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The Bank Job Part II - The Execution Chapter 7: First Day for a Girl Reborn Adam awoke to the sound of Emma's alarm clock going off at seven AM the next morning. It was not that he did not like the song "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" but at seven in the morning it really was not what he wanted to hear. Tempted though he was just to switch the alarm off and roll over, he knew that there were things that he would have to be doing before he headed into the lion's den. The first of these important tasks was to go and see if the finger had dried. He headed into the living room and noted that Kevin was still fast asleep, his head buried in the still sleeping Emma's lap on the sofa. Emma, he noted, was now securely bound and gagged on the sofa. Adam carefully tiptoed past Kevin and went to lift Emma's finger from the table next to them so he could start cutting the plaster of Paris away from the latex. As he did so Emma's eye shot open and she got a good view of the fake Emma with a knife in her hand standing over her. She tried to scream but could not get any real sound into it because of the gag. "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you," the fake Emma told the real one. "I just need to get my entry key. We wouldn't want to set off any alarms at our work now, would we?" With that he kicked Kevin awake and indicated that Emma was now conscious. Adam took the fake finger and the knife over to the kitchen table and began cutting away the plaster of Paris. He was thankful that it mostly seemed to be a good job, with the ridge when he had cut the mould from Emma's finger being on the side and not along the bottom of the finger where Emma's prints were. He did not need any fake nails on it since it would not have to pass a visual inspection. Satisfied with his handiwork, Adam deposited the fake finger into Emma's handbag. Next Adam went and went to the toilet, washed his hands and fake face and then cleaned both sets of his teeth. Adam still felt odd sitting down on the lavatory and having to pee out of his fake vagina. It just felt odd, but it was something he was going to have to get used to over the next few days. He had already decided to apply his make-up before getting dressed and so he headed back into the bedroom and sat at Emma's vanity table. He had already practised the kind of make-up look that Emma used at home, but here he was now using her tools and Adam wanted to be extra careful so that he got it right. In the other room he heard his friend Kevin starting to clomp about, but he tried to shut it out from his mind. He needed all his concentration to get his eyeliner straight and not all over the place. It was not something he was born doing or something that he had done daily as a girl. He had practised quite a bit he lately but still he made a couple of mistakes that he had to rub it off and start again. Finally he sprayed some of Emma's body spray on his fake torso and applied a small dab of perfume behind his ears. Once he was satisfied he turned to the clothes that Emma had laid out the night before. He stripped out of the pink baby doll nightdress and black knickers with white symbols on them that he'd been wearing in bed and slipped on a new clean pair of Emma's pale blue frilly panties from her drawer. When he pulled the lacy garments up the sheer fabric tickled his leg and sent a shiver of pleasure to his hidden member. There was no time for any pleasure seeking now though, as he had a deadline to meet to get to work. He pulled out the matching pale blue bra and fitted it back to front and did the hooks up. He then rotated it, fitting his magnificent fake tits into the cups and putting his arms through the straps. It was a method that he had seen women do in films for getting into bras quickly and he had concluded that it was the easiest way to get into the contraptions. Next he fished out the pair of nude tights he had set aside and rolled them up over his own smooth legs. It was incredibly sensual again and by the time he had got the right leg of the garment on and pulled it up around his sexy arse he was incredibly turned on. He had to keep reminding himself of the time and the need for speed to keep his mind focused on the job at hand. The black camisole on the hanger was a little tight for him. He wondered if perhaps he had overdone the breasts a trifle on the suit, whether the garment was naturally small for its size, or whether Emma was holding on to a favoured garment that she had grown out of. Next, he took the grey suit skirt and stepped into it, doing up the zip at the rear to cover his sexy undergarments. Finally he stepped into the black two-inch heels and put on the matching suit jacket. Adam inspected himself in the vanity mirror and noted he was missing Emma's watch, earrings, and rings. He clipped the ear studs into the holes in his fake face and slipped the slim feminine watch onto his wrist before heading back into the living room. "Wow, you look great!" Kevin said whilst helping himself to a juice from the fridge. Adam noted that Emma was now once more the victim of the chloroformed rag and was once again sleeping. "A girl does her best," he replied in Emma's voice whilst taking the rings from her sleeping form and adding them to his own fingers, slipping the ring carefully over his false fingernails, now painted in a delicate pink. "I don't suppose you could make me a coffee and some toast before I leave?" Adam added. Kevin grumbled a bit about not being his slave but set about the task as instructed. Adam meanwhile headed to Emma's handbag and retrieved her work pass to put around his neck. He headed over to the window where the curtains were still drawn and took a look outside. To his dismay he saw that it was raining again; he would need to find Emma's coat. Once he had finished his brief breakfast of toast, Adam put on Emma's coat and did one final check of his disguise in the mirror. "Well, do I pass?" he said in Emma's voice. "If I didn't know differently then I'd think you actually were her," his friend replied. "Right, I'd better go then. I don't want to be late on my first day!" With that he headed out the door and through the complex of corridors to the driveway where Emma's car was parked. The rain from the puddles splashed a bit on his tights as he made his way to Emma's red Ford Escort and fished her keys out of Emma's handbag. He was dismayed to see that her old car did not have central locking and after unlocking it he manoeuvred himself uncomfortably into the car. The car finally spluttered to life after Adam's fifth attempt to start it, much to his relief. He didn't want Emma being late, today of all days. It took Adam some time to get used to driving in heels. The angle down to the pedals was wrong and as a result he shot out of a turn much faster than he expected and had to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting the car in front. The man in the car behind who had to brake in reaction rolled down his window and shouted out. "Bloody stupid woman! Women should stay off the road." The casual sexism of the man offended Adam, so he stuck up his middle digit so the man behind could see it. He noted when looking in the mirror how the man's face started going red with anger. He really couldn't afford a road rage incident, particularly now due to the enterprise he was engaged in. He was relieved that the man didn't follow him as he pulled right into the NCP car park. Adam as Emma looked around for a little while for a space and then found one that his small escort would fit into in the corner. Who said women can't park, Adam thought as he pulled it into the tight space in one swing. Adam had some trouble however getting out of the car in the tight space. Normally he'd have slipped easily through the small gap for the door, but with added padding in his hips and bum the whole thing became much more difficult. "Looks like you need to lose a few pounds, Emma?" he heard a female voice say from across the car park. Adam struggled to try to identify who the slim redheaded woman was as he managed to squeeze out; realising then that he had left his handbag in the car. He was forced to go around to the passenger door to retrieve it as her name came to him. "Don't we always Myra? It's a never ending battle." Adam needed to jettison Myra, one of Emma's colleagues, before going down to let himself into the bank. She could not see him using his new finger to gain entry. "Listen I'll catch you in a sec at the bank, I've just got to make a quick phone call." Adam pretended to be on Emma's phone until Myra was out of sight and then waited a bit longer to ensure that the door area would be clear before following her down to the bank's rear entrance. Once there he produced the finger from his handbag and pressed it against the fingerprint reader on the door. The light at the top of the reader went red and made a bleeping noise. Damn! Adam decided to try again, this time pressing a bit harder on the false finger. The pad made a slightly different bleeping noise and the light went green. He was in! Adam walked into the back office of the bank his heels clicking on the thinly carpeted concrete floor as he went. There were only eight desks in the back office of the bank and Adam scanned them for Emma's. Eventually he spotted one with loads of little furry trolls placed atop it, and hidden between several of the revolting little creatures was the nameplate Emma Williamson. Adam went over and smoothed his skirt as he sat at her desk and turned on the computer. Now he had the next obstacle to face; getting in to Emma's computer account on the system. He picked up the phone and dialled the IT helpline number that was on the phone. In response to the request from the IT guy on the end of the phone he gave Emma's name and staff number from her badge. "What seems to be the problem Miss Williamson?" The IT guy named Philip, who was speaking with a suspiciously Indian accent, asked. "Oh, I'm afraid I changed my logon password last week and now I can't remember it, so I'm locked out of the system." "Just one moment please. Miss Williamson can you tell me your mother's maiden name?" the Indian IT guy asked. "Yes. It was Clarkwell." Adam replied remembering it from the basic market research data that he had obtained. "Thank you very much Miss Williamson. I am now setting of your password to the word default1. You will be required to reset it on your first login. Do you have any other issues you would like to discuss with me?" "No, thank you, Philip, you've been very helpful." With that the fake Emma Williamson put the phone down, logged into her account and into the full services that the bank offered. Behind him Adam could hear creepy Trevor Cox the bank manager coming into the branch with Paul Belldon, one of the two business advisers. They were discussion the weekend's football and whilst he would normally have been happy to banter with them about it he knew that Emma would not be doing that. Instead he made himself busy checking Emma's email and replying to it as best he could. "Come on, ladies, get going to the counters. I want to open on time," Creepy Cox suddenly said behind Adam. He spotted Julie rolling her eyes at this and tried not to laugh as he got up from his desk. As he got up he felt something brush his back. He couldn't be certain due to all the padding, but he suspected that Emma had just had her bum pinched. Adam busied himself in the morning trying to pick up all the little tasks that came in to his counter. Where he did not know something he had to ask Julie or Myra, using the excuse of her time of the month as to why she was so ditzy at the moment. Adam had no idea if that made women forgetful but it was the first thing that he could come up with on the spot. Later in the morning Adam was starting to feel the need to go to the toilet and he trotted over to where the branch loos where located. He was about to go where no man had gone before. This was not strictly true but he felt that he was encroaching on territory where he did not feel comfortable. However to pull this off he had to make it seem like it was a natural thing for 'Emma' to do. Luckily for his first foray into the ladies toilet, there were no others there to witness it. Adam quickly went to the stall and did his business before washing his hands and checking that his disguise was in good working order. On the way back to the counter Adam slipped on his heel and tumbled to the flimsy carpet tiles. The first on the scene was Creepy Cox, who helped Emma up, touching her breasts as he did so. The man was a letch, but Adam wondered if he would fall for the trap he wanted to set. "Thank you," the fake Emma simpered, ignoring the fact that she had just been felt up by her boss. "It was a pleasure to help," Trevor Cox replied. Adam was sure that Cox had gotten quite a bit of pleasure out of touching her fake breasts. Lunchtime saw the other girls and Emma go out for lunch. The girls were keen to know all about Emma and her friend Kevin. They wanted to know whether she liked him, what his prospects were and whether or not she had kissed him. Adam decided not to lie and had replied that she did like him, she knew that was currently unemployed but was looking for a job, and yes she had kissed him. Adam could say that with a fair amount of truth since it was he who had kissed Kevin whilst pretending to be Emma. Julie, however, changed the subject to the incident that morning. "You should have him up on sexual harassment charges," she began. "I don't see you reporting him," 'Emma' countered. "Well, I need this job. A failed case would see my prospects being nil," Julie answered. "You don't think I need it too? With a potential boyfriend with no job, one of us has to be earning." That hung in the air for a while. Eventually Myra changed the subject again and that line of conversation ended. The remainder of the day became increasingly easier for Adam as he learned the job. He noticed that there was quite a bit of activity with the two business advisors going into regular meetings with Trevor during the day and he decided that he wouldd try and find out what was happening before he left. So on his way out of the bank he popped Emma's head round Mr Cox's office door. "I just popped by to say thanks helping me earlier today," Emma said in a breathy voice. "Think nothing of it," Trevor replied. "I was just wondering if you could give me some career advice,"Adam asked as Emma, whilst trying to look at the paperwork on the manager's desk. "Oh well, simple enough. Make the customers happy; make the bank money and that will make management happy," Trevor Cox replied. Adam decided to go for broke. "Is there anything else that would make you happy that might help with a promotion?" Adam saw Cox's eyebrows raise and calculations starting to process within his brain. "If I think of something, then I'll let you know," Trevor replied, a bit more cagily than expected. Adam, who was busy reading about the gold bullion and banknotes they would be storing temporarily in the safe for the Royal Mint from Friday through to Monday morning, had to quickly get his mind back into gear. "Thank you, Mr Cox," he eventually replied as Emma and ensured that when he walked out of the office he wiggled his bottom suggestively. After all, it would not hurt to add a little extra enticement to the trap. Chapter 8: House Sitting Kevin spent the morning tidying up the kitchen and keeping his eye on the real Emma. It was not a very taxing task and he enjoyed it for the first hour or so. Emma's face was the picture of loveliness to him and though he was tempted to look at her breasts beneath her casual top that she still had on from yesterday, but he was still too much of a gentleman for that. He did however not shirk from staring at them whilst still encased in the top. His thoughts turned to Friday and his meeting with the fake Emma. Adam's fake breasts looked just like the real thing. If he had not known better he would have wanted to massage them and make love to 'her'. Kevin felt a little strange at this point. He was getting the real Emma and the fake Emma mixed up in his mind. He couldn't believe how realistic Adam had looked, and he wondered just how far down that realism went, then quickly dismissed it as something he did not want to know. He had always thought of Adam as a pretty 'straight-up' kind of guy with a funny sense of humour. His impressions of classmates had always amused and created some great fun moments, but he did not know what to think about this latest development. He had bet Adam the money because he really did think this was all some pie in the sky idea that would never come off. The reality of Adam's disguise and what they were doing to Emma was only now hitting him. Was Adam queer? Did Adam fancy him all these years? These were questions that he had never thought of asking before but only now were coming to the surface of his thoughts. Later in the morning Emma woke up again and Kevin realised that sooner or later she would need to use the lavatory and be allowed a drink. He had to pick her up and carry her to the loo, where he had to pull down her tights and panties so that she could go whilst he wasn't looking. It was not an elegant solution, but he could not really stand over her and he also could not untie her so that she could call out through the bathroom window for help. Once she was done he pulled her underwear back up, carried her back and deposited her on the sofa. Kevin felt really bad about having to do this, but he really didn't want her to get free. He let her drink through a straw going through a hole in her gag, but he knew that Emma would have to eat something eventually. Kevin decided to put that decision off by knocking her out again. The wait for Adam to come home was excruciatingly long. He put the TV on for some company but had to keep the sound really low so as the neighbours wouldn't come to investigate the noise in the apartment when Emma was supposed to be at work. His wait was ended at around six o'clock when he heard the keys turn in the lock of the apartment. "You're home at last," he said uselessly as the fake Emma came back into the apartment. The fake Emma sighed as she came through the door and kicked off her heels. "Believe it or not I had work all day," she replied to him. Kevin still could not believe that it was his friend under all that latex mimicking Emma almost perfectly. His manhood certainly seemed to think that she was the real thing and Kevin turned slightly so that the fake Emma would not get a look at his bulging trousers. "It's not been a picnic here either," Kevin replied. He looked over on the sofa at the sleeping form of the real Emma and then back at her twin. "We need to feed her when she wakes and she'll probably need to go to the loo again. I take it that everything went well?" "I had a few difficulties but nothing I couldn't ultimately handle. There may be a great opportunity on Friday to get even more than we expected. All I need to do is persuade that letch Trevor Cox that Emma's charms are worth it." The fake Emma told him. Kevin started to put two and two together. "You're not going to...?" He started. "I need to convince him that Emma would do it, but only if it was in a risky place like the vault. Then I just need to knock him out and avoid having to have him all over me. Then I'll open the back door and let you in and we can haul the gold out to the car and take it to our hide out," the fake Emma who was really Adam said. Kevin was relieved that his friend had said that, but he still worried that he would need to kiss that horrid man. He could not imagine just how horrible it would be to kiss another man. Would he do it for a million pounds though? That was a question he never thought that he would ask himself before all this. For a million pounds maybe he would, provided there were no tongues involved. That though would be really, really horrible. He was not sure that he could do tonsil hockey with a man even for a million pounds. Kevin started to get really weirded out about where this was all going and he decided that he needed to concentrate on something else. "Sounds like a plan, but what if he doesn't go for it?" he asked. "Oh I think he won't be too hard to hook provided I keep getting things right. That Trevor Cox is a complete sex maniac," Emma replied as she sat down on one of the armchairs. "Let me take the weight off my feet for a bit. Heels may look fantastic on women but they kill your feet if you wear them all day." "Err, whatever you say mate," Kevin had heard tales of killer heels but he had never really thought about it. There were too many things that he had never thought about until they had come up with this idea and he was not terribly comfortable with them. Just then the real Emma began to stir. "We ought to feed her when she awakens," Kevin added. "I suppose," Emma replied. "Have you got anything prepared?" Kevin had never been a very good cook and he had just shoved a pizza into the oven. That reminded him, he needed to get it out before it burnt. Kevin leapt up and headed into the kitchen and fished the pizza out of the oven before cutting it up with a knife. From the kitchen he could see the real Emma coming round and the fake Emma bending over her. It was uncanny the two of them looked so alike. Kevin quickly put on his balaclava over his face so that Emma would not recognise him again before taking the pizza into the living room. "We're going to feed you now, Emma, the fake Emma told her. "Don't even think about shouting out else you'll get knocked out and go hungry. I'm going to remove your gag slowly." With that Kevin watched as the fake Emma carefully removed the gag from the real one. "Who are you?" The real Emma asked calmly. "I'm Emma Williamson, of course," the fake Emma said in a perfect imitation of her voice. "Now you should eat." "You're not me, but you look and sound just like me. It's just like I have a twin. What do you want of me?" she demanded before being force fed a slice of pizza. "We'll be gone by Friday," the fake Emma said. "You don't need to know any more details. Probably better for you if you don't." Kevin watched as Emma chewed the pizza and finally swallowed it. Even in that most mundane of things he could see the beauty in her face as the fake Emma fed her more pizza. "Eat up quickly," the fake Emma continued, "I don't want to leave the gag off any longer than we have to." Kevin kept silent as he really did not want Emma to recognise his voice. The fake Emma continued to shove pizza in the mouth of the real Emma, stopping her from talking any further. After three slices, however, the fake Emma picked up the gag and fixed it back on Emma's mouth. "Right, now we're going to go to the toilet, just us girls," The fake Emma told the real one before dragging her to her feet. Kevin was not sure he wanted to watch this, particularly as he had a thing for Emma. They disappeared in the bathroom and Kevin took a slice of the pizza and after lifting his balaclava slightly, started munching it. Kevin really did not want to think about the noises from the bathroom so he put the TV on. The news was on and was reporting on the latest inflation figures. Kevin got the rag dosed up with Chloroform again in anticipation of the need to knock Emma out again. The report ended and the two Emmas came out of the bathroom, one leading the other ahead of her. Kevin could see that the real Emma had a hint of steel in her eyes and secretly he was proud of her trying to keep up her sense of defiance despite what they were doing to her. Once she settled down on the couch again Kevin put the Chloroform rag over her nose and mouth again and she soon slumped down, fast asleep. "I'm glad she thinks I'm a girl still." Kevin looked up as the fake Emma addressed him. "That would have been a lot more awkward if she'd known the truth." Kevin did not want to know what had gone on in the bathroom. It had been bad enough when he had had to take Emma to the toilet earlier. The sooner this was all over the better. "Yeah, that's the truth. Are you going to sort out everything for Friday tomorrow morning?" Kevin demanded. "I don't think I can take too much more of this, my nerves are really getting strained." "Yeah, don't worry," The fake Emma replied. "Tomorrow I'll finish baiting the trap for Creepy Cox. I need to chill out for a bit. It's hard work being someone else most of the waking hours." She then sprawled herself out on the other chair in a most unladylike fashion with her legs apart. Kevin had to concentrate hard on the television to ensure his eyes were not straying to the fake Emma's panties that were clearly visible beneath her work skirt. Chapter 9: Baiting the Trap Adam went through the morning routine again that he had done on the previous day to get ready for 'Emma' going to work. It took considerably longer than he was used to as a man and he was glad that he wouldn't need to do this for longer than a week. He had put on a pair of pretty pink and white panties and a matching bra ready for his first encounter with Creepy Cox later in the day and then followed it up with a pair of hold up stockings under his grey tweed suit skirt and jacket. Both the real Emma and Kevin were still asleep by the time he was ready to leave for the day, and he decided that it was best not to disturb his friend at this time. His reasoning was a little selfish, since Adam was feeling uncomfortable looking like the girl that his friend was in love with. It was fun at first to tease Kevin at the park, but during their time watching TV last night Adam could tell how confused and uncomfortable his friend was becoming. In the end Adam had declared he was tired and needed an early night for work the next morning, but that had been a lie. Adam had searched Emma's room last night for something that he expected that she had hidden in a drawer somewhere. He found it at the bottom of her underwear drawer with her diary. He had not been able to resist taking out the vibrator and trying it for size in his fake vagina whilst reading the diary. The vibrating sensation on his penis buried within his fake pussy was a really odd experience and he had given up using the toy soon afterwards. It was when he had read through her diary last night, which had made Adam start to think about everything. Just last week Emma had written about her lunch with Kevin. She had recorded her thoughts and feelings about Kevin and Adam had had to admit that they were more than a little naughty. However, that was in itself a problem in that he knew that he needed to preserve that through everything that was going on with the bank job. His mere presence dressed as Emma was creating a confusion within his friend. So this morning, Adam had chosen not to wake Kevin. Adam walked out of the door, his heels clicking on the stone corridor outside the flat. He hurried along down to Emma's car and checked himself in the mirror to ensure that he had put Emma's make-up on correctly. By the time he had arrived at the office Adam had already been given the finger by at least two sexist pigs on the road. Adam decided that he would never be so rude to women drivers when he was back to being a man. The fake finger worked first time today and the fake Emma strode into the Office to find that Myra and Julie were already in and making a morning cup of coffee. 'Emma' went over to join them, picking her mug out from the sink. It was then that 'Emma' realised that 'she' had not washed her cup up from the day before and that she would need to do that. The coffee from the previous day had congealed at the bottom of the cup and it was going to take quite a bit if scrubbing with the sad looking brush. "You should've cleaned it before you left last night," Julie told her in that know-it-all way. "Yeah, but don't bug me about it, Julie," 'Emma' replied as she started to clean out her mug, "I've already had two sexist pigs giving me the finger this morning." Julie's heady perfume mingled with her own and assaulted her nostrils. Normally Adam would have been turned on by such a smell, but not today. "Speaking of sexist pigs, I spy with my little eye one coming over right now." Julie was facing away from the coffee area and could see things that 'Emma' could not. Adam was tempted to turn and look but the words were enough of a clue to tell him that Creepy Cox was approaching. "Hello my little cherubs," he said. "A nice cup of tea wouldn't go amiss." "Yes, but I've already made mine so you don't need to bother," Julie responded cheekily. "I'll make you a cup." 'Emma' replied meekly. "That's my girl!" Creepy Cox said as he rewarded her with a pat on the arse. 'Emma' just got on and started making the tea, ignoring the look that Julie was giving her. Adam knew that Emma must seem to Julie to be losing her senses. 'Emma' finished making the tea and handed it to Creepy Cox. "There you go, Mr Cox." 'Emma' simpered. Adam hoped that he was not laying it on too thick. Cox took the mug and smiled at her in that sickly way that would make any right thinking adult want to go for the sick bag. 'Emma', however, just gave a winsome smile back. "Are you losing your marbles?" Julie asked when Cox had taken his tea away to his office. "I don't think so. I'm going to get that promotion if it kills me." Adam as 'Emma' replied. "The way you're going, it's not death you should be worried about," Julie said critically. "It's getting Cox's tongue down your throat." "I know what I'm doing." It was true Adam knew exactly what he was doing and that was trying to entrap Trevor Cox. "Good, cos I won't support you on a sexual harassment charge after that little display," Julie told 'Emma'. *** Much later that morning Adam decided that he needed to make another move on Trevor Cox. He could tell that Creepy Cox was interested in Emma, but it was moving that interest into a desire strong enough that he would do something risky that Adam needed. Adam was quite sure that having sex in the bank vault would not be on the list of things that employees were supposed to engage in and Trevor Cox would have been very aware of that. Equally though, Trevor Cox was a horny man whom Adam hoped could be persuaded to throw the rulebook out of the window. By now Adam was getting used to the systems in the bank, and his excuse of Emma's ditziness had so far carried his through most of the problems he had encountered. Adam had had a very large transaction earlier in the morning that required approval from a more senior member of staff to approve before 'Emma' could procede. This was Adam's chance to talk with Trevor Cox again. He approached Creepy Cox's door and knocked loudly on it. "Enter," Trevor Cox announced and Adam headed in perched on his high heels. He'd put a special pair of flowery silk panties and bra on that morning and the rub of the silk over his stocking tops was quite erotic. Only the fear of getting caught was keeping Adam's penis down. "I've got a transaction of ?1,000 that needs approval, Mr Cox," Emma announced as she sat in the chair on the other side of Trevor Cox. Adam deliberately did not act carefully to prevent his tight business skirt riding up a little bit so 'Emma's' stocking tops were clearly visible to Creepy Cox. If it were to go any higher then he might get a glimpse of her pink and white panties underneath. "Certainly, pass it over," Cox replied. Emma bent down to recover the cheque from her handbag on the floor, instantly giving Creepy Cox a bird's eye view down her top to her cleavage held in place by her matching bra. 'Emma' handed over the cheque and waited for Creepy Cox to initial it. "Perhaps," Trevor Cox began, "we could discuss your promotion prospects over lunch?" Adam knew that his quarry was definitely interested in 'Emma' but he did not want to make it seem that she was being too easy. "Oh, well I was due to go to lunch with the girls," Emma returned. "If you're looking for a promotion then you're going to have to make some sacrifices," Trevor Cox countered. "Yes, I realise that. I suppose that I could put off lunch with the girls until tomorrow. Did you have anywhere in mind?" Emma asked. Creepy Cox's choice of restaurant would really show his intentions. "I thought we might go to Giuseppe's Trattoria," Cox replied. "As it's a business meeting to discuss your career, I'll put it on expenses." Bingo! That was the most expensive restaurant in the area. "I look forward to it, Mr Cox," Emma gushed as she took the cheque and stood up ready to go. Adam knew that he had him on the hook, but now he would have to use Emma's charms to reel the man in. "Meet me at the exit at twelve thirty, then," Cox said as he pretended to get back to work. Adam noticed Trevor Cox's eyes rise slightly as Emma turned away. No doubt he was looking at Emma's perfect curvy bottom as she left. Adam put an extra little wiggle in his step to ensure that Cox got a nice view of it. Adam had informed Julie and Myra later that morning about Emma's change of plans for lunch. She got several more comments from Julie about her betrayal of womankind to the leech that was Trevor Cox, but Adam had just ignored it. Adam had Emma's handbag over his shoulder as he stood at the entrance kicking his heels waiting for Creepy Cox. He was late, and 'Emma' could feel the air conditioning unit blowing on her stockings. In the summer that might have been pleasant and Adam could have pretended to be Marylyn Monroe with the air blowing up his skirt, but for now it was just uncomfortable so he shifted a bit to the right. "Sorry I'm late," Creepy Cox apologised as he took her arm. Adam had never thought of himself as arm candy before, but for now he did not complain and Trevor led 'Emma' out to his MG sports car in the car park. In the car they made small talk and just after he changed gear Trevor brushed 'Emma's' stockings gently. The man was a real letch. Maybe he did not think that 'Emma' noticed or maybe he wanted her to notice. As they entered the restaurant he put his hand of her bum to guide her through the door. Adam was starting to get the impression that the hook was definitely there, but he would have to guide it the right way. Adam ordered a pasta salad as it was the sort of thing that Emma would probably order in an effort to keep her weight down. On top of that Adam did not really want to put any weight on, lest his suit stretch or no longer fit him. Trevor Cox ordered the barbecue ribs. "So, you're very keen to get on in the bank, then?" Cox asked. "Oh, yes indeed, Sir," Adam replied as Emma. "I don't see myself being on the counter forever and I'd like to get on sooner rather than later." "There's only room for one fast track candidate in this branch. I'd need a girl like you to be dedicated to the task," Trevor Cox said ambiguously. "I can be quite focussed when I need to be, Sir," 'Emma' replied. "Good. Well, do you fancy doing a little extra work after hours then?" Trevor asked 'her'. "What would that work consist of?" 'Emma' asked. "I'm not sure yet, but I'm sure we can think of something if you're up for it?" Creepy Cox replied in such a manner to not give himself away. "I'm interested if it will advance my career," The fake Emma answered. Adam did not want her to seem too accommodating as he wanted to get access to the vault. The water he had been sipping all meal was starting to go through him. "I need to visit the ladies. I'll be back in a second." Adam delicately took the napkin from his lap and folded in beside his plate. His clear manicured nails showed up in stark contrast to the red napkin. Adam turned on his heels and accentuated the natural swing of his hips as he went to try and encourage Trevor Cox to make his intentions plainer. It did not hurt to do a bit of advertising of the goods. Once in the little ladies' cubicle Adam pulled down his knickers and hitched up his skirt before sitting down on the loo. Adam was still not used to having to sit down on the toilet. It was so much more of a performance than getting his cock out to have a quick pee. There was currently no sign of Adam's cock in his disguise and for now that was the way he wanted it to stay. If he was to pull this off then he needed Trevor Cox to think of him as a complete woman in all ways. Not just any woman, though, but a woman that Trevor would want to fuck. Adam got up and wiped before pulling up his sexy pink and white panties. He then washed his hands and checked his disguise in the mirror, ensuring that his long blond hair was flowing nicely down either side of his face. As an extra enticement to Creepy Cox, Adam decided to undo a couple of buttons of his blouse which revealed a nice bit of cleavage. The fake silicone breasts beneath the layers of latex that Adam had applied on top were shaped in a very pleasing way to match those of the real Emma. Adam knew that if he were being trapped in this way he would have fallen straight in for it. Back at the table, Adam settled himself down and he immediately noted that Trevor could not keep his eyes from Emma's now visible cleavage. Adam smiled inwardly but made sure that it did not show on his false face. "So," Creepy Cox liked his lips - whether it was the barbecue sauce or Emma's newly displayed cleavage, Adam was not sure. "Have you thought any more about the fast track extra work?" Adam took a bite out of his mayonnaise-drenched salad before replying in Emma's voice. "Yes. What exactly would there extra duties entail?" There he was bringing the subject to a head. Creepy Cox had avoided the question once, but Adam was sure that he could not avoid it twice. Trevor Cox looked back at the fake Emma and Adam instantly knew that the moment had come. "I was thinking you could work under me. You know you're very beautiful, Emma - a girl like you could progress much faster if you used that to your advantage." "How far do you think I could go?" Emma asked innocent sounding, though Adam knew the double meaning. "All the way, I hope." Creepy Cox replied. "If you're saying what I think you're saying, then I think you should know that I only go all the way if there's some sense of excitement in the journey," Emma told him firmly. "I'm not sure I understand," Cox replied, a frown on his face showing that he really did not get her meaning. "I only enjoy it in exciting places," Emma replied candidly. "Somewhere like the bank vault would be such a turn on. Doing it in amongst all that money would be so hot." In response Trevor Cox liked his lips again either in anticipation or nervousness, Adam didn't know which. "That would be against all the bank regulations. How about somewhere else like the park?" Trevor Cox countered. There wass no way that Emma would go with dogging in the park! Besides, it would ruin the plan. Adam had to think quickly. "There are tons of people who go dogging. It's almost a sport in some places. No, I want the excitement of somewhere it's prohibited, but if you're not going to take me seriously then I'm not sure what I'm doing here," Emma replied. Adam tried to make it sound that Emma was really disappointed as well as a little angry. Trevor Cox took a deep breath and licked his lips a third time. It looked like he was calculating something in his mind before he replied. "There might be a short window of opportunity on Friday after the special delivery. The Bank will be expecting the alarms to be off during that time, and they won't know if the delivery seems to take a little longer than it really does. Will you wear something special?" He had obviously decided that his dick had priority over his brain. "Of course I will," Emma replied. "A girl always likes to look her best for her first date." Inside the suit Adam was doing cartwheels in his head celebrating the completion of this part of the plan. "Well, I'll look forward to it immensely," Creepy Cox smiled with his oily grin. "I can see you going very far in this company, young lady." Chapter 10: Getting that Friday Feeling "You're sure you understand the signal?" The fake Emma asked Kevin. The real Emma was not yet back under the influence of chloroform but they had to get the plan confirmed before 'Emma' departed for work. The real Emma had been under so much that they felt that they had to give her a bit of a break from the drug. However, that meant that she would hear them discuss plans, which was not ideal. "We've already been through this several times," Kevin responded in a deep voice he was using to try and throw Emma off the scent that it was him. "You use the laser pen to signal me in the car, keeping the door open. We'll go back in together with the sacks and get the money and then head off in the car." "Alright, sounds like you have it. I just don't want anything to go wrong." The fake Emma replied. Adam was nervous. It was not just the robbery itself that was giving him a tingling sensation in his stomach; it was the fact that he was going to have to have sex with a man and appear to enjoy it. Adam had actually only had sex in his life once with a woman. Amy Bridger had been a month over sixteen and he had just turned seventeen. They had not been able to go to either her house or his, so they had gone to one of the new lockable public toilets in the high street and locked themselves in. There they had spent fifteen minutes of illicit passion and he had gotten his first real view of a lady's private parts during the foreplay. He had also discovered that he found her much sexier in her clothes than fully naked. Did that mean that he preferred women's clothing to what was underneath? It was a disturbing thought for Adam. Adam had gone shopping for sexy underwear on his way home from work the previous day to fulfil his obligation to Creepy Cox. These were the clothes he would be leaving with and he did not want to end up stealing Emma's clothes. He had perhaps lingered a little too long in the lingerie department, as Kevin had ticked him off for being so late back. He was now wearing the sexy lingerie underneath his practical grey dress and olive green belt. Adam was imagining the underwear that he was wearing in his mind and the mere thought of it was making his dick go hard. This was starting to make walking in his heels much harder and he found that he was consequently swinging his hips wider. This in turn this was turning him on even more. Adam tried to turn his thoughts on what he was going to be doing later in the bank vault and this in turn stopped his erotic thoughts. Things were going to get serious later. Emma's large oversized bag held a casual sexy dress that he was going to use to seduce Trevor Cox. He had barely made love to a woman once and now he was going to have to make love to a man. *** Adam had come to the conclusion that the only way he was going to be able to overpower Trevor Cox was if he was weakened first. There was always the chloroform option, but he was significantly smaller and less muscled than Trevor Cox. There was a high probability of it going wrong that way. The post-sexual glow and recovery would make Trevor Cox a much more viable target, one who hopefully would be recovering and glowing in his own sexual prowess. It would be much easier to knock him out in those circumstances, though the plan held risks of its own. Adam had only had sex as a man once and that had been a brief experience. Having sex as a woman would be even more challenging, but Adam thought he could pull it off. He had spent several hours in the last week watching porn films on the internet. Whilst he knew that porn films were a fantasy, Adam hoped that he could use enough of it to make it a convincing performance. The day in the office passed very slowly. Julie continued to press Emma in their breaks about what she thought she was doing and Adam had continued to try and fend off her probing, but it was really becoming tiresome. It seemed to Adam that Julie saw herself as Emma's moral guardian and that no matter how hard he tried to deflect her, she just saw it as proof that she needed to intervene to save her friend from heartache and a big mistake. It was shortly after one of these conversations with Julie at the coffee point that it happened. Clearly it was either the karma of being Emma the klutz or it was Adam not being as used to being in heels as he thought he was. He had just gone to the filing cabinets at the back of the counter when he twisted on his heel and fell. Unlike his first day as Emma when he'd done no permanent damage, this time Adam had fallen and caught his side on a jagged piece of metal. There was clearly blood coming from the rip in his dress, but what worried Adam more than the blood was the small rip in the latex suit that revealed the red corset that he had on beneath the suit. Adam did not have any latex to perform a repair on his suit and Myra was coming over to help her friend. He needed to do something quickly less Myra find that 'Emma' had a hidden secret. "It's alright, I'm OK, honestly," the fake Emma told Myra. "Could you fetch me a plaster from the first aid kit please?" Adam was relieved to see Myra comply and whilst he waited he held his hand over the wound to cover up the split in his suit. The customer that 'Emma' was serving at the counter was looking anxiously over the counter through the plexi-glass window. Julie left her counter to hover over Adam. "Don't worry Julie I'm fine," 'Emma' lied. "No, you're not; you've been highly strung all week. You need sorting out but there isn't time now," Julie told 'Emma' firmly just as Myra came back with the first aid kit. Adam took the plaster from her. "Could you apologise to Mrs Allinson? I'll just go and patch myself up, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." Holding the plaster in one hand and with his other hand over the wound, Adam got back up on his heels and headed into the ladies loo. He took his manicured hand away and inspected the damage. The wound was still bleeding a little and he used a paper towel to wash it down. Then he tried to open the plaster with his feminine hands and cursed as he tried and failed to prise it open with his nails. Adam tried to calm himself down and he concentrated on trying to prise the corner piece from the backing. After two or three attempts he succeeded, and he quickly used one hand to pinch the cut in the suit closed and applied the plaster over the top of it. Fortunately, the plaster was big enough to cover the cut and keep it held together. Provided he wasn't too energetic later, Adam hoped it would hold. Adam headed out of the ladies back to 'Emma's' customer Mrs Allinson. On the way he passed the scene of his fall, a small patch of his blood now adorning the carpet. The cleaners could try and deal with that later. As long as the suit was still mostly intact and would not give him away Adam was not worried. Friday lunchtime began at two PM for Emma and the other girls as they had to stay around for the lunchtime rush. The girls went on their usual outing to the local Italian bistro round the corner, Caf? Allegro. Myra walked in between the two blondes, sensing that there was an atmosphere between her other friends. She tried to make light conversation as they went, and Adam was happy to just go along with it. When they got to the cafe, though, the voluptuous figure of Julie was seated opposite Adam. "Come on then, what's up with you recently, Emma?" Julie started. "Nothing, I'm just trying to get on" 'Emma' replied. "And there was me thinking that you really liked this Kevin guy we saw last week!" Julie pressed. Adam knew that he was not going to get off lightly here. "I do like him,"'Emma' replied, "but I can't just pin my hopes on an unemployed man. I've got to get on with my own career, Julie. No one else is going to do it for me." "This isn't the way to go about it," Julie returned. "There's no easy way to lots of money and wealth.". Adam begged to differ with her, but he knew that 'Emma' needed an argument that was not based stealing money from the bank. "You have to do what you need to do to get on in life," he countered eventually. "So, everyone decided what they want yet?" Myra interrupted to change the subject. Julie gave her the look that said she did not want the pretty redhead interfering. "I have. Emma, you'll have to decide if what you're doing to get it is worth it. There are countless women who've put themselves through such a nightmare and regretted it. I never thought you'd fall victim to that trap too. I mean, it's Creepy Cox we're talking about here, after all." Julie lectured Emma. "I know what I'm doing Julie, but I don't want to fall out with you over this." Adam did not want to ruin the real Emma's friendship with Julie over his scheme but he also needed to get her off his back about it. "I'll tell you what, I'll reconsider it over the weekend." By then of course the deed would be done, and Adam and Kevin would be basking in their newfound wealth. "Alright Emma, I'll give up for now, but I'll be disappointed if you don't come to your senses by Monday. Let's order and talk about something else," Julie finally conceded. Adam was relieved that he did not get Emma into any more of a dispute with her friend and settled down to eat another salad. Adam hung around late that Friday night as the other workers all left one by one. He made sure that 'Emma' was busy totting up the daily figures when the full figured Julie came to remind 'Emma' about the party at Reggie's house tomorrow night. Adam told her that of course 'she' had remembered and that 'she' would see her friend there. In reality though, Adam doubted that Emma would be able to make it after what he had planned. Once the back office was clear of all the other staff, Creepy Cox slunk out of his office and came over to where Emma was working. "They'll be making the delivery soon. You'd better be out of sight when they do. I'm really looking forward to this, any chance of a quick sample up front?" he asked. Adam got up onto his heels to give Trevor Cox a quick peck on his cheek. Creepy Cox was having none of that though and he reached around her with both arms and drew the fake Emma in close. His groping hands found her peachy behind and started to massage it as he bent in close and kissed the person he thought was Emma, inserting his tongue into Adam's mouth and scraping it around his teeth. It was the first time he had been kissed by a man, and he reflected as long as he pretended it was a woman and closed his eyes it was not too bad. There was a knocking sound at the back door that put a premature end to Trevor Cox's lingering kiss. "Damn, they're early," Creepy Cox said. "You'd better scoot, toots. They're only expecting me to be here. I'll give you a shout when they're finished." Adam picked up Emma's large bag and as he turned on his heels to go to the ladies he felt a distinctive pat on his behind. If he were really a woman, Adam would have probably walked out on the sexist pig then - although if he were really a woman, he would probably have taken Julie's advice and left Trevor Cox well alone. Adam put Emma's oversized bag on the sink top and began to unzip the back of his work dress, easing it down Emma's curves and onto the floor. He then stepped over it and picked admired his fake curves in the bathroom mirror before removing his tights. Adam needed to ensure that his vagina would seem moist and lubricated to Creepy Cox when he entered it, so he fished into Emma's bag for the bottle of lubricant he had packed that morning. Adam pulled his panties down a little, took the bottle and fitted the nozzle on it in his fake hole. He then squeezed until the lubricant came out and filled his hole before pulling his panties back up. Everything would have been perfect had he not ripped his left hand side and had to patch it with the plaster. Without the work dress, Adam had a wonderful view of the sexy white patterned bra and panties that he had spent so long shopping for the day before. His two fake breasts were nicely pooping out of the top of the bra. Adam fished into Emma's bag and pulled out a white basque, leaving a pair of hold-ups at the bottom. If there was one thing that Adam had learned from the porn videos, it was that men liked to slip off the sexy clothes of a woman to get to the goods: the more clothes they had to remove, the more anticipation of the sexual pleasure to come. He pulled out the pair of stockings, and carefully rolled one up each leg. Finally, Adam pulled a sexy black and white dress from Emma's bag and stepped into it before doing the zip up at the back. He added a pendant, and then spritzed some of Emma's perfume on his neck and between his fake breasts. The smell of the perfume would hopefully ensure that Creepy Cox did not smell the latex that was covering his body. Adam admired himself in the mirror and did a little twirl. "They've gone. Are you ready yet?" Creepy Cox demanded from the other side of the ladies. "Yes honey, I'm just coming." Adam replied. It was now or never as he stepped from the safety of the ladies' toilets into the lion's den. "I can't wait to rip that dress off you," Creepy Cox said in a somewhat less than romantic way. "Show me the money and I'm all yours." Adam allowed Trevor to lead him by the arm towards the bank vault. Adam could feel the excitement tingling inside as he entered through the huge door of the vault, getting his first look at the piles of money within. Stacked into the centre of the room was a pile of gold bullion. Adam noted that Trevor had already put a number of pillows and a duvet on the floor of the vault, ready for the action to come. "Honey, now you're getting me going." Adam said as Emma. "Let me get you out of those," Trevor responded greedily. With that he unzipped the dress and pulled it down quickly, and then he yanked the basque over Adam's head. Next he reached around and unclipped Adam's bra and pulled down his sexy panties. In all it had taken less than a minute to get the fake Emma out of her clothes, leaving Adam nearly naked except his stockings. His fake tits and pussy were now on full display to Creepy Cox. Adam observed that Trevor now had a tent pole in his pants. He started to pull the zip down on his trousers. So much for foreplay, Adam thought. "Fair's fair now, my sexy lover. You undressed me, now it's my turn to unveil my present," Adam decided that talking dirty and taking some the initiative would stop Trevor from inspecting the goods too closely. The latex suit was good but not without its imperfections. Adam moved in closer and loosened the knot on Trevor's tie before sliding it off. Adam would have preferred to tighten it and strangle the creep, but he was not a murderer. Then he fumbled with Creepy Cox's buttons on his shirt, his body seemed unusually smooth below. The long manicured nails were not good for close work like this and eventually Trevor Cox showed his frustration and took over the job. Whilst he was distracted with the shirt Adam moved down and started to undo Trevor's belt and unhook the catch. As he did so he noted a distinct stiffening of Trevor's cock within his pants. Adam realised he would need to get Creepy Cox's shoes off before he could get his trousers off so he was forced down on his knees, at eye level with the man's dick, to be able to remove them and also his socks. As Trevor Cox wriggled his trousers naturally fell down. Now that he had finished with his shirt, Trevor pulled down his underpants to free his massive cock from his pants. Adam hoped and prayed he would not need to put that monster in his mouth before all this was over. He had seen other guys' cocks in the shower room and he remembered them being much smaller than that. Now that he was close up to Trevor Cox's monster he wondered if his fake hole would be large enough to accommodate him. Real women's vaginas could stretch, he knew, but the tube inside his suit was not built that way. Adam moved in to kiss the man that was about to make love to him, but Trevor Cox went lower and started to suck on Adam's permanently hard nipples on his fake breasts. Adam hoped that Trevor would taste the perfume and not the latex underneath it as he remembered to moan in pleasure at the sucking. They would be sensitive on a real woman, but the silicone fakes underneath the latex gave him no such pleasure. "Oh, you horny devil, you," Adam purred as Emma. "Get on your back, love; I need to fuck you badly," Trevor Cox continued his less than smooth love talk. "My cock's aching to enter you. It's been hard nearly constantly all day watching you wiggle your arse around the office you little tease." With that he pushed 'Emma' onto a purple duvet and Adam fell onto his back. Trevor Cox went onto his knees and pushed 'Emma's' legs apart before thrusting his throbbing member into her pussy. Adam could feel it enter and slide in next to his own penis. It was a weird feeling having another man's cock thrusting next to his own, and he could feel Trevor's hips pounding against his padded butt. Adam dutifully made a face he hoped looked like Emma was in ecstasy and started to moan softly as Trevor pounded away into his fake pussy. "Oh, baby... you're so hot and wet," Trevor said out loud. Adam felt he had to give Trevor some encouragement so he replied. "Do me harder, big boy," The fake Emma encouraged and Trevor stepped up his thrusts into 'her'. He reached down and started to grope 'Emma's' breasts as he continued to thrust. Adam knew that Emma should be really enjoying this and so he stepped up his sex squeals and pants. "Oh yes, that's the spot," he gushed as Emma between pants. "Oh God, I'm coming," Trevor yelled suddenly and Adam could tell that his thrusts now had more meaning to them. Nice to know he was a gentleman and wanted his lady to come first. Adam had not even got to his impression of Emma's orgasm yet as Trevor finished and withdrew his dick. Trevor Cox's dick was spent, but his strength was not as he rolled Emma onto her side and moved in behind 'her' to kiss her neck. "That was incredible." He said as he kissed her again. "You've got such a sweet little cunt and a great rack." Adam was worried but he tried his best not to let it show. How much stamina did Trevor Cox have? Inside he felt dead to Trevor Cox's touch, but he could not let it show, and now it looked like he wouldd have to give the Creep seconds. "That was exciting, all amongst the money. Can we do it again?" Adam said, staying in character. "Sure, baby," Trevor replied. "Give your stud muffin a minute or two to recover." He was such an arsehole Adam thought. As they lay there and Trevor simpered his oily comments in Adam's ear and Adam could feel Trevor's cock slowly beginning to rise on the inside of his legs. Adam knew that soon it would be time to perform again. The sooner he could get this over with the better. "Ooh, I can feel your little friend coming to life again," 'Emma' cooed. "I wanna take you from behind, love," Trevor told her. It was not so much a request as an order as he pushed the fake Emma onto her feet and went round behind 'her'. Adam was happy that he didon't need to look at Creepy Cox whilst he was being fucked this time. "Ohh, you're just as big as before," Emma moaned. Adam could not really feel it inside him, but he could feel the pounding that his fake padded butt was taking. "Yeah baby, I'm smoking!" Trevor Cox crowed. He really was a piece of work Adam thought. Adam began to moan again in seeming pleasure, though in reality he was just praying that this time he would actually wear out the creep who was pounding his fake pussy from behind. Adam really did not want to have to pleasure Creepy Cox a third time if he could help it. "Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah," Adam panted. This time he was going to ensure that 'Emma' would manage to come first. It was only fair after all that 'Emma' got her rocks off, even if it was all a fake. Adam stepped up the panting and started to pretend to experience an orgasm based on his experience with the porn videos. In reality he was scarred and concentrating on the act. His own penis was flaccid and buried within his latex genital region. Adam finished his orgasm and realised that Trevor was still pumping away at his rear. His thrusts were getting less powerful now though, and Adam suspected that Trevor Cox was starting to get tired. This was good news. "Come on big boy, do me harder," Adam said as sexily as he could in Emma's voice. Adam got feel Trevor start to pound him harder again. He needed to get Trevor fully hardened up so he would come into Emma's fake pussy. "I'm going to suck you dry after you, big boy." Adam continued the encouragement and the pounding continued. A real woman might be enjoying this, but Adam was not. Finally he could feel the surge starting in the creep and Trevor started to grunt as he came in Adam's pussy. Once he was finished, Trevor Cox lay back on the duvet, utterly spent. Adam was still feeling fine; he had hardly done any of the exercise in this session. He got up and moved slightly to the middle on the room, picked up a gold bar and then hit Trevor on the head with it. Unable to put up any resistance, Trevor Cox went out like a light. "There you go, arsehole - now it's your turn to be fucked!" Adam said as Emma. He decided to quickly get himself dressed before heading to the back door with the laser pen. It took a few minutes before Kevin showed up at the door. He was wearing the balaclava, gloves and dark clothing. He could not have looked any more like a burglar if he tried. "I was beginning to think that it had all gone wrong," Kevin said. "You're twenty minutes over the agreed time." "Don't ask," Adam replied. "Pass me one of the sacks. We need to load up and get out of here as soon as possible." Adam and Kevin headed quickly into the vault. Kevin immediately eyed up the gold. "Leave it," 'Emma' told him. "It's too heavy and it is all stamped. They'd trace it in a second and we'd never be able to get rid of it." Adam had decided he would stay in character right until he removed the disguise. Kevin was disappointed that they were not going to take any of the gold, but obediently he began filling up one of the sacks that he had brought with him. Adam did the same but spotted Kevin looking at the still naked Trevor Cox, the duvets and pillows on the floor out of the corner of his eye. The distinctive musky smell of sex was still in the air in the largely enclosed vault and Adam guessed that his friend had guessed what had happened. "You didn't, did you?" he asked. "I said I don't want to talk about it," Adam replied as he continued stuffing his sack with money. "I don't know how you could," Kevin pressed. "I was just thinking about all this money we were going to get. Is your sack full yet?" Adam tried change the subject. The small sacks they had were soon getting filled as the money from the vault seemed to take up more room in the bags that they had brought that Adam would have given credit for. "That man's isn't, by the smell of it." Kevin replied. Adam could feel some of Trevor's semen leaking out of his false vagina onto his panties. He knew where the smell was coming from. "Yes, I'm done. Let's get out of here." The pair exited the bank through the rear door and crossed over to where Kevin's car was in the car park opposite. After dumping the money in the boot they got into the car and headed to the car park exit in silence. Only once they were safely a few miles away did Kevin say something. "We did it, dude! We got away with all that dosh, and no one knows that it was us!" "Yes Kevin, we certainly did. When we get to the hideout we can have a proper celebration. Would you like that?" Adam purred in a sultry way using Emma's voice, t