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[wildone]

So....Krista and I have been working on something for a while, she wants the first chapter posted here and I was reluctant. Well I have gave in. Let us know what you think and if we should continue on with it

 

Here is the unedited, and kind of unbeta'd first chapter.

 

 

Midnight

No moon made the streets extremely dark between the interspaced street lights that barely cast any light upon the street. It housed the bars that were still going strong on this Friday night.

It also provided cover for the stolen Ford Mustang convertible that had three people watching the one bar under the shadows of darkness.

One woman in the driver’s seat who would be much more at home on the dance floor in one of the bars than sitting in the car with her two unlikely companions. Both males, both striking in their own appearance, but also both of them gay. To accuse the lone female occupant of being their fag hag had proven nearly fatal to the previous person to make that assumption 500 miles East of here.

Without breaking her glance at the entrance to the bar, Trisha asked her companions “Do we wait till the bar closes or do we take him before the crowds empty out onto the street?”

Dillon, the foreigner in the back seat and the smaller of the two males opined that less questions might be asked, or the victim might not even be noticed missing if it was done sooner than later.

Troy, who was sipping a lukewarm coffee in the passenger seat nodded his head slowly and signified with a grunt his agreement with the sooner was better than later theory. As he reached down to open the door handle, the car was suddenly bathed with the interior light which exposed all of them to whomever might be looking their way.

“Shit Trisha, kill that fucking interior light!” yelled Dillon from the back seat in a quick flash of frustration and the short temper he had proven he had.

Not knowing where exactly the switch was to kill the light Trisha frantically searched the dashboard until she found a knob that she cranked to the left and the car was once again bathed in darkness. Having a new car every couple of days always seemed to sneak up and bite them in the ass when they least expected it.

The line up to the bar was increasing as they waited and the doormen seemed in no hurry to lower the stanchion rope to allow anymore into the cramped and gyrating dance club for the immediate future. About 30 people stood patiently in the line waiting the opportunity to get into the hottest nightclub on the strip. Most were couples, some in larger groups of four or five but they were not the ones to interest the trio. The single males were the ones that would be attracting their scrutiny.

Near the back of the line was one such male, seemingly alone, occasionally looking at his watch in frustration. He would look around and seem to consider leaving. They had watched him getting out of a cab a few moments earlier and all of them knew without saying that he was their most likely candidate.

He was likely about 5’11, 190 lbs. black hair styled professionally, he wore clothes that showed he took pride in his appearance and his presence. After another five minutes of idle movement, he broke out of the line and swiftly passed the bouncers and the entrance to the club. He seemed to be moving with a purpose but in the direction he was going there was nothing to head to other than tenements which were all darkened at this late hour.

Troy, already out of the car, dropped his half full coffee cup in the gutter, which made a splash in the water remaining from the brief rainstorm earlier in the night. He had barely got halfway across the road, remaining in the dark between the two lamp posts when Trisha had moved out of the car and Dillon was able to clamber out of the back seat. They both broke out into a light jog to catch up to Troy who seemed totally focused on their prey.

The three of them reached the other sidewalk and set a pace to match the man fifty feet in front of them. He still seemed to be moving at a fairly good clip but without any direction of where he was going. As he approached a street corner and stopped and looked up at the street signs mounted on top of a pole they could hear him curse and start to turn towards them.

Trisha immediately grabbed both men by their arms and began talking in loud gibberish. If both of them hadn’t been more alert she would have fallen hopelessly onto the sidewalk. Giving the appearance of three drunken friends with a little more than tipsy girlfriend they continued to approach the man while spanning across the width of the sidewalk.

As they neared, the man had started walking briskly towards them. Trisha seeing this as their opportunity stopped at the entrance of a alleyway and bent over to portray she was about to hurl the excess liquor from her stomach. Troy and Dillon kept their place spanning the sidewalk forcing the oncoming man to make a decision; step out on the street to avoid the trio, or to sidestep them by entering the alley.

Fortunately for the three, a large puddle was formed on the street where the sidewalk dipped at the entrance of the alley. Forcing the oncoming man into the alley was only a matter of seconds.

Cautiously watching the three and glancing at the large pool of water the gentleman lowered his head to avoid contact with the strangers. As he veered into the alley to his right he was not expecting to be nudged off his stride by Troy who had sidestepped into him.

Stopping for a second to apologize and carrying on his way was his biggest mistake of the evening since walking the wrong way from the bar. Troy was in his face and Dillon behind him in less than a second. The two men had little trouble pulling him back into the alley. To top it off, Trisha seemed to remarkably recovered from her drunken stupor and shoved a piece of cloth into his mouth. He tried to struggle with the two men but they were far enough to his sides that they seemed to have total control over where he was going. Finally, with searing pain, his struggle ended with a swift knee between the legs from a smirking Trisha.

Troy held him up against the grimy brick wall while Trisha began rummaging through his pants pockets. Finding his wallet in the back rear pocket and then tossing it to Dillon. Trisha then reached in his front pocket and intentionally checking out the guy’s manhood, which would usually bring him to attention except for the swelling was a bit lower. Finding nothing in the front pockets she slowly removed her hands. I quick check of his light coat pockets found his house keys.

Taking a few steps back Dillon was now stepping in front of their victim. Reaching down suddenly and rubbing his swollen testicles made his mouth drop open in pain, long enough for Dillon to pop the pill into the back of his mouth. Before he could react Dillon locked his mouth over his and tried to French kiss him causing him to immediately try to close his mouth and swallow the pill.

Troy moved back in front of the victim and stared deeply and intently into his eyes. Slowly he felt his resistance to Troy’s restraint on him lessen. Next the pupils began to shrink and begin to glass over. His breathing began to shallow greatly after the adrenaline charged heart rate and respiration slowed down to near death. As his limbs began to weaken Dillon stepped up again, the two men heaved his near lifeless body into the nearby dumpster. If luck was in his favour, he would wake in twelve hours with little recognition of the evening’s events since leaving the lineup at the bar. If luck wasn’t in his favour the disposal truck would crush his body to be deposited in the city dump never to be found again.

The three took a quick look to sweep the area to see if there were any witnesses. Not seeing any they increased the speed of their walk back down the street and crossed over, still in the shadows, over to their stolen Mustang.

Once in the car and underway, Dillon began rummaging through the wallet. Finding his driver’s license he told Troy the guy’s home address who then punched it into his phones GPS program. With a spin of the rear tires as the 6 cylinders put out their maximum output, the car raced off down the darkened street.

Fifteen minutes later found them parking a block away from the upper scale apartment building facing the river front. Each grabbed a hoodie from the trunk of the Mustang and the two guys grabbed a duffle bag each. Before reaching the front doors they donned their hoodies with Trisha looking bizarre in her tight black dress and heels with a hoodie over top of it.

Before entering the lobby a quick scan showed a surveillance camera in the front lobby. Keeping their heads down Troy used the liberated keys to open the security door and proceed to the elevator. Once in the elevator, still with their heads lowered Troy punched the button for the twenty third floor.

Exiting the elevator and turning to the right with heads down to avoid the cameras mounted at the end or the hallways, they approached their victims apartment. Now they all held their breath as they opened the door knowing that he may have an alarm unit. Not hearing anything or seeing a lighted punch panel had them breathing easier.

Troy went immediately for the desktop computer on the corner desk beside the entrance out to the balcony. He was their computer expert and had broken the simple password that most users think protects them from people like Troy in about 10 seconds.

Dillon began searching the drawers of the unit for items they could use. Knowing that the victim was closer to his size than the larger Troy he knew he’d at least be leaving in a new set of clothes. Trisha, the ever seductive one of the group undid her back zipper and dropped her skirt, bra and panties onto the floor where both men could see her. She had done this several times before and still felt a little disappointed that the two homos didn’t react in the least to her gorgeous six foot frame that made straight men cum in their pants. Closer inspection, if only she could get some, would have given away that she wasn’t a true blond.

As Trish stepped in the shower Troy yelled for Dillon to come out and check out what he found. Like a lot of people their victim kept a encrypted file on their computer with all their passwords and other gems like the secret codes to his credit cards and ATM cards. Downloading a password cracking program from the internet had him into the files with little effort.

While Dillon wrote down the passcodes to the credit cards and ATM cards with a sharpie on each card, Troy opened up his bank’s website. With a few clicks the daily withdrawal limit was increased to ten thousand dollars for twenty four hours from the safety limit of five hundred.

Trish appeared with just a towel wrapped around her breasts barely covering her ample bosoms and having her perky ass showing from behind. Another towel wrapped around her head covering her long blond hair made her look like she was ready for her spa treatment.

“So you two fags gonna shower together and finally admit you want each other or are we going to continue to play the charade and waste hours of our getaway?”

Both shaking their heads and cracking a smile, Dillon dropped the wallet and cards on the desk and walked past Trish stealing the towel wrapped around her body.

“I know you like to look, but really!” yelled Trish at the disappearing Dillon.

“I think the only thing he wants to look at is the disappointment on your face as you realize you just don’t have the equipment for him darlin,” countered Troy as he continued to snoop through the computer.

Disappointed for the moment, Trish began rummaging through the duffle bag for a tight pair of designer jeans, a white t shirt and some sneaks. Taking her hair and tying it up in the back she slid the ball cap over her head to complete her new look for when she would be avoiding the ATM cameras as she withdrew the man’s savings.

Dillon appeared back in the main room wearing some new jeans and a white t-shirt as well. Sitting down and pulling on some white athletic socks he was relieved to find the shoes of their victim was the same size as his.

“The guy has a drawer full of boxers, boxer briefs, hip briefs and a couple of thongs, so take your choice Troy,” Dillon said while tying the new white Nike sneakers. “What you don’t wear I’ll throw in the bag and leave the ones that we have been wearing for the past week.”

“Next guy we take is definitely going to have to be my size or else we are going have to go shopping soon,” yelled Troy as he entered the en suite.

Fifteen minutes later found the three looking completely different back on the elevator heading down to the parking garage. Pressing the fob identified their new wheels, a 2012 Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows all the way around.

Trish took the keys as she always did the driving and the two others jumped in the vehicle. Dillon was in back, in his place, with Troy in the passenger seat where he could navigate and keep a lookout. Three blocks away found Dillon jumping out and swapping license plates with a blue Chevy Blazer. They knew most people didn’t ever look at their own plates which would give them a few days before the popo would have a tag to look for. Hopefully they would be a couple of states away and in a new vehicle by the time they did know about the switch.

Next stop found the Escalade stopped on the street and Trish walking up to the Wells Fargo Bank. As she punched in for the full ten grand to be taken out, she was surprised when the machine asked her to punch in a confirmation code to make the withdrawal. Taking a guess and entering in the passcode in reverse rewarded her with the machine grinding out all of the cash.

Three ATM stops later they had exhausted all the credit cards for cash withdrawals and they were making their way out of town.

Stopping at a highway road stop found them checking into one room with Dillon’s fake piece of ID stating his name as Richard Big. The fact that he signed the registration card as Dick Big went unnoticed by the half asleep hotel clerk.

Two in the morning finally found the trio stripping down to sleep for about six hours. After taking some ribbing for choosing the hip briefs Troy threatened to beat the shit out of Dillon and they all went to sleep.

*** *** *** ***

The next morning Trisha woke first, she looked over and found Troy sprawled out in the middle of the bed, ass in the air with his new underwear barely visible under the ugly green hotel covers. Dillon seemingly annoyed even in his sleep was on the far edge of the bed, his back against the end table, the only thing keeping him from falling from the bed entirely.

“Get up you pole smokers,” Trisha ordered slapping her pillow against Troy, who mumbled two words that made Trisha smile; ‘fucking bitch’.  Troy was never a morning person, but Dillon carefully rolled out of bed, scratching his ass he made his way to the bathroom to calm his morning wood and relieve his bladder.

Anxious to hear if their night’s heist made the morning news, Trisha turned on the television.  The noise finally roused Troy and they both watched together.  After a brief forecast of the morning weather and traffic report the Anchorwoman’s face changed into the careful frown all news people had when they were about to share some horrid breaking news.  “A caucasian male was found disoriented and confused wandering the street near the infamous new night spot Obsessed this morning by a group of surprised nuns, the young man was taken to North Haven Catholic Hospital, police are questioning him for details that we will bring you on our evening broadcast.  In other news...”

Turning off the television Trisha looked over to see Troy smirk as he slid on his pants.  A little while later Dillon came out of the bathroom with a crooked smile on his face and got dressed as well.  Both men impatiently waited as Trisha fussed over clothes.

“We are definitely lifting from a woman next time,” she grumbled as she slid on jeans and a t-shirt.

The three didn’t bother to check out of the hotel with the front desk, by now the workers would have looked at the list with more scrutiny.  Their pockets were full of crisp new bills and the morning news was hopeful.  By the time the guy remembered even the slight details they would be well out of reach.

In the parking garage of the hotel Dillon pointed to a large black van, it was nothing special Trish snubbed the van and started walking to the small black sports car with red trim that would barely fit the three of them and their minimal luggage.

“Now Trish,” Troy said, “I know you like your cars as fast as you are with men...”

“I do not!” Trisha hissed shooting a glare at Dillon, who shrugged innocently.

“I would like some leg room,” Dillon protested and Troy nodded towards the van.  The cocksuckers always out voted her.  She sighed throwing the keys of the nice silver Escalade with tinted windows over her shoulder.  Dillon stood watch as Trisha and Troy picked the locks, then Troy deftly hotwired the van to start.  Dillon picked the license of a beaten and rusty station wagon and screwed it into place.

A few minutes later the three were on the road again heading out of the city to their next unplanned destination.  They had plenty of time to think about their next heist, but the three were starting to get good at their work, two years together and hardly a mistake.  They knew their luck could run out any moment, but their pockets were replenished with money they didn’t work a day for, it was hard to think about what could go wrong.

“Don’t you think this petty theft bit is getting old?” Troy asked leaning around to see Dillon sprawled out in the middle seat looking around the spacious van.

“We do what we are good at,” Dillon grunted looking at the younger man.  Troy was always ambitious and easily grew tired of these small games.  Trisha gave them both a quick glance, both men were studying the other and she feared another ‘whose cock is bigger,’ argument.

“Why not set ourselves up for the future a little,” Troy continued looking at Trisha for support.  They weren’t as level headed as Dillon and didn’t like to live in the lists of pros and cons that he would always come up with before he did anything.  “Stealing from these small time people sure won’t.”

“We’re young and we are good,” Trisha added earning a smile from Dillon.  “All we need to do is be careful and put money back from each heist.”

“And those diamonds you bought with stolen money, sweetheart?” Troy asked pointing to the diamond studs and matching necklace she was now wearing.  “How many heists paid for those?”

“None of your business, we agreed not to pool our money anyway,” Trisha snapped admiring her earrings in the mirror.

“Good, because I’m not bailing your ass out when you’re broke,” Troy argued crossing his arms, he sat back seemingly defeated, but the other two knew he wouldn’t give up easily.  They had been able to hold Troy’s ambitions in check, but after three years the youngest of the three wanted bigger and better things.  He also knew he could do it with their help, if they would only listen to him.

“Where to next, Seattle?” Trisha asked and Dillon snorted in the passenger seat.

“Palm Beach,” Troy answered causing Trisha to swerve slightly.

“The east coast?” Trisha asked looking over at Troy.  They had been on the west coast for three years, their entire lives together was on this coast.  It was where she was most comfortable.  “It is a bit of a risk.”

“We need a vacation,” Dillon answered from behind, Troy snorted again, still fuming from the dismissal of the other two.  Trisha wanted Troy to come to her aid, but he didn’t.

“It is hardly time for a vacation,” Trisha argued, “we are at the top of our game and no one is tailing us, we hardly even exist.”

“I still think we should try larger cons,” Troy countered from beside Trisha, “Use all of our skills on different cons at one time.”

“Too much of a risk,” Dillon said waving his arm, getting ready to hear Trisha start complaining about Palm Beach again.  Everyone in the car knew it wasn’t a vacation, that Dillon had something on his mind that he wasn’t telling and wouldn’t tell until the time was right, not until he had it all thought through.  What the other two didn’t know is that Dillon was in agreement with Troy, they needed to do larger cons.  He had been doing petty theft and small time con games longer than the other two, being forced out by his parents for being queer at a young age.  He illegally entered the US and learned to pick pocket from the bum he slept on the street next to for safety.  While the bum drank his way into a disgusting death Dillon had maneuvered to larger cons with more dangerous allies.  He liked the two people he worked with now and over the years watched them materialize into formidable people.  It was time, but he wasn’t about to give Troy the benefit of being right and Trisha the opportunity to be an outright bitch and complain the whole way.

“So we’re just going to jump an airplane to Florida?” Trisha asked when things got quiet in the over sized van.  It made Dillon seem farther away than he really was when she looked back at him.  She could tell he was thinking, staring out the window.

“We can drive if you want,” Dillon answered turning his attention back to her and off the other cars on the crowded freeway.

“That is a long trip and not even a hot car to make it in,” Trisha groaned, “and you know I’ll be the one driving most of the time.”

“Stop complaining,” Troy barked from the passenger seat.  Trisha never stopped for Troy’s morning coffee, even though he had waved and pointed at more than a few places for her to stop.  She had ignored him and waited for Dillon to make up his mind, either they flew or drove.  She was going to stop and get a better car for the journey.

“Shut up,” Trisha grumbled shooting a glare at Troy.  He shrugged slumping his shoulders as the city buildings started to thin out.  They were currently headed towards the airport the closer they came to it the more anxious everyone seemed to be.  To fly meant a lot of eyes watching them and a lot of security to pass by.  She thought it was too much of a risk, more than one Dillon usually took.  She wondered what the real reason for his change of protocol was, something he wasn’t telling the other two read on his eyes.

“Are you going to stop for a damn coffee or am I going to have to jump for it?” Troy asked slapping Trisha on the shoulder.

“What the hell?” Trisha asked startled at the sudden outburst.

“My morning cup of coffee, I’ve not had a cup,” Troy answered as they passed a waffle house and he let out an exasperated sigh.

“You can get some at the airport while we do some reconnaissance,” Dillon said settling the argument between the two younger people in the front of the van.

“I really don’t think we should fly, they damn near rape you before you board,” Trisha countered as she took the exit that would lead them to the airport anyway.  Dillon had always kept them organized and in the right direction, it was hard not to trust his judgment over the years, since he taught the other two to how to con within their natural ability.  Trisha with her sex appeal and natural cunning.  Troy with his ability to manipulate people as well as any machine or lock that was in his way.  The three worked well together through Dillon’s planning.

“We can’t always rely on cars and highways,” Dillon said, “and we need to branch out, too much activity in one place could create a pattern of events that we aren’t seeing.”

“Dillon is talking his old man nonsense again,” Troy whispered earning a slap on the back of the head.

“Fuck you Troy! Trisha, crank the radio, I love this song”

Trisha complied and Goyte’s ‘Somebody That I Used To Know’ flooded the van. Both started to shout at Dillon to shut up as he began to sing along; they both hated the song. Trish didn’t turn it off for the reason that Dillon came up with some of his best ideas when he was distracted from them and only shared those after he belted out the song.

“Damn, what I’d do to see what his cock looks like in the video,” Dillon said at the end of the song like he does every time he finishes it. “So I was thinking.”

If you wanted to get the other two’s attention those four words were the way to get it.

“We check into a hotel near the airport and ditch the van. We will just take the shuttle bus to the airport. Troy, I need you to get us to Palm Beach over two days, let’s say with four connections minimum. We’ll buy tickets at each airport with cash. Two days will be exhausting but with using different names for each flight we will keep the cops off of our tails. Trisha, you need to alter your looks again, sorry. Need to go butch lesbo for the first day,” chuckled Dillon.

“I most certainly will not,” shrieked Trisha, reaching up and neatly running her fingers through her soft blond hair.  “One of you two cock suckers can go straight and be my husband.”

“We do that all the time,” Troy groaned, “time for you to butch it up, princess.”

“Well, I can probably do Lesbo better than you two fags can do queer,” snapped Trisha.

Troy leaned back, grabbed Dillon and began to kiss him to his total surprise. Trisha roared with laughter as she continued driving.

“Bout time you two admitted your feelings for each other,” laughed Trisha.  “Of all the low life idiots, I run into two cock hounds to work with.”

Dillon, still shocked and quiet in the back said nothing as Troy grinned ear to ear. “Well Bimbos are a dime a dozen but I think I still want to use your boobies as my pillow on the flight,” Troy began as Trisha shook her head in disgust.

“Then that settles it then, butch lesbians do not share their boobies,” Trisha said looking down at her ample cleavage, “especially with the likes of you.”

“Fine, you don’t have to go Lesbo Trisha, and Troy, for that I’m not cluing you guys into the next heist until I’ve had a half hour alone in the can after we check in,” piped up Dillon from the back seat, finally.

“You do a lot of jackin off for an old man,” Troy quipped smirking as he watched for the slap from Dillon through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah right, coming from the dude who doesn’t need the coffee as much as his first of seven jerk offs for the day” said Dillon.

Troy had no come back as he sat there grinning and knew that Dillon had called his number.

“Well I think I’m the one that needs attention, you two seem to give yourselves all the attention you deserve,” Trisha quipped rolling her eyes. “I have dibs on the hotel clerk and I’m definitely getting my own room tonight”

A hour and a half later both guys found themselves laughing uncontrollably as they walked into the lobby of the Ramada airport and saw the three girls standing at the check in counter for the hotel.

“I’ll order room service, they’re always men,” Trish whispered as they made their way to the counter together.

“Bets on Trish striking out?” Troy asked looking over his shoulder to see Dillon slightly behind them. Dillon winked, accepting the bet.

“You both know, I always get the guy,” Trish said, “loser buys me dinner.”

“Hey Dillon, wanna fuck when we check in? That way we will win the bet and Trisha can buy us dinner for a change.”

“Not a chance and really, I win if I bag an employee,” Trisha countered, “you two just can’t put your ass into the air for one another, it has to be with an employee to win.”

“So three separate rooms?” asked Dillon.

“Use your imagination guys,” Trisha sighed, “you wouldn’t need separate rooms if you pick the same guy.”

“Deal,” both men said in unison.”

As if timed perfectly, a gorgeous twenty something room service attendant walked in front of them with a service trolley and both guys noticed the lone right ear ring on display.

“Don’t say it fuckers!” sneered Trisha to the two guys laughter.

Before either man decided to try and make his move, by placing their junk on his open trolley, Trisha stuck out her foot and tripped Troy, making Dillon fall over the younger man cussing on the floor.  The attendant smirked looking down at the two grown men fighting one another to get back on their feet.  Trisha winked and smoothed her blonde hair back into place as she reached the counter to book her single room.

 

 

[joann414]

That's a yes!  I love it.

[Mann Ramblings]

Yes. Please continue. I R intrigued.

[Krista]

Aha! Posted, I see I've won again.  

[Former Member]

I agree! Continue please

[A.J.]

Please continue!

[Kiltie69]

More please

[Krista]

Thanks for the response and encouragement! I think this is different than what me and Steve are both used to in our own writing. We do have about six chapters of work started on it.

[Daithi]

more please very different but very good hehe

[Lisa]

More, more, more! I'm intrigued!!!!

But Krista, only when you're finished with "Standing in Shadows".