My day started out perfectly at Citibank. Standing by the stall, I withdrew $5,000. The bills flipped gracefully in my hands as I counted them. Plans to bet and gamble at the Bargata Casino fastened my attention. I smiled, feeling lucky and stuffed the money in my pocket. Nonetheless, it happened!
Two female robbers clad in black clothes, wigs, and ski masks charged in the bank. They were holding guns. The robber, who was short and had on a blonde wig, hit the obese security guard on his head.
"Get Down guys!" The robber who was taller than her accomplice was, barked; her wig contained the raven hair.
Bank customers screamed and began dropping on their knees. I was stunned, feeling as if everything stopped. People in the bank stayed still, and none of them dared triggering the silent alarm. That was an unbelievable turn! Vaguely, the scenario reminded me of Michael Mann's action movies. My stomach growled in horror as I imagined being shot and killed on the spot. Sweat drenched me from head to toe. My all-white Nike Foamposites sneakers got unpleasantly wet and dirty!
"Nobody move; nobody gets hurt!" The tall robber shouted. "This is not a game!"
The short robber ran to the counter and said, "Hey bitch! Take out the money you got here!"
The startled Black female bank teller with long silky hair reached in the till and handed the money over to her. The short robber jabbed the dollar bills in duffle bags. Meanwhile, the tall robber paced around the bank, eying everybody. The short robber zipped the bags and turned. She almost tripped over her own enthusiasm. Then she spotted me and paused for a few seconds.
"Oye! You're coming with us," She said, waving her gun threateningly.
'Oh Great, ' I thought.
"Don't get up or make any stupid moves, or he will be shot right here!" The tall robber announced.
After removing their ski masks, they put on the oversized shades and led me out of the bank. Tourists and school kids packed the street with no idea of the crime that just happened. The robbers opened the door of a parked black car and hustled me in. My heart raced as I sat in the back seat with the short robber. Her accomplice took the driver's seat and the engine groaned furiously. We headed down some blocks. I prayed that somebody or a surveillance camera caught the license plate.
The bank robbers dumped their getaway car a short distance away. We hopped inside a black Cadillac Escalade EXT truck and sped away. As we entered the Holland Tunnel, they began stripping their disguises off. I instantly recognized them! They were Kapri Styles and Micah James, notorious bank robbers from California.
Micah, the robber sitting next to me, was a light-skinned beauty with big brown eyes and supple body; she had an exotic charisma of an Indian woman. I liked her straight, shoulder-length raven hair. She had a tattoo on her right forearm.
Kapri, the driver, was a slim, brown-skinned hottie with wide-set eyes and long black hair. Tattoos on her left arm, wrist, and right shoulder were apparently vivid.
"We set it off in there," Micah shouted. "That was close!"
"Hell yeah, bitch!" Kapri said laughingly. "We made it plainly enough!"
"What are we going to do with this scapegoat?" Micah asked.
"Gonna kill him and that's all!" Kapri replied.
"Why?" I spoke, rather nervously. "I won't open my mouth before the authorities. Come on, now!"
Micah giggled and said, "How cute! We should let him live a little longer. Let's fuck him first and then..." she pointed her fingers like a gun in my direction.
Kapri laughed. "That's the thing we'll surely do but first let's get something to eat. I'm starving!"
"So am I," I responded before Micah could utter a word.
"I don't give a fuck if you're starving!" Kapri continued. "And Don't speak a shit I tell you! Got it?'
"Yeah," I said.
Ten minutes later, we parked in the back of a small diner a little farther from the road. Some blonde teenagers loitered around there, skateboarding and smoking.
Kapri turned to me and said, "You better not run and make any silly moves or I'm gonna blast your fucking head off!"
"I won't! Trust me. I don't want any blood on this outfit or sneakers!"
We got out of the truck, and I walked between them. The bitches looked sexy in their blue tube tops, matching jeans, and designer shades. People could easily mistake us for friends. Even though this was the perfect opportunity for me to run, I did not feel my life was really endangered. In fact, I had a presentiment that something good would ensue.
We walked inside the diner and sat at a table in the back where the truck could be viewed clearly. It was not packed and the place was air-conditioned. Kapri and Micah ordered cheeseburgers with fries and a Coke. I had hot wings with fries and iced tea.
"Damn, my nigga, it looks like you haven't eaten for days! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kapri asked with a grimace as I devoured the hot wings like a wild savage!
Micah giggled. "You do look crazy eating like that!"
"Well, I haven't eaten for hours actually," I continued. "If I weren't your hostage, I already would have had some delicious soul food."
"You're a fool." Kapri chuckled. "What is your name?"
"Gianni," I lied.
"That's a nice name."
"It is," Micah agreed.
"Thanks," I smiled.
Micah gazed me and smiled back. Then her feet rubbed against my leg. The physical contact had me aroused. I found myself sexually attracted to Micah as I gave her a wink. As horny as I was, I stared down at Kapri's brown tits, which were clearly visible in her black bra.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Kapri asked, noticing what I was up to.
"Those nice tits of yours," I admitted. "You need to pop those tits out!"
"Shut up!" Kapri said.
"They look so nice," I continued. "They're so brown like a cream, full, and yet firm."
"They should be; I paid for them." She acknowledged. "I bet you can't tell."
"Oh, really?" I continued. "If we're playing that guessing game, pop those tits out, I'll tell you if they're real or not. Shit, I'll go double or nothing on those jokers."
"Look, boy, enough about my tits." Kapri told me with a slight giggle. "You're still our hostage, nigga."
I chuckled and stayed silent. Micah continued laughing and Kapri smiled even though she tried to keep herself calm. She liked the way I jested, and I felt being attracted by her assets too!
After we finished eating, I paid the tab. We walked out of the diner, approached the truck, and drove off. John Legend's new song, "Who Do We Think We Are" came on and we were grooving to the beat. It almost felt like a lounge in the truck. These bank robbers made me feel like their new associate rather than a hostage. Micah definitely calmed my nerves with her constant flirting and touching. I slipped my hand down her shorts and felt her soaked pussy.
Kapri took the next ramp with a motel sign, soon pulled up before a building. We stepped inside and entered the room they occupied. There were two beds, a medium size flat screen TV, and an air conditioner. Kapri and Micah piled the money on a bed. Faces of dead presidents never looked so fresh from my angle. The dollar bills were new and crispy like a bucket of Popeyes chicken.
Kapri counted the money with a money-counting machine and announced, "We took $100,000 from that bank!"
"Holla!" Micah screamed. "We did good, girl!"
Kapri gave Micah her cut and she put the rest in a blue duffle bag. They were full of euphoria. A part of me strangely felt good that those beauties got away with the robbery. Micah whispered something to Kapri who chuckled instantly.
"Gianni, today is your lucky day! I'm gonna leave you here with Micah. Do whatever you want and if you can satisfy her, we'll let you go!" she said, giving us a wink.
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