Dismay

Plans are suddenly changing

 

(R)alphie is Muffin, 

(H)aresh Daswani is Gigo http://www.writerscafe.org/link/302620/

(J) James Reider is Macho http://www.writerscafe.org/link/302621/

 

 

 

 

“Macho, her name is Plausure, not unbelievable. I’m sure she’ll pleasure someone more deserving than me.” She really is a hot number as I’m sure you’ve noticed but how to sweet-talk her, is like walking a bed of coals without screaming. I find her fascinating and I will give it my best shot. As for getting a blow job in that 7-minute window is out of the question. A touch of her hand will make me quiver, let along her mouth touching me. I thought you guys wanted to pull this off and besides, have you forgotten, none of us has experienced any action lately.

That damn Macho has me in a trance over Naomi. I had no idea the feelings that I have reserved for her, her perky breast would crush my chest before I could reach her lips. Naomi’s perfume drove me insane, almost to the point of spotting my pants for a second time… I remember the touch of her hand as it warmed my loins, and my imagination stunned me. Maybe I could get that blowjob; yeah…I can feel it…almost in unison…slap on the right side of my face followed by the left side…

“What the hell was that for?” I said in a high pitch voice.

“Macho and I thought we lost you, so we gave you some shock therapy” he said with a delish grin…”I knew Macho made a mistake to tell you that…so please continue on”…tapping his toe

“About the physics, although Gigo is wearing contacts, his normalcy is geek glasses but I guess I’ll tackle the number crunching.” If you Gigo remembers to close the vault the percussion won’t penetrate the steel doors. Of course, anything is possible if we get a little C4 happy then all bets are off. Considering it’s a rather large vault, we need want to scare a lot of people, one duffle bag of supplies are needed. …oh gee, I can already hear glass breaking 2 towns over.

All right this run was a distracting, but the next will be right on…Let me have a cold one too; I could surely use it with the heat of this warehouse.  We have all the supplies, I bought a couple of tasers but be careful, they have been known to kill, so stun them only, please. The caps and C4, wires, remotes, phones, masks and the rest of the supplies are in the bin so be sure to check out what we need.

“Gigo, Macho wants you to leave your wallet there tomorrow for an excuse to get down the corridor, remember to use the fake wallet and for God sakes, where you pen.”

Good luck tomorrow, Gigo…I’ll meet you after the deposit, and the 3 of us will go to the warehouse.




"quad espresso please" I blurted, getting my coffee. I am too lethargic right now, need to wake up and get my job done. Everyone seems to stare at the whole idea of a quad espresso, but coffee does not seem to really hit me.

If you smoke when you have a caffeine crash, it feels like s**t, total s**t. I smoked anyway, I just refuse to learn my lesson.

I now go in the bank, nervous and numb. Nervous mostly because I have 240 mg of caffeine. The legal limit is 300 mg. At 300mg of caffeine, we tend to become fascinated with shiny things, aside from having an attention span of a squirrel and a hand as steady as a vibrating d***o. Hyper men know how to give women pleasure.

I am in front of the customer service desk all nervous and sweaty. All of a sudden, all those espresso shots were not good for me anymore. Wait, s**t, I just had a can of Red Bull before my quad espresso. that would be 320 mg, 20 above limit. Even squirrels can focus more than me now. I am ready to jump to the nearest building had it not been for gravity keeping me from getting there.

I seem to be attracting too much attention, this is not how it is supposed to be. But I just saw the code being inputted. The whole drama did not ruin my memory. 3-4-7-2-3-6-8-4-5 B. Got it, but I need to get my job done. 

And I go and deposit. It is a little too hard with my current status, looking like a freak, but apparently I was not the first over-hyper customer here. This is a city with buildings and non-English speaking cab drivers. They have to be used to freaks.

And I blank out. I did plant some things, even if Macho and Muffin did not know about it, I do not remember where I planted them all, but I did.

"Muffin, I'm done". I stand in front of him after my work at the bank, and he noticed I did not use the recorder pen. "3-4-7-2-3-6-8-4-5 B, and I am betting my right testicle that it is correct". My memory has always been sharp, and 2 females withdrawing wore the same G-string panties from the 2004 Victoria Secret summer catalog.

 
"Gigo.... Jesus... Easy with the caffeine. Hey you guys, I just thought of something... What if they combined all of our deposits? Don't you wonder what kind of interest it would produce?" Disgusted looks greet this comment. "What?"

I am amazed at Gigo's memory. It is quite outstanding how he was able to easily rattle that number off despite his caffeine crash. That is his vice, Gandhi only knows I couldn't have done that on alcohol.

"So, um, Muffin, this Pluasure chick, she isn't going to, you know, distract you when it is crunch time is she? The clock is ticking... Do you think we need another rehearsal?" I personally don't think we need another, I think we have gelled quite well. I have become attached to both of these guys. That could be a good thing, we may all be sharing a cell very soon if we screw this up.

I reach over and backhand Gigo over his forehead. "What the f**k man?!"

"Just trying to boost your memory. I think it is important to know what you planted and where you planted it."

"What kind of memory boost is that? Jesus Christ!"

I greet that with a slap across the cheek. "That's for the blaspheme."

"Macho, you don't even know what the hell blaspheme is."

"Your right. I saw it in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. But I slapped you because you said 'Jesus Christ'."

I look at the stunned look on Gigo's face. I walk over and hug him and say "Everything will be ok..."

"Macho... You're not being very Macho... What the f**k is wrong with you?"

"Just the mood. I think we should all go out tonight. Rest and have one final meeting tomorrow, then hit em on Monday."

"You need something dude..." Muffin says.

"Yeah, really. I'm afraid I may have to guard my anus around you." Gigo adds.

"Haha, fuckers... Maybe we should get tattoos? Anyone else want a tattoo? I got a certain wolf in mind for my tattoo."

"Ok, Macho. You really need to focus... Tell you what, Gigo and I will chip in and get you a call girl tonight... Maybe that will clear your head, because something is seriously wrong with you, man."

"Sorry, I'm just excited about the post heist world. But I will certainly take you guys up on your offer... Can I have a red head?"

Author's Note

One more to go

Reviews

[Angela]

Awww!!
Only one more? The plot thickens. These guys are all in. WOW!! I don't know, maybe I'm starting to change my opinion. Maybe they should get away with it. They are too cute and funny to be caught. Besides, they're not trying to hurt anybody.


This part is interesting:

"Hey you guys, I just thought of something... What if they combined all of our deposits? Don't you wonder what kind of interest it would produce?" Disgusted looks greet this comment. "What?"

What is going on guys? Why the disgust? I think that there is a twist that I am missing. Let me move on to the last chapter and find out what really goes on.

[Pj]

*Squeals in excitement* YAY!!! This is so good- it's back to being so ridiculously funny!
..Shame there's only one more to go... :( I was thinking one of you boys should take on the persona of Miss. Plausure and really mix it up...she could tie in part of her suspicions, her views on the three guys and she could definitely heighten the sexual element...maybe she slept her way to the top? lol

Nice work! :D