My Stockholm Girl

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I didn?t? I wasn?t? How did I get myself into these situations? I peeked through the blinds at the scene outside the office. At least three police cars were now parked outside with their doors open like shields, armed police arrayed around them. Actually armed, like, with guns! I?d never even seen a real gun before today. ?Release the girl and come out with your hands on your head,? came the instruction from the loud speaker. I raked my hand through my hair, which was getting long now since I?d had no chance to get it cut in months. Then I looked over at the woman curled up in the corner of the room. This was like that time, many years ago, when my mum walked in on me stealing her underwear. It was not what it looked like. Okay, fair enough I was stealing the underwear, but only because I had to! It wasn?t like I was going to do anything with them. My brother had threatened to tell this girl at school I liked her and? I shook my head. Underwear was not important right now. The point was she looked at me like I was the worst kind of pervert; if I?d been stealing anything else it wouldn?t have been so bad. So, okay, I was stealing from the insurance company vault. But the girl in the corner was a complication. She was the difference between stealing underwear and something less incriminating. Now I wasn?t just a desperate thief, I was a hostage taker. She sobbed and my chest tightened. The building was supposed to be empty; it was Sunday afternoon for crying out loud! But she came out of nowhere. I practically walked into her as I sauntered out of the vault room still tucking bonds into my holdall feeling very pleased with myself. Panicking, I?d yelled at her to get on the floor and stay there. Fifteen minutes later here we still were. ?I?m sorry,? I said, crouching next to her. ?Please don?t cry, I won?t hurt you. I just need to figure out what to do.? She flinched away from me. I stood and backed away. Shit, shit, shit. I could just imagine this whole thing hitting the news. I peeked out through the blinds again. Yep, two news vans at the end of the street already. It was as if the police had known I?d be here before I even arrived they were here so prompt. If only they?d shown that kind of dedication when my life was burning before my eyes then maybe? but that was irrelevant now. I slid my back down the wall and sat with my hands resting on my drawn up knees. As far as the press were concerned I was probably a terrorist, a rapist and every other kind of despicable monster. I slumped forwards with my head in my hands. How could I get out of this? Think! ?Are you okay?? the girl asked. I looked up and found her frowning at me. I laughed. ?I cannot count the ways I am not okay.? ?But you had to realise this would happen, right? Crime never pays.? ?Neither Yakacık escort does your fucking insurance company.? She uncurled a little. ?What do you mean?? ?I mean I wasn?t a criminal till your company fucked up my life.? If they?d paid out on my claim I would never have been broke and homeless, I wouldn?t have turned to a loan shark out of desperation and I wouldn?t have someone waiting at the end of the week to break my legs. She looked away as if I?d slapped her round the face. ?I?m sorry,? I said. ?I didn?t mean it was your fault or anything.? She timidly looked up. ?What happened?? ?Someone burned my house down.? Her frown returned. ?But you were covered for fire damage, right?? ?There was enough evidence to show it was deliberate, but not enough to incriminate anyone. Therefore the company slapped a big fraud sticker on my file and saved themselves a quarter mil.? ?Oh God, I?m sorry.? ?Ha, like I?d burn all of my possessions to get a cash pay-out that I?d just have to use to replace everything anyway.? ?Actually I?m here today because I quit on Friday,? she said. She got up and walked over to sit next to me. ?This place makes my skin crawl. I came to clear out my desk.? For the first time I actually looked at her. She was comfortably on the round side of slim, with soft curves. Her rear nicely filled up her jeans which flared out at the bottom over scruffy trainers. She wore a festival t-shirt layered over a long sleeve top. It was a very tom-boyish outfit, but it made her look cute. Waves of dark hair framed her sweet round face. I felt a little tingle as she sat next to me. With everything that had happened, it had been a while since I?d been with a woman. My girlfriend at the time of the fire had showed her true colours when I needed somewhere to stay. It had turned out the reason we always met at my place was because she was married. Lying bitch! ?What?s your name?? the girl asked. ?Um?? Should I tell her? She could tell the police? oh who was I kidding? The only way I was leaving this building was in handcuffs. ?Simon.? ?I?m Josie. You know, I might be able to help you find your case file. If you had it you could sue their arses.? I laughed. That possibility had occurred to me before, but how could I take on a massive company when I couldn?t even afford a solicitor? ?What does it matter? I?m gonna get arrested as soon as I walk out of here.? ?Why?? ?Huh?? I looked at the holdall full of bonds. ?If you put the bonds back, what have you done wrong?? ?Put the bonds?? A vision of Gary ?The Fist? O?Neil, a man I had recently been introduced to by my creditors, flashed up in my head. ?No I need that money!? ?Why would you need money in prison?? ?I? I?? She had a point. ?Look, you don?t want this, right?? I turned towards her, using the motion Atalar escort bayan to edge a little further away. ?Why would you want to help me?? Her eyes widened as they met mine and she gasped. ?I? I don?t know.? What was wrong with this picture? Oh right, the bit where she was supposed to be my hostage! The last thing I needed was to add sexual assault to my list of convictions. I scrambled to my feet. ?Look, back off, okay. You don?t know me.? ?No, I just? you don?t seem like a bad guy, just someone who got screwed over. I?m sorry, I was only trying to help.? ?Well you shouldn?t.? She stood up with me. ?Shouldn?t what?? A squeal from the loud speaker outside made me jump. ?We repeat, release the girl and surrender yourself. You have ten minutes to comply.? ?Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,? I muttered. Josie put her hand on my forearm. ?Shh, calm down. We can fix this, okay?? ?I don?t know, this is so fucked up.? Her eyes darted about as if she was thinking things through. ?Okay, listen. How did the police find you?? ?I thought you? I don?t know.? ?Well it wasn?t me, so it must have been the alarm...? She frowned. ?But then, how do they know about me?? She shook her head. ?We?ll work that out later. Right now you need to put what you stole back and remove any trace that it was ever touched. Can you do that?? The calm, controlled assurance in her voice was comforting. I nodded and picked up the holdall. ?Wait, I need your surname and address to find your records.? I gave her my details and then sloped off to rectify my crime. I re-stacked the bonds and wiped down ever surface I could remember touching and a few I was fairly sure I hadn?t. Thank god I hadn?t damaged the vault breaking in. I?d just used a substantial bribe to get the code; a further advance from Mr The Fist?s employers. When I came back to the room Josie was gone. Oh fuck! What the hell had I been thinking? Could I really be that dense? I know, I?ll leave my hostage alone with my name and my details and what I look like. Fuck! How had she tricked me so easily? Maybe because I wasn?t supposed to be a sodding criminal! I was still contemplating the depths of my stupidity when she appeared at the door, panting, clutching a sheaf of papers. ?Got it.? She stuffed the papers into her bag. ?Huh?? ?Your file.? She glanced at her watch. ?We only have a couple more minutes. Look, I was thinking. It was one of the security team that suggested I come in today. He said he?d leave the building security off.? ?I thought I paid them off. Two guys. To get me past the security and give me the code for the vault.? ?I think they set you up, and they chucked me into the mix to make sure the police paid attention.? ?So what the fuck do I do now?? She smiled. ?It?s okay, you just walk out of here.? ?You?ve Escort Kadıköy got to be kidding me.? ?No I?m not. Nothing has been stolen. You just tell them you were here with me, to help me with clearing my stuff out.? She glanced at her watch again. ?But they have guns,? I said. ?You?ve done nothing wrong. It?s going to be fine.? She quickly ran through the cover story and made me repeat it back to her. My head was in a daze, I?d long since stopped trying to figure out what was going on. ?This is your final warning,? came the call from outside. ?Surrender yourself now.? My chest tightened and I started hyperventilating. Josie leaned in pressed her lips to mine. I hesitated, I shouldn?t be doing this; she was my hostage. But her lips felt so soft and sweet. Calming. Of course for a hostage she seemed to be surprisingly in charge. She slid her hand into mine and I squeezed it. ?Come on,? she said. She shoved a box of her things into my arms and took up her bag. Then she led me to the front door and out into the sunlit street to face the world. *** That afternoon was one of the most exhausting of my life. The police questioned me over and over. When the interrogation started to lean more towards a lecture about wasting police time I knew I?d gotten away with it. They finally released me without charge just before ten pm. Of course I was still flat broke and had a looming appointment with ?the fist.? I stood on the side of the street outside the police station trying to figure out my next move. ?Hey,? Josie called from behind me. I turned and she walked over. I ran my hand down my face and took a deep breath. ?I don?t know what to say, you were amazing. Thank you.? She smiled shyly and I had a fleeting vision of her lying back on soft pillows as I made love to her. Wrong, so wrong. I couldn?t, not after what had happened. Besides, I had nothing to offer her. ?These are for you,? she said, handing me the papers from the office. God only knows how she?d kept them hidden from the police. ?What will you do now?? she asked. I shrugged. ?Fuck knows. Get my legs broken by a big Irish thug I guess.? ?What? No.? She bit her lip and moved closer. ?I?ll find the money somewhere,? I said. ?I have three more days, how hard can it be to find ten grand in three days?? ?Come and stay with me,? she blurted out. ?What? No I couldn?t.? ?Yes you could, I?m telling you, you can.? Her eyes shone with nervous anticipation, like she was scared of my rejection. There was a name for this, some special name for captives getting attached to their captors or something. If I accepted I?d be taking advantage of her, wouldn?t I? ?It?s really no trouble,? she added. ?I have a spare room if you don?t want to? well, you know.? She trailed off. I felt a warm glow of arousal as her cheeks flushed pink. So cute, so clever and strong. She?d just saved my arse and was now offering more help that I didn?t deserve. ?Only if you?re sure,? I said. Weak! I was just a weak opportunistic bastard. ?I?m sure,? she said, giving me an excited smile. She led me to her car and drove me to her home; a small two bedroom flat.