The battered old SUV pulled up in front of the isolated cabin. It had been in rough enough shape before someone had shot out the rear window and put half a dozen bullet holes into the black bodywork. Smoke or steam leaked from under the hood as it managed the final few feet and came to a halt.

A trio of men poured out of the vehicle with some relief. They were dressed alike, in dark suits and shades. One of them was clutching at his arm, where a bandage had been hurriedly applied. All three had weapons drawn, snub submachine guns fitted with suppressors, as they approached the cabin. While one went to the door, the other two fanned out, backing up against the windows and cautiously peering in. At their nods, the first opened the door, gun at the ready and moved in, quickly sweeping through the small cabin. It didn’t take long, there were only four rooms and that was if you counted the small bathroom and open kitchenette.

“Clear.” The man said, with relief. “Figured it probably was, when no one started shooting the minute we drove up, but given the way the rest of this job went…”

“This was a total shitshow…” The second man replied, stepping through the door, gun still in hand, but down at his side. “They were on us too soon.”

“Think we were set up?” The third man asked.

“Nah. If that were the case, we’d never have made it out of there. And we managed to get most of the stuff as well. I think we were just unlucky, that beat cop walking by at the wrong time.”

“I’m amazed we got out at all. If one of those sons’a’bitches had pulled the trigger we’d have been done for. Can’t believe we just walked out like that…”

“That’s why its important who you pick for your leverage. If we’d grabbed the manager, they’d have fired, who cares if some fat slob in a suit gets plugged. Wrong place at the wrong time, but no one’s going to fire with a couple hot bitches in harm's way.”

“So what now?”

“Well, assuming this place is still safe, we hide out a while, wait for the heat the die down, then think about trying to move the stuff.”

“How long do you think that’ll take.”

“Dunno...three, four weeks? Maybe more. Maybe a couple months. Wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t riddled that squad car on the way out. They get particular about that sort of thing.”

“Sorry, but that cop was getting ready to shoot, I swear.”

“Anyway, we’re here for the month, let’s make the best of it.”

“At least we’ve got something to help make the days pass quickly…”

The three had moved back out to the SUV. As the third man said this, they popped the trunk of the SUV. As it opened, the muffled sounds of its occupants escaped into the quiet mountain air. One was a short, dark haired woman, dressed in a black vest over white blouse, dark skirt and heels. One of the shopgirls. The other was a tall blonde, dressed in a light sundress and sandals. She’d simply been an unlucky customer who’d picked the wrong time to try some jewelry shopping.

The two women had their hands tied behind their backs, wrists wrapped with tape. Their ankles had been tapped together as well and then the rest of the roll used to wrap their mouths and eyes, keeping them quiet and blind. They whimpered quietly in fear. It had been scary enough when three armed men burst in, taking them and the rest of the employees and customers hostage. Then the police had shown up and started firing guns. Then, to their horror, out of all of the other hostages, the two of them had been picked as the crooks human shields, to allow them to get to their escape vehicle. Since the final shoot out and speed away, the two had been wondering what would happen to them now that their captors had no more need of them.

While two of the men reached past the two captive women to grab the black duffel bags they’d stuffed their modest haul into, the third drew a knife and quickly cut the tape binding the two hostages feet. One at a time, he pulled them out of the van and stood them up behind it.

“This way.” He said, grabbing both by the arm. Tugging, he dragged the blindfolded prisoners into the cabin. It was modestly furnished, so he found two chairs and sat them down in them. “Ok listen up ladies!” He said in a sharp tone. “Here’s the deal: we’re going to hide out for a while, until the heat dies down. Unfortunately, we can’t have anyone finding out where we are, so the two of you will be our guests for the time being…”

The two whimpered in despair at this, realizing their nightmare would be prolonged for days, maybe even weeks or months, but that was nothing compared to what he said next. “You’re job will be to keep the three of us entertained during that time. How well you do that determines what we do with you when we’re done, if we let you go unharmed, or sell you to some buddies we know to be their playthings for a while.”

The two shook their heads, whimpering into their gags, much to the three crooks delight. The first man took his knife out again and stepped forward. “So, let’s see which of you will get the honor of going first…” he stepped up beside the shopgirl. She started to struggle, until she felt the cold blade of the knife, then became very still, as he began to cut through the cloth of her vest and blouse. Underneath, she had on a plain, black bra. She gave an indignant squeal as the knife was slipped under the band, separating the two cups with one quick slice. They fell away, baring her breasts.

“Not bad, not bad…” The man said, giving one of them a quick squeeze. “Now let’s see what your friend’s got under her dress…” The blonde sobbed quietly as he went over to her and began the same process, cutting away her dress, followed by her bra until her large, firm breasts were exposed.

“What do you think? Who's got the better tits?” The first man asked one of his accomplices.

“I like blondie’s better, if I’m being honest.” He replied. From her miserable groan, she didn’t fully appreciate the compliment. Nor did the like what was said next.

“Alright then. Her first.” She whimpered in terror as one of the crooks lifted her off the chair and tossed her over one shoulder. As she was carried into the other room, the shopgirl slumped down, relaxed she was not picked, at least until the first man teased, “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn soon enough.” Laughing, he took out another roll of tape and wound it around her bared torso and the chair back, to keep her from going anywhere. Giving her tits another playful slap, he hurried into the other room where the fun was just getting started...