The Con Artists Graveyard

Nicola sat on her veranda, enjoying the stunning view of the North Downs from her Blue Bell Hill house. In one hand, she held a glass of wine, its rich scent mixing with the cool evening air. In the other, a single cigarette, a rare treat she allowed herself once a day. As she took a puff, her mind wandered back to when she first suspected that Stephen wasn't who he claimed to be.

She had given him her spare phone number, expecting him to call later. Meanwhile, she had sent out feelers, including a photo of Stephen and Vicky, which she had discreetly retrieved from the security cameras at the charity event. The results were revealing: Stephen and Vicky were wanted nationwide for various fraud and theft charges. Their method was always the same—target a wealthy widow or widower, drain them dry, and move on to the next victim. Nicola smiled to herself, a smirk of satisfaction. She guessed she was the next on their list.

The call from Stephen came as expected, his charm shining through the phone. He said all the right things, and they arranged to go out for dinner. Nicola, always strategic, insisted on choosing the restaurant. Knowing the owners of most upscale restaurants in Rochester, it was easy to insert Geraldine into the waitstaff.

The evening unfolded as Nicola had expected. Stephen was the picture of charm and attentiveness, a great date, and undeniably handsome. As the night ended, Nicola excused herself to "powder her nose." In the restroom, Geraldine met her, her eyes wide with urgency, telling her that she had witnessed Stephen slip a pill into Nicola’s wine. ”This is it," Nicola said, her voice quiet but steady. She kissed Geraldine hard on the lips, a mix of excitement and anticipation. "Wish me luck," she whispered, and with that, she went back to the table.

Geraldine sneaked back onto the floor to take Stephen's credit card. The manager, alerted to the situation, asked to speak with Stephen privately. Stephen excused himself and followed the manager, giving Nicola the perfect opportunity. She discarded the drugged wine and poured a new glass.

As Stephen returned, Nicola asked casually, "Everything ok?" Stephen took her hand, his voice a quiet whisper, "The staff here are fools, they kept entering the wrong number for my card." Nicola giggled, just a little too much, playing her part perfectly.

Soon, they were outside the Jaguar, and Stephen was holding the car door open for her. "Time to start acting," Nicola said to herself, and she did just that, slipping into character with ease. The night was young, and the game was afoot. 

The next few hours were a whirlwind of excitement and sensation for Nicola. Used to being in control, felt a strange thrill in surrendering that power, allowing Stephen and Vicky to treat her like a sexual slave. She quietly orgasmed three times, her body responding to their touch despite her act of being drugged.

Nicola reveled in the experience, enjoying the feel of Stephen's cock, which was big and powerful. However, she winced slightly as he entered her rear end, a bit rougher than she had anticipated. It had been a while since she'd had anal sex, and her body was tight, requiring a moment of adjustment. Despite the initial discomfort, she found pleasure in the act, her senses heightened by the taboo nature of their encounter.

She loved the taste of Stephen's cock, salty and masculine, and the sweet, musky flavor of Vicky's pussy. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, and Nicola found herself fully immersed in the experience, her mind and body aligned in a moment of pure hedonism.

As the night ended, Stephen and Vicky helped her get dressed, efficiently and emotionless. They took her home, the streets quiet and empty at three in the morning. Nicola had told them that no one was home, a precautionary lie to keep her safe.

Geraldine was waiting in the dark with a loaded shotgun, ready to defend Nicola if needed. As Stephen and Vicky inserted the key and entered, Nicola draped over their arms.

They dropped the keys beside her and walked away, their footsteps fading into the night. Nicola lay there for a moment, her body aching yet content, before a burst of laughter escaped her lips. Geraldine stepped out of the dark and helped her friend up, laughing with her.

The laughter was a release, a celebration of her success in manipulating Stephen and Vicky, turning the tables on them in a way that was both thrilling and empowering. Nicola knew that the game was far from over, but for now, she allowed herself to bask in the aftermath of their encounter.

As Nicola sat on her veranda, the cool early-evening air nipping at her heels, she knew the time had come. The call would have to be made to keep the game alive, to string Stephen and Vicky along just a little longer. Geraldine came out onto the veranda, bringing a couple of blankets to ward off the chill. Nicola dialed the number, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and excitement. She reached out and took Geraldine's hand, their fingers intertwining in a silent show of support.

The call was answered by Stephen, his voice gruff and demanding. "Yes," he barked, his tone leaving no room for pleasantries.

"Er, this is Nicola," she began, her voice tentative and unsure.

"Nicola, who?" Stephen pressed, wanting her to say her full name, to lay it all out there.

"Nicole Woods," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ahh, the slut from last night," Stephen sneered, his words a deliberate insult. Nicola, unable to hold back her anger, flipped him the middle finger, her face a mix of fury and amusement. Geraldine, watching beside her, snickered at the scene.

"Err, "yes," Nicola replied, her voice trembling; her acting skills were on par.

"I guess you got our little gift," Stephen said, his tone laced with a mocking amusement.

"Yes, I did. I'm sure the police would love to know you drugged me," Nicola retorted, her voice taking on a particularly timid and pathetic quality, bordering on the ridiculous.

"Ha, go ahead and call them. Where’s your proof? All I see is a slut who loves kinky shit," Stephen shot back, his voice rough and harsh, clearly showing he was also playing the game.

"Please, tell me what you want," Nicola pleaded, her voice now sounding even more pathetic, a far cry from the powerful woman she truly was. Geraldine, watching her boss's performance, had to look away, her laughter threatening to give them away.

Well, for starters, you will call me Sir, and my sister Ma’am. Is that understood?" Stephen demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, sir," Nicola replied, her voice meek and submissive.

"Good, I think we should meet again tonight, at 8. The back of The Granville Arms, the car park off Kings Street. Don't be late, and don't wear any knickers, slut," Stephen ordered, his instructions clear and firm. The phone went dead, leaving Nicola holding the receiver, a look of determination on her face.

She poked her tongue out at the phone, a childish gesture that hid the seriousness of their situation. Turning to Geraldine, she asked, "Eight o'clock tonight, do you think that's enough time?"

Geraldine, her mind already racing with plans, replied, "We'll see." She grabbed her phone and dialed her uncle, her voice low and urgent as she began to arrange everything to ensure their next move was in place. 

The car park, usually a quiet refuge for staff at the nearby elementary school, was now the scene of a carefully planned ambush. Stephen and Vicky, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, sat in their rented Jaguar in one corner of the lot. The white Volkswagen delivery van, a few spaces away, went unnoticed, as did the four men inside.

Stephen's eyes narrowed as he saw Nicola's Lexus pulling into the car park. He flashed his lights as a signal for her to know they were there. Nicola parked a bit farther down and waited in her car, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Stephen pulled the Jaguar out of its space and stopped behind the Lexus, with his and Vicky's eyes fixed on the vehicle, waiting for Nicola to step out. They didn't notice the burly men climbing out of the Volkswagen, their movements quick and silent.

If Stephen and Vicky had come in their own Ford, they might have benefited from central locking, a feature that could have saved them. However, the antique Jaguar, with its classic charm, lacked this modern convenience. As the men approached, the driver's and passenger's doors of the Jaguar opened simultaneously, knives-like blades cutting through the seatbelts effortlessly. Strong hands yanked Stephen and Vicky out of the car, their struggles helpless against the overwhelming force.

Black hoods were pulled over their heads, plunging them into darkness, and they were dragged into the rear of the Volkswagen van. Someone got into the Jaguar and drove off, leaving no trace of their location. In the back of the van, chloroform-soaked rags were pressed over their faces to ensure their compliance and silence.

The entire operation took only two minutes. Nicola, watching from a safe distance, was impressed. She grabbed her phone and dialed Geraldine, her voice calm and collected. "They're on their way, see you soon," she said, then hung up and put her Lexus in gear, heading home with a satisfied smile on her face.

The night was young, and Nicola allowed herself a moment of triumph, knowing that the next phase of her plan was well underway.