Driving Miss Michele

"Nah Davo; that's your sister you're thinking of!" Wassa laughed.

"Shut the fuck up you two," Stan interrupted, "I don't want any fucking around until we're safely in the warehouse.

"Besides; did you ever think this bitch might be a pro?" he chuckled.

Wassa turned towards Michele and squeezed the top her thigh; a warning to her not to make another scene. Michele glanced at him and quickly nodded her compliance. In the stony silence of the dark car Wassa stroked and fondled Michele's leg under her skirt, running his fingers up and down her stocking and stroking the cool skin above the welt. Michele concentrated on driving the car and hoped Wassa wouldn't move his hand any higher than her thighs.
Stan and Davo began to whisper to themselves in the back; they were in heated conversation and were not paying attention to what was happening in the front seats other than Stan directing Michele to turn left here or right there. As they drove along the darkened backstreets Michele resigned herself to letting the fat man beside her stroke her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye Michele saw the fat guy she now knew as Wassa give an evil grin and begin to fumble around in his lap. 'Oh my god!' she thought to herself; 'he's going to take IT out!'

Then over the hiss of the tyres and the mumbled conversation in the backseat she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. Wassa glanced back and spoke to Stan.

"I'll tell the bitch where to go Stan; you guys see what we got away with."

"Ok but don't let the bitch do anything stupid," Stan replied.

Stan handed his gun to Wassa and he and Davo rooted around in the carrier bag and began to excitedly discuss the contents.

"Left here," Wassa ordered, pointing down another dark street, when they came to a stop sign.

After he finished pointing Wassa quickly dropped his hand onto Michele's left hand and lifted it off the steering wheel and pulled it down into his lap. He waved the gun in Michele's face, tacitly emphasising to her not to take her hand out of his lap or to say anything. If the men in the back seat noticed anything they would have just thought it was Wassa intimidating the driver with his gun.