A Removal of Diamonds · Part 1

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The setting was a large basement garage of a multi floored commercial building in an upmarket part of the city business district. An unmarked cream van was slowly driven in and parked in the service vehicles section near the security manager's office. Three uniformed women got out and unloaded a small trolley containing an industrial vacuum cleaner, buckets, mops and several closed boxes from the rear of the van. They then went to the door of the locked office. The time was shortly after 8:00 am.

All three were wearing identical blue boiler suits with the name "Crystal Cleaners" stencilled on the back. All wore caps with the same motif pulled well down over their foreheads. This would not have been unusual to anyone familiar with the premises. Crystal Cleaners was a large, well known firm of industrial and business cleaners and had several contracts with firms in the building. Their workers were frequently seen in the place. It was the women themselves who were unusual.

For a start they were not cleaners, despite the uniforms and caps which had been carefully acquired for their project. And they were definitely not here to clean. They were skilled professional thieves who were here to intercept an item which was shortly to be delivered to one of the business premises in the building above. This objective was a shipment of diamonds. Their task was to subdue and hold captive the legitimate intended recipients of these goods and take delivery themselves. And get away successfully before it was known what they had done. A difficult project but, if successful, one that would be very profitable. And this experienced trio were very well qualified for the job.

The oldest and leader of the group was Beryl. A fit, solid woman in her very early forties with a firm determined face, she was just the person to head such an operation. Next was Liz. Small, thin and slight with a pointed chin, she was twenty eight and had partnered Beryl in many ventures in the past. Finally there was Sarah, somewhat older and fuller than Liz, she was known as a dependable professional who could be relied on in an important mission such as this. All three wore carefully fitted wigs under their uniform caps.

They stood in front of the security manager's office and donned rubber cleaner's gloves and industrial safety glasses. Beryl opened the door with a key. Inside, she put a recorded notice on the telephone system that the security manager was delayed that morning and would not be in until ten, took some keys from a key cupboard and made some adjustments to the security alarm system. Before leaving she taped a typewritten notice to the inside of the glass panel of the entrance door. All of this was was done quickly and efficiently. As stated, these ladies were professional.

The security manager would have been outraged had he been there. But he was not, in fact he had not yet left his home and was actually still in bed. As was his wife beside him and both were likely to remain there for some time. This was because both had been bound and gagged and were now tied to the marital bed. They had been visited by Beryl and her team an hour earlier and caught completely by surprise and overpowered. They were now guarded by Trish, another member of the group who could be trusted to keep them secure for as long as was necessary. Trish, as well as being reliable, was also somewhat talented and of a mischievous turn of mind. She had already teased the manager's bound wife to orgasm and was now turning her attention to her husband. It promised to be a lively morning for these two.

Back in the city building the trio locked the manager's office with a key taken from his home, and then, with their trolley, took a service lift to the third floor. They went along the hallway to a point near premises designated "Gemstones International." This was the target of their raid. At 9:45 am the shipment of diamonds was to be delivered there. They stopped, lifted the vacuum cleaner off the trolley and raised its top cover. Liz and Sarah bent over it. With their uniforms they looked, to all appearances, like cleaners having difficulties with some of their equipment. This was just how they wanted to look.

Sometime before 8:30 the managing director of Gemstones International got out of the lift and walked toward the premises. This was Odelia Abrams. Aged forty five, trim, fit and a very capable woman as befitted someone in her responsible position. A square, not unattractive face with short, neat, brown somewhat greying hair. She wore a simple, neat and expensive grey business suit and a small trim hat and over this a beige overcoat, buttoned to the neck. And she wore a pair of heavy executive type glasses.

She was not surprised to see Crystal Cleaners staff for she frequently came across them, though usually down in the basement, where they put their gear in their vehicles before leaving the building. As she stopped at the door and inserted her key in the elaborate lock she looked at the three and inquired, "Working late today?"

"Yes," replied Liz, not raising her head, "Cleaner's broken down. We're trying to get it going again."

Odelia nodded, opened the complicated security lock and pushed the door partly open. Before going in she turned and looked at the three.

"You're new aren't you? I don't think I've seen you before."

The opening of the door was what the trio had been waiting for. "Yes," said Beryl, walking toward her, "This is our first day here."

As she reached the manager, she took out a small black pistol and pointed it at her. With her other hand she took her arm and pushed her inside the office. "And it's also our last, but before that we have some business with you, Odelia. Let's go into your office."

And with that the astonished woman was forced across the reception area to the locked door of her own office. Meanwhile Liz and Sarah had entered behind her, bringing the cleaners trolley with them, having loaded the vacuum cleaner back onto it. Sarah pushed this over to a side door leading to staff room/kitchenette, opened it and took it through.

Beryl and Liz now had Odelia in front of the door to her own private office. The completely surprised manager still had her keys in her hand. "Well Odelia," said Beryl, "Since you've got your keys out, why don't you unlock the door and we can all go inside and have a little chat. Or do you want one of us to do it for you?" To emphasize her words she waved the pistol under her nose.

The managing director now found her voice. "Who are you?" she demanded, "How do you know my name? And just what do you think you're doing?"

Beryl simply smiled, Liz reached over, took her keys out of her hand, selected one that looked suitable and tried it in the door. It was a good choice because it worked. Liz pushed it open. "Would Madame like to enter?" she asked. Without further ado Odelia Abrams was thrust into her own private office.

"Now," said Beryl as all three stood beside Odelia's desk, "There's a lot we have to do and not much time to waste. Odelia, I'm going to take your place for a while and we'll unfortunately have to tie you up. My colleague will help with this."

Liz had opened a clothing locker which stood against a wall. She smiled at its owner, "May I take Madame's hat and coat." Without waiting for a reply she took off Odelia's hat and put it on the top shelf of the cabinet.

"How dare you," expostulated the outraged manager, "Don't you dare touch me. Just who do…."

Beryl interrupted. "We're in charge here, darling and we can what we have to do with you unconscious if necessary." She glanced at the pistol which had been placed in a handy spot on the desk. "We're used to handling difficult people." Odelia was silent. She had now realised what she was dealing with some very formidable, probably dangerous, people.

Liz quickly unbuttoned the manager's overcoat, slipped it off her shoulders and hung it neatly on a hanger in the locker. At the same time Beryl slipped off her cleaner's shoes, removed her cleaner's gloves and unzipped her blue boiler suit. She stood there in a good quality white blouse and her underwear. "And now madam, I'm going to wear that nice suit you've got on. My friend and I will help you undress."

Odelia was outraged and felt she had to say something. "I,… Look, I don't know what you think you're going to do. There's nothing of value here at this time… I."

"Quite so, Madam," interrupted Beryl again and began to unbutton the manager's suit jacket. "Now just be quiet."

Liz unfastened and unzipped her skirt. Odelia gasped and raised her hands in protest. She promptly had her face slapped was told that she would be chloroformed if she made any further resistance. After that her clothing was removed in silence. Finally She stood in blouse and underwear, the same as Beryl who had picked up her suit skirt and was shaking it out prior to putting it on. At that moment Sarah entered through a side door between the managerial office and the staff room. She was carrying one of the boxes from their trolley which she put on the desk.

"OK, we'll need that," said Beryl, eyeing the box. It contained torn strips of sheet and other items to be used in securing their victims. "You tie Madam up," she said to Liz, "I'll prepare for my grand performance."

She put on the suit skirt and then the jacket, buttoning it up carefully. Both fitted well, as they had expected. An indication of how well this operation had been planned. Otherwise Beryl would have had to have brought clothing of her own. She had already taken the trouble to wear a good pair of stockings underneath her boiler suit, such as an executive lady would wear. She completed her appearance by applying a touch of makeup and lipstick from a small box from the container Sarah had brought in. Lastly she carefully adjusted the dark wig she she was wearing, making it look both neat and natural. "There," she said on completion, smiling at the glaring Odelia, "The managing director of Gemstones should look the part, don't you think?"

Meanwhile Liz was tying up the partly unclothed and fuming manager. She had bound her wrists behind her back. Next she lashed her arms to her sides using several strips of sheet from the box. Odelia by now realized with sinking heart that all of this was certainly to do with the expected delivery of the diamonds, now due in about forty minutes time. "You, you won't get away with this," she protested, "You'll, you…"

"Ah, but we shall, just leave it to us," commented Beryl. "But now it's time madam was removed to the staff room. We can't have half- undressed ladies in the managerial office when important callers drop in. Can we?" The trio allowed themselves a muted chuckle at this. She took Odelia by one of her bound arms to propel her to the side door, then stopped. "But of course, I was forgetting." She pointed to the very solid, impressive safe in the corner of the office. "What is the combination of that, please?"

Odelia was furious. "You don't think I'm going to tell you that, do you?"

"Well, we have the means of making you do just that, if you won't tell us voluntarily," smiled Beryl. She reached inside the box on the desk and took out a small case which she opened and showed to the bound captive. It contained two hypodermic needles and several ampoules.

"These are truth drugs," she explained, "One injection of these and within ten minutes you'll be be happily telling us anything we wish to know. Not only about the safe but maybe a few intimate questions about your private life. Perhaps about that gentleman friend who visits you occasionally." There was no doubt the group had done their homework on Odelia Abrams.

And so Odelia decided she could give them the combination after all.

"Thank you," smiled Beryl, writing it down, "I knew you'd be reasonable. You can say afterward you were threatened or tortured or both."

On the other side of the desk Sarah had not been idle. She too had stripped off her boiler suit, gloves and cap, revealing herself to be wearing a neat lemon blouse and a pair of well tailored black slacks. She looked the classic picture of a well trained business girl who worked in an up market office. Beryl smiled at the captive manager, "Behold, your new receptionist. At least for part of the morning." And to the new front counter girl, "You'd better get out there and famillarise yourself with that desk. Those other two will be here soon. And you, Madam," this to Odelia, "You're moving to the staff room. You're not suitably dressed for the manager's office at all."

Odelia scowled at her.

Sarah smiled and picked up the makeup case Beryl had used. "I'd better make myself look pretty too. And I'll take this," picking up the pistol from the desk. "Those other two should be in any minute now."

She went out into the reception area. Beryl and Liz forced the bound manager through the door into the staff room. They took the two discarded boiler suits and their own box as well.

Once in the staff room Odelia was made to sit on one of the chairs it was furnished with. Liz knelt beside her and securely tied her ankles with more strips of sheet and then bound her legs above the knees. Finally she lashed her tightly to the back of the chair with two more long lengths. Meanwhile Beryl slipped off the cleaner's work shoes she was wearing and, sitting on another chair next to the fuming manager, reached down and removed her very expensive, stylish high heels and slipped them onto her own feet. They fitted almost perfectly.

"There," she said, standing up, straightening her back and smoothing the wrinkles in her newly acquired ensemble, "Now I really look the part." She even struck a model's pose. "Perhaps I could hold a position here."

The bound owner of the apparel glared but decided it was probably best to say nothing. Totally helpless, there was nothing she could do now.

She did not want to be slapped again and she suspected she was going to be gagged soon. She did not like the thought of that either.

"Now," said Beryl, "We await the arrival of those two ladies on your staff." Odelia's heart sank at this. Clearly this group had done their homework on her establishment very well indeed. "A

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