Danny and Jimmy were devious bastards. The two had bonded at the tender age of ten over their fondness for stealing; they quickly realised that with one of them as a distraction, the other could steal with impunity.
Like most boys, when they hit their teens, their focus shifted to girls. Since neither of them were blessed in the looks department, they had trouble attracting the ladies. The bullies at school had nicknamed them Mario and Luigi and looking at them, it was easy to see why.
Danny was the taller of the two, standing at six foot. With his pale face and black hair, he was unremarkable. Being neither threatening nor charismatic, he was usually ignored.
Jimmy was shorter and fatter. The five inches he lost in height, he made up in width, resulting in an unsightly belly, with love handles included. With his family short on money, his dirty blonde hair was badly cut by his mother and, unable to shave, he sported a bright ginger beard. The only thing going for him was his intelligence.
After being rejected time after time, it was Jimmy who suggested that they turn to more underhand tactics to get close to hot women.
They quickly figured out they could grope ladies in public areas without the risk of being caught. The busy crowds on the trains gave them a perfect opportunity to pinch an arse or grab a breast. With so many people around, the women had no clue who was copping a feel.
Now in their mid-twenties, both men were still virgins. They’d both had chances to have girlfriends or even to have a one night stand, but they both agreed that they wanted their first time to be with their dream woman: curvy body, big tits, and a gorgeous face.
Obviously, because they had no money or good looks, this was unlikely to ever happen. So, they decided that they would have to resort to trickery.
It was while watching Dave Chappell’s stand up that an idea came to them. The comedian was telling a story about a homeless man on a bus, who started beating off. When someone told him to stop, he shoved his dick into the passenger’s faces and demanded that they do what he wanted or else he would cum on them.
“You in the pink shirt… squeeze your tits together!” the TV blared out.
“Fuck! That’s it!” exclaimed Jimmy.
“You want to wank on a bus… I mean go for it, if you want. I’ll come visit you in prison. I’ll even bring you one of those arse cushions!” Danny quipped, while at the same time wondering whether his friend had lost it.
“Nah, you numpty! We’ll find a woman and make her believe we’re fucking mental, just like that homeless dude did and then we can make her do what we want. You know… because of the implication,” Jimmy said, quoting Dennis Reynolds, his favourite character from It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia.
“I… like it! Ballsy as fuck though!” replied Danny, before going silent as he thought about his friends plan.
“Yeah, I know, but it’ll be fucking worth it if I get some big titted bird noshing on my cock!” Jimmy grinned, before pretending to motorboat a big pair of boobs.
“One of us will have to be the homeless man, while the other will need to convince her that she should do what she’s told,” Jimmy noted. “She’ll need to be alone, with no chance of anyone coming in… and we need to make her believe that I’m a dangerous person, a real psychopath!”
While his friend talked, Danny had a brainwave and pulled out his phone, searching for high security psychiatric hospitals.
“What’s more dangerous than an escaped loony?” asked Danny rhetorically. “Closest psychiatric hospital is twenty miles away. It’s a place I’ve never heard of… Highmoore? But it’s got a train station and shops nearby.”
“Sounds perfect! Let’s go there tomorrow and see what we can find.”
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The next day, they walked out of Highmoore station. On the train journey, they had seen the hospital, with high walls and guard towers; it looked like something out of Gotham.
“Man, this place is posh! People here must have been fuming when that loony asylum was built!” laughed Danny as the two men walking down the village high street.
“I bet! Look at all these fancy shops… fucking hell! Have you seen this? 40 for afternoon tea! That’s insane!”
“That’s what these posh pricks are willing to pay!” shrugged Danny. “Wait a second! Look down there, you see that shop?” He pointed down a side street to a placard.
‘Violets. An organic, handmade, original fashion clothes shop.’
“You know, those types of places always have hot women working in them! I reckon we should have a look and see,” Danny said.
Walking down the alley, he ducked behind a car, and peered above the bonnet to see a woman in the shop window fitting a mannequin with a dress. Even from a distance, he could see that she was a beauty.
The woman inside Violets was called Melanie. She had been a child model, destined for the catwalk, like her mother before her but then puberty hit. Unfortunately for her supermodel career, she had inherited her father’s family genes and rather than the thin build of her mother, she instead had a curvy hourglass figure.
Putting the disappointment behind her, she took up her other passion and enrolled into fashion school. It was there that she began selling her own designs online. After graduating, her dad, seeing how well she had done, brought her a shop and so, at the age of twenty-four, she owned a store and a flourishing business.
Out on the street, the two guys were getting annoyed with the limited view they had of her. Not only were they at a distance, but the large amount of flowery stickers stuck to the window made it hard to make out what the woman looked like.
“Fuck this!” grumbled Jimmy, pulling out his phone. Searching for the shop online, he found the phone number and called it.
“Is this Miss Harper? … Excellent, I stopped by earlier today to drop off a package but no one was in so I left it outside the shop. I was just wondering if you had picked it up yet… Okay then… Sorry I couldn’t reach you earlier! Have a nice day.”
While Danny listened, it dawned on him what his friend was doing. Fist pumping him, they both watched as Melanie came outside. Even though she was wearing a long flowing summer dress that covered up her body, the two guys could see how stunning she was.
“Fucking hell, she’s hot!” Danny whispered to his friend. “She’s got the body of Emily Rajwa… Rajakwa? Whatever that girl’s name is who got her tits out for that music video!”
“What are you talking about? Have a look at that arse! Her body’s more like Lucy Pinder!” Jimmy hissed back as he watched the woman bend over to look for the package that never was.
“Fuck me, you’re right! That body is fucking heavenly!”
They watched as Melanie tied back her bright blonde hair and stepped down onto the street. Her tits jiggled with each step she took as she searched for the non existent package, blissfully unaware that meters away, two perverts were secretly taking pictures. Failing to find anything, she shrugged her shoulders and went back inside her shop to continue working on the mannequin.
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Once back on the train, the two men compared the pictures they had taken. As they gazed at her gorgeous face and voluptuous body, they knew they had found their target. With her blonde hair, big brown eyes and full lips, she was ball achingly gorgeous and that was before seeing how good her curvy body looked.
Getting back to Jimmy’s flat, they started to work out a plan. Finding the right day was easy – in a week’s time, there was a big festival in a nearby town. Most of Highmoore’s shops would shut for the day, yet Melanie had decided to stay open. It was a nave decision on her part: the village would be dead and it was unlikely she would get a single customer, which made it perfect for the two deviants.
After lots of debate, they eventually came up with a plan. Jimmy would enter the shop looking unhinged. Danny would then call the store to ‘warn’ Melanie there was a mentally unstable man in her shop, and it was vital that she kept him there until the police could arrive to take him away.
They both knew it wasn’t much of a plan. A lot of it depended on Melanie being incredibly gullible and both of the men playing their roles convincingly, but it was the best idea they had come up with.
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On the day of the festival, Jimmy made his way to Dan’s house. They had spent the past week going over what they were going to say, and how Jimmy was to act. Having watched several horror films in preparation, they decided that Jimmy was going to be most convincing by acting like a delusional psycho.
Earlier in the week, they had the genius idea to bombard Violet’s social media with official looking news of Highmoore Psychiatric Hospital. Articles detailing the risk of letting patients out on day release, the threat of staff striking and lax nature of the staff being questioned littered her timelines.
Jimmy turned up at Dan’s wearing a faded Star Wars shirt, a pair of tatty jeans and cheap, scuffed velcro trainers. Clearly it wasn’t a good look, but he considered the outfit lucky. The last time he wore it, a beautiful drunk woman had fallen into his arms and mistakenly started to make out with him.
The only thing he carried of any worth was his brother’s body camera, that he used at his parking attendant job. He had taken it so he could record himself losing his virginity.
It was close to midday and the fair was in full swing. The train that they got on was crammed with revellers and it took a hefty shove before they could squeeze on. Jimmy found himself squashed next to a buxom older woman but for once, he wasn’t trying to cop a feel. His mind was preoccupied on what he was about to do.
Sweat formed on his brow and his heart pumped wildly. Not only was he worried about what could go wrong, he had mounting concerns about his ability to perform sexually. However, Jimmy couldn’t be seen as a failure in front of his best and only friend so he knew he had to go through with the plan.
When they finally got to Highmoore station, they noticed they were the only people who got off the train. Exiting the station, they saw the streets were devoid of life. Spotting the local pub was open, they both entered. Three shots of Dutch courage later, and Jimmy left Danny to make the short walk to Violets.
As they had both predicted, the alleyway and shop were completely empty. Swallowing hard, Jimmy pushed open the door causing the bells above to jingle loudly. Dropping his head, he clenched his fists and shuffled into the store.
Instantly, he was greeted by a smiling Melanie. Her pale yellow blouse strained against her generous breasts and her long floral skirt swayed as she bounced towards him.
“Welcome to my store. My name’s Melanie, how can I help you?” she sang. Before Jimmy could answer, she went into her well-practiced sales pitch. “I have the perfect gifts for girlfriends, mothers, and sisters. Fashionable, eco-friendly, and reasonable prices – what more can you want?”
Jimmy lifted his head to reply but immediately dropped his eyes again. His cock was already responding to her jaw-dropping gorgeous body and he knew if he spent any more time looking into her warm brown eyes, he would explode in his pants. Instead, he grunted and shambled away.
As he wandered around the store, his eye was drawn to several pictures on the wall, each one showed Melanie modelling different designs. It was then that he spotted her changing room, it was an alcove in the back wall that was half covered by a curtain. It was there that he was going to fuck this busty blonde.
“Sir, are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?” Melanie asked politely from across the store. His creepiness unnerved her and she didn’t want to get too close to him.
“Well, I don’t want to pressure you so if you need me just give me a shout,” she called out. When he didn’t reply, she left him alone, hoping he would soon leave.
Jimmy breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw Melanie had retreated to her office. Calming himself, he pulled out his phone and wrote a text to Danny, simply saying ‘Now’. He knew that once he sent it, within minutes his friend would call and the plan would be in action. Licking his lips, he pressed send and waited.
Meanwhile, Melanie was watching Jimmy on the security cameras, wanting to see what the strange man was up to. When the phone rang, it made her jump.
“Hello this is Melanie of…’
“Hello Melanie, look I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is incredibly important! My name is Dr. Korney of Highmoore Psychiatric Hospital. Several of our patients haven’t reported back from their day release. Now, they’re all completely harmless as they’ve all taken their medication… except for one,” Danny emphasised the last part for dramatic effect.
“I’m emailing you over the picture and name of the suspect. If you have any information about his whereabouts, call us immediately. My number’s on the email.”
The line went dead and moments later, she received an official looking email. Opening it up, she saw a photo of the man currently in her store staring back at her. Covering her mouth, she screamed into her hand. After a minute to compose herself, she dialled the doctor’s number.
“He’s in my shop… oh my God, he’s in my shop. What do I do?”
“Calm down, is this Melanie?” asked Danny. He was still in the pub, sipping on his pint as he followed his pre-prepared script.
“Yes, it’s Melanie! He came in a couple of minutes ago… No he hasn’t said anything… yes, he’s still here! What should I do?” blurted Melanie, answering Danny’s questions.
“Right, take a deep breath Melanie. I’ve informed the police, and they should be there shortly to help you. But listen to me Melanie – it is critical that you don’t let him leave the shop. He’s a danger to the public.”
“But… but he’s not a danger to me, is he? I haven’t done anything to him! Can’t I just lock him inside the shop and wait outside until the police turn up?” Melanie asked.
“Melanie, listen to me. He suffers from grandiose delusions so, as long as you go along with everything he says and make him feel important, he won’t be a danger to anyone. Melanie, calm down!” Danny demanded. He had heard that by saying a person’s name over and over again it made them more susceptible – he hoped that it was true.
“Now, I’ve just been told it will take twenty minutes for the police to get there, Melanie. They are rushing over from the fair as we speak. It is vital that we collect him as soon as possible so Melanie, please keep him in that shop! I’ve just come off the phone to the police commissioner, Melanie; he is already talking about rewarding you! So can we rely on you, Melanie, to do the right thing?”
“I… I will make sure that he stays in this shop… you can count on me!” said Melanie, her voice getting stronger with each word.
“You’re an absolute hero Melanie!” Danny proclaimed, then put down the phone before she heard him burst into laughter. Now it was up to his friend.
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Whilst Melanie had been on the phone, Jimmy was in the dressing room where he placed the camera on a ledge. Checking the live feed on his phone, he repositioned it to capture the armchair in the corner. That was where the magic was going to happen.
Back on the shop floor, he heard Melanie fumble with the phone as she put it down. He wondered whether she’d believed Danny. Immediately, his thoughts turned to what if she hadn’t. Would she come out armed? Would she call the police herself?
More worries filled his head, only washing away when he spotted Melanie peer out of her office. Her eyes darted from him to the shop door to the security camera and back to him again before she slowly came into view. Just one look told Jimmy that she had totally brought Danny’s lies.
Melanie carefully walked towards him. Her mind was in overdrive, trying to work out a way to keep him here until help came. Yet all too soon, she was facing him with no solution. She would have to rely on her instincts.
“Hi there! Do you see anything you like?” asked Melanie. She had begun full of confidence, but it quickly drained when the imposing man turned to look her in the eye.
“I like you,” he said slowly and deliberately, followed by a lecherous laugh.
The hungry look and laughter shook Melanie. Her breath stopped, her hands began to shake and her eyes quickly measured the distance between her and the door. Was she faster than him? Could she make it to the door and manage to lock him in?
Then she remembered the doctor’s words: “I have just come off the phone to the police commissioner, Melanie; he is already talking about rewarding you! So can we rely on you, Melanie, to do the right thing?”
Jimmy, meanwhile, was also thinking about his next move. Seeing how unsure she was made him feel in control of the situation, yet his plan was for her to willingly submit to him. In his depraved mind, tricking a woman to sleep with you was fair enough but forcing them was too far.
While he was thinking, he couldn’t help but look over her body. She looked incredible: there was a good chance he would cum the second he saw her naked. Her big tits swelled with each nervous breath, making him unwittingly lick his lips.
“If you want me to go Melanie, I will. I don’t mind…” Jimmy said, shrugging his shoulders. “With looks like mine, I can get any woman I want.”
He spoke confidently, wanting her to believe that he had delusions of grandeur. He waited for her to answer, it all hinged on what she said next. If she told him to leave, then it was all over. But if she asked him to stay, then he knew he had her.
While he waited, Melanie was desperately working out what he would do if she asked him to leave. From the way he looked at her, she knew what he wanted and it made her sick. But when she caught her reflection in the window, she made up her mind. She was going to be a hero.
“I think… that you should… stay here. I mean, there are loads of items here you haven’t seen yet and I think you would enjoy looking at them,” she stuttered desperately, trying to think of the right words that would tantalise him into staying.
“And, um, there is something about you… a je ne sais quoi?” Melanie continued to waffle though with each word her confidence grew.
‘I’m going to be a hero!’ she thought. Stepping around Jimmy, she flicked the sign on the door to closed.
“So what would you like to see?” asked Melanie, turning around to face him. “I have some very pretty dresses!”
“Oh yes! Can you model one for me… this one!” Jimmy replied, picking up the first dress he saw. It was a light pink summer dress, with flowers decorating the hem.
“Of course darling, I’m more than happy to model it for you. Wow, you’ve got such good taste. This is one of my favourites!”
“I bet you taste good!” Jimmy muttered just loud enough for Melanie to hear. She had been in the process of finding a dress in her size. Forgetting about it, she grabbed the one he held up and ran off to change, blushing furiously.
While Jimmy cursed himself for not demanding that she change in front of him, the poor woman was in the dressing room, struggling to get the tight dress around her curvy body.
The dress was three sizes too small. Eventually, Melanie managed to get it on. However, there was zero chance she could do the zip up on the back. She was lucky that there was a button at the top which kept it from falling off her body.
Not wanting to leave him alone for too long, Melanie pulled back the curtain and came back to the shop floor. It took a moment for him to realise that she was back but when he did, she saw him gaze at her dumbstruck. She loved having a man’s attention and knowing that he was completely under her spell, she couldn’t help but saunter up to him, wiggling her hips with each step.
