Chapter 1
Hello Readers!
This is an erotica one-shot story. So it is only two chapters long. This is a normal length for these types of stories.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
“Everyone on the floor! Right fucking now!”
Instantly, people screamed, chairs scraped, and the chaos began.
Claire froze for a moment, her brain trying to catch up to whatever was happening. She turned, and that’s when she saw them.
Three men. Black masks. All carrying guns.
Then she lowered herself to the floor with everyone else. A woman to her left was crying uncontrollably. A man sat nearby, flat on the ground, his hands covering his ears as he rocked back and forth.
Great. It was Claire’s lucky day. Today was her last day working at the bank, and now they were being robbed.
She was now regretting her choice of outfit as she tugged at her slacks. They were tight-fitted black pants—still professional, but they weren’t made of the stretchiest material.
She'd paired them with a nice white button-up shirt and she'd styled her hair down in long, loose waves of blonde. She’d even done a full face of makeup, brushing shimmery brown eyeshadow along the lids of her hazel eyes.
It was all her roommates fault. She had wanted to grab drinks after work, so Claire had dressed to impress. Now she was about to split her pants wide open, while the bank was being robbed.
Would they find her on the floor after she was shot dead? Her ass cheeks exposed to the world?
“Phones! Get them out!”
One of the men paced in front of them, waving his gun around. Claire sighed and pulled her phone from her pocket and slid it across the floor.
Two of the men were loud. They stomped. They yelled. They threatened.
The third one wasn’t.
She lifted her eyes to look at him.
He stood a few feet away, standing quietly in one spot, watching the chaos unfold.
He was peering around slowly. But then…
His eyes were on her.
Claire didn’t look away. Why would she? If they were going to kill her, she wasn’t going to go down like a coward.
The man’s gaze stayed on her for a few lingering seconds. Then, he started walking towards her. People shifted out of his way without him having to say a word.
He came to a stop in front of her. He was tall and broad.
He tilted the gun in his hand slightly. “Up.”
Claire pushed herself up from the floor and took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto his. But she didn’t hurry or rush. She just stood to her feet—ready to meet her fate.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did.
“Walk,” he said, tilting his head to the left. She started walking to the left. Behind her, she could hear the two other men still screaming at the others.
“Keep your heads down!” one screamed. “Or I’ll blow your fucking head off!”
She could feel him right behind her. Very close, but not touching.
“You work here?” he said. “I saw the badge.”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Perfect,” he said evenly.
They reached the hallway leading to the back of the bank. The noise from the front of the bank had faded to a low, dull sound.
“Open it,” he said.
Claire reached into her pocket slowly and pulled out her keycard. She waved it across the panel, and the door beeped before she turned the knob and opened it.
He stepped forward, so close that his chest was pushed against her back. She felt his lips next to her ear as he spoke.
“I’ll be taking that,” he said, his voice deep and low.
Claire had to admit—he sounded sexy as hell. His fingers brushed hers for a second as he reached around her waist and took the keycard from her hand.
He stepped back, and then they walked inside. She turned to see him shutting the door behind them.
His eyes had found hers again. They were a bright, vibrant blue.
Sexy voice, beautiful eyes. If he wasn’t trying to put a bullet through her skull, she might ask him to take her out for a drink.
He waved his gun towards the shelves behind her. “Which of these safety deposit boxes has the most valuable items in them?”
Claire turned to look behind her shoulder. “Probably the ones with 167 on their customer number. That’s reserved for high-end clients.”
He chuckled. It was deep and smooth.
“You’re incredibly helpful, aren’t you?” he said.
Claire turned back to face him fully, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. “Depends,” she said, her voice calm and collected. “Are you always this charming when you’re pointing a gun at someone?”
He stepped forward, and she watched in shock as a hand lifted towards his mask. Her eyes flickered across the top of his hand. His fingers and knuckles were littered with tattooed letters and numbers.
To her surprise, he then lifted the mask, now revealing his entire face.
And God, he was hot. Like… really hot. Bright blue eyes. Perfectly rounded lips. Thick brown hair. A face that looked like it had been hand-carved from marble.
“Are you not scared?” he said, stepping closer to her.
He was standing directly in front of her now. So close she could smell his cologne and feel the warmth from his body.
Claire peered up at him, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I’m waiting to see if you’re worth being scared of.”
“Careful,” he murmured, lifting one hand and caressing her chin. “Keep talking like that, and I might forget I’m supposed to be robbing this place.”
“Do you think I care?” she scoffed. “It’s my last day. And most of the people who own these safety deposit boxes? They’re pricks.”
He smiled—and God, he looked damn good. She felt her panties growing moist as he tilted his head, studying her face.
“Now, go and open one of the boxes for your high-end clients,” he said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper.
“Yes, sir,” she said. Then she stepped away from him and headed to the back end of the room. He followed behind her until they reached a new door.
She turned to look at him. “There is a conjoining room back here. They’re in here.”
He used the keycard he had taken from her and waved it in front of the door. It beeped and clicked. He waved her inside, and she walked into the room. This room was smaller, with shelves along each wall and a table with two chairs in the middle.
Claire walked towards a cabinet in the corner and opened it. Rows of keys dangled from hooks along the inside. She pulled out the correct key and walked directly to a box. She slid the key inside and turned it in the lock. It clicked, and she pulled the drawer of the box out.
Then, she turned around and walked to the table, setting the box down on top. He watched her every movement, his face expressionless. Then, he stepped forward and peered down at it. Several small black boxes sat inside. He opened all of them—revealing diamond earrings and other luxurious jewellery.
“How many more do you want me to get?” she asked.
His eyes flickered to her. “As many as you can in the next few minutes.”
She nodded her head and began opening box after box, setting them on the table for him to inspect. When they had reached the tenth box, she set it down and looked up at him.
“That should be enough to satisfy you,” she said.
He chuckled, turning a diamond necklace slowly in his hands. “I’m not fully satisfied just yet.” He set the box down and walked over to her, stopping just in front of her.
“Open more,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Now.”
She tilted her head. “Aren’t the cops on the way? Do you really have this much spare time?”
“They haven’t been alerted yet, sweetheart,” he smirked. “This isn’t my first robbery.”
He reached out, his fingertips brushing against her bare arm. Then, he leaned forward, cupping one of her ass cheeks through the tight fabric of her slacks. “I have all the time in the world.”
He gave it a firm squeeze, and Claire squealed. He responded with laughter before giving it a firm smack.
“So get moving.”
Claire let out a slow breath as goosebumps covered her skin. His voice—it seemed to almost sink into her. It was driving her insane. He was just so fucking hot.
God, this was crazy. There were masked men in the bank, threatening to kill people with guns. Someone could literally die.
And yet, here she was. Her core was aching, and her pussy was throbbing with desire as she stared up at the ringleader of it all.
But fuck it. It was her last day.
“What satisfies you?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke.
His eyes sharpened slightly at that.
“Control.”
Then he reached for her, spinning her body away from him. He pulled her back against his chest. She could feel cold metal pressing against her lower back through the fabric of his shirt. It was his gun.
“Let me show you.”
