Mixed Signals

And sure enough, three minutes later, I was inside the locked bank, in the staff toilet giving the fat man a blowjob. I'd insisted he sit on one of the seats. I didn't want him collapsing on me. As I sucked on his cock, I couldn't help but be repulsed by him. But I knew it would be worth it. It would all be worth it.

A salty taste hit my tongue just as my world turned white.

When I reopened 'my' eyes, my unconscious body was in front of me, the security guard's cock still in my/Britney's mouth, the final squirts of his cock landing on my/her warm tongue.

I carefully repositioned my unconscious body, and acted part one of the plan.

I didn't have any of Mikey's memories. Only his body. But that didn't matter. Mum knew everything she needed to about the bank from doing anal with the bank manager.

We'd decided to do everything we could NOT to incriminate him. It turned out that Mr David Flint was a really great guy who secretly gave over half his wages to an orphanage. So we changed our plans a little to make sure it didn't look bad on him.

I went into the security office, and disconnected the camera equipment, and the hard-drives the recordings were put on. The hard-drive which had just shown a drunken me being taken into the toilet. I followed my brother's instructions on how to make sure that data was destroyed forever.

Once we knew the cameras were off, I opened the bank front door. Waiting outside was Jessica and many unknown men and women, all with large suitcases. AND a strange masked man in a dark red costume. The man I knew was my brother.

At his instruction, we got to work.

Jessica was needed for part of this. Even the security guard didn't have the access she had. Some places needed two locks to be opened at the same time. Jessica and the guard. The vault needed a code that was changed every month, and was known only to the bank manager.

Of course, mum had gotten us that code. AND given us instructions to avoid any silent alarms.

And then, we were at the vault.

It had shelves with cash, all bundled together. Different values. And safety boxes too, against one wall. Some foreign currency too, for when a bank customer was going on holiday. Just a quick glance at the room told me there was over two million in cash.

There were about twenty helpers from Henry's cult. They all got to work, following our clear instructions. First was the safety deposit boxes. Ripping them open and removing the contents. Separating it into jewellery, cash and others. Paperwork was left behind. Cash was taken. Jewellery was taken. Anything unusual was left behind.

Then onto the cash piles. We didn't touch the top left of each pile. Because they were secretly marked by police. Marked to catch bank robbers.

All the other cash was put into the suitcases.

As I watched the men and women work, I couldn't help but wonder how many of these people had fucked my brother. Had he fucked every one of these hot women? Had he even fucked Jessica, when he made her his slave this evening?

I remembered the only rule Mum had put on him, when we agreed to the sex-cult plan. That he couldn't leave any DNA behind. Not a single hair. Not a drop of sweat. Not a single sperm. If he was going to fuck one of his slaves, they'd have to swallow every time.

There were at least seven girls in the room, helping us rob the bank. Had all of them tasted my brother's cum? His cock, the only flesh sticking out of his robe, filling their mouths? Bending over against walls so he could fuck their pussies first?

"It's done," one of the men said, distracting me from my rude thoughts.

'Stage two', I thought to myself.

Two of the strongest men helped move my unconscious body from the bathroom and to getaway vehicle number one. A simple Honda Civic owned by one of sex-cult men.

The others put some suitcases into getaway vehicle one, and others into getaway vehicles two to six.

It was all carefully planned out. My brother in his costume, was in vehicle one, with only the owner of the car with him.

The ladies (except Jessica) were in cars two and three.

The men were in cars four to six.

I, as the security guard, went in car six, alongside Jessica and a few other men.

I left the bank doors wide open as we left. There was no need to hide that the bank had been robbed. In fact, we had planned for it.

We all drove away. My brother's car went off in one direction, we went in the other. Him, and my real body, were safe now.

The ladies cars went in another direction too. Most of the girls were prostitutes, and had fallen on hard times. We didn't want them punished for this if we could help it. They'd been ordered by their 'master' (my brother) to take their suitcases with jewellery and money, and get as far away as they could. To go and make new lives for themselves.

The men weren't getting such a good deal. They followed my brother's instruction to drive to a nearby woodland, and bury most of the suitcases.

Then, they went back to the apartment. The sex-cult apartment.

The whole place had already been covered in bleach, and it smelled like a swimming pool. Every place my brother might have been, had been cleaned.

"What did the master tell us to do now?" one of the men asked.

"Um..oh! I remember" said one loudly. "Jessica and Andrew! We were to fuck Jessica and Andrew! In their arseholes!"

"On a bed of money!" Another remembered. "We had to spill out the last money from the suitcases, and fuck on those!"

Within five minutes, the mattresses on the floor were covered in notes. Fives, tens, twenties and fifties. Jessica and Andrew (Henry's old school bully) were kneeling on the beds, men both thrusting into them.

I watched (from a distance) as the two men both came, and the spell my brother held over them was broken. Without him being close, their orgasms ended his control.

"Huh...what's happening?" one said in confusion. "I had this weird dream about robbing a bank."

"Why am I at a gay orgy?" asked the other, pulling his shrinking cock out of Andrew.

The two men stepped away as others took their turns on Andrew and Jessica. Apparently neither of them had orgasmed yet, and were still completely under my brother's commands.

I thought about letting the security guard fuck Jessica. Or even Andrew. But I'd just swap places. And I didn't want that.

But it was still hot, to see this strange orgy.

So I pulled out the cock from under the security guard's fat belly, and pleasured myself until I came.

White filled my vision, and seconds later, I was back at home, in my own body.

Surrounding me was my mum, my dad, my brother (costume free) and about one million in stolen cash and jewellery.

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Epilogue

(Eliana)

We'd had a nervous few weeks, but there had been no knock on the door by the police.

We decided to sell the house, moving to a new city in the south. Our house sale would explain any extra money we seemed to have.

On the news they talked about arresting those involved in a local sex-cult that had robbed a bank. They were looking for several women in connection, but hadn't found them yet. The local arrested men, as well as bank employee Jessica and security guard Mikey, had been part of the cult and had robbed the bank.

So far, more than half the money was still missing. The men said that some of the money had been buried, but when they led police to the site, the suitcases had all been dug-up, and the money removed.

We had been banned from the local sex club. Apparently over thirty people had this memory that Mattias and I had brought our two adult children with us to the club. Of course this was against the rules, and though there was no paper record of either Henry or Britney being in the club, thirty people agreeing they remembered it was enough for the management.

It would also be enough for the police, if any of us, including Britney and Henry, needed an alibi for the night of the bank robbery.

I was happy.

My marriage to Mattias had never been stronger.

Britney was doing well. She would be starting a new business in the new city, grooming dogs.

Henry had gone back to his college after his two week 'sickness' and was apparently going to graduate with top marks. I didn't inquire too closely how he got those marks, since he was a middling student at best usually.

The move to the new city would let us put all of this behind us.

A fresh start.

But I couldn't help but wonder about the bank security systems in the new city.

Fin.

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