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...