Sam went about his cleaning chores. It was closing time Saturday night at his restaurant and he was ready to call it a day. The doors were locked and Anna his young greeter was finishing up at the register. There was only a few dollars left in the till, enough to get started the next morning. Carl, his brother, had already picked up the receipts for the day and taken them to the bank.
Sam stopped and watched Anna count out the money. She was a very sweet, very pretty young girl. She was 19, had the pale, flawless, alabaster skin and dark hair of her Russian ancestors. And her face was perfect, fine boned, with full lips and ice blue eyes.
Her body was also perfect, at least in Sam's estimation. She was 5' 3" tall and weighed 120 lbs. Her legs were well shaped and her figure was a classic hour glass. She had "B" cup breasts that fit perfectly with her frame. She never wore any clothes that could be considered revealing, but the ones she did wear none the less showed off her charms.
Today she was in a tight white ruffled blouse that conformed to every curve of her torso. Her shirt came to just above her knee, was tight over her buttocks, showing the curves of her cheeks, then flared slightly. Sam found her very attractive, and so did his patrons. Many commented on how pretty Anna was, and everyone commented on her perfect manners.
Because Sam found her attractive, he tried very hard not to become too familiar. He liked Anna a lot and didn't want her to get the impression he was coming on to her because he didn't want to lose her as a greeter.
"Are you almost finished?" He called to her.
"Almost." She called back flashing him her pretty smile.
"I'll dump the trash can in my office and lock the back," He said heading to his office.
His office was a small room right off the back door. It had a desk, two file cabinets, a chair and a sofa. Those were for the few people who came into his office and on the days when he worked 14 or 15 hours straight, the occasional nap. Sam grabbed the trash can and stepped out the back door to dump it. He dumped it in the trash container and when he turned to reenter the back door, he felt something pressed to the back of his head.
A moment later a young male voice growled, "Ok old man. All I want is money. You try to be a hero I'll blow your fucking head off!"
Sam realized what was pressed to his head was a gun barrel. He stopped dead still waiting to see what the assailant would demand next.
"Is there anyone else here?" The shadowy figured asked, pushing the gun barrel a little harder against his head.
Sam licked his dry lips and said, "Just. my greeter Anna."
"Ok. Get inside!" The young male voice hissed.
Sam stepped in the door with the gun still pressed to his head. Sam could see the guy from the corner of his eye. He had on a black hoodie and a ski mask.
"Call her back here." The gunman said, "And don't let her know anything is wrong!"
"Anna!" Sam called out, "Can you come back here for a moment?"
"Sure. I'll be right there." Anna called back.
"Tell her you will be in the office." The gunman hissed, pressing the barrel of his weapon tighter to Sam's head.
"I'll be in the office," Sam called.
"Ok," Anna called back in her sweet, melodious voice.
The guy pointed at Sam's office door and said simply, "Inside."
As they entered the office the gunman said, "Sit at your desk."
Sam sat down and the gunman pulled a roll of electrical tape from a pocket. Quickly he taped Sam's hands behind him and to the chair. The young thug stepped over to a spot behind the door. The silence was deafening as they waited. A couple of minutes later the door opened and Anna stepped in.
"What's up?" she asked as she entered.
"This is." The gunman said as he pushed the door shut and stepped out of his hiding place.
Anna's eyes grew large with fear as she saw the gun.
"Don't hurt me please!" She gasped.
"Do as I tell you and I won't. Now sit in that chair." The young man said waving at a chair with the pistol.
Anna sat and the gunman taped her hands behind her.
"Now I'm going to go check the register. You both better behave or I'll have to get nasty."
When he left the room Sam said, "Anna, I'm sorry. I had no idea he was waiting for me out back."
"That's ok, it isn't your fault." She said, her voice shaking with fear.
The gunman was back in a few minutes yelling, "Shit! There's was only $100.00 in there! Where the fuck is the rest of it?"
"It was sent to the bank already," Sam said.
"You're lying!" The gunman growled pointing the gun at Sam.
"I swear!" Sam replied fear showing in his voice.
"Shit!" The gunman hissed.
Then he turned and looked at Anna. He walked over and without hesitation grabbed her breast.
"Maybe I should take some of this to make up for it!" He said with an evil laugh.
"Please! No!" She gasped in panic.
The gunman put the barrel of his weapon to her forehead and said in an icy voice, "Sit still. Very, very still."
Anna froze. The gunman laughed again and gave her breast another hard squeeze.
"Please don't!" Sam yelped, "Take me to the bank and I'll get any money you want! Just leave her alone!"
"Right! So we can get stopped by the cops on the way, or get my picture on the surveillance camera. No fucking way! But don't worry. I'm not going to fuck this sweet little thing. I'm not stupid enough to leave DNA for the cops."
The gunman looked at Sam, then Anna and said, "But...I can still entertain myself and have some fun."
He pulled out a knife and cut Sam loose from his chair. He moved the chair out into the open, then had Sam sit and re-taped his hands behind him. The gunman then cut Anna loose. He grabbed her arm and pulled her over to a spot in front of Sam.
"On your knees." He growled.