Chapter 2. Natalie

Following a hot piece of posh totty into the shop, Carl and Andrew slipped unnoticed into the changing rooms then remained out of sight. Having previously scouted the shop they knew that nobody bothered to check that these were empty until the cleaners arrived much later in the evening. Having timed their arrival not long before closing time, they didn’t have too long to wait. Through a chink in the curtain they watched as the store emptied of customers. After a spot of tidying up, the staff left except one young girl who remained to do the cashing up.

She was in her twenties and a pleasure to watch. On a petite face, narrow eyes with blue-grey irises sat beneath finely defined eyebrows. A touch of mascara added a seductive smoulder as they peered out over a sleek prominent nose set between high cheekbones. A wide thin-lipped mouth with a subtle pink lipstick set in a broad smile showed off immaculate white teeth. A deep narrow chin set off an elegant prettiness. Framing this, light sandy-brown hair flowed from high off the forehead in soft waves either side of her eyes. The bulk was then pulled back behind the head and tied in a pony tail leaving some light stylish strands to the fall softly on either side of slightly large ears.

They watched, mentally salivating at the delicious young thing as she removed the cash trays from the tills and carried them over to a large antique wooden desk. Natalie, it said on her name badge, seemed like a nice decent young woman. Whiplash slim, but not too thin with a figure that was nice to watch. A smart white blouse, crisply ironed and fully buttoned to the neck fitted snugly to a long slightly boyish figure apart from the swellings of a small but pleasant sized bust. Short sleeves showed off long lean toned arms and a black pleated mini-skirt with a black belt tied around the waist drew attention to her sensational legs. Sheathed in tan-coloured nylons so sheer, it was at first difficult to tell if she wore any. Raised up on black shiny high-heeled shoes with pointed toes, the slimness of her legs made them appear breath-taking long. They were nicely proportioned with sexy calves curving over the long length of her lower legs and nice curves of the hamstrings at the back of her upper thighs. In fact she seemed to be all leg, so much so that they couldn’t take their eyes off them as she sat down in a swivel chair with the short skirt rising all the way up exposing an eye-watering amount of delicious thigh.

Facing the desk, Natalie laid out the cash trays before her, then opened a big metal cash box ready to receive the money with desk calculator, cash-book and pen at the ready. The young beauty then took out the money and began organising it into piles to count. From their position they drooled at the big denominations on show. Those super-rich bitches certainly liked to splash it around. With all the cash on the table they made their move. Quietly leaving the changing room, they stole across the shop floor to where the girl sat. She glanced up with a delicate gasp of shock to see them standing there looming over her.

“Bag up the money and give it to me and no-one gets hurt” Carl growled flinging down the burlap sack he had brought with him. Andrew snarled with menace at his side. To their astonishment, the girl just sat back in the chair and raised her lovely long legs to put her feet on top of the desk. The gaze of both men went to those legs, adoring the long lean lines with rising lust. The clink of coins against metal broke the spell as she quickly picked up the piles of money and put them in the cash box. Carl quickly grabbed her upper arm to stop her. “Don’t play games with me, bitch” he shouted getting angry. “Just stuff the money in the bag” he told her. The lovely brunette glared at him, her narrow face with the smouldering eyes radiated a sensual toughness that went straight to his groin. Bending back her right foot on the desk forming sensual curves with her long slender shapely legs, she twisted in the chair to face him. With legs as hot as these, both men’s eyes were drawn to the long beautifully shaped calves. “Stuff this in your bag!” she exclaimed. A tan coloured blur arced from the table towards the apex of Carl’s legs. WHOMP! That sleek long leg drove the pointed toe of her shoe straight into his balls like hammering a nail into his scrotum. “Arrrrrraaaiii!” He squealed at the sharp searing pain in his balls. “What the f*ck!” his accomplice exclaimed as Carl stepped back, creasing over and clutching his groin with tears in his eyes.

With cheeky insolence, Natalie put the last of the cash into the metal tin and shut the lid. It closed with a loud click of a locking mechanism. Sparing Andrew a smug smouldering glance she reached across the desk for a land-line phone. In panic he hurled himself forward, leaning across by her side reaching out for her hand before it reached the phone. Her left arm unexpectedly jerked back. WHUMP! “Arrrghhh!” a swift sharp pointed elbow slammed into his balls like a piston. “Orrrraghh!” he moaned. His chest fell onto the top of the desk only to watch helplessly in horror the blur of her elbow speeding towards his face. BLAM! “Orraghh!” the arm just above her elbow pounded the side of his jaw solidly sending blinding shards of pain through his lower face as his jaw slipped sideways. The force of the blow launched him to an unsteady standing position behind the chair.