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  Mary Lou got off him, teased his balls in her fingers and lay down beside him, facing him, draping an arm and a leg over his body so he could feel the dampness of her bush on his thigh. He let his fingers wander there for a moment.

  “I’m pleased to see you too,” she whispered and they both smiled and didn’t move for a spell.

  They let their hands carry on, Frank massaging her, occasionally licking his first finger so he could taste Mary Lou again. She kept stroking and nuzzling his balls with her fingertips. Eventually, unconsciousness enveloped them and within a minute of each other, they both fell asleep, content in their own juices and the pleasure they’d given each other.

  26

  FRANK WOKE UP first the following morning. Mary Lou was facing down with her head on its side, arms above her head and her legs straight, slightly apart. And Frank was on his side with an arm on her ass.

  His hand slipped down a few inches until his first and second fingers could feel between her butt cheeks and touched her bush and massaged his way to her lips. She stirred from her sleep and rolled away from him so his hand was left in midair.

  “Hey you,” she whispered, “don’t stop.” And he didn’t.

  After they got up and had breakfast, they left the apartment and went in separate directions: Frank walked to his car and Mary Lou grabbed a bus to Lansdowne.

  MARY LOU WAS in the middle of a dirty dream: she and Frank were naked, rolling around in a park, over and over. He was inside her and she had clamped her knees around his legs and there was an intense energy inside her groin. And then she woke up to find the intense energy was truly inside her, caused by Frank’s fingers. She smiled to herself and rolled onto her side, the tingles from her groin traveled up her spine and into her head.

  “Don’t stop,” she said and raised her right leg up so he could reach inside her again. Frank followed suit and spooned her with his body while his fingers returned to their earlier work. He smiled, still pleased to be in Mary Lou’s orbit. Still pleased his dreams were on track.

  She sucked in air just as his first finger rubbed past her lips with the intensity of the sudden interaction. Then she remembered to breathe again and gave into the pulsing waves of pleasure generated by that man’s fingers. Once she got used to the spasms running up and down her body, she became aware of Frank’s dick poking into her side.

  She took hold of it and stroked its shaft. His fingers became more energetic in reaction to her stroking, which started to get in sync with his fingers. She was perfectly happy to let this carry on because of the number of climaxes she was experiencing. But a small part of Mary Lou’s brain also knew as soon as Frank came, it would all be over and she really didn’t want it to stop at all. Ever. Mary Lou let go of his dick and Frank’s fingers froze in kind.

  “Sit up with your legs straight ahead of you,” she instructed and, sure enough, Frank rearranged himself and sat up, leaning on his hands - arms straight - with his legs in front of him, his dick pointing pretty much upwards, with a quizzical expression on his face. Mary Lou squatted on top of his dick until she felt her hairs touch it and took it inside herself.

  Intense wave of pleasure.

  She rocked up and down ever so gently to give Frank a chance to recover - his massive inhalation just then meant he had felt it too. He placed one of his arms on her back and the other around the back of her neck and she reciprocated. All the while Mary Lou moved herself up and down his shaft. She felt the tightness of his hard-on inside her. Could feel the throb of his dick in her. And every push and every throb was another intense wave running along her spine, up and down her arms and legs until even her eyes felt fuzzy.

  She increased the pace of her rocking because the intensity was so strong now, she wasn’t sure she’d last much longer without blacking out. Just as that thought ripped across her mind, she felt the jet of Frank’s sperm spill into her and warm spunk dribbled onto her thighs. When his last reflex twinge was over, his dick shriveled up and left her and they both fell sideways, exhausted.

  Frank was much better in the sack now than he ever was before, she mused, once the tingles had subsided enough for ordinary thoughts to resurface. Almost as if to thank him, she placed herself between his legs and licked his dick and balls until he was hard again. She always knew that with one of his ball sacks in her mouth, her tongue could get him to do anything.

  Having got him hard, she licked his shaft and helmet, while steadying it with her right hand. She popped it in her mouth and carried on licking and sucking while her hand now stroked his balls. A few seconds later, she was swallowing spunk. After all these years together, it was only in the last couple of months Mary Lou had found she liked the taste of Frank’s sperm.

  Despite the fucking horrible time with Frank Senior, his step nephew had really grown into a proper man these last couple of months. He’d somehow worked out she needed some space after it had happened and he hadn’t pushed her or tried to force her into being intimate with him until she was ready. Until the hurting had well and truly stopped inside her groin and the pain of the night had subsided inside her head.

  As she stepped into the shower, she thought how she still had nightmares on a depressingly regular basis, but Frank had come through for her. Most men would have dropped her as soon as look at her, but Frank had class.

  When they both left the apartment together, she kissed him full on the mouth and then said: “Have a nice day at work, hon’”

  “And you, babe,” he replied quick as a flash, squeezing her ass so she felt his finger through her knickers and then he turned away and went round the corner to get his car.

  With a skip in her step, Mary Lou Belle bounced to the Lansdowne bus stop, straightened her skirt and waited for the latest installment at the First Bank of Baltimore.

  27

  TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Mary Lou sat on the bus as it trundled its way through to Lansdowne and beyond. People got on, people got off, but her mind was more focused on last night and the prospects she might have with Carter after the job was over.

  Frank was a class guy but would he still be a class guy if Carter was the one holding the haul? Carter might be a gambler, but she’d know how to spend his money without him pissing it on the World Series or whatever. Especially if it was in cash because he couldn’t spend what he couldn’t hold in his hand.

  The bus bounced over a hole in the road and she realized it was turning the corner just before her stop. Lucky pothole.

  Off the bus and round the corner to the bank. She walked past Carter’s desk before she reached the front door and Grimble standing there with his hand hovering over his revolver and a smile on his face. But Mary Lou had seen his disdainful snarl on the periphery of her vision almost every time she visited the bank, so she knew what he really thought of her. Two-faced shit head.

  She nodded at him to acknowledge his existence and sashayed her way to Carter’s desk and sat down opposite him, just like the day they’d met. He looked up and smiled, leaning back in his chair and talking like a bank official would. Somehow he thought that made their relationship respectable in the eyes of Grimble and JH. But Mary Lou knew what they thought and she kinda agreed. He was a married man clearly playing the field with one of his customers. Her one hundred dollar deposit was not worth the amount of attention she was getting from him, but the amount of time she spent naked with him, listening to his problems was more than enough justification in his mind for a few business lunches and a regular coffee date in the late afternoon.

  Small talk with Carter and another in a long line of excuses to go to the bathroom. Then she stood up and headed to the staff door. Today Theresa Galtieri was on the till, so she was buzzed into the back with a smile instead of that old crone Pieck’s scowl.

  Mary Lou smiled back and placed her hand on her lower belly, over her secret rose, as if to imply her tubes were hurting her. She mouthed “Thank you,” as she pushed the door open and closed the security door behind her.

  THE B
ANK WASN’T taking the new security arrangements very seriously because the maintenance crew had only screwed a steel plate to the back of the same door that was there before. It made the door heavier to push open, but the lock didn’t appear any more robust. And even if it was, it was still sitting in the self-same door jamb and you could still kick it in with little effort. More to the point, Frank could still kick it in with no effort at all. True for Andrew and Brian as well.

  She scuttled down the hall and looked at the exit door to the parking lot. Same door, same lock: no change there. Mary Lou looked down the corridor and sneaked down the vault stairs. Here was where the real changes had been made.

  The safe door was shut. Locked shut. Carter had told her it was still left open because they were keeping less cash upstairs nowadays and it was too much hassle to have two of the managers keep coming downstairs to unlock it every time a few more bucks were needed.

  Then one of his comments fell into place. He’d said when JH was out at meetings he wouldn’t allow George to hold the key so everything ground to a halt. And JH came in late when he went into Baltimore for a managers’ meeting first thing.

  But the flip side of this was they needed to be certain of having JH in the building on the day of the job. She’d book an appointment with him for 9.15 to be sure he’d be there. As their protocols were to slam the safe door shut in the event of emergencies Frank and the boys could deal with that problem in their own special way.

  Besides which, thought Mary Lou, when they slammed the safe door shut, the horse would already have bolted into Carter’s black case.

  Back up the stairs and into the bathroom to flush the cistern, be heard to wash her hands and out again and back into the lobby area. She sat down at Carter’s desk and smiled at him.

  He smiled back with eyes that yearned for her, but he’d only just got in, more or less. It was only a few minutes past ten and they both knew there was no way JH would approve of him taking an early three hour lunch with Mary Lou just because she’d deposited a Benjamin.

  “Would you like us to meet up for lunch?” she asked, sitting forwards on her seat with her knees together and her arms straight and her hands on the front edge of the seat, forcing her breasts together and up: a natural uplift designed to appeal to Carter’s baser nature.

  “Yes I would, but I don’t know if I can,” he replied honestly, furtively darting his eyes left and right to see if he was drawing any attention from any of the seniors in the building.

  “Oh,” said with mild disappointment.

  “But we could grab a coffee immediately after work before I have to go home, if you like?”

  “That’d be lovely. I’d like that,” she said quietly enough to draw Carter in.

  “Our usual place?”

  “For sure. See you there around six?”

  “Definitely,” and she touched Carter gently on the arm as she got up and walked out the door, nodding at Grimble on the way out.

  FRANK LAGOTTI SPENT most of his days doing what he enjoyed and what he did best. First, was his uncanny ability to find good people to turn money into more money. He could also calculate interest rates at an inconceivable speed and accuracy.

  The other thing Lagotti was very good at was looking at naked women. Most days he was able to combine both talents, percentages in the morning, naked women in the afternoon. Most of these afternoons were spent using pictures, but occasional he would leave his auto shop in search of real flesh.

  One such afternoon, Lagotti was sitting in the Kitkatt Club in downtown Baltimore, stirring a vodka lime. There was an Asian girl wearing a red G-string with her groin inches away from Lagotti’s face. He popped a twenty into the front of her G-string to catch a glimpse of her bush. Then she moved on to the next john in the front row. He smiled, admiring the curves of her ass and the roundness of her tits.

  His step nephew sat next to him and Lagotti signaled to the semi-clad waitress, who stepped forward. He whispered in her ear and a beer appeared on the table beside Frank, who was staring at the Asian girl with the red G-string.

  When the music stopped after fifteen minutes, the Asian girl had earned several hundred for the club owners. Lagotti held a fifty-one per cent stake after a previous owner found himself with an unpleasant debt problem caused by a mix of eightballs and marijuana.

  When the music stopped, Lagotti and Frank could hear each other speak.

  “Well, my boy.”

  “All going fine, Uncle.”

  “Good to hear, young man.”

  “And we’ve got a full set of plans to deal with the new security arrangements.”

  “That Mary Lou sure is a talent,” mused Lagotti, while Frank’s stomach flew around, a cold sense of dread near his heart. But he knew he could do nothing, could say nothing at this point in the job.

  “Indeed. And now we know the most likely date too.”

  “Excellent. And when will that be?”

  “June 17 until we hear otherwise.”

  “Until you hear otherwise?”

  “Yeah, the dates for the big payroll runs aren’t finalized until the week before, but this is when the biggest haul is due in next.”

  Frank used all his self-control to keep the conversation business-like, although he knew he needed his uncle at least until the money was laundered.

  “I understand. I shall start to prepare for industrial level cleaning to take place mid-July... Anything else for me?”

  “No, that’s all Uncle.”

  “Good news. Stay if you want.”

  “No, I’m good thanks. See y’all.”

  Frank chugged the dregs of his beer, stood up and walked out, just as the music started and a blonde with long hair, large breasts and a cigarette got up on stage. Lagotti settled back into his chair and enjoyed the view.

  Talking with Frank gave Lagotti a chance to think about Mary Lou for the first time since she walked out of his office and he hitched up his pants. Great piece of ass that girl. He couldn’t decide if he had a large dick or she had a small snatch. Either way, she was a tight fit but it felt good anyway, even though she whimpered all the way through, which put him off a bit. But not so much to knock him off his stride as he recalled.

  If it took his fancy, Lagotti usually had his pick of the pussy at the Kitkatt Club, but sometimes he didn’t have time to go down there. And it didn’t matter to him where he got it as long as it wasn’t from Mrs. Lagotti, who he had ceased to find attractive twenty years ago or more.

  The only reason they didn’t get divorced was because he was Catholic and she was the mother of his children. In any other circumstances, Lagotti would have had her clipped a long time ago - without giving it a moment’s thought. Mrs. Lagotti was a lucky woman. Of sorts.

  The music in the room changed beat and a new girl appeared on stage: brunette in a black thong. Lagotti decided he’d bang her as soon as she got off stage because he liked the shape of her nipples.

  28

  JH HELD AN extraordinary staff meeting once the dust had settled on the raising of the security status. When the bank closed at five, they all squeezed into his office, all but JH standing so everyone had room. Carter was one of the last to get in, so he found himself with his back to the door.

  JH coughed slightly to clear his throat - he was never comfortable with public speaking - and droned on about how the bank’s biggest concern was that people would get hurt during an attack on the monies and other items they held in safety for their customers. Then he moved on to how there needed to be changes to their working practices and that, because there needed to be sacrifices, they were all in this together.

  Carter thought how some of them would be in it together more than others. And sure enough, he was proved right.

  “We will be instigating a new regime for distributions. While the days of the distributions will remain the same for the time being, their schedule is going to be altered. To reduce the opportunity for attacks, we will be concentrating all smaller payroll
transfers together to make more significant payroll distributions.

  “The other change is the timing of the arrival of these Pooled Deposit distributions to the satellite offices, such as ours. We are instigating a programme where we receive distributions at oh seven hundred hours.

  “Naturally, this means we will start a roster for everyone to participate in the distribution receipts. There will be three of us needed each time and we will post the roster on the staff notice board. The precise dates for each distribution will be confirmed no more than seven days in advance, but they will be monthly and the prospective first date is June 16.”

  And then JH kept talking for another lifetime or five minutes, all the while using the same monotone drone. As soon as he had let them go, Carter and the others went to the notice board to see if they were going to be hit with the first early rise. George had been given the task of figuring out the schedule so it was hardly a surprise his least favorite people were the first to have the honor of waking up early to make the bank a safer place. Of course, Carter’s name was there for the June drop.

  Carter was far from a morning person and really could do without this intrusion into his personal life, especially as this was going to put a crimp in his weekends with Mary Lou. Fuckers.