On the Run

"Sweet."

"Quite. Now he has three main passions. One is violence, the other is money. And the last one is trading in erotic art."

Jamie shrugged. "Weird."

"Yes. He has bought loads of art of naked women at auction and there was some war in Argentina and Paraguay ages ago, and three figurines of naked ladies about this high..." Emma brought her hands up about four inches apart and then continued, "...were made of gold. They were squirrelled out of the country and have been in a private collection but our friend, Jaroslav, bought them at auction five years ago. They are going back to auction next month."

"OK. How much?"

"He bought them for three hundred grand." Jamie whistled. "Well they are of some General's daughters and the Argentines, they want them back."

"So why don't they just buy them?"

"Bidding could reach seven fifty, maybe even a million. There is a cheaper way."

Jamie looked at Emma. "You?"

Emma smiled. "Yes, I know they are wanted and know they will be bought off us in Argentina. We just need to get 'em there."

"Why's he selling 'em?" Jamie asked and Emma smiled.

"'Cause there has been some interest in them. He knows he will get a good price and one of his passions is money. If you could treble your cash in five years, you'd take it, right?"

Jamie nodded and looked at her. "So what do we know about breaking into stately homes?"

Emma glowered at him and glanced over at the pictures on the table. "I don't know, what do we know about raiding stately homes? I can't think," she taunted.

Jamie sighed and held his hands out in an aggressive pose. "So you and ya gang?"

"My gang got picked up two weeks ago. They did over a footballer while he was kicking balls abroad. I fuckin' told them not to but they just went ahead and did it, so I ain't got a gang no more. They busted 'cos they dain't think."

"Oh," he muttered. "So this is getting us back togetha then?"

Emma took a deep breath. "For one time only. We do this, we should clear fifty, seventy grand each. Maybe a ton. And then it is debt repaid."

"Right. OK. So what's this got to do with me bruva?"

Emma gave a grin. "He is working at the double glazing company on reception. He can give us all the information we need. Inside info and the like. I applied for a job up there to get a look but I got nowhere."

"Yeah right," he said, getting up. "Oli won't give us jack. We ain't doing it if we need Oli."

Emma took a deep breath and pointed aggressively at her ex-lover. "OK. You go back to nicking CDs and DVDs off Woolworths or raiding Post Offices or whatever you think you can get away with, because this is a big job and it ain't going to be easy but I've done a couple of big houses in the last few months and I got a few contacts. I ain't raiding houses every month for a few grand for the rest of me life 'cause one day me luck's gonna run out. So I wanna do a couple of big jobs and this is a big job. Serious notes going on here." Jamie went to speak but Emma snorted. "And if we do this then we clear a few notes and it a shite-site easier than fucking with Benefits Office, ya get me?"

Jamie nodded. "Oli will give us fuck all," Jamie told him and Emma put her head in her hands and ran them through her hair. "We do it but we need to do it without Oli."

"Just ask," she told him. "If he says no when we ask then I got an MP's house as a backup. Few watercolours at taxpayer's expense."

* * * * *

"It can be done," the old man said peering out from behind his spectacles and turning the object in his hand. "But it will not be cheap."

"I know," Jaroslav said, his thick set eyes boring into the grey-haired man inspecting the three statues. "How much and how long?"

The man grunted and inspected them again. "This detail here, it takes time. I have three men," he said and clicked his fingers behind him. "Three men, and they work day and night for weeks to do this." Jaroslav looked at Mikael, his favoured henchman, and then at the forger setting them on the table in front of him with his gloved hands. "And who does it have to fool?"

Mikael sniffed and Jaroslav flicked his head towards him with a scowl. "Everyone, maybe."

"So that take long time," the forger announced. "You want it in Gold?"

Jaroslav shook his head and the man licked his lips. "So I get weight right but different metals and alloys. He picked up his pen and jotted some details down as Jaroslav clicked his fingers and Mikael passed him a bundle of English banknotes.

"Three more," Jaroslav said. "One when we get it and two when the fakes 'ave sold."

The forger looked at Jaroslav holding out the bundle of banknotes and sighed. "How long?"

"Two weeks," Jaroslav announced and the forger rubbed his nose, shaking his head.

"It can't be done." Jaroslav scowled and glared at the man, rubbing his hands together. "Can't be done," he asked and then glanced at Mikael, slightly taller than him but at least ten years younger. The henchman looked menacing in his long trenchcoat and Jaroslav gave a nod of the head causing Mikael to crack his knuckles.

The Italian forger simpered, his frail body nervous and his hands shaking. "It too soon. For four weeks, I do. Maybe three, but two Mr Doszak, it take a long time to do this to a good standard. It take long time."

Mikael moved past Jaroslav and pushed the forger back into his chair. He stood behind him, pushing down on his shoulders and the forger squealed.

"I ask again," Jaroslav said in a firm voice. "Two weeks."

"Two weeks it tough. But I try." Mikael squeezed the shoulders and he cried out in pain. "OK Mr Doszak, I do, I do."

Mikael let go and Jaroslav nodded towards him with a smile. "Perfect. I send boys 'round next Monday," he told him accentuating his Ukrainian accent. He waited for Mikael to open the door to the studio for him. "And when they come, put them in vault. I want auction people to see in vault. It helps."

"Yes, boss," Mikael said robotically and held open the door to the car.

"It's disgraceful," the forger cried, the moment the two men left. "I am 63 and they treat me like that," he said to his partner. "It never should have happened. He has no respect. It disgusting."

The young man nodded and the forger pulled out his tape measure; he was not going to see his wife, children and grandchildren for days, he just knew it but if he failed Mr Doszak he would never see them again.

"I'll order a pizza for us," his young apprentice said. "We ain't getting any tea are we?"

* * * * *

Oliver glared at his brother. "Are you off your soddin' trolley? You promised Mum that you would go straight, Jamie."

Jamie scowled and spoke in a lower voice. "I will. After this one. Dis perfect. Look listen man."

"No," Oliver said firmly and gestured with his hands as he spoke. "No. You've already said. You want to steal some priceless statues from some mad Ukrainian gangster, my employer no less, and you want me to help you. Me? You've gone stir crazy. Have you heard what he does to people who cross him?"

Emma swung her legs over the side of the desk chair and knocked over the pencils on a desk holder with her thighs. "Yah shouldn't believe all the rumours, Oli."

"Yes, but I do believe these ones. Most people have rewards for information leading to the capture or arrest of someone they don't like, he has rewards leading the removal of their internal organs. I am very fond of my organs. Why can't you just go back to nicking from sub post offices if you want to get banged up? At least Postman Pat doesn't extract pieces of you for retribution. Or payment of old debts."

"'Cos they've closed 'em all," Emma said wistfully and then gave a coy smile. "No one thinks of armed robbers when they are closing down post offices, do they? It's politicians banging on about old people this, and postman that, poor Jamie and I don't get a fookin' thought."

"Right well, no offence, but I don't want anything to do with this hare-brained scheme. And when you are arrested, as you will be, don't mention my name 'cos I quite like it up at the Manor. It's good money and easy work."

Jamie sneered. "The Manor, eh? Anyway, with the right stuff from you on the inside, I ain't gonna be nicked."

Oliver took a deep breath. "You said you only did one post office but you got caught. Your record is pretty shit, Jamie. Every time you did something you were arrested for it."

"Ah well. Was sixteen wasn't I?" Jamie asked rhetorically and gave a grin at his twin brother. "And yah baund ta make a few cock-ups when ya young, ain't ya? But I've been inside for six years now, and I got me-self an education. From the pros like."

"Six years. Do you want to do that again?" Oliver looked at his brother's ex-girlfriend swinging her legs and glanced up at her. "And you trust this guy not to get you arrested?"

Emma gave a grin. "I ain't ever been to court. I trust me-self not get me-self nicked. Which is why we need ya, Oli. Cos the other job we got lined up we ain't gonna get any inside info so we bound to get collared."

Oliver gave a groan and Jamie patted him on the back. "Hey, just a few things and then we'll be out of ya hair. And I won't tell no-one where we gets our intel from. Promise."

Oliver bit his lip and rubbed his eyes. "No. I am not interested in getting arrested."

Jamie and Emma gave audible groans and Jamie threw his hands up in the air. "Ahh come on," he hissed. "Grow some balls. It's a bit of info, like, and we'll cut you in."

Oliver sighed. "I am fine. I am not doing it. I remember them raiding the house and getting pulled into the street. And then being arrested as they thought I did it the job with you and all that. I am not going through that again."

"Ya want to live with Mum all ya life? What about that bird ya kept banging on about in ya letters?"

A tortured smile flickered across Oliver's face. "Vicky, what about her?"

Emma smiled. "Well if you get us what we need, and we can do the job, then we'll give you some readies."

Jamie snorted. "Woo 'er; take to an 'arvester or a MacDonalds or owt."

Oliver slowly shook his head. "We aren't. Well she's in Scotland at Uni."

"Ahh, well, enough to get a girl to get ya laid," his brother offered. "All we're lookin' for is some plans and whatever ya lay ya hands on for security system. Tell us and we'll make it worth ya while."

Oliver sighed and Emma raised her legs, so her skirt rode up and her knickers were clearly visible to Oliver sat on the bed. "And get us in the building, if ya can." Oliver groaned in despair and closed his eyes as he thought. "We'll give you enough to get a girl to strip for ya, and screw ya fuckin' brains out," she teased. "Enough to 'ave a good time, night after night after night. Be a big man."

Oliver gulped and pushed down on the crotch of his trousers with the palm of his hand to disguise his excitement. "Any girl?"

"I promise," Emma said with a smirk and glanced down at the nervous looking man. "Girls love guys who take them out in flash cars or stuff. We can give you that."

Jamie glanced up and gave a grin, Emma was twirling her brown hair that tumbled down her face, around her finger and slowly licked her lips. "Well I can't get much," he told them. "I mean I am just the temporary ... the temporary receptionist. I don't know much."

Emma gave a wry grin. "Then what do you know? About the vault for starters."

"Well I believe the vault is protected by access cards like this one," he pulled out his work ID and passed it to Emma who glanced at it and then looked at Jamie.

"RFID," she murmured.

"Well it's the same system in the house that's in the offices. Our boss, he's just flown to Barbados for two weeks, but he was around when it was put in and he told me 'bout it one lunchtime. Proper state of the art kit. But obviously that card won't let you into the vault which is in the main house. It's underground and protected by all sorts of security so you won't get in."

Emma looked at Jamie. "We'll see about that. Keep going."

"Well we do the cards on reception, like but there are special areas of the 'ouse I dunno what gives access to. Like zones nine, ten, eleven and twelve mean stuff in the Manor but I don't give access to them."

"Can you?" Emma asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Can I what?"

"Can you give access? Is it don't or can't?"

"I dunno. I ain't tried. Maybe.."

Emma looked at Jamie. "We might be getting ourselves a ticket to the vault," she said with a smile. "That'll be crackin'."

* * * * *

Emma tapped on her dining table and looked at Jamie who was finishing his lager spread out on her sofa, watching TV and glancing at his host suspiciously. "What's bothering ya?"

Emma bit her lip and rubbed her nose. "Nuttin'," she said firmly and then looked at her watch. There was a knock at the door and Emma leapt up with Jamie eyeing her warily; she was up to something. Jamie heard talking and then Emma came in with a beautiful blonde girl who looked no older than 18.

"Hi," Jamie squeaked and Emma looked at the girl.

"This is Honey," Emma told her friend. "You can have my bedroom."

"Ya what?"

Honey swung her hips seductively as she walked, her long coat hiding any trace of what she was wearing and she held out her long hand towards the man spread out on Emma's couch. "Well come on," she said softly, her eyes staring at the bulge inside Jamie's black tracksuit bottoms. "We've only an hour."

Jamie looked back at Emma who grinned at him. "It's a coming out present," she told him. "And ya said ya needed it. It's ma treat."

Jamie gulped; it had been six long years since he had sex with anyone, would he remember how to? His heart skipped a beat as the lovely Honey led him into the well decorated bedroom of Emma and he turned to face the blonde girl as she sat him on the bed.

Honey cooed at her classy surroundings; Emma's room was not large but was tastefully kitted out in cream walls and oak furniture, which looked like it should belong in a middle-class terraced house not a one-bedroom flat on a run-down estate in Runcorn.

The girl possessed a genuine smile, and long golden blonde hair that tumbled down her face to the tops of her shoulders. Jamie gazed into her deep blue eyes and then at the rest of her body hidden by the shapeless long coat. Honey slowly unbuttoned her outer garment, watching him twitch in anticipation and squeezed his hand; he was clearly nervous and excited.

Honey slid the coat from her shoulders and Jamie gasped when he saw her DD-breasts and just a skimpy set of cream and black briefs. "You like?"

Jamie nodded, he was speechless, and Honey stepped forward, rubbing her breasts into the face of the eager gentleman who grunted and closed his eyes, feeling the soft, smooth mammaries of the escort glide over his skin.

Honey stepped back and knelt on the side of the bed pushing him back and lowering his tracksuit bottoms to his ankles. He blew him a kiss as she extracted a condom from her waistband that she placed on the tip of his cock and rolled it down with her mouth.

Jamie gasped in delightful shock as Honey's mouth slid up and down his sheathed member. It felt very good and he could not remember anything being as wonderful; she was better than Emma when she did it to him the one and only time and he gripped the edge of the bed. "Oh fuck," he muttered under his breath and closed his eyes, savouring the delights of the experienced escort as she gleefully ran her tongue over his rubber-encased glans.

He felt his muscles start to tense and Honey stopped and looked him.

"Emma said this was a coming out prison present?" Jamie nodded and she glanced at him. "How long for?"

"Over six years," Jamie admitted.

"That's a long without sex. Breaking and entering?"

"Yeah I did that," Jamie muttered.

"Then break your losing streak and enter me," she said with a grin and Jamie laughed at the cheesy joke Honey had uttered. It was a bad pun, but it broke the ice and soothed his nerves. He moved to allow Honey to sit on the bed, and then adjusted his body swinging his legs over her and prepared himself to enter Honey in the "missionary position." Honey raised her legs slightly and guided the man into her soft hole, sliding the gusset of the thong to one side. She gave an exaggerated grunt as he slid in and then a gasp.

Honey clearly liked over-exaggerating the enjoyment she got but it stroked Jamie's ego and she ran her long fingers over his T-shirt covered torso. He grunted and closed his eyes as his rod slid along Honey's opening. His entire body tingled and he gasped, mewing out loudly as Honey's internal muscles gripped his member; he had forgotten how good sex felt.

He looked into the contorting face of Honey and gazed into her lustful eyes. He could feel a tightness, a tension on the back of his testicles and increased his speed, ramming his member into the glistening opening with more force and energy.

Honey did enjoy the passionate actions of Jamie and groaned, gripping his buttocks and squeezing. "Oh fuck," she muttered and felt Jamie's legs shake.

His face was a twisted mess of relief, and he called out as his loins released a powerful flood of intense energy. "Oh ... oh ... oh shit," he cried as his penis pumped several waves of semen into the well at the tip of the condom.

His fast, rampant action slowed considerably and he looked into the eyes of the escort smiling back at him. She pouted and then kissed him on the neck. "You were wonderful," she gushed and slid out from underneath him, passing him wet wipes from her bag.

"Yeah, you were crackin'. Ahh it's been awhile."

Honey grinned and bit her lip, watching him as he tied up the condom and threw it into Emma's bin in the corner of the room. Honey stretched and kissed him on the cheek.

"Doesn't he go down?" Honey asked and looked down at Jamie's erect cock.

Jamie pushed his chest out. "Nah, he's always ready," he boasted.

"Well I won't be a minute," Honey muttered. "Just got to go and freshen up in the Little Girls' Room."

Jamie nodded and watched the half-naked escort get up. "Don-nee be too long," he muttered with self-assurance, and watched the girl glide out of the room, her wonderful body enchanting him. Jamie lay across the bed panting and closed his eyes thinking about the previous few minutes.

"How is he?" Emma asked the prostitute and Honey laughed.

"It's proper been awhile. He shot his load in no time."

Emma chortled. "He was always like that before. Few seconds and it was all over. Mind you, he would always want to go again and again. Like being fucked by the Duracell Bunny."

Honey giggled. "It's OK. He's not the first guy who comes quickly that I've had. And if he can manage it, I got time for another go."

Emma smiled and looked at her watch. "Well you said an hour," she told him. "That's ten fucks for Jamie," she teased and offered Honey a drink, which she declined.

"But when I've done this, the slate is clean, right?"

"Yeah," Emma promised. "Completely clean."

Chapter III

Oliver passed his busty colleague and co-receptionist a cup of tea and then sat down at his desk, typing in his six digit code to let him onto the computer system. The girl thanked him and leant over to get a pen from his desk. "Mr Doszak is coming in today, you might want to look smart if you see him."

"Cheers," Oliver replied, and took a sip of his coffee. The tales of Jaroslav Doszak were varied and numerous but all had the same violent and uncompromising ending where the crazed Ukrainian would hit someone or fire an employee at a moment's notice. Oliver was a temporary member of staff; he could be fired in an instant and he sat straight up in his chair.

"How was ya weekend?" Charlotte asked, removing the headset and adjusting her seat.