Oops I did it again

*Just a quick note: sorry about the delay in chapters. IRL, I have a lot going on right now and not as much time to write. I am trying to get 3 chapters out a week until my next surgery, and then it will likely drop to 1 a week. Thanks for sticking around to read my stuff!

Four alarms all went off at the same time, just to make sure we didn't sleep or, if we got horny, have sex through our goal of getting up early. We took turns, two at a time, taking showers and getting dressed. 

Ashley was dressed in a sexy but not slutty outfit, Madison was more business-like but still sexy as hell, and I had bought a tailored suit for this and dressed to the nines. Tessa handed me my fake ID just in case I would need it, as she did with the other girls. 

We all had wireless skimmers with us; the girls had them in their purses, and I had a better, more compact version in my jacket pocket. We also had the most sophisticated wireless camera and microphones that we could get our hands on; they were tiny, the size of a pea. 

It's time to get the show on the road. We stopped at the flower shop; thank God they were open early, and we bought six nice display pieces with vases. We continued on to the back from there. 

Once the bank opened, Madison and I went into the bank. Ashley waited a bit and then followed, so it didn't look like we were all together. Madison and I asked for the bank manager, letting them know we were a business looking to setup an account here. Ashley, in a similar form, was opening her personal account. 

Besides what we were doing, we all had cameras attached to us to take video of all the employees, so Tessa could try and identify any that used social media or posted anything about themselves online that we could get a good picture of. 

Unfortunately for me, the bank manager wasn't in today, but the male assistant manager was. His name was Mark Bollinger.

"Good morning! How can I help you today, Mr...." Bollinger said

"Goodwin," I said, "and this is my business partner, Grace Troyer. We are coming today to setup our business with an account at your location." He said.

"That is great; I would be happy to help you!" He said it like that: I am getting a bonus out of this, but I'm trying not to show my excitement and keep a professional tone. So after explaining our needs, he started to ask the normal questions that come up during this kind of transaction. One of which was access to a safe deposit box. He assured me that I had access during bank hours. 

I went ahead and gave him the LLC information, and Grainger had been able to provide us with an account to transfer about $100,000 over to make everything look legit. We got our account numbers and bank cards. I acted extremely impressed, and Madison stroked his ego generously, so he was on cloud nine and pretty compliant. 

I asked him if we could give a gift to the bank for helping us, and they would be doing us a favor by advertising for our local company. At first, he cited the bank's policy on gift-giving and advertising. So I gave Madison the signal, and while he was explaining their policy, she went ahead and unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of her blouse, showing a generous amount of cleavage. When he finished, she stood leaning on his desk, enhancing the boobage in his eyeline to the maximum. Of course, his eyes were drawn to her tan orbs of temptation like a moth to a flame. 

"Mr. Bollinger, it would really help us out as a small business to have some advertising from such a prestigious bank as yours," she said, using her best sexy Jessica Rabbit-type voice. "You want to let us give you just an itty-bitty gift to show you my appreciation?" She  had changed to the voice of persuasion, although I have doubts if she would have needed it. Mark's eyes looked like they wanted to detach themselves from his head. 

"I want to let you thank me with an itty-titty gift...." He said. He gulped, not realizing his Freudian slip. Once he had his faculties back, we thanked him, with Madison going in for the titty-squishing hug to really sell it. We told him we would be back in a minute with the gifts. 

Meanwhile, Ashley had been doing her job, walking the bank, getting as many tellers and their name tags on camera as possible, and flirting with the male tellers. She had questions to ask and eventually opened an account with access to the safety deposit box as well.  

We all left the store. Ashley again staggered so we wouldn't be seen together. Madison and I grabbed three flower displays each and brought them into the bank, placing each in the space between the tellers. It looked nice and cheery, and the tellers were impressed with the quality. Mark, for his part, took all the credit for "jazzing up the place while helping the local business community." 

We left and took off for the cyber cafe'.  Once we were all in the back room with Tessa and we managed to peel Kirk off of Tessa, we settled in to see what information we were getting. We were able to get almost everyone's Facebook, social media, or LinkedIn information. Everyone looked pretty clean—no fishy past, no nefarious contacts, no lifestyle changes that would account for 100s of thousands of dollars of ****. 

As we got closer to the time when the transfer was supposed to happen, we got back in the car loaded up with our equipment again. This time, the plan was different. In order for someone to access a wired money transfer at the bank, they had to provide a bank account number and ID or a debit card that matched the account number of the account used in the transfer. We were betting on the fact that the blackmailer was not going to let that money sit in the account but instead immediately pick it up to reduce the likelihood they would be caught. 

So our plan was to let Ashley go in first with her scanner and have her spend time putting something in her safe deposit box and flirting with the teller she had made a connection with over his lunch (which she grabbed for their lunch date). Allowing us to have a solid hour and a half of coverage for the scanner to pick up any debit card transactions, we also had the cameras and microphones to monitor each station in case they decided to go with the ID and bank account number methods. 

If Ashley's time ran out, Madson and I would complete the same plan and take time in the safe deposit area, then Madison would flirt with Mark while I spent time on "work" calls. To maximize the amount of time we had scanners before and after the wire transfer was scheduled to catch our blackmailer. 

Ashley performed her duties. I felt bad for the teller, as he thought he had won the lottery with Ashley showing interest in him, but of course I knew it was just for the job. When her time was up, I told her to use the voice of persuasion on the teller and order him to be more confident and assertive, and to ask out Tiffany, another teller who was attractive but out of his league. I watched through the camera while his eyes went glassy and he said a few things back to Ashley. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he completely came out of his daze. Tiffany did see that. No hits while Ashley was on duty; she left the bank empty handed. 

Well, we were up. I headed to the vault while Madison talked up Mark. I went to Tiffany to take me back to the vault. She happily brought me back to the safety deposit boxes. Before she left, I used the voice of persuasion on her: "Tiffany, you will realize that you are not superficial, that the things that are important to you are that your ideal mate treats you well, is kind and smart, and that if you sleep with him, he will give you the best orgasms you have ever had." After her eyes cleared, she nodded her head at me to signify her exit.

I spent time putting in a 200Ah battery with a debit card scanner attached and a high gain antenna. It would be useless when the vault was closed, but Mark had said that every day they open the vault and leave it open for people to access their safety deposit boxes. In doing so, I can turn the device off and on from the parking lot and swap the battery once a week to keep fairly constant surveillance on things if I need to. 

I got a text from Tessa as I was finishing up with my part of the plan. She had found our perp, and sure enough, he was within 10 minutes of the wiring of the money. I carefully made my way back through the vault door and signaled to Madison; she said her goodbyes to Mark's dismay, and we both got out of the bank before the perp saw us. 

Once the perp was done and leaving the bank I looked closely at him. He looked pretty unremarkable, except for the thing that caught my eye just before he pulled out. He had a bumper sticker with the COA insignia on it—no words—but the symbol was easily seen from the back of the car. 

Anger boiled up from my gut. I looked over at Madison, who had a grim look on her face. I pulled out of the parking lot. I was determined to follow the car to its final destination. Thankfully, it wasn't a crazy drive. This simpleton had no clue that we were following him. Once we started to head out of the city, however, I had to be more strategic with our tail as fewer cars were out and his turns became more frequent. 

Eventually he pulled into an industrial area. There were two guards; one spoke to him while the other checked the back of his car for the mark of the COA. He was allowed to pass without any harassment. So that's why he has the mark displayed; we continued to drive past without slowing down to cause any suspicion...

I called Tessa and told her in no uncertain terms that I wanted to know everything she could dig up about the pickup man, the back accounts, and the industrial park. We needed to know what the COA was doing here with the stolen prototype and schematics and how we missed their presence. Madison agreed with me about contacting Captain Geomonty and letting him know what the preliminary situation was in case we needed him to put together another team. 

I let Madison drive back while Ashley fucked me. I was deep in thought as she did her best to get me out of my head. The sex was great and appreciated, but my thoughts were deep and troubled. I was trying to decide if this was tied to me or if it was a happenstance that the COA was back in my life and business again...