The Merry Women:- The Wall Street Bank Job

[Stormtrooper1990]

Due to the popularity of the Nakamura Tower Heist, the Merry Women are back in action. Here they are in New York, their plan is to rob $600 million from the First National Bank in the heart of New York's Financial District, before opening hours. Then to redistribute the wealth to the more deserving of New York's population. But first they need disguises, 10 of them in fact. This is their story.



As Valerie Turner bank teller at the First National Bank walked towards Wall Street on a busy Manhattan morning, she hoistered her handbag on her right shoulder, as she checked her dress watch. Valerie sighed, she was behind schedule and if it was anything if life she hated more than her job it was being late for her job. Valerie checked her phone using Google maps, deciding that the best way to cut a lot of time of was taking the back alley off Sth William Street, stowing her phone in her bag she set off. At 24, Valerie hated her job the constant boredom, the constant handling of more money then she would ever earn in her whole life gnawed at her. She had high cheekbones with heart shaped features and almond blue eyes, framed with shoulder length ash blonde hair parted down the right side. She was attired in the type A uniform of First National Bank, which consisted of a black buttoned long waistcoat, with her nameplate on her left breast, with matching pencil skirt that came down a little above her knees, with black high heels on her feet. Underwhich she wore a long sleeve red blouse, with a blue ribbon bow tie clipped to her throat, her long divine legs covered in a pair of nude colour tights. The uniform served well to hug her petite slim frame. As she entered the alley, Valerie could have sworn she heard a small bird whistle come from a nearby dumpster, 'whoo'. There it was again. Valerie tentatively approached the dumpster. "Hello? Is someone there?" She asked as she peered into the dumpster, her eyes widened as she saw a black haired Japanese girl with a pixie cut staring back at her. "Hello, sweetie. I like your uniform." She said with a mischievous grin Before she had a chance to scream, the girl clamped her hand around Valerie's mouth as she was pulled into the dumpster. The next thing she knew was the sensation of a needle being plunged into her Carotid Artery, Valerie could feel her consciousness slipping as the chemicals spread to her brain. The last thing she remembered before falling unconscious was the voice of the Japanese girl. "Now then let's see what you got under the hood, dearie." Then Valerie knew only black.



As soon as Naomi Tanaka of the Merry Women, stashed her bird whistle, she stripped off her clothes and got to work stripping the unconscious bank teller. "I'am really sorry about this...Valerie." Naomi quipped as she glanced at the girl's nameplate, as she unbuttoned her waistcoat slipping it from her shoulders, then unclipping the blue ribbon tie from around her collar. "Just so you know Valerie, I will be keeping your outfit after all this. You won't be getting it back, I'am a collector of sorts you see." Naomi said as she unbuttoned Valerie's red blouse revealing a hint of a solid black t-shirt bra, covering her small B-cup breasts. After Naomi removed Valerie's high heels, she rolled the unconscious bank teller's body to the side unzipping the pencil skirt peeling it down her shapely hips and long divine legs. "Wow! Like the tights, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I just took those too,right?" Naomi rhetorically asked the unconscious Valerie as she beheld the girl's matching solid black thong, covered by nude coloured tights. When she received no answer "Well I take that as a yes, thanks sweetheart." Naomi carefully rolled the tights off Valerie's waist and down her legs, taking care not to damage the fine silk. When she was finished, Naomi removed the red blouse from from the woman's body. "Don't worry, sweet Valerie you can keep your skivvies. I brought my own." She said as she glanced down at the underwear clad body of the sleeping Valerie. Naomi quickly dressed in Valerie's uniform, including her tights and watch. Humming along to "Valerie" as she did so. Has she looped Valerie's handbag over her shoulder, Naomi gave the unconscious blonde a parting kiss on her cheek. "Later, Valerie." She said as she leapt from the dumpster,closing the lid on the unconscious Valerie. "Zorro, Kitsune here. Teller one neutralised and disguise acquired, proceeding to First National." Lowering her hand from her earpiece, Naomi now dressed in her new uniform, walked along Sth William Street towards the bank. Humming along to "Valerie" as she went by.



A Second Bank Teller, Barbara Holloway was walking towards 787 Coffee on Pearl Street. Barbara was on edge, she desperately needed her Double Whipped Cream non-gluten Espresso if she was going to make it through the morning. At 25, she was a looker with slender cheekbones angular features and big green eyes, her long black hair falling around her shoulders with ear studs in her lobes and a dress watch on her right wrist. Barbara was attired in the Type B uniform of First National Bank, which consisted of a low fastening plunging black waistcoat, with her nameplate on her left breast, which matching black slacks belting at her slim waist, with black pumps on her feet. Under her waistcoat she wore a tight red blouse, that showed off her C-cup curves with a blue ribbon tie clipped at her collar. As she entered the 787 coffee shop, which was unusually quiet at this time of day, she was greeted by the barista who was not her sweet Marie. This girl was a beautiful blonde with high cheekbones sharp features and narrow blue eyes, with a long braided ponytail that hung from the back of her head. She was wearing the 787 apron underwhich she wore a tight white uniform polo shirt with black trousers and white laced sneakers on her feet. Barbara approached the tills. " Where is Marie? She usually works today?" The blonde flashed a friendly smile. "She's at home self-isolating, I'am afraid. She came down with COVID, yesterday. So I'am covering her shift, my name's Ingrid." The blonde girl spoke with a Scandinavian accent, that she couldn't place. Barbara covered her mouth in shock, that would mean she would miss their date tonight. "Oh my God! I thought we were over the worst of it. I hope she gets better soon." Barbara felt even worse, know she really needed that coffee. "Luckily, she told me your order. Don't worry I will set you up, right quick." Barbara bounced on her heels, as Ingrid prepared her order. After she handed Barbara her order in a Styrofoam cup Ingrid smiled. " That's $6.95, please." After paying Barbara her money she turned to leave. "Please give my best to Marie, tell her I... Love her." Ingrid smiled as Barbara left the 787. As soon as she entered the secluded alley beside the shop, Barbara took a sip of her coffee then another savouring the feeling of the warm liquid as she took another gulp. Suddenly she felt a little woozy, Barbara felt her vision blur as she struggled to stay on her feet. She thought she saw Ingrid the barista walk towards her. Then Barbara fell into Ingrid's arms, she looked up at the blonde Barista her vision blurring. "Ingrid...wh...." Was all Barbara was able to manage before she slumped unconscious into Ingrid's arms


"Don't worry Barbara, you will be with your Marie soon enough." Ingrid whispered into the unconscious Barbara's ear as she dragged her towards a nearby dumpster. Opening up the lid Ingrid tossed the unconscious Barbara into the dumpster, then leapt in after her closing the lid. It was already occupied by the unconscious underwear clad body of Marie Sanchez, the real coffee shop barista with high cheekbones rounded features with short light brown hair. Whose slim attractive tanned body was wearing only matching blue lace push up bra, that emphasised her C-cup breasts with lace bikini shorts. Ingrid had sedated her around a half a hour ago, when she came in to open up the shop. Then once she was out of the way it was a simple matter of drugging Barbara's coffee. " There I told you didn't I." Ingrid said to the unconscious Barbara as she stripped off Marie's barista uniform, when she was finished Ingrid began to strip the unconscious Barbara. She started by removing her black pumps, ear studs and ribbon tie, then unfastened her waistcoat slipping it off her shoulders. Ingrid then unbuttoned her red blouse, revealing a hint of a white lace bra covering C-cup breasts. After unbelting the uniform trousers, Ingrid worked them off Barbara's hips and peeled them down her long divine legs revealing matching white lace thong with white lace stockings. After giving it some serious thought Ingrid decided to take Barbara's stockings, carefully rolling them down her legs, removing them one for at a time. Ingrid quickly got dressed in Barbara's uniform, including her stockings, ear studs and dress watch, when she was finished, Ingrid placed Barbara's body, so she sat slumped next to her girlfriend."Thanks Barbara, your uniform is a good fit. Enjoy your quality time with your sweet Marie." Ingrid said to the unconscious underwear clad women, as she leapt out of the dumpster closing the lid behind her, looping Barbara's handbag over her shoulder. She keyed in her earpiece." Zorro, this is Valkyrie. Teller two is neutralised and disguise acquired. Moving to rendezvous, over." Ingrid made her way out of the alley, as a queue was forming outside the 787 Coffee shop, wondering why it was closed for the day.



Across town a third First National Teller Jenna Ford, was walking towards her car in the underground.car park of the apartments on Beaver Street. At 23, she had smooth cheekbones rounded features and big doe shaped eyes the colour of teal. She had her long auburn hair done in a braided ponytail, then hung from the back of her head. Jenna was wearing the type A uniform of first national. After she fished out her car keys, Jenna got into the driver's side of her VW bug checking out her reflection in the rearview. But before she could start the car's ignition, Jenna felt a gloved hand clamp over her mouth from behind then the strange sensation of being jabbed in the neck by a needle. Jenna could feel the chemicals from the needle flow through her bloodstream, into her brain, at the same time she slumped unconscious in her seat Jenna's body was dragged onto the back seat of her car. Her attacker, Merry Woman safecracker Ivana Jankovic quickly stripped the unconscious Jenna out of her uniform. After dressing in the unconscious woman's uniform taking her earrings, dress watch, her white stockings with matching suspender belt and copying her braided ponytail, Ivana dragged the unconscious Jenna, her auburn hair flowing around her shoulders, now clad only in her pink floral bra and matching thong panties, under her armpits to her open trunk stashing her inside along with her clothes. Ivana then closed the trunk, on the sleeping underwear clad Jenna. When she was finished Ivana got into the driver's side seat. "Zorro, Locksmith here. Teller 3 is down for the count, I have secured her uniform, on route to the rendezvous." Taking her hand away from her ear, Ivana put the car into gear and drove onto the road.


Bank Tellers Mindy Chang and Clarice Brandt had decided to take the subway to work, they had entered the Wall Street Subway station near the Trinity Church. At 23 and 24, respectively both women had been taking this route to First National Bank for the last couple of years without incident. Mindy was a beautiful Chinese-American with high cheekbones angular features and slanted big brown eyes, she was dressed in the Type B uniform of First National Bank, that hugged her slim petite curves. Her friend Clarice had shallow cheekbones with a slightly squared jaw and narrow hazel eyes.With her shoulder length honey blonde hair done up in a sensible bun, unlike Mindy Clarice was dressed in the type A uniform. Both women had decided to make a detour to the ladies bathroom to spruce up before they boarded the train to William Street. As they entered the ladies bathroom, Mindy and Clarice set their handbags down on the row of sinks, chatting away about the coming day while busily applying makeup using the bathroom mirror. So distracted were they that they did not see the two women creeping up behind them, their needles at the ready. The next thing both tellers knew was they were grabbed by hands over their mouths, needles plunging into their necks as they were dragged into the empty cubicles behind them. As the sedatives flowed through their bloodstreams into their brains, both women slumped unconscious into the arms of their attackers. Merry Women Maggie Anuwat and Carol Vickers stripped the bank tellers out of their uniforms. Maggie quickly dressed in the uniform of Mindy Chang while Carol dressed in the uniform of Clarice Brandt. When they were finished, they dragged the unconscious bodies of Mindy, clad only in her matching dark blue lace bralette and thong, and Clarice, clad in her matching red lace strappy bra and thong, into the attendants cupboard concealing them inside. When they had finished Maggie snapped off the lock. "You know Carol that's why I love stripping civilians, you never know what they have on underneath.," Maggie said as she applied some of Mindy's makeup. Carol smiled "Tell me about it, you know we should get the boss to spring for some more of that SI tech. You know they have a gun that can make you look like another woman?" She said as she smacked on Clarice's lipstick. Maggie's eyebrows raised. "Really? That would really give us the edge." When they were finished they looped their stolen handbags over their shoulders, walking out of the bathroom. Maggie touched her ear piece. "Zorro? Tigress and Eagle reporting. Last of the Tellers neutralised and disguises acquired. Proceeding to rendezvous, over." Both Merry Women then boarded the train to William Street.



It was a busy morning for New York Armoured LTD guards Yvonne Fletcher and Sara Fredericks, they were next due to make a stop at the First National Branch on Williams Street, shortly after it opened at 08:00am and it was 07:46, they were currently on Front Street. The rush hour morning traffic was not helping. At 24 and 23 respectively, both women had applied to the NYPD but still were waiting on their applications. Yvonne turned to see her reflection in the mirror, liking what she saw. She had narrow cheekbones with a heart shaped face and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was done up in a short ponytail that looped through the rear of her baseball cap, she glanced over to her partner Sara. Another looker Sara had slender cheekbones with rounded features and big blue eyes. Her long raven coloured hair done up in a sensible bun under her baseball cap. Both women were attired in the standard New York Armoured LTD uniform, which consisted of a navy coloured polo shirts, with the company emblem stitched on their left breasts, black trousers with matching sensible shoes. Around their waists were their gunbelts with their Glock 17s, spare ammo and pepper spray, and blue baseball caps with the company logo perched on their heads. Yvonne sighed."We are never going to make in time to First National on time, not with all this traffic. Damn it." Sara pointed ahead. " Look over there a diversion, it's taking us down that alley." There was a flame haired road maintenance worker standing in front on of a detour sign, directing them down a secluded alley. She was dressed in a beige checkered flannel shirt, under which she wore a white tanktop, with blue belted jeans and brown work boots. On her head she wore a orange hard hat, with a matching high visibility jacket over her shirt, with "HIGHWAY MAINTENANCE" stenciled in black on her back. Yvonne shrugged. "It could us there a lot quicker." Sara nodded as Yvonne turned the truck down the alley, recieving a thumbs up from the redheaded worker. As they drove deeply into the alley they found the way blocked by an Highway Maintenance van, with another maintenance worker in front. This girl was a dark haired brunette, with high cheekbones rounded features and rounded features and turquoise eyes, she was dressed in a red flannel work shirt with black jeans and black work boots. "Hey what's the big idea? We are on a schedule!" Shouted Yvonne. The girl walked towards the passenger side door as the red headed maintenance worker, appeared next to the driver's side. "We are really sorry to trouble you like this, my lovelies. But we really need your truck and uniforms." She spoke with a British accent. Before they could both react, the two workers had pulled out sleek compact pistols and shot them. The two guards felt a curious brief sensation of electricity coursing through their bodies, after letting out brief cries of pain Yvonne and Sara slumped unconscious in their seats. "Damn I heard the stories, but these SI Shock Pistols are the dogs bollocks. They are out like lights." Said Franny O'Rourke in her Irish lilt.


As they dragged the unconscious guards from their truck, the two Merry Women appraised them." You alright taking the raven hair, San? She looks a little like you." Sandra nodded. "We could almost be sisters if it wasn't for the accent. The chestnut's your size anyway." As they stripped off their road maintenance workers outfits, whose previous owners were in the back of their van clad only in their underwear, they knelt by the unconscious guards on began to strip them. They started by removing their hats, shoes, watches and gunbelts. "Hi, Fran. Do you think they are both wearing sports bras. Under all this?" Franny grinned at Sandra. "There is only one way to find out." She flicked up the woman's arms, pulling her polo shirt over her head. "Yep, this one's gone nude coloured. She as a nice pair of tits, what about yours, San?" Sandra chuckled as she pulled off the dark brunettes polo shirt. "This one's a saint, a white sports bra but also a sweet pair of tits." Franny glanced over over. "Hmm, not bad. Wouldn't mind getting my hands around them." They both unfastened the unconscious guards trousers, peeling them down their legs. "Wow! Mines got a matching thong, how about you San?" Sandra gestured at the now underwear clad guard." Matching white hipster shorts. She really is a girl scout." The two Merry Women quickly dressed in their stolen uniforms, glancing down on the underwear clad unconscious guards. "They are quite fit aren't they, nicely toned and athletic. It is a shame we don't have more time." Sandra rolled her eyes. "Come on Fran, we are on a job. Besides you already have me." They leant in and kissed passionately. "You, my English Rose. Are all the woman I need." She flirted as they pulled out. She and Sandra had been together since the formation of the Merry Women and were inseparable. "There is nothing wrong with a little art appreciation, my love." Said the Irish woman as they dragged the unconscious guards towards the maintenance van. After opening the van, they tossed the underwear clad guards inside, next to the unconscious bodies of the two maintenance workers. Both young and pretty, one was a brunette with a pixie cut, wearing a white lace trim camisole, that showed off her small B-cups, with matching scanty panties and lacy white socks, while the other an ash blonde with shoulder length hair, wearing only a matching set of love heart bra and thong, that emphasised her C-cup curves, with matching socks."At least these two had better taste in underwear." Franny said as she gestured to the unconscious workers, who had both been given the shock pistol treatment They both retrieved the teams weapons and gear from the back of the maintenance van, then locked it. After Franny had moved the van blocking the street, they stashed the maintenance uniforms into their duffel backs and placed them into the back of the van. As soon as the two women got into the truck, Franny keyed her piece."Zorro? Clover and Rose reporting. Getaway vehicle secured and guards neutralised. Uniforms secured.. Meet you at the rendezvous, out." Franny took her hand away from her ear piece, as she pulled the truck out onto Waters Street.



Security guards Andrea Scott, Jennifer Hardwicke and Manuela Sanchez were in the locker room of Wall Street Security Ltd on Pearl Street. They were getting ready for a !ong shift at First National Bank on Wall Street, they were the only ones in the building at this hour. At 25, 22 and 24 respectively they had been working the doors at First National for over 6 months, since the end of their stint at Chase Bank on Broadway. Andrea glanced at her reflection in the locker, she was a looker with classical cheekbones sharp features and narrow brown eyes. Her dark blonde hair done up in a bun at the base of her neck. Like her two fellow guards, she was attired in the standard company uniform, which consisted of a grey shirt and black tie with matching epaulettes with security patches, with a star motif on both shoulders and security patch on the left breast. Black trousers with grey piping down the seams, and sensible shoes. Their gunbelts around their waists were equipped with Glock 17,spare ammo and pepper spray. Angela turned to her fellow guards, who were still arguing about their stupid baseball rivalry. Jennifer the rookie of the group and an avid Yankees fan, had her long black hair done up in a ponytail that extended down to her left shoulder, that was highlighted brown at the tip, with slender cheekbones and pointed features with pale green eyes. While Manuela a Puerto Rican who had only been in the city for a year, and had already pitched her tent with the Mets, who had short shoulder length hair, that framed a face of high cheekbones rounded features and almond shaped hazel eyes. "You can slag off the Yankees, all you like Manuela. But we both know that the Mets are going down next season. Your batting averages suck." Manuela got into her face. "Fuck you, Jenny. Little Yankees cheerleader. You are only top of the NBA League because you poach all the best players." Angela got in between them, forcing them apart. "Enough! Why can't you girls watch Soc-" Before she could say anything else, the group saw two gas grenades being thrown in front of them, as white gas emerged from the grenade the three guards coughed and spluttered as the gas overcome. Within seconds they collapsed unconscious in a heap, one on top of the other.


When the gas dissipated, Gina Torres leader of the Merry Women along with Amanda Sparks, the platinum blonde Australian and Sasha Dubrov the flame haired Bulgarian, all removed their gas masks." I have no idea what they were jabbering on about, you can't beat a bit of Rugby." Said Amanda in her Australian lilt. Gina rubbed her hands together. "Right, let's get to work. I will take the fellow Latina, Mandy does the blonde work for you?" Amanda nodded. "I had my eye on her from the start." Gina turned to Sasha. " That leaves the brunette for you, Sasha." Sasha nodded, smiling. " Yes, boss. She my size." Sasha had only joined just before the Nakamura job, and she spoke very little English, but she was improving everyday. Gina had never seen such a gifted hacker and graffiti artist. It took them a couple of minutes to extricate the guards from their little pile. When they were finished they knelt by their chosen marks, they each stripped of their clothes and began the strip the unconscious guards. Gina started by removing the womans gunbelt, clip on tie and shoes then unbuttoned the guards shirt, exposing a hint of a white lace crop camisole, then slipped it off her shoulders. After unbuttoning the guards trousers, Gina worked them off the guards hips peeling them down her long tanned legs, and off her body. Leaving the unconscious Latina only wearing her matching white lace crop cami and matching lace shorts. " Hmm, not bad. Didn't expect such sexy knickers for a security guard." Amanda's sniggering brought her attention. "Well if you like like that boss, get a load of her." She gestured to the unconscious blonde guard, who was wearing a matching set of blue cat print bra and matching panties. Gina Smiled. " She must be a cat person. Like yours truly. She has a lush body." She added as her eyes traced the woman's C-cups, admiring the curve of her hips. " Guy's, look here." They turned to see Sasha standing over the unconscious body of the Yankees fan. She was wearing a matching set of navy blue Yankees themed bra and thong, a Yankees logo on the left bra cup, with matching thong with the Yankees logo on the gusset. Turning her body to the side, revealed the phrase "Designated Kisser " flashed across her pert ass. The three women burst into laughter, as they beheld the sight. "Americans seriously." Laughed Amanda. When they had collected themselves, they finished dressing in their stolen uniforms, then scooped up the three unconscious underwear clad security guards and stashed them inside their lockers bending the locks off. Still chuckling despite themselves, the Merry Women stashed their clothes in their duffel bags and policed the scene. When they were done, they walked out if the security company officers and got into a company van. Gina touched her ear piece. " Zorro to all my Merry Women. Rendezvous at the Bank. It's time to redistribute $600 million dollars." She took her hand from her ear, and turned to Sasha and Amanda. " Let's do this." They all fist bumped, as Gina switched on the engine and drove towards William Street.



Melanie Griffiths manager of the William Street branch of First National got out of her car in the underground garage across the road from her branch. She was expecting another slow day of trading, with the same old faces of her all female branch. It was a point of pride for her, she had always felt that men were unreliable and untrustworthy, only females could handle so much cash without falling to temptation. Melanie caught her reflection in the mirror, at 32 she was also the youngest branch manager in the city. She had shoulder length black hair, with slender cheekbones and a heart shaped face, with almond shaped pale blue, almost grey eyes. She was dressed in a matching bright red suit jacket, with a black collar, and trousers with black high heels. As she walked to her branch, Melanie could see that the branch was already opened. Frowning at this odd occurrence she entered the branch, only to be grabbed by the mouth and pulled in. She looked fearfully around to see that she was being held by one of her own tellers, who had a gun pointed to her head. While the other closed the blinds and flipped the store sign to "Closed." On closer inspection, it was revealed that none of the women were her staff. There were 10 in all, 5 dressed in tellers uniforms Melanie's eyes widened, all their names on their plates were of her staff. Three were dressed as security guards and the final two as armored car guards. One of the group, a latina dressed as a security guard addressed her. "We are going to have a nice civilised talk, Melanie. If you scream or call for help, we will put you to sleep. Understood?" Melanie nodded as the Thai girl took her hand from her mouth.


" Who are you people? What do you want? Where are my staff?" Gina smiled at the little rich managers expense. " So many questions, so little time. We are the Merry Women, maybe you have heard of us. We rob the rich and give to the poor. My team and I have decided to come into your fine banking establishment to make a slight withdrawal, of $600 million dollars. And to redistribute it to the good people of this great city." Melanie's eyed widened. " T-thats our entire vault. You cannot be serious." Gina walked up to her, caressing the lapel of her jacket. "I'am always serious, Melanie. What we want you to do, is open the vault. Then we leave with the cash. Simple as that." Melanie's shot around the room "But what about the Cameras the alarms the..." Her voice trailed off, coming to a startling realisation. "We have switched them all off, no-one except you knows we are here." Melanie nodded she had no choice. "Just tell me one thing. My staff, did you kill them for those uniforms?" Gina shook her head. " We are not killers, Melanie. We only want the money. I give you my word m, and those of the Merry Women. They will be fine. A little sore perhaps and in their underwear but otherwise fine." Melanie took a deep breath."I believe you. The combination to the safe is 34L 43R 55L and 65L." Three of the Merry Women disappeared into the safe downstairs behind the tills "Take it all, all we do in this place is hoard it. Make sure it goes somewhere where it will do the most good. And thank you for sparing my girls." Gina nodded, before Melanie could say anything else, Naomi clamped her hand over her mouth and injected the sedatives into her neck. Gina watched as the bank manager, collasped unconscious into her arms. " She was alright, for a bank manager." Said Naomi as she dragged the bank manager away to her office. " She was just looking out for her crew, I can respect that". Said Gina as she went downstairs to assist her team in loading the loot. As Carol and Sasha daubed the bank with their calling card.


Between the 10 of them, it took 45 minutes to clear the vault of its $600 million dollars worth of Vare bonds, Gold Bullion and Cash. They had brought extra bags this time, Gina didn't want a repeat of Nakamura where they had been unprepared. Ignoring the silhouettes of people forming a queue outside, the Merry Women loaded up their stolen armored car with their loot. When they had finished, all 10 of them managed to squeeze into the armored car, 4 in the front and 6 in the rear compartment with the $600 million prize. As Franny ignited the engine and drove way towards their safe house, near FDR drive Gina glanced at the signs leading to the Federal Reserve and the NYSE. An idea started to form in her mind, the mother of all heists. But all of that could wait, it was time to use this $600 million dollars to make the lives of some New Yorkers just that little bit easier.

[simon4242]

can we have an epic epiklogue please

[Stormtrooper1990]

THE NEW YORK CITY POST

Merry Women Take Wall Street!

By Kate Bowman Wall Street Correspondent


First LA now the Big Apple, there seems to be no stopping the Merry Women as they pulled off another darling heist. This time they stole $600 million dollars from the First National Bank on William Street. All the while not shedding a single a drop of blood. The bank manager, Melanie Griffiths,32, was found unconscious stuffed under her desk in her office but she as been unable to give the NYPD any new Ieads. Since she cannot remember anything about the raid. All we do know is that like Nakamura Tower in LA, the Merry Women left behind their signature like a giant middle finger to high society.


The police were further baffled, when the unconscious underwear clad bodies of multiple young women were found across the Financial District. Five were identified as First National Bank Tellers Valerie Turner, 24, Barbara Holloway, 25, Jenna Ford,23, Mindy Chang,23 and Clarice Brandt, 24. They all worked at the William Street Branch the scene of the daring heist. Two were identified as New York Armoured LTD employees Yvonne Fletcher, 24 and Sara Frederick's, 23, who were found next to the unconscious stripped bodies of NYC Road Maintenance workers Sally Brenner,22, and Annie Templeton,24, in the back of their Maintenance van in an alley off Front Street. The armored truck, belonging to New York armoured, was also missing. Lastly, the final three were identified has bank security staff Angela Scott, 25, Jennifer Hardwicke, 22 and Manuela Sanchez,24. All three women were found unconscious stuffed in their lockers, stripped of their uniforms, at the offices of Wall Street Security LTD on Pearl Street. They had been due to start their shifts at the First National branch on William Street that morning. In a bizarre twist, the unconscious underwear clad body of 787 Coffee shop barista Marie Sanchez, 23, was found next to the body of Ms Holloway in an alley behind the 787. The only connection the police have with the crime, is that she is the younger sister of Manuela Sanchez. But even that link is a tenuous one.


With the NYPD completely baffled and with no Forensic evidence or fresh leads, the investigation as been passed onto the FBI who just like Nakamura refuse to comment on the investigation. But just who are these enigmatic women? It as been reported that several NYC charities and orphanages have received substantial anonymous donations in the wake of the daring heist. Many New Yorkers, are hailing them as heroines fighting against a corrupt broken system. One even had this to say. "I think the FBI and cops should f**k off and leave the Merry Women alone. They are actually helping us average janes and joes, unlike the rest of the rich p**cks in this city. So what if they strip a few chicks on the way and steal their clothes, its sounds pretty hot to me."

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[meditions142]

Amazing story. The Merry Women certainly are skilled.

Five pretty bank tellers all ambushed on their way to work. The women are deeply sedated with injected sedatives (and in Barbara’s case a drug her in coffee) and stripped of their uniforms. We also have a total of five guards taken out too. And a bank manager.

Also fun that we had some women taken out to allow the gang to get to the real targets. Love that road workers Sally and Annie and barista Marie were taken out and stripped so the real targets could be taken out.

Naomi continues to be a great character. The whole scene with Valerie was fun. Was the “I am really sorry about this . . . Valerie” meant to remind us of the scene in Alias with the waitress and Sydney’s comment to her?

Naomi’s little chat with unconscious Valerie was terrific. Loved “Wow! Like the tights, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I just took those too, right?" Naomi rhetorically asked the unconscious Valerie as she beheld the girl's matching solid black thong, covered by nude coloured tights. When she received no answer "Well I take that as a yes, thanks sweetheart.”

Fun too that she gave Valerie a little kiss on the check as she left. However, Naomi is then back to business and the detachment. When Naomi calls in Valerie is just “teller number one” who has been “neutralized”.

The coordination of the job is amazing. And we get to see some SI tools at work. Great to see the shock pistols used on guards Yvonne and Sara. Both women have had their CNS overridden and shut down and will be out for at least eight hours. And Loved Sandra saying “We are really sorry to trouble you like this, my lovelies. But we really need your truck and uniforms" before shooting the two pretty guards.

The fact that the three guards in the locker room ended up in a pile and it actually took a few minutes to untangle them was fantastic.

Great comment from Gina to Melanie when Melanie raised concern about the employees. “They will be fine. A little sore perhaps and in their underwear but otherwise fine."

Finally, great epilogue. “So what if they strip a few chicks on the way and steal their clothes, its sounds pretty hot to me." Great comment!

Another absolutely fabulous story. Thanks so much for posting.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Amazing story. The Merry Women certainly are skilled.

Five pretty bank tellers all ambushed on their way to work. The women are deeply sedated with injected sedatives (and in Barbara’s case a drug her in coffee) and stripped of their uniforms. We also have a total of five guards taken out too. And a bank manager.

Also fun that we had some women taken out to allow the gang to get to the real targets. Love that road workers Sally and Annie and barista Marie were taken out and stripped so the real targets could be taken out.

Naomi continues to be a great character. The whole scene with Valerie was fun. Was the “I am really sorry about this . . . Valerie” meant to remind us of the scene in Alias with the waitress and Sydney’s comment to her?

Naomi’s little chat with unconscious Valerie was terrific. Loved “Wow! Like the tights, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I just took those too, right?" Naomi rhetorically asked the unconscious Valerie as she beheld the girl's matching solid black thong, covered by nude coloured tights. When she received no answer "Well I take that as a yes, thanks sweetheart.”

Fun too that she gave Valerie a little kiss on the check as she left. However, Naomi is then back to business and the detachment. When Naomi calls in Valerie is just “teller number one” who has been “neutralized”.

The coordination of the job is amazing. And we get to see some SI tools at work. Great to see the shock pistols used on guards Yvonne and Sara. Both women have had their CNS overridden and shut down and will be out for at least eight hours. And Loved Sandra saying “We are really sorry to trouble you like this, my lovelies. But we really need your truck and uniforms" before shooting the two pretty guards.

The fact that the three guards in the locker room ended up in a pile and it actually took a few minutes to untangle them was fantastic.

Great comment from Gina to Melanie when Melanie raised concern about the employees. “They will be fine. A little sore perhaps and in their underwear but otherwise fine."

Finally, great epilogue. “So what if they strip a few chicks on the way and steal their clothes, its sounds pretty hot to me." Great comment!

Another absolutely fabulous story. Thanks so much for posting.

You are very welcome my friend.


That scene certainly was a tribute to the great Sydney Bristow, in one of my favourite uniform thefts of recent times. Naomi is the fun character of the group, I really enjoyed writing both of her scenes, in this and Nakamura. I also based her takedown of Valerie, on Shadow Tactics with the character Yuki's "birds voice" whistle in fact I did base Naomi a little on Yuki. She is definitely the most detached of the team.

The locker room was my favourite scene in the story, we have the three guards in the locker room, getting ready for work. Jennifer and Manuela are arguing about baseball, Angela tries to separate them but they get hit with Morpheus Gas and are quickly put to sleep.

Then when they strip the guards, they find them wearing not exactly standard underwear. Particularly Jennifer showing her love for her team



I can just picture the newspaper reporter, walking up to the woman who's dressed in an iconic I luv NY" tanktop, and asking her that. I was inspired by the movie Spiderman, when Lucy Lawless in a cameo dressed as a punk is asked about Spidey. Her response is. "A guy with eight hands, sounds hot." I just adapted it for the Merry Women.

[meditions142]

Forgot to mention in my first post how much I enjoyed the stripping scene of Yvonne and Sara.

I liked the discussion between Franny and Sandra "You alright taking the raven hair, San? She looks a little like you." Sandra nodded. "We could almost be sisters if it wasn't for the accent. The chestnut's your size anyway." For some reason I like the way they reduce the women they just knocked out to their hair colors. Guess more of the detachment.

I like too Sandra wanting to guess what the women wearing under their uniforms. And then discussing the women's underwear and mentioning that both women had nice tits.

I also liked the little exchange "They are quite fit aren't they, nicely toned and athletic. It is a shame we don't have more time." Sandra rolled her eyes. "Come on Fran, we are on a job. Besides you already have me." They leant in and kissed passionately. "You, my English Rose. Are all the woman I need." There is something really sexy about the comments about the women's bodies and then Franny and Sandra kissing while standing over the bodies of the women who they have just used the shock pistols on to shut down their CNS and put them into a deep sleep.

I also liked the final comment that the road workers have better underwear than the guards.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Forgot to mention in my first post how much I enjoyed the stripping scene of Yvonne and Sara.

I liked the discussion between Franny and Sandra "You alright taking the raven hair, San? She looks a little like you." Sandra nodded. "We could almost be sisters if it wasn't for the accent. The chestnut's your size anyway." For some reason I like the way they reduce the women they just knocked out to their hair colors. Guess more of the detachment.

I like too Sandra wanting to guess what the women wearing under their uniforms. And then discussing the women's underwear and mentioning that both women had nice tits.

I also liked the little exchange "They are quite fit aren't they, nicely toned and athletic. It is a shame we don't have more time." Sandra rolled her eyes. "Come on Fran, we are on a job. Besides you already have me." They leant in and kissed passionately. "You, my English Rose. Are all the woman I need." There is something really sexy about the comments about the women's bodies and then Franny and Sandra kissing while standing over the bodies of the women who they have just used the shock pistols on to shut down their CNS and put them into a deep sleep.

I also liked the final comment that the road workers have better underwear than the guards.

You are welcome, my friend.

In a way they remind me of Miranda and Nadja, who are both devoted to each other but can still appreciate the looks and bodies of the women they strip. Even from a detached viewpoint.

I wanted to have at least one couple amongst the Merry Women, to add that sexiness and sense of fun that is also a hallmark of the SI.

Like Miranda and Nadja, Sandra and Franny enjoy their work and uniform stealing is best done with those you love.

I mean who doesn't like Camisoles and scanty panties and love heart knickers.

[rufusluciusivan]

So I guess Naomi can now sing the Men in Tights song, since she stole tights... Plus, one Alias reference for the win.

Cool story. Nothing much to add compared to the previous one. It shared the same strengths I have already pointed out. At first I was afraid there wouldn't be as much diversity, with only bank tellers, but you found good ways to add other types of uniforms - and not necessarily only uniforms related to a bank, like guards - such as the barista.

Plenty of cool details to give more personality to the mugged girls. My favorite part was with the guards who argued about sports (and the reveal that one is a cat's person and an other is an avid fan of the Yankees when the Merry Women get a glimpse at their underwear). I'm a sucker for such scenes. (And for girls being stashed in lockers, but that I have already said.)
I also found it funny that the Merry Women choose to play cupid when Ingrid leaves Barbara with Marie. Reminds me a little of some of trackman's stories.

I liked how you decided to add a bit more moral complexity, and to not make the bank manager a one-dimentional greedy capitalist by showing she cares for her crew. Plus the Merry Women's response to Melanie - with Gina (as a fellow team leader) who connects with her in a way - was a good moment of characterization.

A bit like others who have already commented, I prefer stories that feature bondage in them. Though I confess your Merry Women stories feel like a nice change of pace. They have their own charm on me. A bit of diversity.

[Stormtrooper1990]

So I guess Naomi can now sing the Men in Tights song, since she stole tights... Plus, one Alias reference for the win.

Cool story. Nothing much to add compared to the previous one. It shared the same strengths I have already pointed out. At first I was afraid there wouldn't be as much diversity, with only bank tellers, but you found good ways to add other types of uniforms - and not necessarily only uniforms related to a bank, like guards - such as the barista.

Plenty of cool details to give more personality to the mugged girls. My favorite part was with the guards who argued about sports (and the reveal that one is a cat's person and an other is an avid fan of the Yankees when the Merry Women get a glimpse at their underwear). I'm a sucker for such scenes. (And for girls being stashed in lockers, but that I have already said.)
I also found it funny that the Merry Women choose to play cupid when Ingrid leaves Barbara with Marie. Reminds me a little of some of trackman's stories.

I liked how you decided to add a bit more moral complexity, and to not make the bank manager a one-dimentional greedy capitalist by showing she cares for her crew. Plus the Merry Women's response to Melanie - with Gina (as a fellow team leader) who connects with her in a way - was a good moment of characterization.

A bit like others who have already commented, I prefer stories that feature bondage in them. Though I confess your Merry Women stories feel like a nice change of pace. They have their own charm on me. A bit of diversity.

Thanks Rufus,

I wanted to pay tribute to Sydney and one of my favourite US scenes ever.


I try to give all my characters, especially the victims small little stories of their own. Even my cute Darkwatch sentries, two of which inspired a spin off. They may be only be in one story, but they are a part of it every bit as much as the MCs are.

I love using lockers to stash my victims inside, but the humble dumpster remains my favourite method of hiding the evidence. It also adds to my theme of detachment that runs through my stories.

Originally, i was going to paint the bank manager as a greedy heartless capitalist but I had a brainwave. To make her a mirror of Gina, that while they may be separated by an ocean of money, they both care for the welfare of their crews, and I love to add moral complexity to my stories as it makes them a talking point. That the story isn't just about the US element, but about the people too.


In this Story I wanted to add as much variety in terms of uniforms as possible. Especially those that haven't featured before like Baristas or workwomen. To show that the Merry Women are skilled and cunning operators, even though many of them are not former military like Miranda or Nadja in the SI tales. They are operating using the SI playbook however, and using their technology which hasn't gone unnoticed.


I know I don't feature bondage in my stories and that won't change. I like the idea of using sedatives or high tech means of rendering the women unconscious for very long periods of them as it removes the need for bondage, and enforces the theme of detachment in my stories. I never been much of a fan of bondage, even though it features in three of my stories. If there is to be bondage, then I prefer it to be improvised, it is more realistic that way. The idea for skilled operators to lug around rope to tie someone up is unrealistic. And not an essential part of my US experience. But I hope the humour and diversity makes up for the lack of bondage.

That's just my opinion.

Again thanks for your kind words and I am pleased you liked my story.

[rufusluciusivan]

I agree. The dumpster is a classic too.

I know I don't feature bondage in my stories and that won't change. I like the idea of using sedatives or high tech means of rendering the women unconscious for very long periods of them as it removes the need for bondage, and enforces the theme of detachment in my stories. I never been much of a fan of bondage, even though it features in three of my stories. If there is to be bondage, then I prefer it to be improvised, it is more realistic that way. The idea for skilled operators to lug around rope to tie someone up is unrealistic. And not an essential part of my US experience. But I hope the humour and diversity makes up for the lack of bondage.

Well, I thought I'd address the elephant in the room once, and be done with it.

Plus, there are already so many stories featuring bondage elsewhere on the board - in that context your stories bring more diversity.

I find it interesting to discuss and compare the different expectations we each have as readers. Personally, more than realism, I look for plausibility / internal consistency. The story can feature unrealistic elements (like bondage in the context of an infiltration or over-the-top comicbook-style characters), but as long as the universe is internally coherent, I accept it. I guess it's one of the reasons why I chose to have my stories take place in constructed fictional universes. I think it makes it easier to accept the unrealistic elements. This looks like our real world, but isn't exactly our real world, so it doesn't work like our real world. I think it creates some sort of tacit agreement between the reader and the writer.