Camille & Diana

I decide to leave Greta to her fate and return to the lobby. Camille and Diana both look bored, but Camille also manages to look like it's pissing her off. Standing behind the counter beside her, I am tempted to slice Todd's scissors through all her clothes right away, but first, I pull out one of the twenties I stole from Greta's drawer and place it on the counter beside Camille's computer keyboard.

When she sees the suspicious bill, she looks furtively around the round. Nobody's watching. She picks it up and inspects it, finding nothing out of the ordinary. With no other explanation, she decides to do exactly what I hoped she would do. She opens her drawer.

Camille puts my stolen twenty on top of the stack of twenties in her drawer, and then starts removing stacks and placing them in the machine to be counted. Once the ones have been counted, she taps out the total in her calculator. Then she puts them back in the drawer and picks up the fives, and I pocket most of the ones, leaving just enough in the drawer that it doesn't look like anything's wrong.

Each time Camille counts a stack and adds to her total, I take most of the bills she just counted. By then end, she's counted three-thousand and twenty dollars, but there's probably only something like four hundred actually left in the drawer.

Satisfied that her drawer is good, and that the twenty she found is extra, she slips it into her purse. For the first time since I came in here, her bitchface scowl loosens its way into a slight grin and she stands there content with her little bonus.

With that bit of business taken care of, it's time for the scissors.

Camille's wearing the same uniform Greta was wearing, blue button-up shirt, dark blue slacks, all rather loose-fitting on her slight, skinny frame. The difference is, Camille has no sweater, and instead wears a silly little tie. I plant my hands on her chest and squeeze, but she's so skinny, it's mostly bra. She shifts her weight around as I squeeze, and she even adjusts her bra at one point, but she never notices my hands on her body, or my breath on her neck.

Careful not to let her feel it, I slowly slice my way down the back of Camille's shirt, and through her bra strap. The loose-fitting button-up stays in place, but if she uncrosses her arms, or shifts her weight, it could fall off at any time. I do the same with her pants, making sure to cut through her panties too. Then as quietly as I can, I walk over to Diana, find her purse on the counter, and slip the scissors into it, along with about a thousand dollars.

When Todd emerges from his office, Camille's clothes are still on, hanging there by luck alone. "Diana, Camille, I'm afraid Greta's going home for the day."

"Is she okay?" Diana is concerned. "She seemed really stressed out after her last drive-up."

"Yeah we'll figure it out, but she's going home for the day. Will you two be alright covering the shift?"

Camille huffs at this, "When girly Greta has a hard day, Todd takes care of her. When I have a tough customer, I get told to smile more."

Todd looks defensive, smiling at Diana as if to deny it, but biting his lip. "Ahhh, when I said that... I mean, I'm just doing my... look, you know, Greta's having a really..."

"Whatever, Todd, we got this," says Camille, "go take care of your breast... I mean your best, employee," she says, cupping her own little breasts exaggeratedly. The effect, however, is more than she intended. When she lets go, all her clothes fall to the floor, and she's wearing nothing but that silly tie. "Ahhhh! What the fuck?"

"Oh no, no, not you too!" Todd is losing it.

I stand and watch, as Camille struggles to cover herself with the shreds of her clothing and Todd wonders what is happening to all his pretty, unassuming teller girls to turn them into such crazed criminals.

"Camille, you should go home too." He glances at Diana, relieved to see she's still fully clothed. "Camille, just give me your drawer and we'll get you out of here."

"Get it yourself, Todd!" she screams and runs to the bathroom. I finally burst out laughing, but nobody notices that either.

"Wow, what happened?" asks Diana, but Todd just shakes his head. He's counting Camille's drawer, but he can already feel the stack is light.

"I don't know, Diana. I don't understand. Like, it looks like Greta's uniform was destroyed, and then Camille's, and now I find that her drawer...well, never mind."

"Her drawer is short?!"

"I'm afraid so, Diana, but I'm not supposed to have told you that. Could you just pretend you didn't..." but then Todd's eyes land on Diana's purse, where the scissors handles are sticking out.