Chapter 7

Shirley's round little belly and pussy were still twitching as I stood up and started to think about what happens next. I figured the best thing to do was to start making tracks and leave. But although I had a fortune in diamonds in my jeans, my actual cash situation was lousy. I had taken eighteen dollars from Ray's wallet and found twenty more when I rummaged through the house. I needed a bigger bankroll fast or I wouldn't get very far.

I had a real brainstorm as to how to go about getting more cash. From papers I had seen I knew that Shirley's family name was Edwards and that they were apparently fairly well-to-do. I got one of Ray's socks, and filled it with fine sand from a bag I had spotted in a kitchen closet. Then I got the Banktonville classified directory and began making some calls.

After that I slipped into Shirley's transparent negligee and sat back and waited.

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened the door. A delivery man in uniform said, "Bankton ville Flower Shop. Got an order of two dozen roses for Edwards'. Are you -wow!"

The reason he said wow, of course, was that he'd just noticed how naked and sexy I looked as my tits and bush were exposed in Shirley's transparent negligee.

"This is the Edwards house," I said smiling. "Come right in."

He walked right in. Leering popeyed as he walked.

"Look!" I gasped, pointing behind him.

He turned his head.

Thwock!

Down he flopped on his face, out cold. Which wasn't surprising, considering I'd just belted him on the back of the skull with a sock half full of sand instead of a bottle -what that I knew, from reading many realistic novels and hardboiled detective stories, that the average bottle is a lot harder than the average guy's skull -and it's just too easy to kill a guy right off if you hit him with a bottle.

And I'm the sort of girl who doesn't like to take a chance on killing people unless it's really essential or highly profitable. Hence I considered a sock full of sand would be a more humane and effective form of blackjack. And I was right.

I dragged the delivery man from the Banktonville Flower Shop into the bedroom, made sure he was still alive, then tied him up and gagged him. Then I went through his pockets.

Thirty-four dollars. Not bad.

The doorbell rang again.

"Banktonville Liquor Store," said the delivery man. "Got two bottles of Jack Daniels for -wowF' "Come in," I whispered in a real hoiny tone. He came in.

"Look!" I gasped, pointing behind him.

He looked. Thwock!

Down he flopped.

Six dollars. A cheapskate.

The doorbell rang.

I answered it.

"Banktonville TV Repair," said the guy on the threshold. "Something wrong with your TV wow!"

"Come in," I said huskily.

In he came. Thwack! Down he flopped. Nineteen dollars and seventy-five cents. I dragged him into the bedroom and tied him up.

The doorbell rang. I answered. "Banktonville Hardware Store," said the delivery man. "Got an order for five hundred feet of nylon clothesline for -wow\

"Come in," I invited. "I can put your clothesline to good use. I was running short." He came in. Thwock!

Down he flopped I tied him up with a length of clothesline he'd brought and dragged him into the bedroom. Twentyseven fifty.

And so it went.

by two-thirty in the afternoon twenty-eight delivery men -and two delivery girls -were lying trussed up in the bedroom, squirming and groaning as they struggled (in vain) against their bonds.

And I was four hundred and eighty-nine dollars richer.

What a wonderful, easy way to make money!

The doorbell rang. I frowned. Who could that be? All the delivery men -and girls -I'd phoned for had already arrived, been knocked cold, tied up, and leisurely robbed.

Well, maybe I'd miscounted. I opened the door. A cop.

My blood ran cold.

"Afternoon, miss," said the cop. "I was just passing and -wow!" His eyes bugged out as he caught a good look at my titties sticking out through Shirley's transparent negligee.

"UH, what; the trouble, officer?" I asked.

"No, uh, real trouble, miss. Just passing by on my motorcycle and I noticed your boobies -I mean I noticed all the cars and delivery trucks parked outside and -"

"Come in, officer," I crooned. "There's something you should see."

"You ain't kidding," said the cop, feeling up my knockers with his eyes. In he came. I shut the door. "Look!" I said dramatically.

"I'm looking," leered the cop, running his eyes up and down my ass.

"Not at me," I said. "At my totally naked twin sister."

"Where?" gasped the cop, turning his head. Thwock!

I tied him up and dragged him into the bedroom. A hundred and two dollars. Evidently he was a pretty crooked cop.

I counted my profits. Five hundred and ninetyone dollars. Not bad. Not bad at all.

I dressed hurriedly and then, after wiping off all the fingerprints I could remember leaving, walked into the bedroom for the last time. A chorus of muffled snarls and growls greeted me. I smiled cheerfully at the twenty-eight delivery men, the two delivery girls, the cop, Raymond and Shirley -who I'd dragged into the bedroom so's she wouldn't feel lonely.

They looked pretty silly lying sprawled around, tugging at their ropes and glaring.

"Folks," I said, "I'm leaving now. I want to thank you all for the money I stole from you." I leered at Raymond. "And for other favors."

Thirty-three pairs of eyes looked daggers at me.

I snickered. "Don't get too mad, folks, I advised. "I'm not such a bad girl when you get to know me. If I was really bad I'd set fire to the house before I left -to eliminate you as witnesses and cover my trail."

Thirty-three faces went white as a sheet.

"But all I'm going to do is leave you tied up. I'm sure that one of you clever people will manage to untie him or herself within a few hours and untie the rest."

I lit a cigarette and blew smoke at them. "And when you all get untied and pull the gags out of your mouths, I suggest you hold a conference and agree to never tell anyone what happened here today."

All thirty-three glared at me with balls to you, you little whore expressions in their eyes.

"Think it over," I advised. "If word ever gets out as to what fools I made of you all -why, you'll be laughed at for the rest of your lives." I nudged the cop in his crotch with my foot. "Especially you Officer Hotnuts." I smiled cheerfully at them all. '"Bye now."

The line-up of squirming male and female ass I had arranged gave me some interesting ideas. If I had more time I would have done a little more male and female disrobing and sat around urging them on to have a wild fuck party. Some of the delivery men looked as if they had real man-sized pricks and the girls were quite attractive little pussy peddlers. However, I thought I'd be pressing my luck too far if I tried any more screwing around in the Edwards home.

But I would have loved turning it into a cathouse for the day . . .

My luck still held when I got outside. Most of the delivery men had come in small trucks, but apparently the florist had come in a fairly new sedan. "Banktonville Florists" was lettered on the side doors, not too large, and he had left the ignition key. I started up the motor and headed out of town going north.