The Adventures of the Gentleman (ENF)

Kelly, May, and Rita were all driving through the Mojave desert, on their way back home from a winning streak in Vegas. Kelly had managed to dominate the blackjack tables thanks to her good memory, May had gotten lucky on the slot machines, and Rita had been able to dominate on the high rollers. To the outside, it seemed as though they were the luckiest girls in the city; and that was all by design. In actuality, what looked like luck was all a series of ruses: loaded dice, payed off dealers, card counting, every con under the sun, all played right under the house's noses. No one suspected a thing.

Well, almost no one.Their scheme had been noticed, and by the last person they would have wanted.

A few miles outside of the city, the girls were driving along, fantasizing about what they would do with their ill-gotten spoils, when they noticed something on the side of the road. Slowing down, they saw that it was a tall black-haired man in a freshly-pressed tuxedo, waving them down. When they stopped next to him, he approached the car and said with a posh English accent, "Oh, pardon me, ladies, but I seem to have gotten myself in a spot of trouble. You see, some miscreants tole my car not too long ago and left me out here. Would you be so kind as to allow me to hitch a ride with you kind folks?"

The girls looked at each other, figuring that he couldn't be much of a problem to them, and that he looked trustworthy enough. Rita, though, couldn't help but think there was something familiar about their encounter.

"Sure, hop in." May said.

"Splendid! Thank you all so much!" With that he hopped in the backseat and they drove off once again.

After a while, Rita asked their guest, "You know, you look kind of familiar. Have we met before?"

"Not that I can recall, I'm afraid."

"Wait, I recognize you, too." Kelly chimed in. "Weren't you at Caesar's Palace last night?"

"Oh, yeah, I saw you at the bar." May agreed.

"Well, I must say, you girls certainly have impressive memories."

"Yeah, I guess that must have been it." Rita begrudgingly said, though there remained a lingering thought in the back of her mind that she was missing something.

"So, what's your name, by the way?" Kelly asked the well-dressed man. But before he could answer, they noticed the car was running out of gas, so Kelly pulled over and Rita got out of the car to refill the gas can. The man got out as well, saying he needed to relieve himself.

As Rita went around back to get the gas can from the trunk, she felt something poking her in the back. "My, my, that's quite the haul you lot have got there." She heard their guest say, the previous cheerful demeanor in his voice replaced with a suave and satisfied darkness.

Rita stood up straight, holding the gas can tightly. "Oh, no don't worry, my dear." The man assured her. "As long as you follow my instructions, you'll have nothing to fear. Now, if you could fill the petrol as you were going to, that would be just ace." Rita did as he said, filling up the gas tank, her hands shaking.

"Hey, Rita, you done back there? We wanna get going." Kelly called from the front seat.

"Oh, it's going just brilliant." Their guest said as he walked up to the window and held his gun to Kelly and May. Both girls froze, their eyes going wide. "But it would go even better if you two could do oblige me and step out of the car for a moment." Kelly and May got out and moved to walk over to Rita, all three holding their hands on their heads.

"Now, I'd very much appreciate it if you all could promptly put your valuables into the trunk here." The girl nodded, putting their phones, jewelry and purses into the trunk of their car before standing back in line.

Suddenly, Rita remembered what had been bugging her about the man's face and demeanor. "Hey, I saw you on the news. You're some kind of master thief aren't you?"

The man laughed. "It seems my reputation has preceded me. I'm impressed, my girl. Though, I will be even more impressed if you can remember what makes me so different from those commoners in my profession."

"Look, you've gotten what you wanted. Can't you just let us go?" May pleaded.

"Not quite. You see, you haven't divulged all of your valuables to me, yet. If you could continue by placing your garments in the trunk with the rest of your winnings, then I will be on my way."

The girls looked at him, shocked. Was he seriously asking them to take off their clothes? But the reminder of his gun served as a pretty strong motivator for them to follow his orders, and so starting with their shirts, they all stripped down to their underwear, throwing their clothes into the trunk of their car.

"Well, come on, then. Finish up." The girls looked at each other, confused, until they realized what he meant. He wanted ALL of their clothes.

"Come on, you can't do this to us."

"Yeah, what did we do to you?"

"Ladies, I assure you this isn't a personal matter. It's simply my policy. I'm only asking that you speed things up a bit, because I'd rather not be to take more drastic actions." He gestured to his handgun, and that was all the encouragement his victims needed. The all unhooked their bras and let them fall to the ground, exposing their luscious breasts. Then, closing their eyes, they let their panties fall to the ground, leaving them completely naked for the world to see.

The man clapped his hands. "Blinding! Now, there's just one more thing for you to do. Turn around and I'll be on my way." The three girls nodded, turning around and mooning the bandit. Gathering up his spoils, the man closed the trunk and got in the front seat. "Oh, and one of you asked what my name was. Just call me Gentleman." And with that he started the car and drove off, leaving the three hustlers stranded in the middle of the desert, with no phones, money or, most importantly, clothes. For them it was mortifying, but for the Gentleman, it was just another successful day at work.