## It's Up to Us

Post by cloudy14 » Sat Jul 25, 2015 11:18 am

His first day on the job and already the place was getting cased!
Simon thanked his lucky stars for spilling a spot of coffee on himself, having dealt with the problem in the restroom. Otherwise, he would be in the same dire situation as his coworkers down the hall. In any case, it would be awhile before he could call for the police or risk sneaking past the masked thug standing guard over the little lobby...
what the hell could these guys possibly want from a neighborhood mortgage law firm?
He had summoned the courage to crack open the door and was shocked to witness two more creeps entering the meeting room. The sounds of file cabinets slamming emanated throughout the hallway until the wooden doors closed once again.
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Simon waited in the far stall for what felt like an hour until he couldn't take it any longer. Quietly, he checked the hallway and slipped out of the men's room, crouching in the little alcove behind a water cooler and paper boxes. He was closer to the meeting room now and couldn't hear any noise or make out signs of the intruders' presence.
Holding his breathe, he crept up to the doors and entered swiftly.
"NNRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!! RRRLLLLMMMPPHH! HMPH HMPH..HRRRPPPPPMMMMHHH!!!!"
Six tightly bound and wriggling bodies lay thrashing and grunting before the new intern. Mouth agape, Simon looked on as he saw Paige Song from payroll roped in the near corner from her ankles to arms hopelessly search for the maintenance guy's bindings. Everyone had been blindfolded with white gauze generously wound around their heads, making Simon's presence in the meeting room still unknown to the unhappy hostages.
"UHHHCCAMMMMPPHHH!! NUMPPHH! THUUUUTTTHHH WWAUMPPHHH! MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Simon switched his attention to the commotion going on along the far wall. A determined blonde who he had yet to meet tried frantically to get the attention of junior partner Doug Waters. She directed her garbled speech a few feet in front of her as he sat bound to his chair, muffling almost casually to the wall behind him. She scooched forward towards Doug's sounds, her high-waisted skirt now peeled up like an accordion. Simon couldn't help but blush...and stare. As her front teeth snarled through the cloth packing and bandana, she reached her goal and gave it an annoyed kick with her 4-inch pumps, Doug rocking from side to side and scanning for nothing as he looked to see exactly where the nudge had come from.
"HHHHHLLLMMMPPPHHH!..HHHHHLLLMMMMPPPHHHH!..HHHHLLLMMMMPPPHHH!.."
However, the most pathetic duo was presented in front of Simon. Tied back to back with every limb secured in neat knots, Mr. Fenrich and his "Pumpkin Pie" Tanya (who picked a hell of a time to visit him from college) kept calling for the help that was just an arm's length in front of them. The senior head of the firm seemed to have given up and accepted the humiliation of being discovered in this state by either an employee, the cops, or even his wife...while his daughter continued to holler though her thick gag to get loose, get out of here, and be back to partying before midnight.
HHHHLLMMMPPPHHH MMMUUUHHHHH! PLUMMMMMMTH!
Simon thought his boss lucky to be blindfolded, if only due to Tanya's specific state of dishevelment, little red thong riding high on her backside and matching bra not taking much more abuse from the ropes...Simon went to remove his bosses' blindfold, and
MMMMHHHHHHH!
"Not a sound"
To Be Cont...

### Re: It's Up to Us

Post by xtc » Sat Jul 25, 2015 12:22 pm

Good start. Please continue when ready.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: It's Up to Us

Post by cloudy14 » Sat Jul 25, 2015 3:58 pm

"Not a sound"
A soft feminine whisper passed into Simon's ear as he was grasped from behind, mouth fully covered. His heart racing furiously, his captor backed him out of the room, returning to the hallway. He was spun around and to his shock looked upon a gorgeous young woman with a finger held to her own lips. She mouthed the words "follow me", eyes wide on Simon, and hunkering low, led him quickly past the restrooms and into a supply closet Simon hadn't seen before.
"Thankfully I got here before you started untying everyone. I'm positive these criminals are still somewhere in the building, may have gotten our cover blown if we had anyone else free right now...please tell me you already contacted the proper authorities?"
Simon couldn't move an inch without brushing into his new found partner but he didn't mind at all. The woman's perfume lingered about the cramped closet.
"Dammit, it should be on Mr. Fenrich's desk! I just.."
"SHHHH" The woman dug her elbow into Simon's side.
"Sorry, I just started my summer program for him today. Are you an associate too?"
She held out a hand adorned in all kinds of bracelets and took Simon's into her own, shaking it and whispering, "Esha Bhatti, I consult with Mr. Fenrich on drafting unusual historic property documents. I guess you can say I too picked the wrong day to meet at his offices." Simon had a hard time keeping it together...such an exotic woman was thrown into this insanity with him, and here they stood, practically breathing on each other as they assessed the situation.
"My phone is having the screen replaced this afternoon, and from my observation, the intruders collected all personal effects from anyone caught. We may have to get help by making a run for the door".
Simon nodded in agreement. "I want to stick together on this too."
Checking to see if they were alone, Simon cracked the door. Once clear, he motioned Esha to follow by the water fountain leading to the next corridor. The two of them knew this is where things could get dangerous, and they quickly glanced both ways until ducking to the left and heading down one of the longer side door exits of the office building suites.
"We need to regroup in the breakroom before we make the sprint," whispered Esha. Now leading the way, Simon watched as Esha held her forearm to dampen the jingling of her accessories and crept towards the darkened breakroom entrance.
Simon watched her face flash nervously for a moment before she waved her free hand to have him join her. As he crouched next to her, in the dim light coming from a vending machine, Simon made out two more captives each secured on stools, hands, arms, and torsos snuggly lashed together, feet tied and anchored to the stools themselves.
HHHULLOMPH? HHHHHUUUULLLOOMMMPHH! HUUMMMPHHH TTHHUMMPPHH?
Although blindfolded from feet of gauze, the two hostages must have heard or noticed the presence of Simon and Esha at the breakroom's threshold as they attempted to communicate to each other in an unintelligible gargle, shifting their hips and shoulders to ease their restriction. Simon finally realized the bubbly lobby receptionist Alyssa was one of the breakroom hostages, her skin hot and red with sweat as her sundress straps draped below her shoulder and displayed a show of cleavage made more prominent from the white ropes across her sternum. The blue bandana kept its cloth well in place and Simon felt terrible for the petite girl, her cheeks full and strained. The man beside her undoubtedly had no idea his Monday meeting would lead to this, and angrily huffed and puffed through his nose, fruitlessly attempting to shake off his blindfold.
HHHLMPH UMMMMMPPHH! PLLLLLLUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!
Forgetting the floor turned to tile, Esha's heels made just enough noise to fully get the attention of the hostages as her and Simon stooped low behind a large potted plant.
HLLLLLMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH! HHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH! CLMMMNNTHHH OOOOMMMMPPPHHH!
Simon and Esha both locked eyes as they heard voices growing louder down the hallway...
TBC...