we moaned in disappointment.

The clock now read 6:45am. Cara and I felt many things by this point. We felt embarrassed at being stripped, bound and gagged by the bandits. We felt passion for each other as we gazed upon our briefly clad bodies. We were glazed in sweat from the muggy weather and lack of a/c. Our bodies were stiff from the ropes which bound us. Our mouths were like sand and cotton, so dry they were from several hours of wearing gags.

What a night! we thought.

Suddenly, the door flew open and in strode Artie McGoon.

"Tommy! Cara! So there you are!"

"Mmphhh..uhmmphhmmm" we moaned at him, helpless.

"Wow! You two will never believe what happened. A couple of people wearing motel uniforms came down to the office several hours ago and held Jenny the receptionist at gunpoint and made her tell them where the safe was. They tied and gagged her, then grabbed the money. While they were doing that, Jenny managed to use her foot to trigger the alarm button, and the thugs ran for it. They were apprehended shortly after."

"Mmmmphhh?"

"Yeah, a Latin couple. So, anyway, we didn't recognize them, but we noticed that they wore your nametags on their uniforms. Since you two didn't punch out at the end of your shift, we figured that they took your uniforms and stashed you away."

"Mmmphh-hmmmphh!" Cara and I moaned together as we wiggled, hoping Artie would get the message.

"Oh? You want me to untie you and remove your gags? Sorry you two, but the police are on their way to investigate further, and your ropes and gags are evidence. If I touched them, that might be tampering."

"Nmmmmphhh!"

"Anyway, the local tv crew is here to interview me. Maybe this publicity will bring in more customers. Well, gotta be going now. The police will be up here shortly. Don't go away, and make sure you don't blab anything about this until the cops say it's ok."

As Artie ran from the room, Cara and I looked at each other in frustration.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!"

--The End.