TAMARA GETS ENGAGED – PART 5: TAMARA GETS MOUNTED
Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 6:38 am
TAMARA GETS ENGAGED – PART 5: TAMARA GETS MOUNTED
Tamara and Bruce strode purposefully away from the jewellery store. Time was running out. They had seen Harmony and Melody disappear around the corner and hoped that they would be able to get to the rendezvous without mishap. But with Melody there was always the risk that something would go wrong…
Tamara tensed up as she heard the sound of a police car travelling at great speed in their direction. The flashing lights grew nearer and nearer until the car flashed past and came to a halt with a scream of brakes outside the jewellers.
“Cross the road, quickly” Tamara grabbed Bruce’s elbow and steered him in the direction of the station. “I don’t like the way that cop stared at us as he drove past.”
“You’re on edge” Bruce tried to reassure Tamara. “How could he suspect anything? Stay calm.”
“Good cops develop an instinct over the years. I think he saw something suspicious. Don’t ask me what; just put it down to a woman’s intuition. He’s on to us.”
“Look, we keep to our original plan. Get on a train and act naturally” Bruce tried to reassure Tamara.
“Yes, with a bag full of high class jewellery. I don’t think so. No. I sense trouble. We need a set of wheels. Now.”
“So what do we do, hire a car?”
Tamara was getting exasperated. Men! She looked around for inspiration and caught sight of a multi storey car park next to a retail outlet. Her eyes lit up.
“Follow me, I’ve got an idea!” Tamara almost broke into a trot as she raced along the pavement towards the car park entrance. Bruce dutifully followed at a slight distance convinced that Tamara was exaggerating their danger. Tamara reached the entrance to the car park and waited for Bruce to catch up.
“Wait here. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Bruce looked puzzled.
“Look, never enter a building without locating an escape route first. I am taking a risk by going in, I know. If the police arrive and you are outside, you still have a chance to escape, O.K.?” Tamara explained. “Just wish me luck” With that parting comment, Tamara turned her back and disappeared into the car park leaving Bruce feeling rather helpless and still convinced Tamara was making a fuss about nothing.
Tamara went up to the top floor and looked around. Several cars were parked but a few bays were still vacant. The top floor tended to be used by the adventurous and those who could not easily find a space on the lower floors, so it was usually less busy. It also tended to house the services – lift mechanisms and so on – which provided areas of seclusion. Tamara hoped to find an unwitting victim before too long. She took up position alongside a large saloon car and waited.
Within a minute, Tamara heard the sound of an engine in low gear pulling up the final ramp to the top floor. An expensive foreign car came into view. Tamara smiled when she saw the driver. The car was obviously bought as a status symbol rather than for ease of use: the business woman struggling with the steering wheel had clearly not attended the ‘how to park your car’ class. No matter. It wouldn’t be parked for long.
Tamara fingered the Berretta she kept as a spare gun and made her way casually towards the new arrival who by this time had got out of the car and was taking a briefcase from the back seat. She was bending over the seat with one leg poised slightly off the ground and did not see Tamara approaching ready to pounce.
“Damn!” Tamara hissed to herself. Another vehicle was ascending the ramp. It sounded like a powerful motorcycle. Tamara hid the pistol and walked straight past the business woman who had no idea of the plans which Tamara had made for her. Tamara reached the service lift, stopped and made a display of searching her pockets. Then, turning on her heels, she retraced her steps as if returning to her car. The business woman was still examining the contents of her briefcase and the motorcyclist had pulled up and switched off the engine. Tamara was surprised to see that the motorcycle was not the usual Harley, but was a Vincent HRD Black Shadow distinctive with its expensive, high quality engineering. Tamara was impressed.
Tamara lingered by a car pretending to search her pockets again. With luck, the motorcyclist would soon depart, leaving Tamara alone with the business woman. The biker, dressed in black leathers, took off the helmet. A cascade of blond hair fell over the shoulders of a strikingly attractive young lady. Tamara was stunned. In common with most people, she would have jumped to the conclusion that only a man with the biceps of a stevedore could have handled a Vincent, and if a woman rode one at all, she must be built like a brick outhouse. This was obviously not the case, Tamara noted as she saw the business woman disappearing towards the lift.
“Damn!” muttered Tamara and she saw her next suit disappearing before her eyes.
Bruce was growing concerned. Tamara had been gone far longer than he had expected and he was worrying if something had happened to her. He was growing increasingly bothered by the amount of police activity in the area, too. Several squad cars had dashed along the main road and foot patrols had developed in the vicinity. They were obviously looking for someone. He looked up the road from his vantage point just inside the entrance to the car park and noticed a police car turn into the road and slowly cruise towards where he was standing. He turned to look into the car park in the hope of finding Tamara. There was nothing to be seen except a lone motorcyclist descending the final ramp. The rider paused to pay the fee. There was a brief discussion with the cashier and then the biker slowly rode towards Bruce.
“Jump on the back”
Bruce was puzzled. The rider was obviously mistaking him for someone else and he turned to walk away. The cyclist pushed up the visor on the helmet. “Put the bag in the pannier and jump on now!”
“Tamara!? What are you doing with that bike? I didn’t know you knew how to drive a bike!”
“Ride, Darling, Ride. One rides a motorcycle. Of course I know how to ride a motorcycle: I went to a very expensive finishing school. Daddy was very generous, you know. I borrowed it from Barbara. A very nice girl I met upstairs. I should liked to have stayed longer to have a chat with her, but she is rather tied up at the moment” Tamara grinned.
Tied up indeed. Barbara was now gagged with her wrists handcuffed to a service pipe which ran behind the lift shaft about 6 feet off the ground. Tamara had chided her for not wearing jeans underneath her leathers to provide additional protection should she fall off the bike. It would have spared her some embarrassment too, because Tamara had to leave Barbara wearing just her T shirt, panties and socks.
Bruce turned white. “You expect me to get on the back of that?” Suddenly, a sojourn in Fulson Prison – on Devil’s Island even – seemed a more favourable option to Bruce. A blue flashing light changed his mind: the police car was getting very close. Bruce hurriedly stuffed the holdall in the side pannier of the Vincent and he swung his leg over the back seat and gripped Tamara as if his life depended on it.
“Don’t go too fast” he pleaded.
“Fast?” Tamara misheard “Last road test I read for this machine said the examiner got to 115mph in third gear and then bottled out going any faster. We can see what it does in fourth if you like. Hang on!” With that, Tamara gently opened the throttle and eased off the clutch, moving out of the car park about a yard in front of the police car. She slowly moved to the main road, found a gap in the traffic, and then opened the throttle wide.
Melody and Harmony sat in one of the cars which had been left in the Glen car parking area.
“Give them another five minutes, and then we had better leave.” suggested Harmony. “We can make our way to the border and meet them at the motel later.”
Melody didn’t say anything. She was still wondering how she would have looked in the flight attendant’s uniform.
“Hey, isn’t that Bruce on the back of that bike?” Harmony exclaimed. Melody stared in disbelief. The motorcycle performed a U-turn and returned to stop alongside. The rider raised the visor
“Tamara!?” the sisters exclaimed in unison. “What on earth….”
“I’ll explain later. We had better go. I’ll drop Bruce by the other car and then park the motorcycle. I promised Barbara I would look after it. I told her where to find it.”
“You did what?” Bruce cried in disbelief.
“I told Barbara where I would leave her bike: sometimes you have got to do the decent thing, even if there is a risk to yourself. So we had better get a move on, hadn’t we? See you at the Motel” Tamara called to the girls as she revved the Vincent and drove to the other car. She unloaded the contents of the pannier and left Bruce to follow her with the car while she located a stanchion to which she secured the bike with a chain and padlock which she found in the pannier. She peeled off the leathers, put them in the pannier, straightened her clothes and climbed into the car with Bruce.
“Right, let’s go!”
THE END
Tamara and Bruce strode purposefully away from the jewellery store. Time was running out. They had seen Harmony and Melody disappear around the corner and hoped that they would be able to get to the rendezvous without mishap. But with Melody there was always the risk that something would go wrong…
Tamara tensed up as she heard the sound of a police car travelling at great speed in their direction. The flashing lights grew nearer and nearer until the car flashed past and came to a halt with a scream of brakes outside the jewellers.
“Cross the road, quickly” Tamara grabbed Bruce’s elbow and steered him in the direction of the station. “I don’t like the way that cop stared at us as he drove past.”
“You’re on edge” Bruce tried to reassure Tamara. “How could he suspect anything? Stay calm.”
“Good cops develop an instinct over the years. I think he saw something suspicious. Don’t ask me what; just put it down to a woman’s intuition. He’s on to us.”
“Look, we keep to our original plan. Get on a train and act naturally” Bruce tried to reassure Tamara.
“Yes, with a bag full of high class jewellery. I don’t think so. No. I sense trouble. We need a set of wheels. Now.”
“So what do we do, hire a car?”
Tamara was getting exasperated. Men! She looked around for inspiration and caught sight of a multi storey car park next to a retail outlet. Her eyes lit up.
“Follow me, I’ve got an idea!” Tamara almost broke into a trot as she raced along the pavement towards the car park entrance. Bruce dutifully followed at a slight distance convinced that Tamara was exaggerating their danger. Tamara reached the entrance to the car park and waited for Bruce to catch up.
“Wait here. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Bruce looked puzzled.
“Look, never enter a building without locating an escape route first. I am taking a risk by going in, I know. If the police arrive and you are outside, you still have a chance to escape, O.K.?” Tamara explained. “Just wish me luck” With that parting comment, Tamara turned her back and disappeared into the car park leaving Bruce feeling rather helpless and still convinced Tamara was making a fuss about nothing.
Tamara went up to the top floor and looked around. Several cars were parked but a few bays were still vacant. The top floor tended to be used by the adventurous and those who could not easily find a space on the lower floors, so it was usually less busy. It also tended to house the services – lift mechanisms and so on – which provided areas of seclusion. Tamara hoped to find an unwitting victim before too long. She took up position alongside a large saloon car and waited.
Within a minute, Tamara heard the sound of an engine in low gear pulling up the final ramp to the top floor. An expensive foreign car came into view. Tamara smiled when she saw the driver. The car was obviously bought as a status symbol rather than for ease of use: the business woman struggling with the steering wheel had clearly not attended the ‘how to park your car’ class. No matter. It wouldn’t be parked for long.
Tamara fingered the Berretta she kept as a spare gun and made her way casually towards the new arrival who by this time had got out of the car and was taking a briefcase from the back seat. She was bending over the seat with one leg poised slightly off the ground and did not see Tamara approaching ready to pounce.
“Damn!” Tamara hissed to herself. Another vehicle was ascending the ramp. It sounded like a powerful motorcycle. Tamara hid the pistol and walked straight past the business woman who had no idea of the plans which Tamara had made for her. Tamara reached the service lift, stopped and made a display of searching her pockets. Then, turning on her heels, she retraced her steps as if returning to her car. The business woman was still examining the contents of her briefcase and the motorcyclist had pulled up and switched off the engine. Tamara was surprised to see that the motorcycle was not the usual Harley, but was a Vincent HRD Black Shadow distinctive with its expensive, high quality engineering. Tamara was impressed.
Tamara lingered by a car pretending to search her pockets again. With luck, the motorcyclist would soon depart, leaving Tamara alone with the business woman. The biker, dressed in black leathers, took off the helmet. A cascade of blond hair fell over the shoulders of a strikingly attractive young lady. Tamara was stunned. In common with most people, she would have jumped to the conclusion that only a man with the biceps of a stevedore could have handled a Vincent, and if a woman rode one at all, she must be built like a brick outhouse. This was obviously not the case, Tamara noted as she saw the business woman disappearing towards the lift.
“Damn!” muttered Tamara and she saw her next suit disappearing before her eyes.
Bruce was growing concerned. Tamara had been gone far longer than he had expected and he was worrying if something had happened to her. He was growing increasingly bothered by the amount of police activity in the area, too. Several squad cars had dashed along the main road and foot patrols had developed in the vicinity. They were obviously looking for someone. He looked up the road from his vantage point just inside the entrance to the car park and noticed a police car turn into the road and slowly cruise towards where he was standing. He turned to look into the car park in the hope of finding Tamara. There was nothing to be seen except a lone motorcyclist descending the final ramp. The rider paused to pay the fee. There was a brief discussion with the cashier and then the biker slowly rode towards Bruce.
“Jump on the back”
Bruce was puzzled. The rider was obviously mistaking him for someone else and he turned to walk away. The cyclist pushed up the visor on the helmet. “Put the bag in the pannier and jump on now!”
“Tamara!? What are you doing with that bike? I didn’t know you knew how to drive a bike!”
“Ride, Darling, Ride. One rides a motorcycle. Of course I know how to ride a motorcycle: I went to a very expensive finishing school. Daddy was very generous, you know. I borrowed it from Barbara. A very nice girl I met upstairs. I should liked to have stayed longer to have a chat with her, but she is rather tied up at the moment” Tamara grinned.
Tied up indeed. Barbara was now gagged with her wrists handcuffed to a service pipe which ran behind the lift shaft about 6 feet off the ground. Tamara had chided her for not wearing jeans underneath her leathers to provide additional protection should she fall off the bike. It would have spared her some embarrassment too, because Tamara had to leave Barbara wearing just her T shirt, panties and socks.
Bruce turned white. “You expect me to get on the back of that?” Suddenly, a sojourn in Fulson Prison – on Devil’s Island even – seemed a more favourable option to Bruce. A blue flashing light changed his mind: the police car was getting very close. Bruce hurriedly stuffed the holdall in the side pannier of the Vincent and he swung his leg over the back seat and gripped Tamara as if his life depended on it.
“Don’t go too fast” he pleaded.
“Fast?” Tamara misheard “Last road test I read for this machine said the examiner got to 115mph in third gear and then bottled out going any faster. We can see what it does in fourth if you like. Hang on!” With that, Tamara gently opened the throttle and eased off the clutch, moving out of the car park about a yard in front of the police car. She slowly moved to the main road, found a gap in the traffic, and then opened the throttle wide.
Melody and Harmony sat in one of the cars which had been left in the Glen car parking area.
“Give them another five minutes, and then we had better leave.” suggested Harmony. “We can make our way to the border and meet them at the motel later.”
Melody didn’t say anything. She was still wondering how she would have looked in the flight attendant’s uniform.
“Hey, isn’t that Bruce on the back of that bike?” Harmony exclaimed. Melody stared in disbelief. The motorcycle performed a U-turn and returned to stop alongside. The rider raised the visor
“Tamara!?” the sisters exclaimed in unison. “What on earth….”
“I’ll explain later. We had better go. I’ll drop Bruce by the other car and then park the motorcycle. I promised Barbara I would look after it. I told her where to find it.”
“You did what?” Bruce cried in disbelief.
“I told Barbara where I would leave her bike: sometimes you have got to do the decent thing, even if there is a risk to yourself. So we had better get a move on, hadn’t we? See you at the Motel” Tamara called to the girls as she revved the Vincent and drove to the other car. She unloaded the contents of the pannier and left Bruce to follow her with the car while she located a stanchion to which she secured the bike with a chain and padlock which she found in the pannier. She peeled off the leathers, put them in the pannier, straightened her clothes and climbed into the car with Bruce.
“Right, let’s go!”
THE END