“Hurry it up!” Sierra hissed, waving her arm to hurry the woman along.
“We got them!” the two women whispered gleefully as they stopped next to Sierra, still buttoning their blouses as they did. The three women had been tasked with getting the combinations to the safe…no matter what it took. While Sierra kept watch on the tellers and the few customers, her two sisters had gone to work on the Branch Manager and the Senior Loan Officer.
Sierra smiled and nodded. She never had any doubt the two women would get the combinations. She pulled her phone from her leathers and pressed a button. “We got it,” she said softly.
“We’re rolling,” Colt said then cut the call.
“Where are they?” Sierra asked the women.
“We locked them in the closet, just like you said,” the older of the two women answered.
“Have any trouble?” Sierra asked with a sly grin. It must have been a hard fought battle to get the men to give up the combinations as the women had been gone for almost an hour.
Danielle, the younger of the two, sighed dreamily. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t let him come until he told me the combination. Jesus, I have never been fucked like that before! We did it on his desk, in his chair, and on the floor.”
Sierra looked to Karen. “Like putty in my hands,” she grinned. “I bet him his combination to the safe I could make him come before I did. After that…I was just keeping him busy until Danielle got her combination.”
“Yeah, I heard,” Danielle giggled. “We could hear you two screaming at each other to come. Jesus, I was so turned on that when you told him you were going to keep fucking him until he exploded, I came.”
The three women looked at the door as they heard the heavy rumbles of approaching Harleys. “Get ready,” Sierra said, drawing her weapon, the two women following her lead, holding the weapons low and out of sight.
“This is a stickup!” Colt bellowed, bursting through the door into the lobby of the bank, fourteen members of the Sons of Sin pouring in behind him. “Everyone get down! Back away from the counters!”
The few customers in the bank dropped to the floor and the two tellers stepped back, their hands up as the men pointed weapons around the room. They had timed their raid to be late in the afternoon, after the lunch rush. The bank was nearly deserted and most of the staff was gone for lunch.
“Watch them,” Colt growled to Fletch as he approached Sierra. “What are they?”
“Left thirty-six, right twenty-four, left thirty-six,” Danielle giggled. She was about to pee her pants she was so excited.
“Mine is eighteen, forty-eight, two,” Karen said when Colt looked at her.
The safe was their old one from the DVMC clubhouse, and it had only one lock, and either combination was the actual one, but that didn’t matter. “Good work. This entire operation depended on you getting those combinations and you really came through.” He paused and looked at Sierra. “That’s quite a crew you have. You can ride with us anytime.”
Sierra smiled and nodded. This weekend she was playing the leader of the Daughters of Sin Motorcycle Club, the sister chapter to the Sons of Sin Motorcycle Club. This was the first time they had women join the experience, a pair of real estate agents from Sacramento out for a fling, and she finally got to do something fun.
“Don’t forget our cut,” Sierra warned him.
“Oh, you’ll get your cut…and a lot more if you want it,” he said before he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.
The DVMC had a general script they ran, but they improvised as they went along to make the experience feel natural and organic, modifying the heist to accommodate members desires as much as possible. The scenario is the guests are members of another chapter of the Sons of Sin, brought into town to help pull the heist.
The guests are met Friday morning in Las Vegas, where they are hustled into a couple of vans that drive them to the storage facility outside of town that the DVMC rented. There they were given a safety lecture, picked up their bikes, and issued their leathers. The moment they don their leathers, the experience starts, and runs without stop or breaking of character, until they return the bikes to the facility for their van ride back to Vegas.
Sometime in the next year the DVMC would start construction on a small motel in Lida to remove the two hour drive to Vegas every week and save the club a lot of time and money, while also generating additional revenue from the motel. It was all part of the original business plan, but the club could not have dreamed they would be this far along this quickly.
When the women arrived they expressed a desire to be more involved in the robbery than simply holding customers a gunpoint. Though a little older, both were still damned attractive and after seeing them, a couple brothers had volunteered to give the two women a good fucking, keeping the male escorts they hired for the weekend available at the clubhouse. After some thought, the scheme had been hatched for the women to seduce a couple of bank employees in order to obtain the combinations.
As the Sons of Sins waited around the block for Sierra’s call, the men speculated about what Danielle and Karen were doing to get the two men to make them give up the combinations. He was seriously turned on by the speculation and any excuse to kiss Sierra was good enough for him.
He pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her. “I think I’ll take you up on that,” she sighed.
“Bring your crew to the clubhouse. We’ll settle up then.” He wanted to caresses her face, but he had work to do. The caressing could come later.
As Colt hurried away the two women huddled around Sierra. “What now?” Danielle asked. She’d decided to treat herself to this trip for her thirty-fifth birthday. Her divorce had just finalized, she’d received a nice commission, and erotic novels about bikers were her only sexual outlet during her marriage. As Danielle described her plans, her best friend, Karen, had decided to come along, too.
“Now, we help the Sons watch for trouble. After they get the money, we go back to the clubhouse, get our cut, and celebrate our success,” Sierra explained.
She was pleased that they had finally gotten a couple of women involved. She was tired of just being the President’s old lady. She wanted to go on a heist too and she’d finally gotten her chance. Hopefully this would begin attracting more women, though she had no illusions they would ever have as many women as men in their experience.
They were taking fifteen people at a time, at fifteen-thousand each for a three-day weekend, grossing over a quarter million each weekend. Not bad money, and they were booked solid for sixteen weeks out.
Things were good now, but they had gotten off to a rocky start. They had spared no expense to make the experience as real and rewarding as possible. They bought fifteen new Harleys and five trikes, for those who couldn’t ride a bike, and a collection of pistols that Nic safed by removing the firing pins. The clubhouse had been fully updated and each guest received a Sons of Sin Motorcycle Club or, for the first time this weekend, a Daughters of Sin Motorcycle Club leather jacket that was theirs to keep.
They had nearly bankrupted the club getting the experience off the ground, but once word began to spread that for fifteen large you could have the time of your life in an outlaw biker club, complete with a bank robbery, booze and club girls that loved to fuck, business had grown faster than they had been able to keep up.
The three women watched as the Sons cleaned the bank of cash. When they had first approached the town of Lida about buying one of the storefronts and making it into a “bank,” the town was enthusiastic in its support. Their town was teetering on the edge of insolvency, so any new investment was welcome. When the good people of Lida found out why they wanted to buy the storefront, and what they wanted from the town in exchange, their enthusiasm cooled considerably. Still, the town was desperate, so they had agreed.
Now Lida was beginning to thrive. Their guests often spent another day or so dining and shopping in town before or after their experience. Shops were opening up and businesses were moving into town to support the new growth. Now, some of the townspeople were even regulars, populating the bank for their heist, and all because the town agreed to allow a fake bank to be robbed every weekend, and look the other way as the bikers waved inoperable guns around before they raced out of town.
“Nobody move or call the cops until we’re away, got that?” Colt threatened as his crew began to back out the door. They didn’t bother with masks or gloves on their heists. Why should they when the two town cops were discreetly blocking traffic to prevent any accidents as they blew out of town?
The sixteen men and three women mounted up and roared out of town in a cloud of dust.
Sierra backed her throbbing Harley into its space and killed the engine. Karen dismounted from behind Colt, Danielle from behind Fletcher. She thought she was ready to have another woman riding behind Colt, but she wasn’t so sure now. Karen had seemed a little too comfortable on the back of Colt’s Harley. They had plenty of male and female escorts available, and if Karen or Danielle got out of line and started putting the moves on Colt, they would experience the other side of outlaw bikers…getting their asses kicked.
She hardly recognized the old DVMC clubhouse. It was now the clubhouse for the Sons of Sin and Daughters of Sin. The club spent over seven-hundred fifty grand renovating the place, and it looked fantastic. The outside reminded her of a desert resort club, the building now faced in rock to hide its commercial prefab origins, the desert landscaping of cactus and hardy plants enhancing its appearance. The trailers were gone and the generator, now used for emergency power only, was enclosed in its own building, finished to match the main clubhouse.
The club owned one-hundred fifty acres when she joined, but the DVMC had purchased another thousand to give them privacy and room for future expansion. The shooting range was finished and as soon as Nic received his NFA Title II firearms endorsement, they would purchase a selection of fully automatic weapons that guests could shoot under his watchful eyes. After all, all outlaw bikers had access to automatic weapons in the movies, and the Sons of Sin were going to be no different.
Inside, the transformation always made her smile. Now air-conditioned, the interior was a temple to glass, chrome, leather and steel. The black granite floors, large windows, motorcycle memorabilia and neon never failed to impress. They had enlarged the original building to accommodate fifteen large luxury guest rooms and twenty staff rooms, filling the remainder of the space with a full bar, gourmet kitchen with dining area, and a common area complete with dance floor and oversize leather furniture.
On cue, club girls began to circulate with the guests, attending to their every need. They had a rotating selection of about fifty “club” girls in all sizes, shapes and colors, carefully managed so a wide selection was available each weekend. The escorts were paid a flat thousand dollars for simply showing up, another fifteen-hundred if a guest selected them for more personal service. It was a good working environment for the girls, offering a comfortable and safe place to practice their trade, along with free food and alcohol, so there was a waiting list for those positions, as well. Because the club enjoyed such a good reputation, the DVMC could afford to be selective, so they had the most beautiful and talented women in the business working for them.
She smiled as her sisters were pulled away by a couple of very attractive men, and headed for the bar, grinning at Chains as she approached.
“How’d it go?” he asked as he sat a beer in front of her.
“Pretty good. I wish we could get more women in here. It’s a lot more fun to go out on the heist than to sit around here. Ritter and Luke did good. Karen and Danielle seemed well pleased with their work.”
Chains nodded. “Yeah. That Karen, she’s a little older, but she’s still hot as shit.”
Sierra nodded. She hoped she looked that good when she was in her forties.
“You ready to go?” Colt asked as he eased up beside her.
“Go? Go where?”
“I need to go check on the new clubhouse. There was a message on my phone from the contractor that they need to talk to me about some problem. I want to take care of that before the weekend. Then I thought we would go home for a couple of hours before we come back. I still have to make good on your bonus.”
“That,” she began as she slid off the stool, “sounds like a perfect idea.”
THE END