Billy Ray Johnson's reputation was well-known throughout the city.
Nobody
was quite sure what was fact and what was fiction but one thing was certain.
He was the biggest drug supplier in that part of town.He was not
retail.
He brought the stuff in and sold it to the pushers who stalked the local
schools.
But there were darker tales of prostitution, white slave trade and even
murder. Wendy and Teresa had both heard the rumors that Billy Ray had wasted
a local dope peddler because he reneged on debts.
He was considered evil personified. People's voices lowered with awe
and
respect when they spoke his name. He was widely-feared.
Few had the nerve to mess with him. Two did.
""""He may be a bad-ass but nobody is badder than
us,'' Wendy told Teresa
while outlining her plan.
They walked quietly but confidently up the street toward the expensive
townhome where Billy Joe lived and conducted business. Wendy knew that Billy
Joe not only had an appetite for the good life but he also harbored a
fondness for alluring young woman.
Wendy and Teresa were alluring.
Wendy was dressed in her tight leather pants and a tight white tank-top
that allowed her breasts plenty of opportunity to be seen. The black leather
jacket hung open so Billy Ray couldn't miss them.
Teresa went with the shiny black latex pants and the calf high boots. A
purple shirt clung tightly, covered by her own black leather jacket. She wore
an S.S. cap and looked like a Nazi henchman. Both wore black leather gloves
They stopped in front of the townhouse and Wendy took one last drag
from
her cigarette. Inside her jacket she fingered the little surprise she had for
the city's most notorious criminal.
""Teresa my love,'' Wendy said. ""Let's show Mr.
Billy Ray what crime is
all about.''
Teresa took a drag and stomped out the cigarette with her boot. Evil
desires, accentuated by her new outfit, pulsated through her body.
""Let's take him.''
******
Wendy rang the doorbell. As she waited, she felt her heart race with
excitement. Again she felt the delicious sensation of suspense, action
waiting to happen. To her, the anticipation of robbery was just as great as
the actual crime itsself.
She looked at Teresa and her partner in crime was smiling. No fear.
'""God,'' thought Wendy to herself. ""This girl was
born to steal. I
couldn't have found a better accomplice.''
The door opened. Billy Ray stood there in a bathrobe and slippers. He
looked at his guests and sneered.
""What do you bitches want.''
Wendy did the talking.
""We're just a couple of chicks looking to party.''
""What the fuck does that mean.''
""Well, what you're selling, we want to buy.''
""You have the wrong house bitch. I don't know what the fuck
you're
talking about.''
""Hmmm...that's too bad, because we can be very generous with
those who
can help us.''
Billy Ray looked them over carefully. He didn't do retail but he loved
to
fuck. They were too young to be cops but they were definitely worth
accomodating.
""What the fuck do you think I am.''
""A stud for one thing...and someone who has just what we're
looking
for.''
Billy Ray looked hard at Wendy's breasts. He couldn't resist. He opened
the door wide.
""Come on in.''
Wendy and Teresa stepped inside. Teresa noticed the opulence of the
interior decor and knew that lucrative riches awaited somewhere inside.
Wendy noticed something else. She noticed a bulge growing inside the
bathrobe.
""We've got him.''' she thought.
They walked into the living room. Teresa pulled out a pack of Salem
100's
and lit one.
""Did I say you could smoke,'' Billy Ray snapped.
Wendy took a cigarette and lit it off Teresa's cigarette. She took a
deep
inhale and blew the stream of smoke at Billy Ray.
""We just love to smoke when we party,'' Wendy said.
""So what do you have in mind bitch,'' Billy Ray said.
That's too many times you called us bitch, Teresa thought to herself.
This is going to be fun.
""Cocaine,'' Wendy said. ""We want to do some
blow.''
""I don't have any of that shit,'' Billy Ray lied.
""I told you, you've
come to the wrong house.''
Wendy slid close to Billy Ray so that her breasts brushed against his
side. She took a deep drag off the cigarette.
""We want some coke,'' she whispered seductively, letting the
back of her
black leather glove slide against the bulge. ""Some blow for a blow.''
""You mean....''
""Exactly.''
""What about your friend here,'' Billy Ray said.
Teresa spoke for the first time.
""I just love threesomes.''
Billy Ray smiled and thought to himself.
Two beautiful junkies. Some coke,a nice blow job and then...His evil
mind
worked quickly. These two will love working in the Arabian Desert for some
oil-rich camel jockey.
""Come with me,'' he said.
He took them down the main hall and into his office. Next to an
expensive
mahogany desk was a cold steel safe.
""Close your eyes, Idon't want you to see the combination,''
Billy Ray
said.
They did what they were told. Wendy continued to finger inside her
leather jacket.
""Ok, you can open them.''
Wendy did and gasped. Teresa did so as well. It was a sight to behold.
The safe had three shelves. On the bottom were thick bags of cocaine.
The
middle shelf held bundles upon bundles of cash. Feelings of greed raced
through Teresa's mind. Billy Ray reached for the top shelf and pulled out a
silver-plated pistol.
""This is for people who fuck with me.''
We'll see, thought Wendy.
""Oh my,'' said Teresa. ""What a beautiful weapon.
I love it.''
Billy Ray smiled as Teresa slid her leather clad body up against him
and
ran her black leather glove along the barrel.
Wendy did something else. She lifted Billy Ray's bathrobe and ran her
left hand along his leg, the black leather pressing against skin brought her
quarry to new heights of ecstasy.
He never saw the electric rod in her right hand. But he felt it. And he
felt thousands upon thousands of electricity sear through his body, bringing
incredible pain and then total paralysis.
The gun dropped to the floor. So did Billy Ray. The painful movement of
his eyes was the only sign of life once the spasmodic twitching stopped.
""How do you like that motherfucker,'' Wendy snapped, glaring
at her
helpless victim.
""I'd love to give you a swift kick in the fucking head,''
Teresa said.
""But you wouldn't feel it.''
Wendy lit a cigarette and laughed. Teresa lit one herself.
""How long?'' she asked, the smoke coursing through her lungs
""The pawn guy told me 20 minutes minimum,'' Wendy said.
""He won't move
a muscle for at least that long.''
Teresa turned to the safe and pulled out the plastic bag.
""Billy Ray,'' she said. ""Drug dealing can be
lucrative but robbery is
soooo much better.''
She snapped the bag open while Wendy reached for the first bundle of
cash. Her black leather gloves fingered it quickly. She wasn't good at school
but she was enough of a criminal to figure out the bundle held a couple of
thousand dollars.
""Love, we have hit the jackpot,'' she moaned.
Teresa smiled, took a drag off the cigarette and began to plunder the
safe. Her heart raced as she grabbed the money and dumped it in the bag.
Wendy joined her.
For Teresa, this was the ultimate moment of pleasure, the actual taking
of the loot, stealing it, taking from others and giving unto herself. Since
Wendy had done the actual work in the jewelry store, this was her first act
of stealing, of robbing, of plundering.
She would remember it forever. She was changed forever. In that moment,
she knew she was committed to a life of crime and nobody would stop her. The
sight and feel of hard cold cash in her grasp made her wet beyond belief and
she knew that feeling must be repeated again and often.
Wendy counted 50 bundles, estimating they were stealing at least
$100,000. The thought made her dizzy.
""My love,' she said. ""With this money, there's no
limits to the crimes
we'll pull next.''
Teresa smiled. The cigarette dangled from her lips as she continued to
grab and finish off the job.
""What about the drugs,'' she asked.
""Hmmm...'' Wendy said. ""The police will love
that. They'll also love
this gun.''
She turned and looked at Billy Ray, motionless on the floor.
""Billy Ray,'' she asked. ""You don't think that
when the cops find this
gun, they might put it through a ballistics test or two, see if it did the
job on a certain low-class drug dealer.''
The look of fear in Billy Ray's eyes told her everything she needed to
know. There would be no retribution from this victim for a long, long time.
Maybe even life.
The bag was full.
""Time to go,'' Teresa said.
""One more thing,'' Wendy said.
She picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1.
""Yes,'' Wendy said. ""I want to report a robbery
at 1729 Woodpath
Drive....''
She waited.
""Oh yes, the robbers are still in the house.''
She left the phone on the desk.
""C'mon.''
They walked out of the house and down the street quickly. They were
just
getting inside a beat-up Toyota when they heard the sirens.
Wendy lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then flicked the lighter for
Teresa.
""This reminds me,'' Wendy said. ""I'm tired of
driving this shit-hole
car of my mom's.''
Teresa patted the bag confidently. She took a drag off her cigarette.
""With this,'' she said. ""Never again.''
They were well out of the neighborhood when the cops pulled up to Billy
Ray's office. They never accepted his claim that he had been robbed by two
women. The gun and the drugs put him in prison for a long time.
It was a miserable existence except late at night when erotic thoughts
raced through his mind of the two leather-clad, stunningly beautiful lady
robbers who had brought him down.
He wouldn't be the last to have those thoughts.