gaggirl
01-20-2007, 10:52 PM
....Banks on a Firday Afternoon
Friday.
“Which bank?â€
“Commonwealth Bank! Hey thanks for this, I’m sorry I just don’t have time. Fuck I’m LATEEEE†She roughly shoves her feet into the strappy heels and makes a run for her handbag. She’s a lot more dressed up in her snazzy red dress as compared to me with my flared light denim hipster jeans and tight pink t shirt and white platforms.
“No worries. Hey good luck!†I take her bank book from her kitchen counter and meet her at the door, expecting it when she barges past me.
“Thanks! I’ll call you! Don’t be late to the bank!†She is self employed and forgot the banks close on early on Fridays. She’s such a cheerleader! I close the door behind me and make my way to my car, start it, throwing the bag containing the book beside me casually.
Lucky bitch! I think to myself. The excitement of going on a first date! Then again, being married, I can be thankful I don’t have to suffer the usual dating agonies anymore, and I have sex pretty much on tap.
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I park the car in the underground carpark. So dark and so quiet this time of day. All the other parked cars are all soulless. I hope out of the car and lean in to grab the bag from the other seat. It was not known to me at the time, but I look back and imagine they must have been there, or someone, watching and waiting. And I blush to think they would have probably seen a hint of hot pink lace at the low rise of my jeans as I bent over, and would have admired seeing me adjust my girls.
The car lights flicker as I make my way towards the internal stair well leading up the bank. As soon as I enter the bank I get this bad feeling, like something’s gonna happen.
I stand in the business queue, behind a chubby middle aged lady in a suit, and a tall solid man with a briefcase. Behind me is a row of windows above the row of slip counters. Along the far line of that wall is the double glazed set of doors leaving to the outside world, flanked by big plants. Suddenly the man with the briefcase flicks open his briefcase and I expect to see papers falling out, but there are no papers.
“EVERYBODY DOWN!!†I swivel my head from the briefcase to the glazed doors and already there is a gang of masked armed men storming through the room. In the corner of my eye one leaps over the chrome bars to the counter and aims it right at a female tellers head. Several screams and bangs follow, and its just all so quick, I have no time to think but I’m on the floor already, with my hands on the back of my head as instructed like everyone else around me, heart racing like crazy.
One of the men comes along with his gun and nudges is at me, Knowing that I'm hiding something under me. He kicks me, ramming the gun into my spine, then kicks bag out from under my arm with his boot.
I cant help but be impressed with how quickly the guys have the bank under ctonrol. The windows slammed up as soon that gun was aimed at the tellers head, but there was already a man inside the back of the bank with a gun at someone’s head , probably the manager. Two of them out in the foyer were let in and the two of them set to work out the back.
The man on crowd control moves walks up and down the line of bank patrons like an extremely tense slick cat. In a muffled voice he shouts “Keep your fucking heads DOWN. You all do as your told and noone gets hurt! NOW. Empty your pockets and put it all in front of you. Then put your head the fuck down back on the floor!!†A few of us are whimpering and crying. I don’t know what to feel I’m just in shock. Trembling, especially after having his boot nudge me before (yeah I was hoping to go for invisibility) I empty out my pockets of my mobile and my keys and a 20 note and throw it all in front of me. I peek a look at the guy with the gun with all us hostages, but he sees me and stroms over.
I really want to plough my face into the carpet but I’m a rabbit in shock Stunned with fear, I can only gape up at him, lips quivering. He puts the gun to my forehead which triggers a new level of hysteria amongst my fellow hostages.
“DID I TELL YOU TO LOOK AT ME?†I freeze solid when I hear his voice. I only shake my head, breaking down quietly, unable to move a muscle.
“n-no… please†I whisper almost inaudibly trough my crying.
“DID I NOT TELL EVERYONE TO EMPTY YOUR POCKETS, PUT YOUR SHIT ON THE FLOOR AND GET THE FUCK DOWN! He shouts. In response everyone finishes what they are doing and flings themselves on the floor. I stay on my knees with the barrel at my forehead, visibly traumatized.
The door in the divider bangs open and the shaken tellers are marched out to join us. I look up from the gun and into the mans eyes. Dark brown. Flashing. In control. Boring into mine. No sweat around them at all.
“Down†he demands. I do as I’m told. He removes the gun from me and helps the other man roughly haul the tellers into a bunch. When everyone is in place to his seeming satisfaction he barks again.
“Right everyone listen up carefully. You WILL do as your told if you DON’T you will come to a nasty ending. Have I made myself CLEAR??†everyone mutters and cries, I think, except for myself because now I’m a mess with the close call and am instead hugging the carpet.
“TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND THROW THEM IN ONE PILE!!â€
Gasps and more dismayed cries.
“Oh god†I groan to myself.. I’m not invisible. But I’m not invincible. One more thing I don’t do right - he might kill me!!
Friday.
“Which bank?â€
“Commonwealth Bank! Hey thanks for this, I’m sorry I just don’t have time. Fuck I’m LATEEEE†She roughly shoves her feet into the strappy heels and makes a run for her handbag. She’s a lot more dressed up in her snazzy red dress as compared to me with my flared light denim hipster jeans and tight pink t shirt and white platforms.
“No worries. Hey good luck!†I take her bank book from her kitchen counter and meet her at the door, expecting it when she barges past me.
“Thanks! I’ll call you! Don’t be late to the bank!†She is self employed and forgot the banks close on early on Fridays. She’s such a cheerleader! I close the door behind me and make my way to my car, start it, throwing the bag containing the book beside me casually.
Lucky bitch! I think to myself. The excitement of going on a first date! Then again, being married, I can be thankful I don’t have to suffer the usual dating agonies anymore, and I have sex pretty much on tap.
************************************************** *******
I park the car in the underground carpark. So dark and so quiet this time of day. All the other parked cars are all soulless. I hope out of the car and lean in to grab the bag from the other seat. It was not known to me at the time, but I look back and imagine they must have been there, or someone, watching and waiting. And I blush to think they would have probably seen a hint of hot pink lace at the low rise of my jeans as I bent over, and would have admired seeing me adjust my girls.
The car lights flicker as I make my way towards the internal stair well leading up the bank. As soon as I enter the bank I get this bad feeling, like something’s gonna happen.
I stand in the business queue, behind a chubby middle aged lady in a suit, and a tall solid man with a briefcase. Behind me is a row of windows above the row of slip counters. Along the far line of that wall is the double glazed set of doors leaving to the outside world, flanked by big plants. Suddenly the man with the briefcase flicks open his briefcase and I expect to see papers falling out, but there are no papers.
“EVERYBODY DOWN!!†I swivel my head from the briefcase to the glazed doors and already there is a gang of masked armed men storming through the room. In the corner of my eye one leaps over the chrome bars to the counter and aims it right at a female tellers head. Several screams and bangs follow, and its just all so quick, I have no time to think but I’m on the floor already, with my hands on the back of my head as instructed like everyone else around me, heart racing like crazy.
One of the men comes along with his gun and nudges is at me, Knowing that I'm hiding something under me. He kicks me, ramming the gun into my spine, then kicks bag out from under my arm with his boot.
I cant help but be impressed with how quickly the guys have the bank under ctonrol. The windows slammed up as soon that gun was aimed at the tellers head, but there was already a man inside the back of the bank with a gun at someone’s head , probably the manager. Two of them out in the foyer were let in and the two of them set to work out the back.
The man on crowd control moves walks up and down the line of bank patrons like an extremely tense slick cat. In a muffled voice he shouts “Keep your fucking heads DOWN. You all do as your told and noone gets hurt! NOW. Empty your pockets and put it all in front of you. Then put your head the fuck down back on the floor!!†A few of us are whimpering and crying. I don’t know what to feel I’m just in shock. Trembling, especially after having his boot nudge me before (yeah I was hoping to go for invisibility) I empty out my pockets of my mobile and my keys and a 20 note and throw it all in front of me. I peek a look at the guy with the gun with all us hostages, but he sees me and stroms over.
I really want to plough my face into the carpet but I’m a rabbit in shock Stunned with fear, I can only gape up at him, lips quivering. He puts the gun to my forehead which triggers a new level of hysteria amongst my fellow hostages.
“DID I TELL YOU TO LOOK AT ME?†I freeze solid when I hear his voice. I only shake my head, breaking down quietly, unable to move a muscle.
“n-no… please†I whisper almost inaudibly trough my crying.
“DID I NOT TELL EVERYONE TO EMPTY YOUR POCKETS, PUT YOUR SHIT ON THE FLOOR AND GET THE FUCK DOWN! He shouts. In response everyone finishes what they are doing and flings themselves on the floor. I stay on my knees with the barrel at my forehead, visibly traumatized.
The door in the divider bangs open and the shaken tellers are marched out to join us. I look up from the gun and into the mans eyes. Dark brown. Flashing. In control. Boring into mine. No sweat around them at all.
“Down†he demands. I do as I’m told. He removes the gun from me and helps the other man roughly haul the tellers into a bunch. When everyone is in place to his seeming satisfaction he barks again.
“Right everyone listen up carefully. You WILL do as your told if you DON’T you will come to a nasty ending. Have I made myself CLEAR??†everyone mutters and cries, I think, except for myself because now I’m a mess with the close call and am instead hugging the carpet.
“TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND THROW THEM IN ONE PILE!!â€
Gasps and more dismayed cries.
“Oh god†I groan to myself.. I’m not invisible. But I’m not invincible. One more thing I don’t do right - he might kill me!!