Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 07

"Anna, he's a decent guy, he's done me favours. Choose someone else, come on," I reasoned.

Anna snorted. "What does it matter to you?" she said dismissively. "I've checked the place out, it's an easy one, his cash register is ancient -- we'll actually end up with some money this way. I'll cut you in."

I had to talk her out of it. This crossed some kind of line and I wanted no part of it. I jumped down from the bed and onto the grass outside. Anna looked at my still semi-engorged cock and laughed. Sara appeared beside me and stepped into her dress.

"I need a shower," she said, pulling the straps over her shoulders and rearranging her tits inside the material. "Can I have the key please, Anna? You two need to sort this out, I'm feeling too good to be in an argument." She turned to me and pecked my lips. "Remember what we talked about?" she said quietly, then walked off towards their van.

"Put some clothes on," Anna said. "You look ridiculous."

"I don't care how I look, Anna, I don't want you to do this."

Anna shrugged and smoothed the material of her white skirt down. "What does it matter to you? He'll have fun, we make some cash, it's easy."

"It's stealing, you're not thieves. You said it was all for the thrill. Stealing's just," I searched for the right word, "just wrong," I said. I could hear my voice rising in pitch.

Anna laughed again and sighed. She crossed her legs and the ankle bracelet dangled teasingly. "Of course it's for the thrill baby. It's always for the thrill, you know that."

I wasn't so sure that I did. Whether it was my post coming-comedown, the great weight of the claustrophobic air or the beginnings of the truth that Sara had told me I was beginning to have serious doubts about what I'd got myself into with Anna.

"Then why do you have to steal the cash from the till?" I asked.

"Why not? We all need money don't we?"

"But you just said it was for the thrill. You're not making any sense, Anna."

"Look Sam," she said, a note of frustration creeping into her tone, "that first night, in the shower," she looked towards the ablutions block as she spoke, "I had fifty cents. I could have just had a shower but you were so cute, so helpful, such a gentleman," she giggled. "I just thought what the hell?"

As hard as I tried, I couldn't help but smile at the compliments and the memory of that night but nevertheless her argument didn't hold much water at all.

"You think you've had fun so far," she said breathily. "You wait till you see what we'll do to you tonight."

My mind boggled at what might be in store but I didn't want to let Anna think she'd won.

"I'm not that easy, you know," I said pompously.

Anna laughed and leant forward, cupping my still wet cock and balls in her hand.

"Whatever you say baby," she said, squeezing gently. "Just be ready to pick us up at three."

***

I was in a laundrette, giving my bedclothes a much-needed wash. I'd felt the need to get away from the campground and think so had driven into town. I was so fucking confused and I needed to spend some time alone. I sat on a wooden bench, watching the laundry turn this way and that, the washing machine strangely hypnotic. My foot was jiggling nervously. I was in turmoil.

Where had my moralistic concerns come from? Was I just thinking about it too deeply? I didn't know the people they scammed, why was it bothering me so much? A couple of days ago, no, hours ago I'd been massively turned on by the whole illicitness and now I was considering just driving off, putting this crazy week behind me and moving on. On the other hand I knew for sure was that girls like Anna and Sara weren't likely to cross my path again. I believed Anna when she said they had something special lined up for me later and, unless I was reading her completely wrongly Sara seemed to have been hinting that perhaps she saw something stronger developing between us. I cursed my weak-willed male libido and licked my lips at the prospect of another night of wonder.

The novelty of watching my clothes rotate before me had worn off and I was flicking through a newspaper a previous customer had left behind. It was filled with the usual mixture of inconsequential -- to me at any rate - local stories, adverts, and sports reports on the local rugby teams. I gathered a local lad had been signed by a European club and great things were expected of him. I'd already forgotten his name as I turned the page.

Sighing, I folded the paper and dropped it on the bench. It was then that I saw the front page headline: 'Crime spree spreads'. I recalled the other paper I'd seen about backpackers' hostels being robbed. I read the story. Another two local hostels had been hit. The dates matched when Sara had disappeared for those couple of days. As much as I didn't want to I wondered if knocking off backpackers' hostels was her speciality. It certainly seemed plausible and gave some weight to what Marcus had told me. I closed my eyes and recalled that morning's entertainment and the things Sara had said about her and Anna. I chose to disregard the information before me in black and white and thought about what lay ahead that night. The horny little devil sitting one shoulder had thoroughly wiped the floor with the angelic voice of reason on the other. As if by magic my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Sara.

Loved this morning. Thank u! Just u wait till tonight ;-) xx

My dick told my brain to shut up and I waited for the machine to finish.

***

I was driving back to the campground, doing my very best to ignore what I'd read. My morning with Sara had added yet another element to the whole affair and the text she'd sent felt real enough. I desperately wanted to believe the things Sara had said. She'd seemed so sincere, so honest about how she felt about Anna's behaviour, that I was beginning to think maybe we had some kind of future together but the dates of the hostel thefts fitted too well. It could be a coincidence, I told myself but I wasn't entirely convinced. I'd never really thought Anna and I would last -- she was way too high maintenance and unpredictable but I felt like Sara and I had connected, like she saw in me a way of getting things back on track, on a slightly less crazy, amoral path. I really didn't like the idea of ripping off the guy in the little shop -- he'd always been friendly and helpful. Yes, he was going to have some fun but he didn't deserve to be robbed. I hoped I'd still be able to talk some sense into Anna. On the other hand, my libido reminded me, whatever Anna and Sara had in store for me as a reward was undoubtedly not to be sniffed at. Every cloud, I thought to myself.

I peered through the windscreen and into the sky. The wind had finally picked up and there were some serious-looking clouds heading towards us. I could hardly wait; the heat was making it hard to think. I couldn't wait to be able to get back out on the water and make the most of the wind and waves that I'd come here for in the first place.

As I approached the entrance to the campground the girls were there, ready to go. Anna was dressed in her outfit she'd acquired earlier in the week and Sara was back in her plunging blue halterneck dress. Both looked stunning, of course, and as their blonde hair and skimpy clothes flapped in the strengthening breeze I remembered why I'd managed to reconcile the less agreeable aspects of their enterprises. Just as I had the other day, I reassured myself that even if he was about to be scammed, at least the bloke was going to have fun.

I pulled up and the girls jumped in beside me, the three of us squashed together on the front seat. Even with the cooler air the van was still hot and sticky, but the perfume that now wafted over my own unwashed body made the atmosphere a more pleasant one. They both leaned over to kiss me. Sara, next to me, held my gaze for a fraction longer than Anna and gave me a sultry pout and a quick wink as Anna fiddled with the iPod to find something more to her taste. Definitely, I thought. I know she's not as bad, I told myself.

"You could have washed, Sam," Anna teased. "At least Sara washed your come off before she came out in public."

I muttered an apology and pulled off onto to the road.

"I'm only teasing," she laughed, looking out of the open window, her hair lifting and falling in the wind, but always falling back into that neat, parted bob. "You smell like sex. How can that be bad?" Both girls laughed and Sara gave my thigh a comforting squeeze before turning to Anna and speaking in Norwegian. I tried, in vain as ever, to catch a single word that might give me an inkling as to what they were talking about before giving up and concentrating on the road. At least Anna hadn't been upset by Sara and me having fun without her. I mulled this over for a few seconds before giving up having succeeded only in convincing myself that it was all part of some dastardly, impenetrable scheme.

We were soon at the shop and Anna told me to park a little way down the road. The menacing clouds were almost overhead and I'd had to use the van's headlights. There was an almost electric feel to the air and it seemed a storm was inevitable.

The shop itself was just off the road, down a short, steep ramp. From where we had stopped I could see along the road in both directions, and also down to the shop and the path that ran from the beach to the shop. Anna had clearly cased the joint thoroughly and I had to admire her planning skills. My role was simply to keep watch for anyone approaching and then drive the girls away with their spoils after they'd down what needed to be done. I'd feebly complained about using my van as the getaway vehicle -- the board and bike strapped to the outside not exactly making it inconspicuous -- but Anna had waved away my protestations saying her van was unreliable and might not start at the crucial moment. As she had said, we'd have to move on as soon as we'd finished this job anyway.

Inside I was torn, once again. There was an undeniable thrill about what we were doing and the thought of whatever the girls were going to do but I was still unhappy about the target. I'd decided I'd have one last go at talking Anna out of the job but I was annoyed to find myself enjoying the build-up and as the girls smoked their pre-hustle joint and preened and primped one another I couldn't help but enjoy the spectacle.

"You're definitely doing this then?" I asked, half-heartedly.

"We sure are," Anna shouted excitedly. "We're gonna have so much fun," she leaned in front of Sara to rub me through my shorts, "and so are you, later on!" As Anna's hand held me firmly and I began to grow I cursed my hormones and my pathetically weak will. Anna winked and tittered naughtily then spoke to Sara in Norwegian who looked at me and grinned. Fuck it, I thought. If the previous episodes were anything to go by I was in for a hell of a ride later. I'd deal with my morals another time.

Anna flicked the joint out of the open window and stroked Sara's bare thigh. "You ready baby?" she asked her in English. Sara nodded. "Right then sexy, let's have some fun." She opened the door and stepped down onto the road where she made sure she was looking her finest, smoothing her clothes, rearranging her boobs and flicking her hair.

Sara turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "OK Sam, you keep your eyes open and text us if anyone comes," before adding quietly, "and don't forget what we talked about earlier. I'll make sure Anna doesn't do anything too crazy. I'll text you if I can." She slid herself along the bench seat and out of the van.

"We shouldn't be too long," Anna said. "Make sure you concentrate now. No wanking allowed!"

"Have fun," I mumbled. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I said.

Both girls grinned naughtily and blew me a kiss then, holding hands, walked down the road towards the shop. Before they turned to go down the slope, without even looking back, Anna flipped the back of her skirt up and gave me a flash of her bare bottom. Sara's hand was on it in an instant, slipping between Anna's peachy buttocks just as they disappeared from my view. I settled into my seat, switched on my phone, and began my vigil.

Within a couple of couple of minutes the first spots of rain began to land. Big, glassy drops rolled down the windscreen and the sky darkened further. The wind strengthened and I heard a distant rumbling. As the rain began to fall more steadily the familiar smell of water on hot tarmac filled the air. I breathed it in. It was such a familiar smell, one that reminded me of hot summers at home. Now it felt like ther beginning of some relief after the heat of the last few days; a promise of a less sweltering future. My phone buzzed as a text arrived. It was Sara:

Here we go baby. Anna working quickly! Xx

I laughed out loud. She really didn't waste any time. I wondered just what kind of treat the dude was getting. I realised I so wanted Sara to have been honest about not having the marks touch her. This morning had obviously had an effect on me, and her, I hoped.

Suddenly, everything was lit by a brilliant flash as a huge bolt of lightning ripped across the sky followed a second or two later by a deafening, booming crack of thunder. Then the heavens opened and I dived to wind up the windows before everything was turned into a sodden mess.

If I'd thought the storm I'd driven through the night I'd met Anna was intense then this was something else entirely. The heat and moisture that had been building for a week had finally become too much and now the atmosphere was restoring the balance. The rain teemed down in sheets and the wind whipped around me, rocking the van with its intensity. It was as dark as night and I could barely see a few metres in front of me apart from when ferocious flashes of lightning tore across the firmament, turning everything a brilliant white for a split second. I switched on the wipers to try and clear the windscreen but the feeble blades stood no chance against the downpour. With the windows up the windscreen was soon as good as opaque.

I clutched my phone anxiously. It seemed impossible that anyone would be stupid enough to venture out in this weather but I couldn't be sure of anything whilst in the van. I tried to wipe the windscreen to clear the condensation but it was hopeless. I sat in the driver's seat, chewing my lip nervously. If anyone did come they were going to get a shock but unless one of the girls actually had their hands in the till it would be embarrassing but nothing more. But what if they were seen? That was the whole point of me being here, after all. I bit a fingernail and fidgeted, helplessly glancing at my phone as if it would help me in some way. Almost as if she knew I would be looking at it another text came through from Sara:

Anna being a dirty girl, very sexy. He's looking but no touching for me! xx

"It's all right for some," I muttered out loud but I was relieved to hear Sara wasn't in on the action.

After a couple more minutes I realised it was hopeless. I had to get out of the van if I was going to be of any use whatsoever. I rummaged around behind the seat for my waterproof jacket and pulled it on. I peered upwards to see if there was any sign of the storm abating but it was still dark as night, torrents of rain lashing the van. Gripping my phone tightly I pulled my hood up and, not really knowing what I was going to do, opened the door.

A bolt of lightning streaked through the blackness, followed immediately by another deafening thunderclap, seemingly directly above me. I ran towards the shop, strong gusts of wind buffeting me. Within seconds my shorts were soaked, my flip flops slapping wetly as I made for the slope down to the shop. Rivers of runoff water were flowing down the road, the drains already bubbling as they tried to cope with the deluge and I had to stop to rescue a flip flop as it slipped off my wet foot. I uttered several oaths as I trod painfully on the gravel and cursed my choice of footwear. I skidded my way down the slope and made for the shelter of the overhanging porch at the front of the shop, trying my best to stay quiet so the girls weren't freaked out. As tempting as it was to have a peek inside, I resisted, not wanting to risk being seen.

I was out of the worst of the weather and sheltered from the wind by the building. From where I was I couldn't see the path from the back of the shop but anyone entering the shop would have to walk right by me so I figured it would have to do as a vantage point. The storm was still in full force, the wind howling torrential rain almost horizontally. Sheets of water fell from the overflowing gutters and great puddles had formed in seconds on the gravel approach to the shop. The temperature must have fallen about 15 degrees, too, and in my wet shorts I was beginning to get cold. The appeal of this little caper was fading fast. I sat on the little wooden bench and waited, praying Anna's talents were working at full capacity. Here I was, shivering outside whilst only metres away the guy in the shop was being serviced by my partners in crime. This evening had better be worth it, I grumbled to myself. Again, as if my mind was being read, the phone buzzed:

I wish you could see this baby, Anna being such a slut!!! Xx

It was too much. I had to see what was going on. So far I'd had none of the thrill of that first hustle in the second hand shop. At the very least I deserved to see just which of Anna's skills she was putting to use with this bloke was before they robbed him. I guessed Sara would be at least semi-naked, too so nothing else I'd be able to watch them at work.

Crouching, I crept over to the big window at the front of the shop and waited a few seconds, just in case I'd made any noise. It seemed unlikely, with the wind and rain but the sky did appear a touch less threatening, suggesting the worst of the storm might be over. The thunder and lightning seemed to have passed, for now anyway. As I steeled myself for the moment I had to put my head above the windowsill my mind began to flick through images from TV programmes and films: stakeouts, surveillance operations, elite commandos hiding in bushes for days on end. They weren't spying on two girls seducing a guy so they could rob him, though. Another thought flashed through my brain: less SAS, more peeping tom? Fuck it, I thought. I'd heard enough about Anna and Sara's modus operandi now was the time to witness it.

My heart was racing, I'd built this whole thing up so much, but Sara's texts had whetted my appetite. I was pleased to hear she wasn't physically involved, I believed what she'd told me that morning, but the taboo that these girls had broken was so enticing I had to see for myself. I took a deep breath and lifted my head up.

The shop was brightly lit, especially in contrast to the gloom outside but I couldn't see anything going on. I worked my way along the window and poked my head up again, this time with a broader view of the shop. Off to one side, away from the main counter I saw them, the guy from the shop and Anna. She was bent over the counter, him behind her, trousers round his ankles, fucking her as if his life depended on it. It was difficult to see clearly as he was between my viewpoint and her but it seemed she was clearly enjoying herself, or making a very good job of appearing to, as was he. A pang of jealousy shot through me. Hadn't she told me she didn't have sex with the marks they targeted? It seemed Edvard, Marcus, whoever the hell he was had been better informed than I had given him credit for. I reminded myself that I knew Anna was a massive slut; that was how this whole thing had started. I couldn't be jealous, she wasn't mine. It was her very naughtiness that made her so much fun.