Chapter 1: "A Night At The Museum"

It was about 2:30 in the morning on a Friday of the second week of September and unseasonably warm outside.

The fact that it was 78 degrees outside made me glad that my job did not require me to work outdoors.

The company I worked for had received the contract to upgrade the network of the Museum of Arts and Sciences. As the following morning the museum was to open for a new exhibit of rare Egyptian artifacts, we had been given one night to complete the job.

I had worked with Joni for about three months and we had already developed the comfortableness with each other that new friends start to have.

As the client was not going to be present while we were working, we had both decided to be comfortable and dress casually.

Besides being both very competent and a hard worker, Joni was quite attractive. She has short curly red hair, nice firm breasts and the sexiest pouting lips.

I had always made it a point as a professional not to allow myself to be distracted by such things while on the job but this time was to be the exception.

I found It was becoming increasingly more difficult to concentrate as Joni had showed up to work that night wearing a cute white blouse, with frills on both collar and sleeves, and a neckline cut just low enough to show enough of her ample bosom to keep me distracted. To make things worse, she was also wearing a somewhat provocative pair of tight red shorts that perfectly accented her curly red hair.

She was busy wiping each workstation and installing the new Operating System on them while I was working on the last stages of the upgrade of the second of three servers.

She turned to me and said, "Jim, I'm going out to the van and get my utility disk. This damn thing has a boot sector virus on it! I'll be back in a second."

As she headed toward the exit I called to her, "Hey, while you're out there, can you see if there is any change still lying around? I'm dying for some caffeine and sugar."

"Sure, need anything else?" She asked.

"Nope, just the caffeine fix; thanks". Unfortunately, a caffeine fix was not the first answer that came to my mind when she asked that last question.

She had been gone a little longer than I expected and I was busy banging away at the keyboard when I heard her voice calling me, "Jim."

"Just a second; I am almost done." I said without looking up from the computer screen.

"JIM!" she said louder with urgency in her voice.

When I looked over at her I instantly realized why she was so insistent about getting my attention. Standing behind her were a man and a woman dressed in what appeared to be security guard's uniforms; both were wearing one of those cheap plastic Lone Ranger masks you buy for Halloween. The man was holding Joni's arm behind her back and an old style .38 police special to her head. The woman was pointing a similar weapon directly at me. "They're robbing the museum, Jim!" Joni said with fear in her voice.

"Keep your mouths shut. Do as you are told and don't give us any trouble and you wont get hurt." The female robber said to us. "Don't" she continued, "and the cops will be creating their own artwork on the floor with chalk! Get the picture?"

Chapter 2: "Boxed And Ready To Go"

While the woman held her weapon on Joni, her companion took me to a storage room located near the museum's loading dock. I was forced to help him uncreate, then cover with padding several large paintings that the museum's personnel had apparently prepared for shipping and subsequent pickup.

The man handed me a 1 and a half-inch drill bit the likes of which you might use to install a doorknob. He then pointed to one of the cordless drills which, I can only assume was used by the museum staff to seal crates, and told me to drill several holes in one that was unused and its accompanying lid. Both crate and top were insulated with thick plastic covered padding; and the crate, except for some packing blankets, was empty.

I started to worry when it occurred to me that the crate was just large enough for two people. I considered trying to jump him but realized that Joni was surely dead if I failed, and possibly even if I did not. I was pretty sure that if I had a firearm this guy would have been toast; I had learned a few things playing first person shooters. Unarmed, well I didn't like the odds. After all, I'm a computer geek not Walker, Texas Ranger! I decided not to risk it.

We then used a small forklift to load a crate and lid onto the truck. After that, we went back into the area in which I had been working and I was happy to see that Joni was still safe.

We all headed to the truck where they told us to get into the back.

When we got there, the male robber told us to get into the crate.

It was then that his companion said, "Wait, I have a better idea. Strip!" and got a wicked smile on her face.

I looked at Joni; she looked at me; and while we both just stood there in shock, the woman said while pointing her weapon at Joni, "Now! We haven't got all night!" We started to strip and both stopped when we were down to our underwear. The woman looked at us and said, "I said strip; all of it!"

I closed my eyes as I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and I opened them just in time to see Joni's firm breast spring free of her bra.

We both looked at each other in embarrassment for a second but it didn't last long because the female robber did not give us time to think about it.

Impatiently she said, "Hurry up, now the rest of it, or do you want us to do it for you?"

At that we each let the last stitch of clothing protecting our modesty fall away.

Her male companion whistled when he saw the now fully nude Joni. Even as she tried to look away from me, I couldn't help but notice that Joni was a true red head.

The female robber said to me, "Not bad for a computer nerd."

She then pointed to the empty crate and said, "Take out those blankets and get in."

I removed the blankets from the crate and started to get in face first so that I could lay on my stomach but she stopped me and said, "No! Not that way; lay on your back."

Having no choice, I turned over and lay back into the crate.

She turned to Joni and said, "Now it's your turn Sweety, get in; and just so there's no confusion, face first!"

Joni walked toward the case looking even more embarrassed than before and climbed on top of me with her legs straddling me on both sides. She tried to keep her pelvis from touching mine by keeping her weight on her knees.

Then the female robber took the bundle of blankets I had removed from the crate and shoved them behind Joni's ass as though she were packing us for shipping. She took the flash light from her belt and turned it on. Then, she pointed her weapon at Joni's breast and pushed her into a sitting position.

She then bent down very close to me and said, "It seems an awful shame for you not to be able to enjoy the view." and then she looked at Joni.

Turning back to me she placed the flash light under my neck and said, "Here's a little light for you."

"Bitch! I'll bet your getting a kick out of this!" Joni said to her in anger.

Obviously vexed, the female felon simply put her head down and French kissed me for several seconds.

I really wish she hadn't done that because the combination of her warm tongue in my mouth and Joni sitting on me started the flow of blood to my till then dormant penis.

After she pulled her mouth from mine she said to me, "Enjoy the ride honey."

She then turned to Joni and said, "Looks like your lucky night Sweety."

Her male companion snickered and said to her, "You're such a romantic Baby".

"Yeah, I just love playing matchmaker", she said and then pushed Joni down onto me and placed the lid on the crate.

When the lid was in place Joni said to me, "Jim, they are going to kill us! I don't want to die this way."

I started to reassure her when we heard one of them say, "Don't worry; both of you did as you were told and we keep our word. We wont kill you. We just need time to get away once we get to the rendezvous point. Once we are safely away, we will call the police and tell them where you are. If we wanted to kill you, you would be dead already."