Vengeance at Red Rock Pt 4:- The House Goes Bust

[Stormtrooper1990]

It has been a couple of days since their success at Red Rock's gold mine and our heroes are keen to press their advantage. Only the The Silver Streak Casino and Red Rock's Brothel remain. Once again it will be Clinton who will present a daring plan; a heist at the Silver Streak during a high stakes poker tournament. Our heroes must for one night become outlaws to not only destroy McClaine's credibility but to divide his gang. Nancy must also come to terms with her blossoming relationship with Clinton, unaware that it may lead them into danger...


Red Rock Flophouse, Outskirts of Town, Tuesday 24th August 1884, 09:30am


"So which target do you think we should hit next, Sand? The Casino? Or perhaps the brothel?" Nancy asked as she washed down Sand's rattlesnake roast with a cup of water, pouring over the remaining documents from the manor. Sand, who had been even quieter than usual since Nancy had came home from her drink with Clinton two nights ago shrugged as she downed her rattlesnake. "Maybe you should be asking Clinton this. You've haven't stopped talking about him since that night."' Nancy leaned up from the table, brow furrowing at her hostility. "What do you have against Clinton, Sand? We wouldn't have gotten anywhere without his help." Sighing the Navajo walked around the table perching herself in front of her. "I'am not blind, I have seen the looks you give each other but I fear what his intentions are towards you. That he may be using you like all men use women." Nancy shook her head gently laying a hand on her friends shoulder. "Sand. You don't need to worry about me, I have a good feeling about Clinton and I don't think he means to betray us. But I don't deny I feel a connection with him. He is so ruggedly handsome and is such a gentleman." Sand laid her hand on Nancy's, squeezing it softly. "I will never understand you white people and your desire to connect all the time. All I ask is that you remain on your guard and maybe I will give him a chance. One chance." There was a double knock at the door, Nancy recognised it as their secret knock. Taking her hand away gently Nancy laughed. "I don't believe it! You're not jealous of us are you?" Sands face flashed a bright red. "W-what?! No! I-I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered as Nancy laughing opened the door wide, a big grin on her face.


"Good morning, Miss Cooper." Beamed Clinton doffing his hat. "You are looking as radiant as the sun on this fine day." Nancy giggled biting her lip. "Flatterer. Your looking handsome yourself, Mr O'Hara." Opening the door she beckoned him inside. "Miss Sand. A pleasure has always. Still watching her back I see?" Clinton said doffing his hat to Sand who returned him a respectful nod. "So how has McClaine reacted to our handiwork, Clinton?" Nancy asked leaning against the table, noticing a flyer clutched in the man's hand. "Well Nancy following your visits to the mansion and the mine, Four Fingers is getting suspicious that one of his lieutenants, Butch 'Mad Dog' Brannigan is plotting behind his back. Thanks to yours truly here leaving a false trail right to his doorstep. But we need something that will finally tip the scales. And this is where you come in." Nancy glanced at the flyer he had laid out in front of them. "Hmm? High Stakes Poker Tournament. Tonight 9pm at the Silver Streak Casino." She read out aloud.


Clinton nodded. "Yep, everyone who's everyone in the state and beyond will be there." Nancy flashed him a grin. "What? You need me to practice my tell? Because I'am not a bad card player, my uncle taught me a few tricks." Clinton laughed looking her up and down admiringly. "Has much as I would pay to see your poker face, that won't be necessary. I have something more in line with your particular talents. And I think you gonna like it." Nancy glanced at Sand before leaning against the table, arms folded across her breasts. "Do tell, Mr O'Hara." Clinton grinned leaning closer. "I have it on good authority that McClaine has invited the young Miss Eleanor Cavill, a singer all the way from New York to sing at the tournament. And she's bringing a maid to wait on her. Lucky for us, McClaine as never met her so it could be anyone who shows up. He wouldn't be none the wiser. What's more, I know the exact direction her stage will be coming into town from. So are you thinking what I'am thinking ladies?" Nancy and Sand flashed grins at him.


"That we are, Mr O'Hara. We intercept the stage on the road and hold up the women. Force them to strip and hand over their clothes and invitations. We can set up Sand as a mexican again, provided that they don't ask her to speak Spanish." The three exchanged smiles and nods. "Alright sounds like a plan, Miss Cooper. We'll meet on the outskirts of town around half six and take the stage by seven. Just cover our faces and mention Brannigan by name when we rob them." As Sand left to clean up their plates, Clinton gently took Nancy's hands in his. "You know I'am quite looking forward to seeing you in a dress, Miss Cooper." Nancy's face went the same colour as her hair as she squeezed his hands. "Well you should know this will be the first time I have worn a dress. It's not something I usually wear." Clinton smiled. "Well you wear other women's clothes all the time. This shouldn't be any different." Nancy giggled nodding her head. "Good point, Clinton." Removing his hands from hers, he gently rubbed her forearms. " I'am sure you will look beautiful in that ladies dress." Nancy grinned before planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks handsome. I better go and help Sand, I will see you tonight." She said walking out of the room, biting her lip seductively glancing over her shoulder. "Looking forward to it, beautiful." Clinton replied his eyes watching her ass until she left him alone.


5km from Town, due west of Red Rock, 18:58pm


Sitting astride their horses Nancy on her trusted steed Sidewinder wearing Sally's outfit from the manor plus Rattlesnake Rose's hat and poncho, the group espied the singers stage as it drew a large dust cloud behind it. Pulling her mask up, Nancy tossed the Henry rifle to Sand. "Alright let's ride. Sand come up and block the stage from the front, fire a shot over the drivers head to get him to stop. Clinton, you're with me let's flank the stage and give the women an old west welcome." With Sand peeling off to the right to head off the stage, Nancy and Clinton drew their revolvers riding their horses at a strong gallop closing in on the stagecoach, firing off shots into the air.


"Oh my god Sylvié! It looks like we're being held up by real life desperadoes! How exciting!" Cried an excitable Eleanor Cavill as she glanced out of the window, while her young french maid, Sylvié clutched her arm in safety. "Sacre bleu! We will be raped and killed! This is far from exciting!" She squeaked. Eleanor yanked her arm from her maids grasp. "Pull yourself together, Sylvié! This dress is from your native Paris and costs more than I pay you in a year!" She gestured to her long flowing silk purple gown, matching dress gloves and heels. Eleanor herself was an attractive woman, a true belle of the stage with classical aquiline features, high cheekbones and big doe shaped eyes. Her long curled honey blonde hair tied up in an elegant knot, with tresses hanging down. Her slender neck graced by a silver diamond necklace with matching dangling earrings and pearl bangle. While her maid Sylvié was pretty enough with gentle rounded features, shallow cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Her light brown hair tied into a knot at the base of her neck under her frilly maids hat. She was dressed in a less than flattering conservative black dress, with frilled collar, cuffs, little apron tied around her slim waist and buckled shoes. Suddenly a shot rang out bringing their carriage to a halt. At the back of her mind, Eleanor hoped that the driver hadn't been killed. She and her maid reared back as they saw two masked gunmen approached the carriage. The first, a man with piercing blue eyes smiled under his mask, cocking his revolver. "Good evening, ladies. Might we trouble you to get out of the carriage. Now." Eleanor blinked in surprise hearing a woman's voice.


"How dare you, you ruffians! We were promised in the telegram by Mr McClaine that we would be assured safe passage into Red Rock!" Eleanor said haughtily as Sylvie's eyes stared fearfully at Nancy's peacekeeper. Nancy laughed. "Well we don't work for Four Fingers, lady. Old Mad Dog Brannigan wanted to make sure that you received a proper Red Rock welcome. Now, get out of the carriage." At her shoulder, Clinton drew his revolver. "Unless you'd rather be dragged out, ladies." Glancing at each other the two women gulped before clambering out of the carriage. "There's a couple of good girls. Sand..." They turned to see the young Navajo holding up the young driver with her Henry rifle, pointing squarely at his back. Nancy grinned. "...it's time to give the man his nap." Sand nodded knocking the man behind the head with the stock, sending him crashing to the desert with a pained grunt. The two women grabbed each other in shock, as Clinton retrieved some rope from his saddle bag binding and gagging the prone form. Nancy turned back to Eleanor and Sylvié. "Now if you'd be so kind. Strip off your dresses. Take off everything underwear included. Chop chop!" Eleanor stood up straight while next to her Sylvié began to undress, a look of resignation on her face. " I will do no such thing, bandit! I'am from Brooklyn, do you think I'am afraid of the likes of you!" The slight timbre of fear in her voice betrayed the lie. Sand brought up her rifle aiming it right at the singers head. "If you'd prefer I could strip it from your cooling corpse. I have done the same to women just like you. We both have." Her hands shaking with terror, Eleanor began to remove her jewellery before loosening the straps of her dress letting it drop to reveal her firm buoyant breasts with perky circular pink areolas, her modesty covered by a long petticoat which was soon dropped to expose a full womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of golden blonde fuzz and pert bubble ass.


Within five minutes the two women stood completely naked, trying their best to hide their modesty but failing their clothing piled at their feet. Sylvié was even cuter out of her clothes with smaller breasts with puffy dark pink areolas and tiny clitoris topped with a thick trimmed strip of chestnut hair and firm plum shaped ass. "W-what do you intend to do now, bandits?! Ravish us? You're fellow women, for god's sake." Nancy grinned as Sand and Clint, who was being a perfect gentleman averting his eyes from the women but flicking glances at her, retrieved the last of the rope and gags from their saddlebags binding and gagging the women. Nancy noticing that Sand was gently caressing the maids nude form, admiring her body while the girl herself whimpered. I guess that explains why she's so protective of me and jealous of Clinton. She prefers the company of women. "You won't get away with this you th-mmmph!" Eleanor screamed through her gag as Clinton tied it on silencing her. Nancy chuckled. "We already have. Nighty night, ladies." She gestured to Clinton and Sand who struck the naked girls on the back of the neck with their guns, sending them tumbling into the ditch unconscious. Taking a deep breath, Nancy pulled down her mask. "Right, time to get ready for the ball. Clinton roll the driver in with the two girls, he's going to be very happy when he wakes up." Has the two women walked over to the clothing piles, stripping down completely naked Clinton dragged the unconscious man by his ankles over to the ditch rolling him between the two sleeping nude women.


"You look absolutely stunning, Miss Cooper. A damn sight better than she did in that dress at any rate." Nancy blushed at Clinton's kind words as she copied Eleanor's knot before putting on her jewellery. "Really? I don't know whether it's really me, you know? I'am more used to my jeans and shirts. Being a tomboy and all." Clinton turned from lashing their horses to the stage. "You look beautiful Nancy trust me. It really brings out your eyes." Next to her Sand scowled. "I truly look ridiculous in this garb. What am I supposed to do as a 'maid'?" Nancy and Clinton exchanged amused looks. "Your supposed to help me with things. You know carry things and help me with my make up." The young Navajo snorted. "I'am no one's slave! Besides you are more than capable of attending to yourself." Nancy shook her head. "I-look nevermind. We will be late if we stay here much longer." Picking up their folded clothes, the two women walked towards the carriage. Ahead of them Clinton opened the door offering Nancy his hand. "Your chariot awaits, Miss Cooper." Accepting his hand, Nancy clambered into the stagecoach a huge grin on her face. "Why thank you kindly, Mr O'Hara." Turning to Sand he offered to help her but received a scowl instead. Holding up his hands, he closed the door then clambered onto the front step. Feeling the carriage pull forward with the snap of a lash, Nancy took out Eleanor's make up bag using the hand mirror to look the part.



The Silver Streak Casino, Red Rock 20:27pm


"Alright, so far so good but remember Nancy you need to sing to really sell the disguise and try to blend in." Clinton said as the three stood before the opulent three story casino, their Stagecoach watched by two of McClaine's gang flanking the entrance dressed in smart suits, even the women. "Don't worry about me I know how to sing." Clinton and Sand's eyes widened in surprise. "Is there no end to your talents, Miss Cooper?" Grinning she winked coyly "Just stick around, I might surprise you." She flirted before taking a deep breath. "Where will you be, Clinton?" She asked as the man glanced towards the carriage. "I will park the stage around back ready to be loaded. Then I'll see about getting you two some fresh disguises. Just sing one performance and then head to your dressing room, I will take that as the signal." Nancy glanced at Sand who nodded. "Let's do this. Good luck everyone." Making a show of paying Clinton, she approached the entrance with Sand in tow as he boarded the stage wheeling it around the back. One of the men flashed a smile.


"Good evening, ma'am. Your invitation please?" Nancy snapped her fingers towards Sand who stood perplexed for a moment, before bowing and retrieving it from her apron. Nancy returned the smile handing the invitation over. "I believe Mr McClaine is expecting me. I'am Miss Eleanor Cavill of Brooklyn, New York." The man on the right nodded "So you're the great and beautiful Miss Eleanor Cavill? My apologies for the delay, Mr McClaine is just inside. He's eager to see you." He snapped his fingers instructing the man to hand over the invitation before standing aside. "Please allow me show you inside, ma'am?" Nancy nodded. "By all means sir, lead on." The two women fell instep behind the outlaw as he lead them inside.


As soon as they entered the opulently appointed bustling foyer marble walls lined with gold leaf and crimson carpets with gold thread lining the floors, Nancy's blood ran cold as the man who had haunted her dreams since that horrible night 11 years ago, 'Four Fingers' McClaine strode up to her his lined grizzled face breaking into a smile, appearing smart and presentable in his suit but Nancy knew it was all an act. "Miss Cavill. A pleasure to meet you at last, I've heard so much about that wonderful voice. I'am looking forward to hearing you sing tonight" He said holding out his hand. Those same mismatched eyes boring through her soul like they did so many years ago. It took all the self composure she had not to punch the bastard in the throat then and there. Instead she took his hand which he kissed. "Charmed, Mr McClaine. I look forward to bringing down the house." The two laughed as McClaine snapped his fingers at a passing young raven haired waitress; a pretty little thing with heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and pale green eyes, emphasised by dark makeup and framed by long curly raven coloured hair. "Yes, Mr McClaine?" The girl answered, Sand eyeing up her trim figure in the tight red with black lace trim strapless bodice dress and tails exposing her long legs covered by fishnet tights, strapped matching shoes and lace garter on the right thigh, a black lace cameo choker gracing her slender neck. "You there, girl. Could you please escort Miss Cavill and her maid to her dressing room so she can get ready? And while your at it, get something to wet Miss Cavill's whistle." The young girl curtseyed then gestured for her to follow. "I shall take my leave, Miss Cavill. Please enjoy my hospitality." Bading their nemesis farewell, Nancy and Sand followed the young waitress backstage to their dressing room.


09:00pm


When the clock struck nine, Nancy walked out onto the stage to the assembled throng all seated at their poker tables looking at her while Sand stood at the foot of the stairs. Flashing a nervous smile she cleared her throat, her throat wet with the small glass of whiskey brought by the waitress. In the crowd, she could see Clinton who flashed her a smile of encouragement. Recalling Dixie which her uncle had taught her, Nancy launched into a rousing rendition of the song that characterised the South. I hope there are some Southerners in who will appreciate this or I'am liable to get ran out of town. To her surprise the crowd roared their approval stamping their feet, even joining in on the chorus. Then after a standing ovation, Nancy made a show of coughing which drew a hushed silence from the crowd. "I'am so sorry but my voice has just gone. I might need to take a break to get my strength back." The crowd made a collective sigh of disappointment but gave her another standing ovation and whistles. In the crowd she nodded to Clinton who pulled over two young waitresses, one the girl who had shown to her room, the other an attractive auburn haired girl. Taking a bow, she left the stage rejoining Sand then went back to the dressing room.


The Dressing Room 21:10pm


Waiting patiently for their new disguises, Nancy and Sand heard a gentle knock at the door. Glancing at Sand, Nancy walked over to the door opening it to reveal the two pretty waitresses standing there with trays bearing bottles of water. "Miss Cavill? Mr O'Hara sent us with water to loosen up your vocals. May we come in?" The lead waitress, the girl who had served her earlier spoke up. She looked the girls up and down. Clinton has sized them up, they are both perfect fits. This girl is exactly my size... Flashing them both innocent smiles, Nancy opened the door wide to admit them. "Of course, my compliments to Mr O'Hara. Just place them over there on the table." Looking up at Sand, she gestured her to position herself behind the redheaded waitress closing the door slowly trapping them inside before placing herself behind the brunette. "Is there anything else you require of us, ma-what!?" The brunette asked before they were quickly seized from behind, arms snaking around their slender necks, applying pressure cutting off the blood flows to their brains. "Oh your dresses will suffice, thanks dears." Nancy hissed in the struggling girls ears. "S-stop it! Your hurting meee..." the young waitress let out a long low sigh as Nancy pressed her head forwards. Feeling the girl go limp in her arms, a similar sigh to her right informed Nancy that the redheaded waitress had also slumped unconscious in Sand's embrace. Exchanging smiles, the two women dragged the unconscious waitresses over to the chairs seating them before stripping off their old disguises.


"See what did I tell you, Sand. Clinton came through for us. You've got to cut him some slack now, surely?" Nancy said straddling the unconscious brunette, snatching off her choker and pulling off her gloves. Next to her, Sand shrugged already wearing the redheads accessories busily unlaced her dress from the side. "I guess he has some redeeming features, Nancy Cooper. I can see why you like him. I just prefer someone with a gentler touch." She said looking at Nancy's naked body longingly. Peeling the dress from the brunette's sleeping form, exposing her buoyant perky breasts with pink rose petal areolas Nancy turned to her. "Sand, I'am flattered you see me like that but I see you as my friend hell you saved my life. But I've always been into men, that's not to say I don't appreciate the sight of a naked woman, and your eyes are stunning. I'am not interested romantically, I'am sorry." Sand nodded pulling off the red heads dress admiring her smaller firmer freckled slightly pointer breasts, with dark red puffy areolas. "I understand Nancy Cooper. Regardless, I will always watch over you my...friend." Exchanging respectful nods, the two removed the waitresses shoes before whipping off their garters, fish net tights and finally their red silk panties, revealing the brunettes small tidy womanhood topped with a thick trimmed strip of black fuzz while the redheaded waitress had a fuller clitoris crowned with an auburn triangle. The two then quickly pulled on the waitresses undergarments before stepping into their dresses.


Once she had finished adopting the waitresses hairstyle, Nancy heard a knock at the door. The two women froze for a moment before hearing a familiar voice from beyond the wood. "It's me open up." Relaxing she glanced at Sand to keep an eye on the naked waitresses still sat in their cars before approaching the door to open it wide. "Good you got the disguises. I hope you were gentle with Abigail and Constance, they are good girls." Nancy looked at the two girls smiling. "More gentle then what we were with Eleanor and her maid, all told. What do you have there?" She said looking at the needles and bottles in his hand. " It's laudanum. We need it to keep them quiet for the next three hours, plus a little surprise for the guards down near the vault who happen to be women." It wasn't a moment too soon as the brunette, Abigail was beginning to stir. Taking the laudanum from his hands, Nancy took a measure of the sedative into the needle before handing it over to Sand. Straddling the stirring nude Abigail, she flicked the needle. "W-what happened...?" Was all she could slur as Nancy clamped a hand over her mouth and injected the needle deep into her carotid artery, pressing the plunger. Screaming into Nancy's hand, Abigail bucked for a moment then let out a low sigh eyes rolling back into her head as she slumped unconscious naked into the chair. Looking over she could see Sand had a much easier time as Constance was still sleeping. Still averting his eyes, Clinton opened the large closet. "Right let's get them stashed away, so we can discuss the next stage of the plan." Taking the nude waitresses under their arms, Nancy and Sand dragged them over to the waiting closet laying them slumped shoulder to shoulder before Clinton closed the doors leaving them in darkness.


"So what's the next step, Clinton? You mentioned something about a vault and guards?" Clinton nodded. "That's right. The vault is through the gambling floor on the basement floor, this place used to be a bank before McClaine converted into a casino. The combination is 5 left, 6 right, 3 Left and finally 1 to the right." Nancy crossed her arms across her breasts, grinning. "And just how do you know that, Mr O'Hara?" She asked teasingly as Clinton coyly returned a wink. "Benefits of being a former deputy sheriff ma'am. Now take the last of the laudanum, doctor the water and give it to the guards. It should put them to sleep so you can take their clothes and load on some of the cash using the dumbwaiter." Nancy held up her hand as the two women spiked the drinks. "Wait we're not stealing all of it? I thought we're using all of it to frame up Brannigan?" Clinton shook his head. "The jackpots over $5 million and that will take all night for us to load. We just need $2 million, drive it over to Brannigan's manor and that will be enough for McClaine." Nodding their heads in agreement, Nancy and Sand balanced the trays on their hands. Clinton opened the door wide letting them through. "Good luck, ladies. I will go and get a wagon ready." Flashing a wink, Nancy with Sand at her shoulder walked out of the dressing room before Clinton closed the door behind them and peeled off to the right.


The Gambling Floor, 21:25pm


Bowing their heads low, avoiding the gaze of McClaine who was too occupied watching the poker tournament Nancy and Sand using their disguises weaved their way through the bustling crowd holding their trays high and politely parting the crowd. Too focused was the crowd on the tournament they didn't even look at the two, nor did the other waitresses look up to see their unfamiliar faces. Not resting on their laurels, the duo headed down a wooden staircase coming to a large vault in front of them flanked by two smartly dressed female guards.


The Vault, 21:35pm


To Nancy's surprise, the young women were not wearing dresses but instead dressed in smart black suits with silk waistcoats, cravats, shirts and matching wide brim black stetsons. Their firearms concealed under their suit jackets. The guard on the left, a pretty woman with short ash blonde hair tied back into a short ponytail with freckled rounded features wore a bottle green waistcoat that matched her emerald eyes. While her companion to the right, a tomboyish tanned latina with big brown almond shaped eyes and short dark brown hair wore a red silk waistcoat. I never seen women wear such a thing but my uncle tells me it's popular in some the gambling house out east. Either way, we need their clothes. Flashing both women innocent, friendly smiles Nancy and Sand approached the women.


"Compliments of the boss. He thought you could use a drink in light of all your hard work." Nancy smiled as they offered the water to the unsuspecting guards. The blonde sighed. "It's a shame it's not whiskey but the old bastard always was a tight-ass, eh Carmen?" She said looking wistfully at the bottle before scooping it up. The Hispanic guard just shrugged accepting Sand's bottle. "Come on Bertha? You know we can't drink on duty. Besides, my throat is parched and we've been standing here for an hour straight. Let's live a little. Thank you kindly, ladies." The two guards uncorked the bottles and drank deeply. "Whoa..." Slurred Bertha as she backed up against the wall. "This is strong stuff. You sure there isn't any alcohol in this..." She said before sliding slowly down the wall unconscious, feet spread the bottle falling from her limp fingers. Catching it deftly, Nancy turned to see Carmen also slide down the wall. "W-what the fuck...?" She stuttered sleepily sliding heavy down the wall, clutching the bottle. "Sweet dreams, ladies." Nancy quipped using Clinton's safe combination, opening the large circular door wide before grabbing the snoring guards by the scruff of their jackets. "Right, Sand let's these two pretty but dim ladies naked then take what we came here for." Flashing her a wink, Sand followed Nancy dragging Carmen inside the vault then closing the massive steel door with a clunk.


Coming to a large square room lit with gas lights and lined with stacks of $100 bills and , the two women dropped the unconscious guards with heavy thuds and stripped out of their waitress disguises, including the undergarments, before getting to work stripping the sleeping guards. "Sand. Why didn't you tell me you were McClaine's daughter?" Nancy asked removing Bertha's hat, shoes then unbuttoning her jacket and waistcoat peeling them from her shoulders. Without looking up Sand pulled off Carmen's jacket and stetson. "How long have you known, Nancy Cooper?" She asked stripping off the latina's waistcoat then unstrapping her shoulder holster. Nancy slipped off Bertha's shoes before unfastening her trousers. "Ever since we got back from the mine. When Clinton and I had that drink. Why didn't you tell me before? I thought we were friends, Sand." She whipped down the woman's trousers and blue with white lace trim shorts, exposing a small clitoris decorated with a smattering of ash blonde hair.


Sand who had already pulled Carmen's long white chemise over her head, shook her head kneeling over Carmen's lithe naked form taking in her smaller breasts with circular perky dark brown areolas and full womanhood decorated with a thick triangle of dark brown hair. "I'am sorry, Nancy. We are friends and I should have told you sooner. I just wasn't sure I could trust you, but I was wrong. I promise once we are finished here I will tell you everything." Nodding, Nancy slid Bertha's matching vest over the woman's head, revealing her fuller firm breasts with light pink puffy areolas. "Alright, Sand. I will hold you to that." The two women got dressed in the guards clothes, including their underwear in silence.


When they were finished getting dressed with Nancy adopting Brenda's ponytail, they dragged the naked sleeping women into the corner of the room propping them up shoulder to shoulder. "Right Sand." Nancy rubbed her hands together. "We've got an hour to load $2 million dollars and Clinton's waiting for us. Let's get to it."


One Hour Later


Over the course of the hour, Nancy and Sand using the trolleys and dumbwaiter had finished loading the $2 million in dollars bills. Climbing into the dumbwaiter with the last of the cash, Nancy knocked the side of the small wooden box twice clinging onto Sand as Clinton above them pulled the up the dumbwaiter. They both blinked as the door opened revealing a smiling Clinton. "I have to say ladies, you really are looking really dapper in those suits. Especially you, Miss Cooper." Nancy giggled as they clambered out of the small space seemingly falling into the man's arms. "Why thank you Mr O'Hara. It's definitely more me than that itchy dress." Behind her Sand chuckled. "I don't know, Nancy. I thought you looked pretty in both dresses tonight." Both Nancy and Clinton blinked in surprise. "I'am surprised she actually speaks. But she's not wrong, although I preferred you in the waitresses outfit for obvious reasons..." Biting her lip Nancy gestured to the covered wagon, their horses already lashed to it. "So what's next? We load the last of the cash onto the wagon and take it to Brannigan's place, right?" Clinton nodded taking the last of the pallets from the dumbwaiter and loading them into the back of the wagon. "Alright saddle up, we've got one more stop to make."


Clambering onto the fore step, Clinton pulled Nancy up one handed next to him then she helped up Sand in turn. Lashing the horses with a cry, Clinton pulled the wagon out from around the back of the Casino, heading out of town towards Brannigan's Estate.


Brannigan's Estate, 22:45pm


Under the cover of darkness stars twinkling overhead like diamonds, the three evaded the poor security laid on by Brannigan's thugs thanks to Clinton's insider knowledge, wheeled the covered wagon around the back to the estates stables. Leaping off the wagons step, Clinton helped the girls saddle their horses. "You'll find all your clothes and equipment loaded in the saddlebags. It's been a truly magnificent evening, ladies." As Sand mounted her horse, Nancy stopped short of mounting Sidewinder one foot in the stirrup she turned to face him. "Wait? Your not coming with to celebrate us being one step closer to getting our revenge, Clinton?" The man shook his head, a look of sadness in his handsome face. "As much as I would like to come with you and....celebrate. Someone as to make sure Four Fingers knows just what a thief and a liar Mad Dog is." Nancy took his hands into hers, squeezing them. "Clinton are you sure? What if he suspects you and you get caught?" Clinton smiled gently caressing Nancy's face. "Don't worry about me, he doesn't suspect a thing Nancy. I will be fine." Letting out a contented purr, she leaned into his touch. "You better, you hear? I think I'm falling for you, Mr O'Hara." The two found themselves overtaken by their passion, leaning in Nancy and Clinton's lips locked together in a warm heartfelt embrace arms wrapped around each other. They stood together for what seemed like an eternity before Clinton pulled out reluctantly. "I think I've already fallen for you, Miss Cooper. But you have to go. Don't worry I will see you tomorrow morning, I swear it." Nodding tears of joy in her eyes, Nancy climbed onto sidewinder. "I will hold you to that, Mr O'Hara." She smiled before galloping into the night with Sand at her side.


Red Rock Flophouse, 23:45pm


"You love him don't you, Nancy? You haven't stopped smiling since we got back." The two women found themselves in their shared room in the flophouse, hearing the shouting and galloping of hooves outside as McClaine's men were searching up and down for the lost money. Giggling sitting on her cot opposite Sand, Nancy leaned back. "Of all the things that I thought I would find here in Red Rock, the very last thing was love and the touch of an handsome man. Clinton reminds me so much of my father, John." Sand nodded as she lay in her cot. "You are lucky to have found a man who cares for you the way Clinton does. My mother wasn't so fortunate." Leaning forward and pulling off her boots, Nancy gestured for her too continue. "Are you ready to tell me now, how your father wronged you and your mother?" Looking up at the wooden ceiling, the young Navajo took a deep breath.


"My mother was the same age you are now when she travelled with one of my tribes hunting parties that often ranged across the lands that your people call Arizona and California. They were happened upon by McClaine and his gang who fell upon them like a sandstorm to steal the skins they carried, they left only my mother alive..." Sand sniffled slightly tears in her eyes, Nancy could see just how difficult it was for the usually stoic Navajo to recount her story. "...McClaine then spared her so he could rape her, again and again before letting her go back to her tribe. My mother has lived with that guilt for 23 years and has suffered our tribes ire because of it. I made a pledge to her and the chief of my tribe that I would travel to Red Rock to hunt my own father, so that her honour is restored and the guilt silenced." She reached out her hand which Nancy squeezed gently. "I will bring back his scalp and present it to my mother and chieftain as proof that this crime as been avenged." Nancy nodded. "Then I will swear to you Rushing Sand, my most dearest friend to support you in this endeavour. McClaine will pay for what he has done to all of us." They sat there in solemn respect until Nancy switched off the lantern between their beds and both turned in for the night. With Nancy dreaming deeply of she and Clinton making sweet love.


The Morning of Wednesday 25th August 1884, 09:30am


"Damn it Sand. I don't like this! He said he would be here come the morning and he's running late!" Nancy said pacing up and down the wooden boards outside the flophouse, her spurs jangling. Standing leaning against the post watching her was Sand, always the picture of calm. "I'am sure he's on his way, Nancy. He probably just had to run an errand." Ahead of them in the high street, McClaine's thugs were herding the towns people into the square around a raised wooden platform at the centre where stood McClaine with his three lieutenants by his side and 'Mad Dog' Brannigan bound on his knees in front of him. Nancy shook her head. "Oh this doesn't look good. Perhaps our plan worked a little too well, let's listen in and hear what we can hear. Inching closer, the two picked up the outlaws booming voice.


"Last night it came to my attention that during the poker tournament, some idiots plotted with Mr Brannigan here to rob me, to rob our town. I have to come to reassure you that these outlaws will be brought to justice most swiftly. I have already arrested Mr Brannigan's accomplice, who it turns out is another of my employees Mr Clinton O'Hara..." Nancy gasped in shook her blood running cold at the news. "Oh my god. They have him. No, no, no.." Tears welling in her eyes as Sand supported her and McClaine continued. "I have taken Mr O'Hara into custody and will get the names of the female accomplices who assaulted and impersonated Miss Eleanor Cavill and her maid, soon enough. But for now treachery must be punished..." drawing his Buntline special Four Fingers aimed it at the base of Brannigan's head. "Do you have any last words! You yellow bellied thief!" Mad Dog whimpered tears streaming down his face. "Please have mercy, boss. In would never stab you in the bac--BANG!" The crowd screamed as the front of the man's head exploded in a shower of blood, bone and brain matter, his body hitting the wood with a dull thud! "And may his death serve as an example to the rest of you, who think they can steal from me!" He roared holstering his gun before stepping off the platform. "All right! Shows over folks, back to work!" Cried a female bandit herding people away with her rifle.


"Fucking shit, motherfucker! They have him Sand and we don't even know where. What are we going to do now?!" Nancy panicked as they walked back to the flophouse. But before the Navajo could answer, a little kid came running up to her clutching a piece of paper. "Excuse me ma'am? Are you called Nancy Cooper?" He squeaked, no more than eleven years old. Nancy stood silently looking at the child suspiciously. "How do you know my name?" The youngster smiled holding out the piece of paper. "Last night a really handsome man told me to give this to you, just before Mr McClaine rounded him up. Paid me 10 bucks to get this to a 'pretty red headed lady called Nancy.' " Grabbing the note from the boy, she paid him an extra ten dollars before he ran out of sight. She breathed heavily as she read just the one word showing it Sand. "Brothel. They took him to the brothel." She glanced up the street, seeing the three storey structure lined with red drapes facing them, prostitutes flanking the doors. Nancy then turned to Sand. "We're getting him out, right fucking now!"

[meditions142]

Wow, what a chapter. I do have to admit that I wasn't sure how much I would enjoy stories in this setting but this is spectacular.

First off, love the Eleanor and Sylvie scene. I always liked the idea of women cooperating and stripping and then still being knocked out anyway. Then loved the "Nighty night, ladies" comment as she signaled Clinton and Sand to knock the women out.

The team was a bit rough on the two. Between pistol whipping them unconscious and letting their bodies just fall into the ditch, They didn't seem to care too much about what they did to the women. I guess I can see it as Eleanor was a bit of a stuck up bitch but Sylvie was just a young, innocent maid. I liked Sylvie. Great description too: "Sylvié was even cuter out of her clothes."

Next we get the absolutely wonderful scene with Abigail and Constance. What a perfect, perfect scene. First off, we get a scene where the women are tricked by previously stolen uniforms. Then we get the wonderful description of the set up. "Looking up at Sand, she gestured her to position herself behind the redheaded waitress closing the door slowly trapping them inside before placing herself behind the brunette." A perfect scene of the two women going about their business totally unaware they are being trapped in the room and set up to be sent to sleepyland.

Then great description of the knock outs: "S-stop it! Your hurting meee..." the young waitress let out a long low sigh as Nancy pressed her head forwards. Feeling the girl go limp in her arms, a similar sigh to her right informed Nancy that the redheaded waitress had also slumped unconscious in Sand's embrace. Exchanging smiles, the two women dragged the unconscious waitresses over to the chairs seating them before stripping off their old disguises." And love the idea of putting the women in chairs to strip them. I especially like the idea of Nancy sitting down on Abigail to strip her.

I also really enjoyed Nancy and Sand having a very intense conversation while causally undressing the unconscious women.

Also great was the discussion with Clinton. Loved "I hope you were gentle with Abigail and Constance, they are good girls." Followed by Nancy's comment: "More gentle then what we were with Eleanor and her maid, all told." Nancy obviously knew they were a bit rough on the first two women the knocked out.

Next, of course you know I will always love a good scene of using sedative to keep women asleep. Like Clinton's comment when asked about the needle and bottles. "It's laudanum. We need it to keep them quiet for the next three hours, plus a little surprise for the guards down near the vault who happen to be women." Fun that Clinton thinks Abigail and Constance are nice girls but he has no concerns about qualms about drugging them to keep the asleep for hours.

And loved the idea Abigail was starting to wake up. Then very sexy scene: "
Wow, what a chapter. I do have to admit that I wasn't sure how much I would enjoy stories in this setting but this is spectacular.

First off, love the Eleanor and Sylvie scene. I always liked the idea of women cooperating and stripping and then still being knocked out anyway. Then loved the "Nighty night, ladies" comment as she signaled Clinton and Sand to knock the women out.

The team was a bit rough on the two. Between pistol whipping them unconscious and letting their bodies just fall into the ditch, They didn't seem to care too much about what they did to the women. I guess I can see it as Eleanor was a bit of a stuck up bitch but Sylvie was just a young, innocent maid. I liked Sylvie. Great description too: "Sylvié was even cuter out of her clothes."

Next we get the absolutely wonderful scene with Abigail and Constance. What a perfect, perfect scene. First off, we get a scene where the women are tricked by previously stolen uniforms. Then we get the wonderful description of the set up. "Looking up at Sand, she gestured her to position herself behind the redheaded waitress closing the door slowly trapping them inside before placing herself behind the brunette." A perfect scene of the two women going about their business totally unaware they are being trapped in the room and set up to be sent to sleepyland.

Then great description of the knock outs: "S-stop it! Your hurting meee..." the young waitress let out a long low sigh as Nancy pressed her head forwards. Feeling the girl go limp in her arms, a similar sigh to her right informed Nancy that the redheaded waitress had also slumped unconscious in Sand's embrace. Exchanging smiles, the two women dragged the unconscious waitresses over to the chairs seating them before stripping off their old disguises." And love the idea of putting the women in chairs to strip them. I especially like the idea of Nancy sitting down on Abigail to strip her.

I also really enjoyed Nancy and Sand having a very intense conversation while causally undressing the unconscious women.

Also great was the discussion with Clinton. Loved "I hope you were gentle with Abigail and Constance, they are good girls." Followed by Nancy's comment: "More gentle then what we were with Eleanor and her maid, all told." Nancy obviously knew they were a bit rough on the first two women the knocked out.

Next, of course you know I will always love a good scene of using sedative to keep women asleep. Like Clinton's comment when asked about the needle and bottles. "It's laudanum. We need it to keep them quiet for the next three hours, plus a little surprise for the guards down near the vault who happen to be women." Fun that Clinton thinks Abigail and Constance are nice girls but he has no concerns about qualms about drugging them to keep the asleep for hours.

And loved the idea Abigail was starting to wake up before being put to sleep again. "Straddling the stirring nude Abigail, she flicked the needle. "W-what happened...?" Was all she could slur as Nancy clamped a hand over her mouth and injected the needle deep into her carotid artery, pressing the plunger. Screaming into Nancy's hand, Abigail bucked for a moment then let out a low sigh eyes rolling back into her head as she slumped unconscious naked into the chair." And loved that Nancy yet again sits down on Abigail's lap,

Then we get a great dragging scene. First, Clinton's comment: "Right let's get them stashed away, so we can discuss the next stage of the plan." Then the description "taking the nude waitresses under their arms, Nancy and Sand dragged them over to the waiting closet laying them slumped shoulder to shoulder before Clinton closed the doors leaving them in darkness."

The whole scene was super sexy!

Also, I did really like the idea of taking out guards by giving them drugged drinks. The scene of the two women sliding down the wall as they got out is super sexy. And of course we get Nancy's great comments: ""Sweet dreams, ladies." and ""Right, Sand let's these two pretty but dim ladies naked"

Like I said, spectacular chapter!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Wow, what a chapter. I do have to admit that I wasn't sure how much I would enjoy stories in this setting but this is spectacular.

First off, love the Eleanor and Sylvie scene. I always liked the idea of women cooperating and stripping and then still being knocked out anyway. Then loved the "Nighty night, ladies" comment as she signaled Clinton and Sand to knock the women out.

The team was a bit rough on the two. Between pistol whipping them unconscious and letting their bodies just fall into the ditch, They didn't seem to care too much about what they did to the women. I guess I can see it as Eleanor was a bit of a stuck up bitch but Sylvie was just a young, innocent maid. I liked Sylvie. Great description too: "Sylvié was even cuter out of her clothes."

Next we get the absolutely wonderful scene with Abigail and Constance. What a perfect, perfect scene. First off, we get a scene where the women are tricked by previously stolen uniforms. Then we get the wonderful description of the set up. "Looking up at Sand, she gestured her to position herself behind the redheaded waitress closing the door slowly trapping them inside before placing herself behind the brunette." A perfect scene of the two women going about their business totally unaware they are being trapped in the room and set up to be sent to sleepyland.

Then great description of the knock outs: "S-stop it! Your hurting meee..." the young waitress let out a long low sigh as Nancy pressed her head forwards. Feeling the girl go limp in her arms, a similar sigh to her right informed Nancy that the redheaded waitress had also slumped unconscious in Sand's embrace. Exchanging smiles, the two women dragged the unconscious waitresses over to the chairs seating them before stripping off their old disguises." And love the idea of putting the women in chairs to strip them. I especially like the idea of Nancy sitting down on Abigail to strip her.

I also really enjoyed Nancy and Sand having a very intense conversation while causally undressing the unconscious women.

Also great was the discussion with Clinton. Loved "I hope you were gentle with Abigail and Constance, they are good girls." Followed by Nancy's comment: "More gentle then what we were with Eleanor and her maid, all told." Nancy obviously knew they were a bit rough on the first two women the knocked out.

Next, of course you know I will always love a good scene of using sedative to keep women asleep. Like Clinton's comment when asked about the needle and bottles. "It's laudanum. We need it to keep them quiet for the next three hours, plus a little surprise for the guards down near the vault who happen to be women." Fun that Clinton thinks Abigail and Constance are nice girls but he has no concerns about qualms about drugging them to keep the asleep for hours.

And loved the idea Abigail was starting to wake up. Then very sexy scene: "
Wow, what a chapter. I do have to admit that I wasn't sure how much I would enjoy stories in this setting but this is spectacular.

First off, love the Eleanor and Sylvie scene. I always liked the idea of women cooperating and stripping and then still being knocked out anyway. Then loved the "Nighty night, ladies" comment as she signaled Clinton and Sand to knock the women out.

The team was a bit rough on the two. Between pistol whipping them unconscious and letting their bodies just fall into the ditch, They didn't seem to care too much about what they did to the women. I guess I can see it as Eleanor was a bit of a stuck up bitch but Sylvie was just a young, innocent maid. I liked Sylvie. Great description too: "Sylvié was even cuter out of her clothes."

Next we get the absolutely wonderful scene with Abigail and Constance. What a perfect, perfect scene. First off, we get a scene where the women are tricked by previously stolen uniforms. Then we get the wonderful description of the set up. "Looking up at Sand, she gestured her to position herself behind the redheaded waitress closing the door slowly trapping them inside before placing herself behind the brunette." A perfect scene of the two women going about their business totally unaware they are being trapped in the room and set up to be sent to sleepyland.

Then great description of the knock outs: "S-stop it! Your hurting meee..." the young waitress let out a long low sigh as Nancy pressed her head forwards. Feeling the girl go limp in her arms, a similar sigh to her right informed Nancy that the redheaded waitress had also slumped unconscious in Sand's embrace. Exchanging smiles, the two women dragged the unconscious waitresses over to the chairs seating them before stripping off their old disguises." And love the idea of putting the women in chairs to strip them. I especially like the idea of Nancy sitting down on Abigail to strip her.

I also really enjoyed Nancy and Sand having a very intense conversation while causally undressing the unconscious women.

Also great was the discussion with Clinton. Loved "I hope you were gentle with Abigail and Constance, they are good girls." Followed by Nancy's comment: "More gentle then what we were with Eleanor and her maid, all told." Nancy obviously knew they were a bit rough on the first two women the knocked out.

Next, of course you know I will always love a good scene of using sedative to keep women asleep. Like Clinton's comment when asked about the needle and bottles. "It's laudanum. We need it to keep them quiet for the next three hours, plus a little surprise for the guards down near the vault who happen to be women." Fun that Clinton thinks Abigail and Constance are nice girls but he has no concerns about qualms about drugging them to keep the asleep for hours.

And loved the idea Abigail was starting to wake up before being put to sleep again. "Straddling the stirring nude Abigail, she flicked the needle. "W-what happened...?" Was all she could slur as Nancy clamped a hand over her mouth and injected the needle deep into her carotid artery, pressing the plunger. Screaming into Nancy's hand, Abigail bucked for a moment then let out a low sigh eyes rolling back into her head as she slumped unconscious naked into the chair." And loved that Nancy yet again sits down on Abigail's lap,

Then we get a great dragging scene. First, Clinton's comment: "Right let's get them stashed away, so we can discuss the next stage of the plan." Then the description "taking the nude waitresses under their arms, Nancy and Sand dragged them over to the waiting closet laying them slumped shoulder to shoulder before Clinton closed the doors leaving them in darkness."

The whole scene was super sexy!

Also, I did really like the idea of taking out guards by giving them drugged drinks. The scene of the two women sliding down the wall as they got out is super sexy. And of course we get Nancy's great comments: ""Sweet dreams, ladies." and ""Right, Sand let's these two pretty but dim ladies naked"

Like I said, spectacular chapter!

Thanks my friend, I'am glad your enjoying the series! As this was first foray into an historical series, up to now all of my historical tales have been one shots I wasn't sure myself how members would take it as it's been a balanced series. But I'am glad that you're enjoying it and this has left me vindicated.

Indeed, forced stripping at gun point or well under duress as always been something that titilates me and the team really had to sell the idea they were just bandits, hence being rough on the women. I liked writing poor sweet Sylvie, inbetween being berated by the stuck up haughty Eleanor then getting a little extra attention Sand before being bonked on the head, I felt for the poor dear. But while Eleanor herself wasn't a slouch, I wanted to make Sylviè the real star of this scene.

Thanks, Clinton himself told the poor waitresses that "Miss Eleanor" needed a drink and them knowing O'Hara they had no reason to suspect that they were being set up to be knocked unconscious and stripped by our heroines as part of the heist plan. And you know me, I love it when we actually get to see the heroines use their previous disguises to acquire new ones. Poor Abigail and Constance never stood a chance.

Yeah, I generally prefer to have a woman seated when she's being stripped in my stories or draped over a table or bed. Not only is it sexy but also incredibly handy for any infiltrator and you know I love a good straddling. The conversation between the girls harks back to the days of the SI when our heroines would have intense plot intensive conversations while stripping their victims. I think it's a good way to break up the stripping and too really develop the characters.


The conversation with Clinton was to reflect that Nancy didn't particularly like having to bonk Eleanor and Sylvié on the head and having to keep up appearances as bandits, who she despises for obvious reasons and Clinton's concern for the innocents they have to take out to achieve their goals.


Yeah, Laudanum is quite a famous drug that's use was widely prevalent during the 19th Century and believe it or not it's purpose was to cure women of what was deemed as 'female hysterics' and also as an alternative to ether. Both of which were quite addictive. And with the lack of rope, Clinton had planned ahead with the Laudanum to keep both the waitresses and later the vault guards asleep for the duration of the heist.

I remember our conversations about the victims waking up and needing to be put to sleep by our infiltrators for a long time, and these inspired me to craft this section of the scene. And then the dragging, there is something arousing about the two naked waitresses being dragged under their shoulders into the closet. Whether it's an ankle drag or an under the shoulder drag, I just love it.

I'am glad that you enjoyed this scene most of all! Looking back I would say this was my favourite section of the story to write.

Then the vault guards, there aren't very many scenes where we have dumb sentries being tricked by our heroines disguised as waitresses so I thought to redress that. The moral for Brenda and Carmen being never accept drinks from beautiful women that appear to be waitresses since you might just never know. Of course they ended up naked in the vault fast asleep, learning this lesson the hard way.


Thanks again my friend for your compliments and support, it's much appreciated. Part 5 and the conclusion is up next!

[meditions142]

I liked writing poor sweet Sylvie, in between being berated by the stuck up haughty Eleanor then getting a little extra attention Sand before being bonked on the head, I felt for the poor dear. But while Eleanor herself wasn't a slouch, I wanted to make Sylviè the real star of this scene.

Thanks, Clinton himself told the poor waitresses that "Miss Eleanor" needed a drink and them knowing O'Hara they had no reason to suspect that they were being set up to be knocked unconscious and stripped by our heroines as part of the heist plan.

Yeah, Laudanum is quite a famous drug that's use was widely prevalent during the 19th Century and believe it or not it's purpose was to cure women of what was deemed as 'female hysterics' and also as an alternative to ether. Both of which were quite addictive. And with the lack of rope, Clinton had planned ahead with the Laudanum to keep both the waitresses and later the vault guards asleep for the duration of the heist.

Sylvie was indeed a great character. The way you described her actually made picture the cute girl next door type that I always like "Sylvié was pretty enough with gentle rounded features, shallow cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Her light brown hair tied into a knot at the base of her neck." The image of Sand caressing is also very sexy!

As for Abigail and Constance, you raise a good point of the story I had not mentioned before. That is that Clinton himself sent them into the trap. He might of thought they were nice girls but he didn't mind sending them into a trap knowing what would happen to them.

The Laudanum being used to both keep the waitresses asleep and put the guards to sleep was great. However, I understand that stuff can be very dangerous so I am glad Clinton was careful with the dosage.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I liked writing poor sweet Sylvie, in between being berated by the stuck up haughty Eleanor then getting a little extra attention Sand before being bonked on the head, I felt for the poor dear. But while Eleanor herself wasn't a slouch, I wanted to make Sylviè the real star of this scene.

Thanks, Clinton himself told the poor waitresses that "Miss Eleanor" needed a drink and them knowing O'Hara they had no reason to suspect that they were being set up to be knocked unconscious and stripped by our heroines as part of the heist plan.

Yeah, Laudanum is quite a famous drug that's use was widely prevalent during the 19th Century and believe it or not it's purpose was to cure women of what was deemed as 'female hysterics' and also as an alternative to ether. Both of which were quite addictive. And with the lack of rope, Clinton had planned ahead with the Laudanum to keep both the waitresses and later the vault guards asleep for the duration of the heist.

Sylvie was indeed a great character. The way you described her actually made picture the cute girl next door type that I always like "Sylvié was pretty enough with gentle rounded features, shallow cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Her light brown hair tied into a knot at the base of her neck." The image of Sand caressing is also very sexy!

As for Abigail and Constance, you raise a good point of the story I had not mentioned before. That is that Clinton himself sent them into the trap. He might of thought they were nice girls but he didn't mind sending them into a trap knowing what would happen to them.

The Laudanum being used to both keep the waitresses asleep and put the guards to sleep was great. However, I understand that stuff can be very dangerous so I am glad Clinton was careful with the dosage.

Thanks I'am glad you liked her. That was how I pictured Sylvié when I wrote her, a cute little maid far from home serving a very haughty stuck up New York singer, quite the chalk and cheese pairing. It definitely sexy, it was the perfect opportunity to develop Sand's character as a gay Navajo just realising both her sexuality and dealing with her feelings towards Nancy which came to a head during that intense conversation in the scenes with Abigail and Constance.


Indeed, he even went as far as making sure that they were a close enough physical body match for Nancy and Sand. And his desire to see McClaine be brought to justice ( and his love for Nancy too) overrode any real feelings of guilt he may have had leading these women he knew into a trap.


Definitely, Clinton knew that the Laudanum itself was a very strong and potent drug and the last thing I think any of them wanted was any unnecessary deaths on the account of improper dosage. So it was a small bottle, commonly found in places like casinos. But still potent enough to keep the waitresses and the vault guards sleeping for the three hours, plenty of time for the team to steal the cash and get out scott free.

[meditions142]

Indeed, he even went as far as making sure that they were a close enough physical body match for Nancy and Sand. And his desire to see McClaine be brought to justice ( and his love for Nancy too) overrode any real feelings of guilt he may have had leading these women he knew into a trap.

I do have to say the entire Abigail and Constance scene is really intriguing. It is the perfect uniform stealing set up. You have two pretty women doing they jobs totally unaware they are being targeted. They are lured into a trap never knowing anything is wrong until it is too late. Then we get the perfect sleeper scene "they were quickly seized from behind, arms snaking around their slender necks, applying pressure cutting off the blood flows to their brains." Followed of course by them being drugged so they stay asleep.

Also, the idea that it seems that under their waitress uniforms neither woman was wearing a bra and both had on red silk panties. Very, very sexy.

Also, while we got less of a description of Constance we know from the first meeting with Abigail she is a very pretty woman.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Indeed, he even went as far as making sure that they were a close enough physical body match for Nancy and Sand. And his desire to see McClaine be brought to justice ( and his love for Nancy too) overrode any real feelings of guilt he may have had leading these women he knew into a trap.

I do have to say the entire Abigail and Constance scene is really intriguing. It is the perfect uniform stealing set up. You have two pretty women doing they jobs totally unaware they are being targeted. They are lured into a trap never knowing anything is wrong until it is too late. Then we get the perfect sleeper scene "they were quickly seized from behind, arms snaking around their slender necks, applying pressure cutting off the blood flows to their brains." Followed of course by them being drugged so they stay asleep.

Also, the idea that it seems that under their waitress uniforms neither woman was wearing a bra and both had on red silk panties. Very, very sexy.

Also, while we got less of a description of Constance we know from the first meeting with Abigail she is a very pretty woman.

Thank you, it's what I envisaged when I first visualised the scene in my head before putting it into words. It's for me the perfect formula for a classic uniform stealing scene. Add one (or more) pretty women just going about their daily lives unaware that they are about to have one very unusual experience; then the lure or the setup that gets them perfectly right where our infiltrators want them and finally what I call the fun part the takedowns, stripping then the disposal which includes putting them back under just in case they wake up. You add all that together and you get the Holy Grail of USB scenes, well at least for me.


Indeed, especially when in the case of our two waitresses the underwear being part of the uniform. Whenever I watched westerns and seen tavern girls, I always was intrigued whether or not they wore any form of underwear underneath. You can imagine my delight when I found these sexy girls wore nothing at all under their dresses, except of course the panties and stockings which had to be taken by our heroines.


Yeah, introducing Abigail was a little foreshadowing on my part. I wanted to do her justice when Nancy first met her and she even noted that they were a perfect size match and to hint that something very sexy was going to happen to this very pretty girl in the near future.

[meditions142]

Yeah, introducing Abigail was a little foreshadowing on my part. I wanted to do her justice when Nancy first met her and she even noted that they were a perfect size match and to hint that something very sexy was going to happen to this very pretty girl in the near future.

Every thing about the set up was perfect. I actually liked the foreshadowing. Abigail is clearly just a nobody employee to McClaine. The way he snaps his fingers and then "You there, girl. Could you please escort Miss Cavill and her maid to her dressing room so she can get ready? And while your at it, get something to wet Miss Cavill's whistle." He probably doesn't know her name and sees her just a pretty decoration. I also love the idea that Abigail ends up cluelessly leading Nancy and Sand inside. She has no idea this person she is leading into the room is going to put her to sleep and steal her uniform.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Yeah, introducing Abigail was a little foreshadowing on my part. I wanted to do her justice when Nancy first met her and she even noted that they were a perfect size match and to hint that something very sexy was going to happen to this very pretty girl in the near future.

Every thing about the set up was perfect. I actually liked the foreshadowing. Abigail is clearly just a nobody employee to McClaine. The way he snaps his fingers and then "You there, girl. Could you please escort Miss Cavill and her maid to her dressing room so she can get ready? And while your at it, get something to wet Miss Cavill's whistle." He probably doesn't know her name and sees her just a pretty decoration. I also love the idea that Abigail ends up cluelessly leading Nancy and Sand inside. She has no idea this person she is leading into the room is going to put her to sleep and steal her uniform.

Thank you, I appreciate that. And you're right just like the way he treats his henchmen McClaine also treats civilian employees like Abigail with the same level of total disdain. Like all the girls who work in his casino they are mere decorations to serve his ends and the ends of his wealthy clientele. Indeed, the poor girl was just doing her job following orders unaware that the very woman she was leading around who she believed was Eleanor, would eventually put her to sleep and steal her clothes later that very evening. She like Constance probably had no idea that someone would do that to her.


In fact one of my favourite USB scenes is in the movie Femme Fatale although much of it is off screen. Here much like Abigail, the hotel maid Nathalie is sized up by the main character Lauré ( played to perfection by Rebecca Romijn- Stamos). In need of a disguise to escape the hotel, Lauré lures the pretty maid up by calling for a bottle of champagne. The poor woman is just doing her job and has no idea what our heroine as in store for her. She delivers the champagne and Lauré lures her into the room with the classic "help me, I've lost something." rouse. The poor girl is doomed as she is lured into the trap and the heroine bottles her with the champagne, knocks her out and promptly steals her uniform. Although we don't get an aftermath but a nice titillating description by a French cop who describes to Antonio Banderas "We found a naked waitress in a coma." which tells us Lauré took the woman's bra and panties as well.


Now this remains one of my favourite scenes because of the build up. And that's what stuck in my imagination partly inspiring this scene.

[rufusluciusivan]

In-between Eleanor's coachman here, the scene with Clinton and Grace and Emma in part 3, the scene with gardener Frank in part 2, and even Marcel in Escape from Cap François... There seems to be a recurring theme some (un?)lucky guy is always getting an eyeful thanks to uniform stealing shenanigans lately. I don't know if it's a running gag or a coincidence (and I'm reading too much into it), but I thought it was an amusing detail to single out. It does set those scenes apart.