Driving this thing was a dream come true. He was so excited, he turned up the music and kept one eye on the road as he rooted around for the vehicle information so he could find the main address. Really close - nice. He hit up a few places around there, they were always pretty swanky but most of the good stuff was locked away. All he could get was clutter and some random stuff. Sometimes he just took the stamps. They were handy.
He used the keys to find the garage he needed and carefully pulled into the drive, making an excellent parking job if he said so himself.
Closing the shutters behind him, he opened the door and waited. No sounds of footsteps, no TV sounds, no dog movement. Everything seemed safe.
Heading inside, he looked around and then got out his phone, putting it on speaker. "His house is like 6 times my house and everything is all slick like. You would not believe it."
"He live alone?" Alfie assumed as much because he thought Bill would be smarter than to call him otherwise. Besides, the man just had a certain single feel about it. "Does he have anything out that you could nick?"
He wondered what the odds of that were. "Someone like that, I bet even his bloody saltshaker is worth more than our lives."
Odds were. "Nick some socks! I wanna wear posh socks."
"Remember that one house that had a smart salt shaker? That was bloody mental." Bill walked up to the mail and looked through it before he took the bottom unopened envelope and looked at it with wide eyes. "Holy shit, it's a black credit card. This guy has a ton of money." He had no idea how to activate it but he pocketed the whole thing. He knew the guys date of birth and full name from the drivers info, he could probably pass the security stuff. Or try at least. "I'll take it, we can see what we can do. Can you imagine having that much money?"
It would be fucking amazing.
Bill started walking again, heading towards the living room and just sort of peering about. "Fucking minimalist bastards. There's nothing good to nick down here. It's just like books and tasteful art or something."
With a forlorn sigh, he gave up on the living room and started to head upstairs. "I'll see if I can nick those socks."
"Books can be bloody expensive, mate. Tommy took me to this boring as shit place that had like old books behind glass and people looked at it. Fancy-ass bibles, something naff like that." Hell if he knew, he just remembered being very bored and then setting off the alarm so he'd grabbed Tommy and gotten the hell out of there. "Might be something else upstairs. I don't know... maybe he has a house phone. Anyway, you are on to something with the card. We could do an Ebay scam with that."
"The ever loving fuck is a house phone?" Bill asked as he headed up the stairs, looking at the hallway curiously. Lots of weird, creepy art. Nice. And a crop in a frame for some reason. Maybe he looked horses? He studied it for a moment and then frowned. "I'm not gonna learn the price of the books and I think people notice a missing book. Leaves a gap, don't it?"
He moved into the bedroom and walked forward, stubbing his toe on some stupid chair that was in there. "Ah. Fuck." He staggered back and fumbled for the lights before he dropped onto the bed and took off his shoe, holding his foot. "Stubbed my toe. It's so fucking dark."
After babying his foot for a few, he shuffled along the bed and sat by the bedside table, opening it to try and find some cash or stray jewellery. Instead, he found handcuffs. "Man. He's kinky. He's got cuffs by the bed."
It was definitely fun to think about, Alfie shook his head in amusement, turning to have a look through the window. "Anyway, our kinky bloke here has only just gotten his salad, so you've got time. Got a whole party in there."
"He's a posh boy, they all like to be dominated. I assume he likes to have some humiliation. God, there's so much shit in here, there's like vibrators and -- I don't even know what that is. Oh, I know what this is." He looked at the blindfold in his hand and then dropped it back in and closed the door. "Okay, you know, I'll keep looking but worst comes to worst, we got a good score with the card alone."
He looked around the bedroom a little more, took some socks out of the drawer for Alfie and headed towards the hall again. Huh. That crop had a whole new meaning now. "There's a room with a padlock on."
"That's interesting. What does a bloke who lives by himself keep in the room with the padlock?" Seemed like a good question to him, at least. "Can you open it up? You don't gotta worry too much, he's at some business dinner. They're doing blood speeches before the main course is even served."
Seemed like a drag, honestly. "I'd shoot myself if that was my life. Or, you know, get spanked to add some spice back to my life."
"I assume that's why he's kinky. I think anyone with a proper job has to be kinky or it's boring. I guess they could also be, like, I don't know - on drugs too. What sort of drugs do posh blokes take?" Bill asked as he pulled his picklock set from his sock, realising now that his shoe was still in Barty's room. Ah. He'd get it later. He took the other shoe off to balance himself out and started to pick the lock.
"I think he's all put together and stuff, probably thinks drugs are beneath him. Kink isn't though." Clearly.
"They do cocaine, don't they? That kinda stuff, but super high end." Alfie had very limited exposure to rich people, but he figured the cocaine thing kinda made sense. Based on music he'd heard alone. Anyway, if he had that much cash, he figured that would be the smart thing to do.
Given value of smarts, anyway. "Keep an eye out for cocaine anyway." Now his hope had been kindled.
"I'll raid the bathroom before I leave." Bill promised as he kept working on the lock, finally getting the best sound in the universe. That wonderful click. Open. "Ha, got it."
Bill opened the door and fuck, it was a heavy door. He walked into the room and the door closed behind him. "Fuck. It's dark. I can't find the light." He fumbled with his phone and held it up, shining it against the wall until he finally saw a switch. He turned it on and then he just had no idea what to do next. "Shit." It was a kinky dungeon.
"What?! What's he got there?" This was definitely the most exciting house tour they had ever done. Alfie couldn't see what Bill was seeing, much like he had no idea that Barty checked his phone, moved through the various hidden cameras and settled on the one that had the best position to capture the look on Bill's face as he looked around the room. The dungeon, yeah.
The walls were white, the floors were hardwood like the rest of the place. There was a black metal frame up against one wall, with several hooks and other small attachments. What for was easily figured out, given the amount of chains, rope and leather restraints placed on the shelves lining the walls. There was a relatively simple bed in the room, black metal bedframe and a white mattress. A handcuff was still hanging off of one of the bedposts.
One wall displayed crops, whips, paddles, clamps and, ominously, quite a few items intended for use with electricity. There were even a couple of blades, unsettlingly enough. A comfortable looking black chair was in one corner of the room, by a low bookshelf. A much less comfortable metal chair was also in the room, bolted to the floor. There was some mechanisms of chains that led from the wall to the ceiling, with a hook dangling off of it. It was a very well furnished and stocked dungeon.
Bill looked around it and squirmed a little uneasily at some of the implements. Who kept this shit in their house? And why? He eyed up the chairs and then tilted his head back, looking up at the hook. "It's not just a sex dungeon, it has serial killer vibes." Not because anyone was dead or anything, just all the hooks made him super uneasy. "I--I don't think I can nick anything in here." Maybe he should just back the fuck out of here.
"Yeah. Sounds creepy. Take pics though, I wanna see." Well, he was curious. Glancing back inside the restaurant, he let out a low whistle. "Definitely back out now, mate. Turns out that kinky psycho boy is a fast eater and he's just declined ordering dessert."
So, depending on how quick he was at saying his goodbyes, they might only have a few minutes left.
He took a picture for Alfie and then turned to the door, fiddling with the handle. Fuck, it was one of those fancy handles. "I sent a picture, I'm just trying to remember how the handle works." He managed to pull it up finally and push himself out of the place, eyes wide as he grabbed his one shoe and hurried into the bedroom to get the other. "Maybe stall him if he's too fast, I'm hurrying!"
Bill put his shoes on as he hurried down the stairs. A terrible combo. He fell the last five and smacked his shoulder and head on the floor. Fuck. He just wanted to be out of weird kinky man's house already. He shook himself off, got up and ran towards the garage. "This place is fucking creepy!"
"I'll try, man. He's gotten up, but he's talking to some bird with her tits out way too much for a classy place." Alfie wasn't disapproving, it was a nice view. He was just saying. "See ya in a bit, yeah? Drive carefully."
That said he ended the call and waited nervously for the possible serial killer to walk out, so he could help his friend by stalling him.
Bill got into the car as fast as he could, tossed the phone aside and pulled out of the garage. He had turned off the lights, had the card and -- oh no. Did he remember the lock? He did, right? He put it back on for sure. He was already on the road, unable to do anything about it, so he just kept driving. Oh well, not like he would know it was him.
As soon as he pulled up, he wound down the window and looked at Alfie. "I'm here!" Was the guy? Was he late? He hoped not.
"Nah, he hasn't come out ye--" The door opened just then and Alfie whipped around, staring at the bloke who had just walked out with wide eyes.
Barty didn't pay that much heed, he simply looked at Bill and raised an eyebrow. "Excellent service here." He looked Bill up and down in a subtle but not really subtle way, smiling briefly. "I'll have to tip you well, Bill, won't I?"
He stepped forward, inspecting his car curiously. "Looks like there's no scratch."
"Nah, mate. No tip needed. It's my job and it's, uh, it's all free of charge." Bill got out of the tesla and handed the keys back to Barty, trying not to touch his fingers or anything. "Real nice car, hope you had a good time here."
He nervously shuffled back so he was standing by Alfie, unsure what to think about any of this. What sort of guy had a secret dungeon like that? It was so weird. Why not go to a club or something? That was way more normal.
"Have a good evening, sir." Hopefully the card was worth the trouble.
"Thank you, Bill." Barty considered his play for a moment here, palming the keys and then he decided that he couldn't resist. Not with how spooked and freaked out the boy looked. He gestured to the car with a nod of his head. "Make it a better evening, huh? Come with me."
Alfie's eyes widened even more and he interjected. "Er, he can't! He's still gotta work, shift's not over. Also, he... He has a boyfriend." So there. Was that believable? Alfie wasn't sure, so he took Bill's hand in his. "It's me."
Barty looked from one to the other, unconvinced. "Shame."
"Yeah, sorry mate. Gotta work... with my lover." Alfie, apparently. He looked Barty up and down. If he hadn't been someone he was robbing and also dude with a weird dungeon, he might have considered going back with him but nope, he was not going back there. The lock, the likely ass print he left on the bed, the card he still had in his jacket.
"I hope you have a good evening without me, sir. All the best." Bill put on a smile and let go of Alfie's hand because it was strangely moist and kind of weird to hold his mates hand.
"See you," Barty said, giving a nod again and finally getting in the car. He had some preparations to make. By the time he reached home, he'd found Bill Nash and was loading up all information that could be found about him.
He could make his move tomorrow. See where it'd lead.
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Driving this thing was a dream come true. He was so excited, he turned up the music and kept one eye on the road as he rooted around for the vehicle information so he could find the main address. Really close - nice. He hit up a few places around there, they were always pretty swanky but most of the good stuff was locked away. All he could get was clutter and some random stuff. Sometimes he just took the stamps. They were handy.
He used the keys to find the garage he needed and carefully pulled into the drive, making an excellent parking job if he said so himself.
Closing the shutters behind him, he opened the door and waited. No sounds of footsteps, no TV sounds, no dog movement. Everything seemed safe.
Heading inside, he looked around and then got out his phone, putting it on speaker. "His house is like 6 times my house and everything is all slick like. You would not believe it."
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He wondered what the odds of that were. "Someone like that, I bet even his bloody saltshaker is worth more than our lives."
Odds were. "Nick some socks! I wanna wear posh socks."
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It would be fucking amazing.
Bill started walking again, heading towards the living room and just sort of peering about. "Fucking minimalist bastards. There's nothing good to nick down here. It's just like books and tasteful art or something."
With a forlorn sigh, he gave up on the living room and started to head upstairs. "I'll see if I can nick those socks."
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However that worked.
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He moved into the bedroom and walked forward, stubbing his toe on some stupid chair that was in there. "Ah. Fuck." He staggered back and fumbled for the lights before he dropped onto the bed and took off his shoe, holding his foot. "Stubbed my toe. It's so fucking dark."
After babying his foot for a few, he shuffled along the bed and sat by the bedside table, opening it to try and find some cash or stray jewellery. Instead, he found handcuffs. "Man. He's kinky. He's got cuffs by the bed."
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It was definitely fun to think about, Alfie shook his head in amusement, turning to have a look through the window. "Anyway, our kinky bloke here has only just gotten his salad, so you've got time. Got a whole party in there."
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He looked around the bedroom a little more, took some socks out of the drawer for Alfie and headed towards the hall again. Huh. That crop had a whole new meaning now. "There's a room with a padlock on."
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Seemed like a drag, honestly. "I'd shoot myself if that was my life. Or, you know, get spanked to add some spice back to my life."
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"I think he's all put together and stuff, probably thinks drugs are beneath him. Kink isn't though." Clearly.
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Given value of smarts, anyway. "Keep an eye out for cocaine anyway." Now his hope had been kindled.
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Bill opened the door and fuck, it was a heavy door. He walked into the room and the door closed behind him. "Fuck. It's dark. I can't find the light." He fumbled with his phone and held it up, shining it against the wall until he finally saw a switch. He turned it on and then he just had no idea what to do next. "Shit." It was a kinky dungeon.
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The walls were white, the floors were hardwood like the rest of the place. There was a black metal frame up against one wall, with several hooks and other small attachments. What for was easily figured out, given the amount of chains, rope and leather restraints placed on the shelves lining the walls. There was a relatively simple bed in the room, black metal bedframe and a white mattress. A handcuff was still hanging off of one of the bedposts.
One wall displayed crops, whips, paddles, clamps and, ominously, quite a few items intended for use with electricity. There were even a couple of blades, unsettlingly enough. A comfortable looking black chair was in one corner of the room, by a low bookshelf. A much less comfortable metal chair was also in the room, bolted to the floor. There was some mechanisms of chains that led from the wall to the ceiling, with a hook dangling off of it. It was a very well furnished and stocked dungeon.
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Bill looked around it and squirmed a little uneasily at some of the implements. Who kept this shit in their house? And why? He eyed up the chairs and then tilted his head back, looking up at the hook. "It's not just a sex dungeon, it has serial killer vibes." Not because anyone was dead or anything, just all the hooks made him super uneasy. "I--I don't think I can nick anything in here." Maybe he should just back the fuck out of here.
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So, depending on how quick he was at saying his goodbyes, they might only have a few minutes left.
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Bill put his shoes on as he hurried down the stairs. A terrible combo. He fell the last five and smacked his shoulder and head on the floor. Fuck. He just wanted to be out of weird kinky man's house already. He shook himself off, got up and ran towards the garage. "This place is fucking creepy!"
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That said he ended the call and waited nervously for the possible serial killer to walk out, so he could help his friend by stalling him.
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As soon as he pulled up, he wound down the window and looked at Alfie. "I'm here!" Was the guy? Was he late? He hoped not.
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Barty didn't pay that much heed, he simply looked at Bill and raised an eyebrow. "Excellent service here." He looked Bill up and down in a subtle but not really subtle way, smiling briefly. "I'll have to tip you well, Bill, won't I?"
He stepped forward, inspecting his car curiously. "Looks like there's no scratch."
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He nervously shuffled back so he was standing by Alfie, unsure what to think about any of this. What sort of guy had a secret dungeon like that? It was so weird. Why not go to a club or something? That was way more normal.
"Have a good evening, sir." Hopefully the card was worth the trouble.
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Alfie's eyes widened even more and he interjected. "Er, he can't! He's still gotta work, shift's not over. Also, he... He has a boyfriend." So there. Was that believable? Alfie wasn't sure, so he took Bill's hand in his. "It's me."
Barty looked from one to the other, unconvinced. "Shame."
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"I hope you have a good evening without me, sir. All the best." Bill put on a smile and let go of Alfie's hand because it was strangely moist and kind of weird to hold his mates hand.
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He could make his move tomorrow. See where it'd lead.