He chose this room specifically because the girlfriend of a wealthy coke dealer was running away from her possessive, crazy boyfriend, taking as much cash as she could to make her escape - and new life - with her. It was amazing to him how overhearing a conversation at the Carrow's restaurant across the street would provide such an opportunity to possibly change his life forever. He was not a thief by trade, but this was just too good to pass up.
He waited for the woman to leave, walking past her car as it drove away, giving her a smile and a wave in the process. A pretty blonde with curly hair - she just didn't seem like the girlfriend of a coke dealer. Watching the room for a full day after he heard the revelation she shared with a friend on her cell, he decided to be prepared for anything.
The room was starting to get dark as dusk fell on the small Northern California town. He pulled out the small LED flashlight he brought, and methodically worked his way through the room. The drawers in the credenza were all empty, as was the closet, with the exception of a small suitcase, which held only a small amount of clothes. No wonder the woman wore the same dress two days in a row he thought - she was traveling light.
Suddenly, he heard the familiar electric twang sound that the plastic key made when drawn through the lock. "Shit," he thought, "Who the hell is that?" As fast as he could, he ran to the door and stood as straight as he could behind it. He was slim and strong, so making a small footprint behind the door came easy to him.
A small plastic grocery bag was tossed on the floor into the door, then one more, as the woman returned, walking into the room just behind them. He waited for the right chance - he couldn't have her screaming for help now. As she picked up the bags, he lurched forward while she was already close to the ground. Startled, she fell forward, unable to regain her footing when her high heels gave out on her. Onto her knees and face, she didn't realize at first that her momentum was being aided by his pushing hands.
Once he clamped a strong hand over her mouth, she knew she was in trouble.
"Quiet," he said loudly. "Do what I say or I'm going to hurt you," came next.
She nodded yes, and didn't put up a fight. If it was one of her boyfriend's men, struggling would only make them meaner - and make it much worse for her. So she lie there and waited. A moment later, he removed his hand from her mouth, but kept his weight on her back, holding one of her wrists firmly behind her.
"What do you want?" she asked quietly, trying not to provoke him.
"Just your money," he said; then, standing up and taking her with him by the leverage he held with her hand behind her back, he said, "Sit down and put your hands behind you."
"Whew," she thought, "It's just a thief!" She practically ran over to the chair and sat down, placing her wrists behind her.
"Okay, go ahead and tie me up now."
"Huh?" he thought, completely caught off guard by her words.
"That's what you're going to do, right? That's why you wanted me to sit down and put my hands behind me, so you could tie me up?"
"Well, yes," that's exactly right.
"Okay," she said, wiggling her hands behind her, "Go ahead. Tie me up."
Still surprised, nonetheless, he had a job to get done, and wanted to be out of that room - and away from this crazy broad - as fast as possible. He grabbed his backpack and pulled out his pieces of 'just-in-case" rope, along with a couple bandannas.
As he gathered his supplies, she thought to herself, "The more he ties me up, the better chance I have of just getting robbed. If I'm all tied to the chair, he won't be dragging me to a car or raping me."
He started tying her wrists together. Usually he would have definitely gagged her first, but she was being so cooperative, he figured he would just get around to it. After tying the rope all around and in between her wrists, he started tying the knot off.
"You can make it tighter if you want," she said. "I know you don't want me to get free and all." He smiled to himself and pulled the first knot just a bit tighter, then the second, and a third knot for good measure. She gasped just a little, and said: "That's better."
She struggled a little to test the ropes as he grabbed another section from the pieces he tossed on the floor. "That's pretty good," she said. "It's pretty tight now; I'm sure I won't be able to get free on my own."
"No you won't," he said, using the new section of rope to tie her ankles together. He wrapped the rope around and between her ankles in the same manner he tied her wrists together. Without missing a beat, he grabbed another rope and tied her legs together, just above her knees.
"You certainly take your job seriously," she said. He smiled, taking a moment to get a look at his captive. She was very pretty, and in decent shape. Her tight dress revealed all her curves, along with a pair of breasts that seemed to stand up on their own. As he threaded the rope around and between her thighs, he realized just how silky smooth her skin was.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, reminding himself he was there for the money and not the girl.
"Well, tying my ankles and my knees like this - you certainly don't want me going anywhere now, do you?"
"No I don't," he replied. He was not a man for a lot of words, and her eagerness was starting to make him wonder. I mean, who practically begs to get tied up like this? She didn't even try to put up a fight. Instead he gets, "Tighter." She was starting to remind him of a girlfriend he had a while back.
"Once you're all done tying me up, there's money in my purse. Over $500 dollars. Just take it - it's a pretty good haul for something like this," she sort of said and asked at the same time.
"Only $500?"
She paused for just a second. Did he know about the real money, she wondered? Finally she answered, "That's all I could get from the ATM today. I'm on vacation and that's my limit."
He finished tying her legs, and then grabbed a long section of rope from the floor. She started struggling with them, testing the ropes around her ankles and knees. "Not bad," she said. "But you probably want to tie them to the bottom of the chair or something. I have a lot of slack there." She kicked her legs up to show him.
"Or maybe I'll just tie them to your neck instead, from under the chair. That would be stricter and would keep you from trying to break the chair to get free," he responded.
"I'll be quiet now," she said. Without missing a beat, she continued, "Maybe it's a good time to gag me with those bandannas. Then I'll have to be quiet."
"Now you're telling me what to do? You have to be the most controlling person I ever robbed."
"I'm just trying to help. And strong as you are, I really don't want to let my mouth get me in any trouble."
"Oh, um, okay," he said.
"Besides, I don't mind being tied up and I know you don't want me to get free. So, before you go ahead and gag me, you can use as much rope as you want, like I could stop you anyways. But you might want to tighten my ankles a little - compared to my wrists, they're kinda loose."
"So, you like it tight. I get that. A little kinky, huh? You're making this too easy for me."
"It's not like that. You were going to do this anyways, so why make it harder on myself? It's only money," she said. "Are you going to gag me now?"
Did she just bat her eyelashes at him, he wondered? Sure looked like she did. As she sat in the chair looking down, he took one of the bandannas and stuffed it into her mouth, pushing it in as far as he could. To his surprise, she opened her mouth to take it all in. He grabbed another bandanna and wrapped it around her head, over the one stuffed in her mouth, tying it off behind her. Finally, she was quiet.
"And for the record, you're the only person I ever robbed. I thought you might have some cash I could grab in a hurry, is all. Back in the corner of the hotel, all alone, you're away from the cameras, which makes you an easy target. If you had just stayed gone a while longer, you never would have seen me."
She continued to look down. The very reason she booked this room was because of the privacy from the cameras. Now it was backfiring big time.
He started speaking, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
"Are your knees too loose - should I tie them tighter too?"
She nodded "No," and made "Unh-unh" sounds through the bandanna. He didn't want her to know that he overheard her in the restaurant - the last thing he wanted was to be caught up in any shit with some angry coke dealer. Nope, as far as his captive was concerned, he was just another robber, trying to make ends meet. If he couldn't find the money, he could always take the gag out and ask. It had to be close by. Funny how she offered him the $500 consolation so readily - like anyone on vacation that could cough up so much cash so quickly would stay in this motel! He was definitely in the right place.
"Finally," she thought. With her mouth gagged and him still tying her to the chair, she was almost free. The more she played along like some kind of average tourist, the less questions he would ask. If he even knew anything about her, the last thing he would have done was gag her now. Instead, he would have asked her questions, wanting to know where the money was.
Before he finished tying her with the long section of rope he had left, he bent down and retied her ankles. Come knot-tying time, he went ahead and tied it tighter than he normally did. She winced just a little, but nodded her head in approval as he tied the first knot, the one that cinched her ankles together. He did tie them to the bottom of the chair, running the rope from her ankles under the chair and up to her wrists. Two knots later, he was finished, and started tying her upper body to the chair.
Making a lasso with the rope, he wrapped it around her body, pulling it tight just below her breasts. "No bra,' he thought, as his hand brushed past her nipples while he wrapped it around and around her.
A few moments later, she was fully bound to the chair. He stepped back to take a look at his captive. She definitely wasn't going anywhere.
"Well," she thought to herself, "I'm definitely not going anywhere for a while." So far her plan was working perfectly - the petty thief would be done soon and take off with a boatload of cash for a robbery like this. Then she could sneak out and move on in the night with the real loot. Well, once she got untied, anyways.
She tested the ropes just a little. She didn't want to go all out and make it look like she was trying to get free so soon. Instead, she decided to make it look like she liked it. In a way, she did, but not like this.
Her boyfriend used to let his goons practice tying people up on her. It all started innocently enough one night. One of them had someone get away and then asked him if he could practice tying on her; so it wouldn't happen again. To be fair, she was the only other person in the room, and her boyfriend, always on the phone making deals, just waved his hand - his version of a "Yes, go for it."
Always waiting for him, she didn't have much else to do. So the guy took her into another room in the big house - one of the spare bedrooms - and started practicing. At first, it was pretty simple and she could always get free easily. He would just tie her hands behind her and her ankles together. She learned to pull her feet through her wrists and bite the knots to get free.
The guy watched and actually took notes. Soon he was adding more rope, and tying her to things like chairs and poles. Her boyfriend had a stripper pole put in the room. It was supposed to be for her to dance sexy for him, but she spent way more time all tied up to it than anything else. Hands above, hands behind, on her feet, on her knees, and even on her ass.
Gags were always a part of it too. Like everything else, at first they were simple - just a piece of cloth or a bandanna or something like it tied between her teeth. Soon though, he started stuffing cloth into her mouth before using the bandanna or tape.
If it wasn't a chair or a pole, she was tied up on the floor - sometimes even the bed. You would think this stuff would bug her a lot, but she just played along, trying to be a part of her boyfriend's team.
In reality, she kinda liked the attention she was getting from her boyfriend's help. She liked feeling helpless. He was handsome and very respectful, always checking with her to make sure she was okay. It was even fun when she wasn't out partying or doing something else.
Soon though, word got out that one guy was practicing his craft at being a better crook, and pretty soon they all wanted to practice on her. For a couple months, when her boyfriend was busy with work, at least one of his hired help was practicing tying her up at any given moment. Sometimes they would even tag team and two or more would practice tying her up together, even time themselves on how quick they could do it. Her boyfriend was playing along even, telling one of them to "go tie her up" before he would come into the bedroom for her. One day he even had two of his men kidnap her at the club, and bringing her all tied up and gagged in the backseat of a limo back to his hotel room.
Of course, they didn't just practice with ropes. They would take random stuff, like stuff you find in a garage or car trunk, and tie her and gag her with that too. Straps, duct tape, neckties, belts - even chains. They wanted to know what worked best and what was the easiest to get out of. She was getting good at getting free at first, but the more they practiced, the harder it was to get out, until she couldn't get free at all most times.
There was this kind of progression with each new goon. Sloppy tying and loose knots, then they would get better. She would tell them what worked, and some would listen, but most wouldn't. They just had to see for themselves.
Some were not as nice as the first guy. Sure they acted good when there were others in the room, but once they were alone with her, it wasn't much of a shock for them to pull down her top to get a closer look. It was always some excuse, of course, like "I didn't want to ruin your dress with the rope." If they had actually touched her, her boyfriend would have had them killed in a minute.
It all ended one day, though, when one of the goons tied her up on the bed with her hands behind her and her ankles tied to her thighs. The short dress she wore that night left her g-string, and the rest of her, exposed, especially after she struggled a while to get free. Her boyfriend walked in at the wrong moment (for him) and put a stop to the practice altogether. The ropes wrapped around and between her crotch certainly didn't help.
Whoever this thief was, he was pretty good. As she slowly pulled and tested the ropes, she realized that getting free might not be as easy as she first hoped. She was starting to regret giving him any advice.
He watched her struggling for a moment. It wasn't like he was born some kind of expert on tying people up. If it hadn't been for an old girlfriend's acting classes, he wouldn't have been able to tie her up so thoroughly.
He thought about the day his live-in girlfriend and roommate came home with an interesting request: "Could you tie me up tonight? I have a role I need to prepare for for my acting class, and I need to be tied to a chair." He was happy to help out. After dinner, he went out to buy some rope and bandannas. When he got home, his girlfriend was waiting eagerly for him. She had pulled one of the kitchen chairs to the center of the dining room and slid the table and other chairs back into the corner.
Once he put the stuff down on the table, she sat down and put her hands behind the chair. He tied her up, but it took a long time and wasn't very effective. He tried again, but the same thing happened. She started getting frustrated, because she said she had to "feel really tied up and helpless" to get into the role.
He looked it up online, and a couple minutes later, he came back with a vengeance. Well, at least she didn't get out in a couple seconds. In the weeks that followed, he ended up tying his girlfriend up a lot - only she stopped making silly excuses and just outright asked him - even planned special evenings around it.
For the next year or so, he played tie-up games with her a lot. She couldn't get enough of it, it seemed. Eventually they drifted apart and he came home one day to a note on the table.
Just then, the woman he had just finished tying up made a soft moaning sound through her gag as she struggled slowly - she was getting into it! No wonder she wanted it tighter and all. His girlfriend was the same way.
He reached into her purse on the bed and pulled out her wallet. Just like she said, there was just over $500 was in there, in crisp, new bills. He counted it out - there was $584 altogether. He grabbed her license and scanned it with his eyes. Her name was Kendra.
To be continued...