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Thief

By: Pultoy



Wife's lover hates me for no reason. Well, I'll just give him a reason.

"You are fine!" my drunken wife said to me. "And, you are finer!" She said to her dance partner, turning her back to me and embracing him with both her arms, one leg and an open mouthed kiss, rubbing her pussy on his thigh right there in the bar next to the dance floor.

He, her dance partner, Lance Preston, was my nemesis in high school. We'd competed for Lori's attention throughout the four years and I'd finally won, it seemed. She married me, anyhow.

He'd gotten caught by Lori's best friend fucking her nemesis, Katie Holmestead.

Lance hated me after that with a vengeance. He suspected that I'd set him up to get caught, and I had; but he didn't really know that for sure, and he couldn't prove anything. It sealed the deal for me, winning Lori's hand after a tough high school long battle with him over her. 

The trouble was, she was wild. I'd have been better off letting him have her, because she never cared for anyone but herself. She loved the battles we had over her, fueling the flames many times.

But, when Lance was caught with Katie Holmestead, it thoroughly pissed her off at Lance and she chose me to get even with him. There really were no winners, at all, as it turned out.

So, it was two years of wedded bliss. We were all twenty one, old enough to go to the bars and drink, not old enough to handle it. 

Her insult to me, "you are fine, but you are finer" turning and kissing Lance was the turning point. Lance hadn't let up. He didn't really want her, he just wanted to deny me her. We were long standing enemies and now I'd finish this battle once and for all. 

And, she loved the attention. She had no intention of making a marriage to me work, and she proved it time and again over our two years.

When I finished with this, Lance would be in ruins, Lori would be broken and shamed; and I'd be on with my life, a little sadder but a lot wiser.

After we got married, Lance never quit trying with Lori. She loved to taunt me with his attention. She and I hardly had a good day in those two years of marriage. She was wild, she'd go out and party with her girlfriends, come home drunk and never made an attempt at making a home or a life with me. 

I don't think she ever slept with anyone else, but I wasn't honestly for sure about it. I was sure she hadn't slept with Lance yet, because she was still so angry with him, but tonight would be the night.

I slipped her a tab of ecstacy when we got to the bar and I got her first drink. 

Earlier in the week she'd come home drunk and managed to fall into bed and pass out with her clothes on. I took a vial of human papillomavirus types 6 and 11, that I'd stolen from my job at the research lab. I put the q-tip in the vial and then directly into her pussy, pushing it up inside her as far as it'd go, four times. 

She'd cut me off weeks earlier when I argued with her about going out so much with her friends. She told me, "If you'd be more of a man, I'd have a reason to stay home with you, but....." She sneered.

"Ok," I reasoned, "let's wind this up then." 

Human papillomavirus types 6 and 11 are the kinds that cause genital warts. Other strains cause cervical cancer and other very serious diseases. But, types 6 and 11 were labeled and kept apart from the others, as others were kept from each other type as well.

The warts would forever embarrass each of them, inhibit their sex lives and maybe stop their sex lives all together. They are painful periodically and incurable. Yep, this would be sweet, and they'd both think the other one gave it to them.

In a few weeks, she wanted to make up and have sex. I saw the warts on her pussy and refused her, accusing her of marital high crimes and misdemeanors. She reeled in horror and I filed for divorce on grounds of adultery. 

We didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, so there wasn't much to split. If she'd ever gotten a job, we might have had something, but as it was, she just partied up what meager money I could come up with for her.

Lance would once again suspect me, but not be able to prove it. He hates me, always has. I might as well give him a reason. Now he has it.

Thanks for reading my story,

-Pultoy

Thief



Chapter 1.

His footsteps echoed through the uninstalled halls of the Art Gallery as he walked towards the showing room. It was quiet. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, this place was buzzing with people for the unveiling of a new collection. In this collection was his target. A painting estimated to be about 70 years old from an unknown artist. The gallery purchased it for 60 million and would probably pay double to get it back. Which is why he knew she'd be after it.

After interrogating security guards, who told him that is was all quiet inside, he was positive she was there.

"You're a homicide detective. Why are you patrolling for an art thief?" One of them asked.

"Because she killed my partner."

Her name was Tess Reims. She was a thief who's been robbing galleries and museums for 2 years now. 

No one had ever caught her, and she'd been non-violent until 3 weeks earlier when she was involved in the death of 2 officers and one Detective. His partner. His Best friend. Now, he was set on revenge, and he had to find her.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped and looked, but there was no one there. Positive that someone was still following, he hurried around the next bend and stood waiting.

As he peered out to the hallway to see if someone was coming, he felt someone tap he shoulder. He looked around just to be punched in the nose. 

"Ow, Fuck!" he screamed in pain. He had gotten a good look at his attacker. It was her. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He asked, still holding his nose.

"Can't have you getting in the way, Ash."

'How the hell does she know my name?' he thought. 

Before he had time to retort, she threw another punch at him. This time, he blocked and grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away, but he gripped tighter.

"Don't even try," he said glaring at her.

She tried to knee him in the balls but he blocked and punched her in the stomach. He released her roughly and she stumbled backwards, coughing. 

"I thought you were smarter than to show up here." He said.

"What, you didn't think I'd leave you, did you?"

They circled each other, waiting for the other one to strike.

"Why'd you kill those men?" He asked.

"I didn't kill anybody."

She tried to hit him again, but he grabbed her and enclosed her in his strong arms so she couldn't move.

"Damn!" She hissed as she jerked and tried to pull away.

"Hey now, no need to get feisty," he said looking down at her.

Compared to him, she was on the smaller side. She was about 5'5, which made her feel small pressed up against his 6'2 frame. Her long, dark, wavy hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with her shorter strands framing her face. Her thick thighs and hips curved up to her small waist and her full , soft breasts, that were pressed up against his chest. He wasn't gonna deny, he loved the feeling. But the most mesmerizing were her eyes. They were big, with long thick lashes and were dark. Sparkly, but dark as night. 

She scowled up at him as he gazed at her face. He scanned it, noticing she had a few faded freckles. His eyes moved down to her lips which were parted from her panting.

Without even thinking, he leaned in to kiss her.

"Hey, what are you-" he cut her off by planting his lips on hers. She stopped fighting and moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed hers.

"Mmmmmmm..."

Her cheeks flushed, and she felt warm pressed against him.

Lost in the moment, he loosened his grip on her.

'Idiot.' She thought. 

Before he could even come back to reality, she slipped one arm out of his grasp, reached behind her and pulled out his handcuffs, closed one on his wrist and cuffed him to one of the pipes running along the ceiling. 

Chapter 2.

I pull at my handcuffed wrist with my free hand.

"Fuck."

'Damn succubus,' I think to myself.

I look over at her. She's grinning like a cheshire cat. She's smart enough to stand out of my reach.

"Oh, is this what you're in to?" I ask her.

I reach for my gun. Not there.

I hear her laugh. Fuck. Even her laugh's adorable. 

"Looking for this?" She holds up my gun.

Damn. She must've swiped it while I was holding her.

I jerk my cuffed hand harder, and hear her laugh again.

"This fun for you?" I ask.

"Only because you tongued me."

"You're not mad about that, are you?" I say with a laugh.

"Yes! But we can deal with that later. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a painting to collect before the cops show up."

"Don't touch that fucking painting, Tess."

"Try and stop me."

She aims my gun at me and fires. 

I bite back a scream as the bullet tears through my shoulder. 

"You bitch," I say, passing out.

I woke up a few hours later, tied to a chair. I blink a couple times and realize where I am, with the pain coming back. I'm in the middle of the show room. 

"What th-" I start to say to myself, and then I realize the empty spot where the painting was. Damn it. Then I hear footsteps behind me. 

"Cops will be here in 20 minutes."

I recognize that voice...How can something so sweet be so evil?

"You think you're gonna get away this time?" I ask.

"I know I'm going to."

She walks around front of me a bends over so we're eye to eye. 

All I'm really focusing on is the view of her tits she's giving me.

"You know Ash, I really hope one day we can move past all this."

I glare at her. She won. This time.

Police sirens wail in the distance. She looks to the window, then back at me. Gah, I love those eyes...

She places her hand in my hair and kisses me. When she's finished, she pulls my hair and I say,

"I'm gonna find you." I say, giving her a look that says 'I want to fuck you.'

"Goodbye, Asher."

"Oh I can't wait till I get my hands on you." I tilt my head sideways. "And in you."

Now she's pissed. She hits me in my wound and I pass out again. 

7 WEEKS LATER

For weeks I've searched. Every database, every computer I know of and found nothing. Apparently Tess Reims is a cover. Smart girl. I've spent hours sitting in front of a computer searching for anything that might lead me to her. I think I'm losing my mind. Why am I so obsessed with this girl? I need to get out. I haven't had sex in weeks. 

Finally, I find a Tess Reims in and old foster home record. It's her. Younger, but it's her.

Only problem is, her records state that she died 8 years ago when she was 15.

I look for birth records. She was born Eleanor Winters, but her foster parents changed her name.

It didn't take me long to find out where she lives.

Chapter 3.

I walk into my apartment, closing and locking the door behind me. I go to the living room, kicking off my shoes and tossing my bag on the couch. I turn around to go to the kitchen, when I notice the window is open. I feel a breeze on my skin and I shiver. pretending not to notice, I walk 

to my fridge and open the freezer. I quickly pull out my 45. and turn around, cocking it and pointing it at him. Asher Vasquez. He stands still, Cool as a cucumber. He's smirking at me. 

"Found you." He says. "Have a good day?

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask.

"Now Eleanor, is that any way to treat a guest?" He says walking to my counter, rifling through the mail.

Crap. He knows my name.

"It's Ella."

"Hm. I like that." He says turning around to look at me.

"Don't move." I say, trying to sound stern.

He leans against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.

"How was your hospital stay?" I ask him.

"Wonderful. I've been meaning to pay you back for shooting me."

"What the hell does that mean?"

He doesn't reply; he just shakes his head back and forth.

"Why'd you kill a cop, Ella? Why now after all this time?"

"I didn't kill anyone."

"That's not what our witness says."

"Find a new one."

He stands up and walks towards me. Slowly.

"Why are you still moving?" I ask.

"Cause I don't think you have it in you."

"Try me."

He pauses for a moment.

"I don't really wanna play games with you all day, Ella."

"Then what do you want?"

He walks towards me again. This time, a smirk forms on his face. Damn, he's cute! Why are the cute ones always assholes?

I squeeze the trigger. 

*click*

What?

*click click click*

He pretends to look shocked, and places his hand on his heart before chuckling.

*click*

"Looking for this?" He says, pulling my clip out his pocket.

Shit. I toss my gun on the floor as he starts walking towards me again.

"Ash," I say quietly as he stalks towards me. I swallow hard as he backs me up against the counter. I have nothing to do but look up at him. Not a bad view. 

I stare up at his eyes. They're the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen. Almost like cobalt, they contrast well with his tan skin. 

My heart starts to beat faster as he takes my hoodie's zipper and pulls it down a few inches. I'm glaring at him now, trying not to let him see through me. I don't think its working.

We stare into each others eyes for what seems like an eternity. I refuse to break first.

"What are you doing?" I almost whisper.

He smirks and leans in to whisper in my ear.

"Things."

Oh. Heat flushes through my entire body.

Before I can even process what he's doing, he grips my waist and sets me on the counter like I'm nothing.

I whimper as he places his hands on my thighs and spreads them, moving close into me.

Fuck. Why is this turning me on?

My heart's pounding now, and my breathing's fast.

He moves his hands up my thighs to my hips, and up my sides, curving with my waist. He's giving me that look again. The one that says, 'I want to fuck you.' And I think I'm gonna let him.

Moving one hand down to my hip again, the other reaches up to my collar bone, where he traces the scar I have there with his index finger, before moving it to my face where he brushes my hair out of my eyes. He looks me in the eyes, he seems almost mesmerized, but I can see desire burning in his blue ones.

His hand cups my face and pulls me in for a kiss. I close my eyes, but he pauses right before his lips reach mine. I open my eyes and see him searching my face. He looks me in the eyes before almost smiling. 

Just as I'm about to demand his mouth, he plants it on mine.

We're deep in the middle of a passionate kiss, and I place my hand on his chest, and slide it up to the back of his neck and lace it in his thick, dark hair. He kisses me deeper and I pull his hair , forcing him closer to me. He doesn't seem to notice or care as he lowers his hands from my face to explore my body. Down my shoulders, over my breasts, to my sides, all the way down to my thighs. I feel myself start to get wet as he touches me.

He's acting like he's in control, but he's really just waiting for me to give him the green light.

He stops kissing me and looks at me. I look back at him, narrowing my eyes.

"You're not wimping out on me, are you?" I say, breathing hard.

He says nothing as he pulls me into him and lifts me off the counter. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him as he carries me down the hall to my bedroom. 

He breaks our kiss and gently sets me down in front of the door.

Dammit! He planned this. How else would he know which door was my room? Too bad I don't care right now.

Without looking away from him, I reach behind me and turn the knob. I push the door open and walk backwards towards my bed. Good thing I cleaned in here yesterday. He walks with me, pulling my zipper down all the way this time, he brushes it off my shoulders. I grip the hem of his shirt and start pushing it up his body, revealing his abs. Without taking his eyes off mine, he reaches behind his back and pulls it off, right as we reach my king sized bed. Just as I was going to reach for his belt buckle, he reaches down and unbuttons my shorts, and pushes them down my legs. 

I can tell he's getting hard now, which is probably why he's moving faster. 

His eyes are burning holes in mine as he pulls my tank top over my head.

He kisses me again as he reaches into my black lace panties. He smirks when he feels how wet I am, and pushes me down onto my bed. He hovers over me, his knees on either side of my hips. 

I close my eyes as he kisses me, and I feel him rummaging around in his pocket. He moves his arm up and slams something on the bedside table. Damn, he's wound up. He moves his mouth down to my breasts, kissing as he goes. 

I look over at his hand now gripping the table. I see what he's holding. Condoms. OOooh. I wrack my brain trying to remember how I'm doing with my pill. Ding! I remember taking it this morning.

I place my hand on his upper arm. I haven't felt how hard they are yet. woah. 

"Ash,"

He stops his relentless assault on my chest and looks at me.

"We're good," I say glancing at his hand.

He grins at me. What a little asshole. He leans back down and kisses my mouth. He reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra but I stop him.

"Ah, ah, ah."

He stops kissing me and looks at me like a child looks at you when you take their toy away.

"Not yet." I say giving him a smug grin. 

Well that did it.

He grips at my panties and starts sliding them down my legs. 

The bulge in his pants is rock hard now as he runs a finger down my slit.

"Uhhhh..."

I moan with pleasure as he lightly grazes my already hard clit. My eyes are closed and I bite my lip as he dips down into my wetness, dragging it up my slit to make slow circles around it.

"Mmmmmh..."

Shit, he's good at this.

I gasp as he moves his hand and plunges his finger inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit. He starts to move it in and out of me, massaging my walls as he goes.

I can feel it start to build inside of me, and he pushes in a second finger into my pussy.

"Uhh, uhh, uhmm..."

My pussy stretches around his fingers, resisting the pressure...I can only imagine what his dick is going to do to me.

His fingers push deeper in me and I feel my climax building.

He rubs my throbbing clit harder and I'm about to burst.

I'm practically screaming my moans now along with his name as he says,

"Look at me, Eleanor. I wanna see those eyes when you come."

I love the way he says my name. His words are my undoing and I come crashing down around him, screaming his name. 

I'm still panting as he starts undoing his belt. I regain some composure and I start to assist him.

As we pull his jeans down, I see for the first time how big he is, his length straining against his boxers.

I reach inside and wrap my hand around it.

"Mmmh."

This time it's him moaning as I prep him for my body. I let go and start pulling his boxers down. 

He reaches behind my back again and this time I let him unhook my bra. He takes it off and tosses it to the side. My hands are now free as his cock lines up at my entrance. I rake my fingers through his hair.

I gasp as he rubs it up and down my slit. I'm still so sensitive. 

"Tell me what you want, Ella."

At this point, I'm not really sure. I think I'd rather go eat something and take a bath, but seeing how he just gave me one of the most mind blowing orgasms I'll probably ever have, I'll oblige. 

"I want you inside me." I half moan, half whisper it as I say it.

I can feel him smirk and then suddenly push inside me. 

He feels so good as he pushes past my entrance, my walls gripping him as he forces my dripping wet pussy to open for him.

I feel so tight, so full as he pushes deeper inside me, testing my limits. The feeling is delicious. Stretching, filling, perfect. I take it back. I definitely want this.

I moan his name again as he presses against my cervix and keeps pushing.

"Uhhhm..."

He's so cute when he moans.

He stops moving as soon as he's all the way in, letting me acclimatize to his size.

I've never felt so full before.

He soon starts moving again. Pumping in and out, sweet and slow. But that's not enough, because soon he starts thrusting faster. Harder. I love the way it feels.

Soon, the repetitive motion on my g-spot has me building again.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and press is face into my chest.

He moves even faster and I'm coming apart at the seams.

"God, yes!"

TO BE CONTINUED...



Thief in the Night



The night was hot and sticky, almost unbearable, as she wished once again that she had not left her fan behind at her parents' house. Her nightgown clung to her body, reminding her constantly of the overbearing weight of the heat. It also reminded her about how long she had been without sex. Here she was, in her first apartment and on her own after years spent battling parents and overbearing boyfriends, and all she could think about was sex. True, she enjoyed the quiet of her apartment overlooking the river, especially the way the mist rose off of its surface every morning. She didn't appreciate the humidity that came along with it right now, as she tossed and turned in bed. She felt wet and sticky all over. Whether from the heat or arousal, she couldn't begin to guess.

She had lost her virginity on a night like this, in her first boyfriend's dorm room. It was all sweat and out-of-place limbs and awkwardness after a pitifully brief five minutes of foreplay where he pawed at her breasts and gave sloppy wet kisses. She had to help him put on a condom and endure his misguided thrusts, until he came all too rapidly inside of her. He withdrew quickly and promptly fell asleep, spent for the night and unaware that his actions had only awakened, not slaked her lust. The whole thing left her rather cynical about sex, and she was rather relieved when he didn't ask her to do it again.

It was nothing like her fantasies, where her strong, lithe dream lover would slowly, tortuously stimulate every inch of her body, licking and flicking his tongue and making her squirm and arch her back in her need, continuing even after she had begged him to make her cum, make her release that horrible flaming need inside of her.

She lay there, thinking distracted thoughts about sex and desire when she was sure she heard the screen door faintly screech as it opened on its track. She glanced up at what she though was a locked door, but saw nothing unusual. Moonlight streamed in through the screen door and windows, illuminating her lying on the bed.

She had to admit that as much as the idea of a rapist scared her, somewhere inside her it was exciting. Faint, indistinct visions of the scene filled her mind, making her squirm slightly. But knowing the caliber of guys who were into rape, she would rather jump into the river first than have anything to do with them. it was the kind of thing done in dark alleys, dirty and degrading and often leading in death. It was every woman's greatest fear, to be stripped and taken with haste by a huge, filthy hairy cock of some street hobo. Who would ever want a thing like that? She sighed and turned once again on her back, sighing and looking up at the faintly moonlit white ceiling. 

The black form took her by surprise. She realized that she was completely, neatly pinned by him. It. Something. One strong hand held her hands over her head while the other ripped off her nightgown and panties. She suddenly could feel that it was a he, based on his gigantic erection pressing against her thigh. While strong, he was not very large, wiry and thin, but weighty. He reeked strongly of desire, and something infinitely wild but not entirely unpleasant. All of this faintly registered in her head as he crushed his mouth upon hers, hot and intense. He started playing with her left breast, tweaking her nipple cruelly and rolling it between his fingers until they unwontedly grew hard. She gasped. This was enough for him to gain access to her mouth with his tongue, which he thrust into her mouth repeatedly. She knew that in only a few minutes he would be doing the same thing to her pussy with his cock. She woke up then, as if from a languid stupor. No, she didn't want this, as good as it felt. She tried to struggle against him, but he simply held her hands tighter and ran his nails down the length of her side, to her knee. She surprised even herself when her hips bucked against his. She couldn't believe this was happening.

She couldn't believe how wet she was. Her thighs were damp with more than the humidity. He seemed very aware of this fact, as her removed his mouth from hers and set to biting and licking her nipples. His hand moved deftly from her thigh to her pussy, which he spread open wide with a thigh. She dully thought she should have stopped him, but instead was caught up in moaning in pleasure. His free hand trailed slowly, teasingly through her pubic hair, slipping a long finger into her dripping slit. He rubbed her clit deftly and hard, making her gasp as small sparks of pleasure exploded in her vision. This was only momentary, as he slipped his finger farther back, arching in the tight depths of her pussy and pushing repeatedly and hard on her g-spot, while his thumb continued his assault on her clit, rubbing in a circular motion that made her clit swell. She thrashed against him as she came, hard, gasping for breath as her eyes rolled up into her head. It was as if a huge bomb of sweetness had exploded in her, making her unable to do nothing but lose herself in the intensity of the feeling.

As she gradually came down from her plateau, she realized that her captor hadn't slackened his pace on either her nipples or her clit, and horrified but incredibly amazed she could feel herself becoming aroused again. She had never been able to do this, even when she brought herself to completion. Maybe it was that she never tried. And this stranger was hell-bent on having her achieve another orgasm, one just as intense. His hips too rocked more forcefully, his kisses along her neck grew fiercer, and his grip on her tightened, his nails faintly digging into her flesh.

Nothing before prepared her for what happened next. He instantly released her arms, but each arm took hold of an ankle, raising them high into the air and revealing her swollen, hot pussy to him. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and rammed it hard into her, impaling her on the length of him. He took his pleasure forcefully, slamming each time into what she was sure he knew was her g-spot, making her cry out despite herself. It was brutal and it

hurt, but she had never screamed so hard in her life. He thrust on and on, what seemed like forever to her, his cock sliding effortlessly into her pussy and his body pressing her legs into her chest. He occasionally nipped at her neck and breasts, and she found herself giving back every thrust she received.

The feeling hit her like a tidal wave. She saw lights and then darkness, her whole body clenching and then unclenching. She felt him stiffen above her and then release a torrent of seed into her. He lay with her a few seconds, panting, before fleeing silently into the

night. The night's exertions had taken its toll and she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning she woke up very, very sore and rather cold. She looked down to find herself covered by bite and scratch marks, and her thighs damp with cum. It simply couldn't be. It must have been a rapist of some kind, the sick pervert. She would never respond to such treatment. It was barbaric. It was brutal. It was decidedly hot. But she checked all of the windows and doors, finding them all locked from the inside. No one could have been inside her apartment.

She turned to get her glasses off of the nightstand, when a small, elegant sheet of paper caught her eye.

Written in exacting cursive in a style that had lost popularity two hundred years before, the paper had written on it, "I will be back."

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She sighed and paced her room, examining the piece of paper, holding up to the light, smelling it. It definitely was real. But her midnight guest had not come for the past month. She had waited up the next night with baited breath, waiting for what she was sure was going to be a second assault. Near daybreak she relieved her tension herself, conflictingly ashamed and relieved. Every part of her was embarrassed, thinking about it. She knew friends who had legitimately gotten raped, had seen how they suffered, and she felt guilty that it turned her on so much. She was a feminist; she should not have liked having a thing...a man take control of her and use her for his own pleasure. She should have hated him for the scratches, as they stung and slowly healed. Instead she was disappointed every morning when she awoke after a full night's sleep.

Of course she had made no mention of the events of that night to her friends. It was too complicated, too unlikely, too taboo. It was incredibly kinky. Her friends would be shocked and embarrassed at such a debauchery. They noticed the sparkle in her eye, and the rosiness in her cheeks, and inquired who she had laid, who the new man was. She could only play innocent with them, pretending that it was just the nice summer weather.

She paced, sighed and laid down, wishing that her lover was real, that he was not just a figment of her imagination or possibly an intense dream.

She had just fallen into the realm between waking and sleeping when she felt large, strong hands grab her and drag her out of bed onto the floor. She was forced to her knees as one hand held her hands above her, while the other grabbed the back of her head, forcing it forward. She struggled hard as his hot, long dick touched her lips, realizing he meant for her to suck on it. The thought revolted her and she attempted to turn her head. He simply held her hands tighter and held her nose. When she gasped for breath, he rammed his cock into her mouth, forcing her initially to gag as she took him deep into her mouth. She could see little, despise the light of the full moon, and was overwhelmed by that same wild musky odor from before, emanating from the hair at his crotch. It was intoxicating, making her slightly lightheaded as she breathed with her nose. She suddenly realized that she was enjoying this, slurping and sucking his hard dick with wild abandon, feeling it ram into her throat and violate her mouth. She began sucking harder and was rewarded with a groan from him.

In a cloud of self-satisfaction, she did not notice when he withdrew from her and drew her up sharply. He pinned her to his body and began tweaking her nipples and licking delicately, then harder just behind her right ear. She squirmed, which only lead to a long scrape of nails along her side. He played her masterfully, nipping, licking, tweaking and scratching her all over. He played with her pubic hair, first barely touching it, then running his nails up her mound roughly. She squirmed beneath him, begging at first for it to stop, then for him to please fuck her, hard. He disregarded all of her pleas, despite the trickle of wetness she could feel run down her leg. Her hips bucked in arousal and her body writhed as he continued down between her thighs, running a finger in her slit. He played with her clit masterfully, twirling it between his fingers, twisting and tweaking it, while using his other hand to play with her breast. She ground her as into his erection behind her, feeling the heat of it as it rubbed against her crack, inches from her asshole. Her entire body tensed up, tight as a bowstring before something snapped inside of her, making her tremble and spasm.

She was still in a haze when he roughly pushed her up against her dresser, scattering the items on it and forcing her to lean over until her breasts touched the cool wooden surface. This made her feel more vulnerable than before, because she knew exactly what he was going to do. More importantly, she was almost anticipating it. His hand roughly grabbed her neck, shoving her cheek onto the surface of the wood, where she could faintly see him behind her, reflected in the mirror. He was a shadowy figure, a silhouette against the moonlit room, with no discernible features, just a long, lean, muscled body. What surprised her the most was the combination of roughness and tenderness, as he both held on tightly to her neck and gently stroked behind her ear with his fingers, making the hairs on her head raise up. His thighs pressed up against hers, radiating a heat that reflected the burning warmth of his cock against her bottom. He had her neatly pinned, unable to move except for a bit of inconsequential flailing with her arms. 

With his free hand, he guided the tip of his cock along the lips of her pussy, briefly stopping at the opening of her anus. She was sure he was going to take her like that and dug into the surface of the dresser with her nails, her eyes squinted shut and preparing for the assault. instead, he guided his cock downward again along her pussy, rubbing it against her clit. She lost herself in the rhythm of it, pressing herself against his cock, especially when he only gently rubbed it against her, teasingly. 

Sensing her distraction, he tightened his grip on her neck, grabbed his cock and rammed it suddenly into her pussy. To her embarrassment, it was a low moan and not a cry of protest that escaped from her mouth. This only seemed to excite his lust, as his thrusts became faster and harder, plunging deep into her pussy and causing his balls to flap against her pussy. His nails left long bloody trails down her side although she barely noticed. She had never known anything to feel so good as that fucking. The way he thrust into her, so thick and slick, hitting that elusive g-spot, making her shudder. She was unable to think, unable to do anything more than hold on. She even found herself fighting the orgasm, wanting to savor the moment. She needed this fucking, she needed it so badly. the combination of one last, deep thrust and his cum shooting inside of her was enough to drive her over the edge. She convulsed, her pussy clenching around his cock and her fingers digging into wood and a scream of pleasure stuck in her throat.

She blinked at the sun in her eyes, sat up and realized that she was naked and sprawled out next to her dresser. Exhausted and sore, she dragged herself to bed to sleep for two hours before work.



Thief in the Night



It was almost one a.m. when the floodlight illuminating the rear of my car lot died without warning. I knew that this was it, the moment I had been waiting for was finally here and I had to concentrate just to avoid holding my breath in anticipation. Tonight was a once in a lifetime opportunity and there could be no mistakes. I had done everything in my power to make sure my plan went off without a hitch and, by some amazing twist of fate; she had unwittingly carried out her part of my plan to the letter.

The moonlight silhouetted her curvaceous little frame as she seemed to almost flow like liquid to the car door. Like me she wore all black but her hair shone a deep red as it was whipped up by the gentle breeze. Her sleeveless blouse was barely held closed by two buttons that strained desperately and did all they could to maintain her modesty. As she pushed herself up against the vehicle I could see the creamy flesh of her flat stomach perfectly contrasted with the black blouse and the black jeans that were slung low on her hips. I licked my lips lustfully at the sight of the black lace bra that peeked over the collar of the blouse.

She paused for a moment looking over her shoulder to ensure that she was alone and I took the opportunity to take in the shape of her body; the large round and full breasts that were still perky in spite of their size, the narrow waist and the sweeping curve of her hips. She was such a delicious sight I could feel my libido start to stir. With her back almost to me as she looked in the opposite direction I just had time to see the perfect shape of her ass before she forced the door open and slid gracefully into the driver's seat.

I let out a slow and silent breath as she pulled out the wires under the dashboard and in a few seconds she had hot-wired the car, strapped herself in and pulled out of the lot onto the asphalt. As she reached the end of the road and took a left I saw her shoulders relax and her white-knuckle grip loosen on the steering wheel. I fancied that I could hear her heart racing as the adrenaline took over and she threw the car into fourth gear and flew down the deserted street.

She let out a long sigh and a quiet little laugh and I knew what she was thinking. She thought it had been so easy and she'd got away without a hitch. But this was my plan and it was going to continue to go my way no matter what she thought. I had purposely placed her favorite car in a relatively hidden spot, had allowed her to see how to cut the lights out on the premises and had even shown her the fastest and most discreet way to put distance between herself and the lot.

She'd never met me, never seen my face but she had sent people in to me and I had given them everything she needed. I'd seen her work, seen the people she used. While she had been casing me I was casing her and she never knew. More than once I had witnessed her steal a vehicle and I knew that the silver 1967 Shelby Cobra sitting in my lot would be too much for her to resist.

Now as she slowed, preparing to pull out onto the highway, I cleared my throat and watched her face change from relaxed pleasure to anxious terror in the rear view mirror. The back seat where I had been hiding was completely in shadow and she could not see my face though her frightened eyes searched for me in the same mirror that reflected her nervously biting her bottom lip. The fearful little expression on her face made my cock twitch in anticipation.

"Eyes on the road," I growled throatily as she searched for a clue to my identity. Her flushed cheeks lost their color and her silvery eyes focused on the road ahead of her as I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Keep driving, don't turn around and do as you're told and we'll get on just fine."

She nodded and pulled smoothly out onto the highway, eyes focused on the road ahead almost completely devoid of traffic at this late hour. I inhaled deeply taking in the delicious fruity scent of her hair, the color of red wine and the sweet fragrance that she had lightly sprayed onto her creamy neck. I desperately wanted to taste her sweet red lips but forced myself to focus on my plan which would be its own reward.

I felt her tension as I reached around her seat and put one strong arm tightly around her stomach and held her still. With my other hand I brushed her hair back over to the opposite shoulder exposing her soft throat and whispered huskily against her ear once more. "Are you afraid?" I asked her, tracing a finger along her jaw line and down her neck.

She swallowed but shook her head and changed gear, pushing down on the accelerator as the speedometer made its way toward the 90 mark. Her speed was an act of defiance and bravado that excited me and my breath quickened as I slid my hand from her neck down her chest and undid the two teasing buttons on her blouse which popped open to expose her lace clad breasts. I cupped one in my hand and massaged it gently enjoying the coolness of her soft flesh in my warm hands and testing her boundaries.

She made no sound or movement other than to steer the speeding vehicle thrumming beneath us so I slipped my hand inside her bra and stroked the silken skin with a slightly trembling hand.

She arched her back a little, pushing herself more fully against my roaming hand and I let out a low chuckle. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you, you horny little slut," I mocked her breathily as my fingers circled a hardening nipple. "Look how tight your nipples have gone," I said, knowing that had she been able to see the rapidly swelling bulge in my jeans I'd have lost all control of the situation.

Her face flushed but she let out a little moan and continued to drive. I released my hold on her but she didn't move so I snaked my free hand behind her and undid the clasps on her bra and, releasing her breast, pulled the straps down over her shoulders through the arm holes of her blouse. She pulled her arms out one by one and I pulled the bra away letting it fall to her lap, her perfect round globes completely exposed and her nipples standing out proudly in front of her. I cupped both breasts feeling the weight of them and the soft texture of her skin against mine.

I gently squeezed her nipples and rolled them softly between my forefinger and thumbs and she let out a low moan of pleasure. Still, she kept the car straight and traveling at a steady 90 miles an hour. "Take the next exit and head back into town," I ordered her.

She looked doubtfully into her rear view mirror. "Eyes on the road and do as you're damn well told you little slut," I growled at her before she could seek me out with those questioning eyes. I tugged her nipples hard to enforce my command and she gasped in pain, her eyes darting back to the road ahead. I did not intend to keep her driving in the town for long as the high speed added to the excitement and tension of this experience. Still, I wanted to see how far I could go with this little game, how far I could push her without her objecting.

She took the exit and we arrived back into the town where I directed her toward the center knowing there would be other vehicles about. As I had hoped we soon came upon a red light and had to wait for the lights to change before going along our way. Another car pulled up beside us with two guys in their early twenties sitting in the front. I removed my hands from her breasts and pulled her hair back from her face, holding it in a ponytail in my hand and forcing her to face toward the young guys beside us as I leant back into the shadows. The passenger looked into our window and his jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the beautiful, half naked woman just arms reach away. He flailed at his friend in the driver's seat who followed his gaze, first frustrated then mesmerized.

Barely older than them herself, her face flushed and she looked down bashfully as the two stared lustily at her. My cock stiffened more as I watched her expression become a mixture of shame, excitement and desire. The lights turned amber to green and I let go of her hair allowing her to focus again on driving, quietly pleased that she had still not made any objections to my actions and demands. She kept her eyes on the road and said nothing as I put my arms around her and directed her back to the highway where we could pick up the pace once more.

As she calmed down and I felt her begin to relax again I started to slide my hands over her body with a feather light touch, discovering the contours of her body and causing her to shiver. She began to pick up speed again and I went back to kneading and massaging her fantastic breasts and leant forward to gently nibble and kiss the side of her neck. Her nipples instantly hardened once more and she groaned huskily leaning her head to one side to allow me better access to her neck.

I traced a line down her ribs and settled on the button of her jeans which came undone easily and the zip smoothly followed. Peering over her shoulder I was pleased to see a sexy pair of black lace panties still pleasantly contrasting with the silky creaminess of her stomach. "Lift up, keep driving," I told her. She lifted her hips and I slid her jeans down her thighs where they fell to her feet and she maneuvered them off, not even slowing down. Now only in her lace panties, unbuttoned blouse and a pair of black sandals with high heels she looked breathtakingly sexy and I could feel the slightly mollified bulge in my own jeans spring back to full salute.

I maneuvered a hand under the waistband of the lace undergarment and cupped her pussy feeling smooth skin with a narrow strip of hair just above her slit. I slid my middle finger forward and my cock twitched as I felt her warm and swollen cunt lips made slick with the moistness of her desire. Her breath caught in her throat as I teased her pussy with my fingers and she pushed her hips forward and spread her thighs, her slick lips opening like the petals of a flower beneath my questing hand.

"You're so wet, you're gonna make a mess on the seats," I mocked her once more as I lightly traced my fingers up and down the warm folds of her sex. "You're a whore," I growled in her ear, "you're desperate to get fucked, aren't you?" She said nothing so with the hand still massaging her breasts I twisted a nipple roughly and she gasped, her pussy twitching and becoming wetter still, her eyes closed for a moment. "Watch the road and answer me when I speak to you," I demanded in the most threatening voice I could possibly muster. "Tell me what you want, bitch. Tell me what you need."

Her eyes shot open and she stared at the road once more, licking her lips and taking a breath to answer me. I found myself holding my own breath as I realized that after all this waiting and planning I was finally going to hear her speak. I leant further forward and fell completely still, eager to take in every tone and every syllable that she would utter. She hesitated but she had a half smile on her face and I knew she had sensed my desperate desire to hear her speak, still I did not move, waiting.

It was just a moment but it felt like forever, until finally she answered me with an air of defiance that drove me into a sexual frenzy. "I need to fuck," she told me in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. "I want to feel your hard cock pounding into my pussy until you make me scream."

I felt like my cock would burst out of my jeans, I wanted her so bad, but I still had a little further to go before I finally gave in to my own needs and desires. The road ahead of us was straight and empty and she took the opportunity to stare into the rearview mirror with that same air of defiance radiating from her. I was positioned in such a way that only my eyes were clearly visible in the reflection and she stared into them as I stared back at her, defiance, passion, lust and anticipation filling the car. Still staring into one another's eyes I slid my finger down into her quivering pussy and found her clit with my thumb.

I held her gaze as I slowly fucked her tight little cunt with my forefinger and gently teased her swollen clit making her inhale sharply and grind her hips against my invading hand. "Fuck..." she whispered, squeezing the steering wheel and letting up a little on the gas.

My cock was so hard it almost hurt but I maintain my control as I told her, "Focus on the road you filthy little whore. I'm gonna finger fuck your cunt and you better not come until I say you can." She made the sexiest little moans and groans which made me have to fight my own desires even more but she pushed down on the accelerator once more and we resumed our 90 speed along the empty highway.

I catch her as she's looking at me again in the rearview mirror, so holding her gaze once more I pull my fingers out of her pussy, put them to my lips and slide them into my mouth to taste her juices. "Damn slut," I growled at her again, "you have the sweetest, tightest little cunt it has ever been my pleasure to force my way in to." She looked back to the road bashfully without saying a word but when I reached once more for her sopping wet pussy she parted her thighs further so I could squeeze back in and I smiled.

I took my other hand from her breasts and spread her slit wider while using the middle finger to tease her clit faster and more aggressively and to my amazement and delight her pussy got even wetter. I found that although she was still tight and her cunt muscles were squeezing vigorously I managed to push both my middle and my forefinger of my other hand inside her and she cried out in pleasure. I was impressed to see that the speed of the car did not change and she was managing to keep a tenuous grip on her self control. Her breathing became labored and I could tell that in spite of herself I was bringing her close to a climax.

I leant forward again and bit her neck making her jerk forward in her seat, her cunt was dripping wet as she grinds her hips as hard as she could against my hands and I fuck her as deep and hard as possible with my fingers. "I know you want it, but you're going to have to beg me like the little slut you are," I breathed into her ear. She was trembling with the effort of holding back and keeping control of the car but she continued to make a show of defiance, refusing to beg. "Ok, I'll stop then," I tell her.

"NO!" she cried out and I chuckled maliciously. "Please..." she moaned. "Please, let me come, I have to come. I'm going to pass out if I hold back any longer. Please..." her voice trailed off into a low, husky moan. I looked into the mirror and saw the pleading in her eyes and I knew that I had to have her soon or I was going to explode.

"Come for me, you filthy little whore," I commanded her and I finger fucked her pulsating cunt with every last bit of effort I had left in me. "Oooohhh, fuck yesssss!" she cried out loudly. "I can't hold back... fuck, I'm coming!" Her body stiffened and her foot pushed the accelerator right to the floor as she came all over my fingers buried deep inside her pussy. "That's it, come for me," I growled into her ear as she exploded in wave after wave of uncontrollable climax.

I slowed down and withdrew my hands from her slit as her body went limp and she began to regain a little control. I had her come all over my fingers and once again I raised them to my lips so I could taste her sweet juices some more. Her breathing slowed and she reduced the speed of the car to a steady 60 miles an hour while she composed herself a little. We were approaching a small lay-by where there was a restaurant and a parking lot with a couple of cars sat waiting to be claimed once more. "Pull over there," I told her, pointing. She did as she was asked and stopped the car but did not turn round or look in the rear view mirror.

I watched her for a moment, her breasts heaving as she struggled to regulate her breathing. Her skin was flushed, nipples hard and there were small bite marks on her neck and I knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. "I love you, Ashleigh," I said softly to the perfect young woman who became my best friend through an internet chat site more than a year before.

She smiled. "I knew it was you," she said.



Thief in the Night



Author Note: Thank you to the reader who requested this story, it was fun writing something so different from my usual!

Just a heads up going in - this story is FFF, there are no males involved whatsoever, so if you're looking for MF, this is not the story for you.

Hope you enjoy! 

*****

Gina lay back on the bed, arching as her girlfriend, Carrie, began to kiss her way down Gina's body. She loved watching Carrie moving over her... even though Carrie was four inches shorter than Gina and delicately boned, when they were lying down in bed, none of that mattered. Carrie was still in charge and she managed to make Gina feel both small and delicate, even though she was bigger and sturdier.

With her pale blonde hair that went just past her shoulders and big blue eyes, Carrie looked like an angel come to life, her ivory skin a gorgeous contrast to Gina's caramel hue. They weren't quite night and day, more like vanilla and chocolate-caramel. Gina had short, dark brown hair that she wore in a pixie cut and dark brown eyes to match. Looking at them, people always assumed that she was the 'butch' one, just because of her size, even though she always dressed in pretty, floral dresses and high heels. They'd be shocked to know how much she got off on Carrie bossing her around in bed.

"Mmm, that's it baby... put your hands up above your head." Carrie tongued around Gina's brown nipple, making the little bud pucker even tighter as it anxiously begged for attention. "I want to use the cuffs tonight."

Just the thought made Gina's pussy even wetter. She loved being totally at Carrie's mercy, and she obligingly put up her hands, curling her fingers around the vertical bars in the headboard. Instead of cuffing her right away, Carrie sucked Gina's nipple between her pink lips as a reward for obedience. Whimpering, Gina tightened her fingers around the bars. Whenever Carrie did this, she wanted to slide her fingers through the blonde mass of Carrie's hair, but that wasn't part of the game tonight... 

Instead, she had to wait, moaning and lifting her hips, trying to get more contact between her body and Carrie's, as her girlfriend hovered over her on all fours, sucking and nibbling on her nipple until it felt like it had swollen to twice its size while its partner ached for similar attention. Her fingers felt like they were going to break off the bars of the headboard... but of course they wouldn't. They'd had this bed specially made when they first moved in together, so that they could play their games and not have to worry about whether or not the furniture could stand up to them. The bars were wood, but they had a steel core and there was no way Gina could break them.

When Carrie lifted her head again, her blue eyes were flashing with hot desire, and she quickly secured Gina's wrists in their favorite pair of leather cuffs with the soft fur lining, the chain between them going around the slats so that Gina wouldn't be able to lower her arms even if she wanted to. Pausing to tweak Gina's nipple - the one she hadn't been sucking on - Carrie moved down to Gina's legs and put cuffs on them as well, spreading Gina's ankles wide and securing them to the bed, rendering her completely helpless.

Excitement pulsed through Gina as her girlfriend moved back up on top of her and latched onto Gina's neglected nipple with her mouth, fingers sliding between Gina's thighs and up to her pussy lips. She was almost completely shaven, except for a small strip on the top of her mound, and she moaned as Carrie's fingers played over her bare flesh, teasing the sensitive area but not dipping between the wet lips. 

"Please, Carrie, touch me," Gina begged, her hips lifting as a physical counterpart to her need. "Put your fingers in me, I need it so bad."

Carrie bit down on Gina's nipple, making her gasp and writhe, as her fingers suddenly slid over Gina's clit and between her soaked pussy lips. The little snap of pain, combined with the heady pleasure of Carrie's fingers stroking her pussy, had Gina's head spinning. It felt so good... she tugged on her restraints, her arousal increasing as her movement was restricted by the cuffs. 

Three of Carrie's fingers pushed inside of her, stretching her inner muscles and making her cry out as Carrie began kissing down the soft slope of her stomach; hot, little kisses that tickled and aroused at the same time. 

"Oh yes..." Gina shuddered as Carrie's tongue slid around her clit, her fingers moving slowly, rhythmically. "Faster, please, Carrie!"

Her plea was ignored, as she'd known it would be, but she'd had to make it anyway. When Gina was tied up, Carrie liked to take her time... it wasn't unusual for her to whip Gina into a frenzy and then stop just short of giving Gina an orgasm, playing with her in other ways instead, until Gina was practically crying with need. It turned Gina on when Carrie did that - made her wait, even if it drove her crazy while it was happening. 

Moaning, Gina lifted her hips up and down, trying to press her clit more firmly against Carrie's tongue, attempting to thrust Carrie's fingers into her. Carrie licked her swollen clit with firm, long strokes, setting Gina's nerves quivering as her orgasm built. Even knowing that it was likely Carrie would pull away before she could climax, Gina couldn't stop herself from trying to build the pleasure faster, her body crying out for it. 

Looking down at Carrie's blonde hair bobbing between her legs, her blue eyes staring up the length of Gina's body, watching her with hunger, ass high in the air, always turned Gina on. Right up until a small movement just past Carrie caught her eye, and she screamed - not in pleasure, but in shock and fright, and just a tinge of anger.

Standing in the doorway was a woman, dressed in all black, with a mask over her face. If she hadn't moved, Gina might not have seen her, considering that she was standing in the darkness of their bedroom doorway.

Startled out of her actions, Carrie's head spun around; she was crouched between Gina's legs, fingers still in Gina's wet pussy. Both of them froze as the woman lifted her hand, the dim light of the bedroom glinting off the gun she was holding.

"Don't move," the woman said, her voice husky. 

Fear shivered over Gina, cold and sharp, her pussy clenching around Carrie's fingers, which lay still inside of her. Oh god... she was naked and tied to their bed, and Carrie... well Carrie might be the boss in bed, but she was so much smaller than Gina. So much more vulnerable physically. 

"I'm not here to hurt you." The woman sounded sincere, although that didn't comfort either Gina or Carrie much. Moving into the room, gun still pointed at them, the woman walked around to the side of the bed, keeping her distance. She was at least five feet away. Even if Carrie lunged for her, there was no way she would reach the woman without being shot. And Gina... Gina was worse than useless in this situation. "Keep going."

"Keep going?" Gina squeaked out, totally taken off guard. 

"Yes," the woman said, her voice even huskier. She waved the gun at Carrie. "Keep fucking your girlfriend. I want to watch."

Oh god... Gina shuddered. The invasion of their privacy like this was... and yet, what else could they do. Carrie looked at her, eyes apologetic, and Gina nodded, giving her girlfriend the permission she needed. What else were they supposed to do? There was a maniac waving a gun at them.

She was sure that the mood had been shattered, but when Carrie leaned down at started licking her clit again, Gina's body was just as quick to get into the groove again. It felt awkward, as she bit back her moans, not wanting the armed intruder to hear her pleasure, uncomfortable with the unintended exhibitionism. Not that the woman was even looking at Gina's face; her eyes were locked onto Gina's pussy and Carrie's moving lips and tongue, Carrie's fingers as they moved in and out of Gina's body. 

Closing her eyes, Gina turned her head away from the woman... maybe she should just get off, then maybe the woman would leave them alone. Maybe she just wanted to see what a lesbian couple was like in bed, and once she had, she would go away. 

Pleasure mounted as she tried to convince her mind that nothing was wrong, as she focused on the sensation of Carrie's fingers gliding in and out of her, pressing against her g-spot, and Carrie's tongue swirling around her clit. She moved her hips, her body beginning the climb towards orgasm again... and then suddenly something changed. There was no way to describe what it was, but Gina knew that something was different.

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped as she saw the woman standing beside the bed, standing just behind Carrie and off to the side, her hand behind Carrie's body... and she immediately knew that the woman was fingering Carrie. She was fingering Gina's girlfriend while forcing her to pleasure Gina. Jealousy and anger swept through Gina in a wave, because she knew - she could tell - that Carrie was aroused. That she was receiving pleasure from it. She wasn't angry at Carrie - it wasn't her fault - but her arms ached to be released so that she could rip the woman's hands off of Carrie. The woman stared back at her, looking into Gina's eyes, her arm still moving, as she reached forward and pressed Carrie's face more firmly into Gina's pussy.

Despite the situation, ecstasy ripped through Gina as Carrie responded by pulling Gina's clit into her mouth and sucking on it hard. She cried out, hating herself for it, as she came while the stranger kept fingering Carrie, pressing Carrie's blonde head between Gina's caramel thighs. 

"She's a good pussy eater, huh?" The woman asked, pulling her hands away from them as Gina panted for breath, the pleasure dwindling. 

Pulling out a pair of metal cuffs, the woman grabbed Carrie's wrists and pulled them behind her, cuffing her hands behind her back. Carrie looked at Gina with a face of shame, and when Gina saw the glossy cream on two of the woman's gloved fingers, she knew why.

"It's okay," she whispered, knowing that the woman could still hear her, but unable to do restrain from at least trying to reassure her girlfriend. "It's okay."

"That's right," said the woman with an encouraging smile - or at least, that's what it looked like she was trying to do. It was hard to tell with the mask covering most of her face. "Everything's going to be okay as long as you do exactly what I tell you to."

The form fitting clothing she wore was all stretchy, as Carrie and Gina immediately found out. She backed away from them and stripped it off easily, revealing a gorgeously curved body. Gina's hourglass figure was better than hers, but she had long, lean muscles that obviously came from working out, and was a definite hottie. Between her legs, her mound was covered with neatly trimmed brown hair, and her nipples were a dark pink color, puckered and erect on her small breasts. 

She kept the mask on, which Gina found comforting. Wasn't there something about people not killing you as long as you didn't see their face? 

The woman walked back to the bed, her strides casual. Gina hadn't seen where she'd put the gun, but it didn't really matter now. The woman was at least as tall as Gina was, muscled, and moved with the casual grace of an athlete, while Gina was tied down to the bed and Carrie had her hands cuffed behind her back. They were no match for her at all right now. 

Pointing at Carrie, who was still kneeling between Gina's legs, the woman ordered, "Get off the bed."

As Carrie did so, the woman slid one hand into Carrie's blonde locks and pushed her down to her knees, right next to the bed. She spread her legs, showing off her shaved labia, putting one leg up on the bed so that Carrie's head was trapped between the mattress and the woman's splayed, wet pussy. The pink lips glistened with arousal, mere centimeters from Carrie's lips.

"Fuck me with your tongue, and your girlfriend doesn't get hurt."

"You don't have to do it!" Gina cried out, struggling against the cuffs binding her, even though she knew it was useless. She shrieked as the woman slapped her splayed pussy, which was swollen and sensitive from her orgasm. The woman's hand landed fully against her lips and clit and it stung and then burned from the impact. More humiliatingly, it made her throb - and not just from discomfort.

It also meant that Carrie was suddenly pressing her face into the woman's pussy, mingling Gina's juices with the woman's. The woman moaned, arching her hips forward so that the back of Carrie's head was pressed against the mattress, her chin tipped back as she energetically licked the woman's slit. Putting her hand on Gina's thigh, the woman slid her fingers up to Gina's pussy and pressed them in; Gina's teeth clenched to keep from crying out, not wanting Carrie to know that the woman was touching her. Carrie was going through enough right now. 

"Oh fuck... she is definitely a good little pussy licker, isn't she?" the woman asked the rhetorical question, obviously not actually looking for an answer as she started to finger fuck Gina, enjoying molesting her while being eaten out by her girlfriend. 

The worst part was, Gina was already still sensitive, her pussy still wet from Carrie's ministrations, and the woman was in possession of very talented fingers. She might be distracted by Carrie's tongue in her pussy, but she was able to focus well enough to hit all the right spots in Gina's tight sheath. Her fingers were longer than Carrie's going deeper, twisting and then pulling back out before delving back in. It was a violation that had Gina struggling against the pleasure, hating that she was feeling anything of the sort She clenched her jaw shut, not wanting Carrie to know what was happening, but that didn't stop the rising pleasure. 

She could look away, but she couldn't stop hearing the woman's moans and the sound of Carrie's slurping tongue, couldn't stop feeling the fingers that were thrusting inside of her, and couldn't stop the orgasm that was building inside of her. 

By the time the woman screamed out her orgasm, Gina's pussy was swollen and dripping, her body on edge with the need to cum... but as the woman had gotten closer to her own climax, she'd become less invested in fingering Gina, leaving her hanging. She actually almost whimpered when the woman's hand withdrew, without finishing her off.

"Damn that was good," the woman said, dragging Carrie up by her hair and bringing her over to Gina's. "Now kiss your girlfriend, so she can taste me on you."

"I'm sorry," Carrie whispered, right before she laid her lips on Gina's. Gina would have told her that it was okay, she didn't blame Carrie for any of this, but Gina's mouth was already on hers, her tongue already seeking Gina's, as if looking for comfort in the kiss. So Gina kissed her back, trying to give Carrie reassurance through their kiss. It wasn't that she didn't care that Carrie tasted of another woman's pussy, but it wasn't Carrie's fault.

Then Carrie was pulled away, rolled over onto the bed beside Gina, her arms still trapped behind her back, which thrust her breasts up towards the ceiling. Gina started to yell, but the woman shoved a gag into her mouth almost immediately. They had it for play time, but rarely ever used it; now all Gina could do was glare as the woman snapped it securely in place. It was a small ball gag that muffled any noises Gina made, but didn't choke her. She ran her tongue over the smooth rubber, an automatic reaction.

"You be nice and quiet while I give your girlfriend a reward," the woman said, patting the top of Gina's mound. Gina made a muffled sound of denial that was ignored as the woman crawled onto the bed, pushing Carrie's legs apart and pinning her down. Carrie struggled some, but weakly... she was outweighed and outmuscled, as well as obviously exhausted from her exertions so far. 

Gina's arms jerked on the chains again as the woman lowered her mouth to Carrie's pussy, pushing her arms underneath Carrie's thighs so that her hands could slide up to Carrie's breasts. She squeezed the soft mounds, pinching Carrie's pretty pink nipples into hard little buds, as she started eating Carrie out with obvious enjoyment. 

Even though she knew it would get her nowhere, Gina couldn't help but struggle. She hated seeing another woman's hands and mouth on Carrie's body, hated the guilt and pleasure in Carrie's eyes, hated the fact that her own body was still aroused and that seeing Carrie writhe pleasure for someone else didn't diminish it. 

"I'm sorry," Carrie said again, her voice higher as she twisted, squirming, obviously trying to get away from the woman. She gasped, her back arching, breasts thrusting upwards as the woman twisted her nipples, dark head moving between Carrie's thighs. "Gina, I'm sorry!"

Making as reassuring noises as she could, Gina shuddered as she watched Carrie's cheeks turn pink, her breathing begin to rapidly escalate as the woman worked her body over, forcing her towards orgasm. Gina already knew exactly how skilled the woman's fingers could be, she didn't doubt her mouth would be any less son, so even though it hurt to see Carrie climaxing for someone else, she knew that Carrie couldn't help it. Especially because Carrie had such a sensitive clit... Carrie liked to take her time playing with Gina's body because it was so easy for Carrie to cum, that was how she extended her own foreplay. If Gina played with Carrie in the same way, she'd be creaming herself in less than a minute. So Gina knew there was nothing Carrie could do against her own body.

Carrie's cried out her orgasm, her body writhing in ecstasy. "Please!" she begged. "Please!" And Gina knew that Carrie was begging the woman to stop. Her orgasms could be very intense and her clit was extremely sensitive after cumming, so Gina always gave her a minute or two to recover before touching her pussy again once Carrie had orgasmed. The woman obviously had no interest in providing such a courtesy - if anything, going by the sadistic hunger in her eyes, she was sucking on Carrie's clit harder than ever, while Carrie thrashed and sobbed with pleasure that had become so intense it was now indiscernible from pain. Gina couldn't help her fascination with seeing the result of Carrie's oversensitive response, even though she knew it wasn't by Carrie's choice.

Her girlfriend's face was now flushed bright red, the color moving all the way down her neck and to her chest, where her nipples were like hard, red cherries between the woman's fingers. Carrie's stomach muscles rippled as she screamed, her head tilting back and tears sliding down her cheeks, her expression caught between ecstasy and horror. 

"Stop, stop, please too much!" Carrie sobbed out, her legs struggling to push the woman away, heels kicking up uselessly.

The woman kept at Carrie's pussy for a few more long moments, before finally pulling away, the lower half of her face shiny with Carrie's cream. Relieved, Carrie's muscles all seemed to relax at once as she whimpered, curling into a small ball facing Gina, her entire body quivering with the after effects of her extended forced orgasm. Her blue eyes were glazed and dazed, as if her brain had been as overwhelmed as her body. 

"Delightful," the woman said, wiping off her mouth, her eyes gleaming as she looked down at her two conquests. Her eyes roved over Gina's spread and helpless body. "This is the best night I've had in years. I don't even think I'll steal anything from you two, you've been so hospitable... just one last thing before I go."

Gina screamed against her gag as the woman picked up the strap-on dildo waiting on the nightstand. She just laughed as she pressed the smaller of the fake cocks into her own pussy, securing the straps around her and adjusting them since she was both slimmer and taller than Carrie. Fisting the thick rubber cock that jutted out from her body - a pale pink, 7" long rubbery shaft with bumps and ridges decorating its entire length - she knelt between Gina's thighs.




Thief in the Night Pt. 01



Author's Note: This is a novella that will appear in four parts, two chapters each. It's the third in a loose chain that is my ode to 1980's pulp trash novels. You don't need to read the award winning Out Of The Past or Love On The Run (both on this site) to enjoy this story, but if you'd like to that's the order. I hope you enjoy, and comments/ratings are welcome.

Summary: Kerry Allen is a jewel thief on her last job: she must steal a rare diamond from a country auction and entrap her enemy. Turning him over to Interpol she will remain free of prison. Her godfather sends her a smart-alec hitman and an intractable sex god, Henry, to help her. But this is more than Kerry's last score: it is her chance to avenge her mother's death, and put her greatest danger behind bars. When the sparks fly between Kerry and Henry, can they keep their eyes on the prize long enough to survive?





Thief in the Night Pt. 01



"One point two, Euros," Henry acknowledged. "I'll do this, but never play games with me again, Georges."

"Forgive me, but much as a thief lives for the rush of stealing, a fence lives for the games of duplicity. Would you deny an old weak man his fun?"

Henry snorted. "Old? It was just two months ago I saw you knock down that young idiot in that bar brawl. You're not old and never weak."

Again Georges flashed his cat smile. "Kind of you to say. Shall I get you all you need to know? I have an invitation to the party built around the auction, and a background on all the players you'll interact with. Also, I have a good back story to tell my goddaughter."

"She's your goddaughter? I've known you for five years and you've never mentioned her once!"

"My friend, every time I see you each night you have a different woman on your arm, sometimes two. Now, as Frenchman I understand well, but my Kerry is a beautiful woman and half French in her blood. Seeing my good friend and my godchild using one another would bring me no joy."

Henry snorted. "And now you trust me with her?"

"Indeed. Through this last case you have been here eight months and in that time I have only seen you with three women. All French, all worldly, and all those you saw multiple times. I believe you are growing up.

"I trust your integrity and I feel you are the only one who can make Kerry listen."

"Why would she do that?"

Geroges smiled the cat-like smile for a long moment, saying nothing at first. He poured himself another glass and finally spoke. "I would do anything to see her safe and happy. But then again, I am French, and we live and die for a beautiful woman. You may be American, but here in France you be French now, yes?"

Henry thought to the only other woman he'd ever loved, and the night he had killed for her. It had changed him forever, but yes, he agreed. Women could work a man over better than any con artist. How many wars had been fought over one? Surely Helen of Troy hadn't been the first. Georges seemed to truly love the girl, and Henry understood that feeling well.

"Indeed, but let us hope no one dies for this one."

Georges just winked.





Thief in the Night Pt. 01



He kissed her, and it was like being pillaged and plundered by a Viking horde. He didn't kiss her so much as claim her body, and in that moment, her soul, with his lips. Without hesitation he parted hers and slid inside, making her head swim as her senses filled with his taste, his smell, the feel of him pressed against her, so heavy, hard, and hot.

She wanted to lift her legs, wrap them around his waist, rub against him until they were both panting. His hand cupped the full hefty weight of a breast and she cried out, needful and aroused beyond measure.

Then his words sank in, and this time her body listened and shoved him back. He stumbled, but didn't go far, smiling down at her as if her attempt were cute.

"Who the hell are you?"

"A friend of your godfather's. I'm here to make sure you don't get killed or imprisoned for the foolish stunt you're about to pull."

"Fool- Georges- How dare you!" She slammed one of her spiked heels down on his instep and shoved him back.

He tumbled off the step and nearly fell as she brushed past him, but Kerry didn't make it far before a hand snaked out and he grabbed her arm. With an iron grip he dragged her back and she saw temper had turned his eyes almost black.

"Little minx, can the dramatics! I'm not going to stop you. Billy's job is to watch your back; my job is to watch out for McCall."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

His smile was patronizing as he regained his full height, still holding her immobile. "I know everything. I owe Georges a few favors and he asked me to make sure McCall never gets a chance to hurt you in any way."

"Let me go. I don't know what game you're on about, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you can't blackmail me. You've got nothing!"

He swung her to face him head on, clutching both her arms. He moved so swiftly her hands splayed across his chest and she grabbed his lapels to hold her balance. 

"Sweetheart, my name is Henry Williams. I'm a lawyer from America. I needed some help with a case, getting some sensitive documents back. I'd met Georges before, and he set me up with another one of his thieves, Michel Lyons. Call your godfather now and ask...or you could come with me to my room in the house as my guest and look over the dossier he gave me."

"I'll call," she said with narrowed eyes. Jerking a hand back she found her cell phone in her purse and hit the first number on her speed dial.

"Allo allo," Georges said.

"It's me. I have a Henry Williams pawing me, he says you sent him."

"Nice, isn't he? You needed an in at the Dauphinee house, I got you one. He's there as a guest of Dauphinee's lawyer Marchal. They're expecting his wife tonight or tomorrow."

"Georges, you sent me Billy, that's all I asked for." 

"And I told you it's a three man job. I found you a third man. And darling, I know how you go through men. I got you one you can enjoy, but never go through like the others."

Spitting mad, she hung up on his laughter.

"I don't need you. Lord Dodd is a widower and lonely, and so old and deaf I can come and go from his rooms as I please."

Henry smiled."And according to Georges Lord Dodd also prefers very young men, younger than even Billy, who by the way is expected as my wife's personal bodyguard. It's simple, Kerry. Come with me, stay in my room, pretend to be my wife and I can protect you."

"I don't need protection."

"Georges thinks you do."

She looked down the street at a few couples leaving the bar and sighed. Figured, the seduction routine had likely been to bully her into accepting his high-handed help. And she'd fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. What fueled her temper was how calm he seemed, when, even now, her body wanted to rub against his and seek any pleasure to be had. Damn her hormones, and damn this man.

"What are you getting from all this?" she asked, at a loss. Nobody ever did anything for free. "How much is he paying you? I'll double it if you fuck off right now."

Henry smiled triumphantly and she hoped that meant he was preparing a number. "Not a cent." He let her go then and now she stumbled back in complete shock. "Just the hope to see more of that sweet heart-shaped ass."

So the price was her body. A very small part of her was complimented, but the bulk of her personality wanted to kill him with her bare hands for the insult. She barely resisted the urge to smack him, clenching her fists tight at her sides. "Fat chance. Good night Mr. Williams, you can go home to America. I don't require your services."

He grinned as she brushed past, and when he spoke something made her pause to listen, turning back. "I like a woman with spirit. I'll make you a deal. You have until five tomorrow evening. If you haven't found a doddering old man to con, I'll pick you and Billy up at your hotel."

She just glared and stalked off, unable to think of a proper put-down. For the first time in her entire life, a man had gotten the better of Kerry Allen.





Thief in the Night Pt. 01



"It'll make things easier if we draw less notice to ourselves. Going to be hard enough."

"Why's that?"

"A woman like you stops traffic. Sweetheart, you don't meld into the background."

The compliment was genuine and so she blushed, looking out the window as they pulled up. The house was classic, built up over generations who remained faithful to the original style, which she could tell now must have been around Louis the XIV. Far behind the house past the sculpted gardens was the shell of a twelfth century building, or at least a few short walls and buttresses still standing.

She knew the early crowd there to examine the house should be small, but there were enough cars she sensed most of the greedy party-seekers and vultures were descending early.

"Billy, make sure you open our doors, not the valet. He'll know where to bring the bags." Turning to Kerry Henry smiled. "You're supposed to be a successful lawyer's wife, so I doubt it would be appropriate, but my dear you'd look fantastic in a fur coat."

"Anally electrocuting small animals to wear their skin? No thanks."

"Says the woman with a leather fetish," Billy quipped as they came to a halt in front of the front stairs.

"Hey, I eat burgers, I use every part of the cow."

"Luv, there are leather cows, burger cows, and milk cows, and they are never the same ones."

Her reply was cut off as he hopped out and stared down the valet going for her door. Kerry took Billy's hand as he helped her out and then she stood, trying to look imperious as she surveyed the gravel drive, cars, and small staff out front.

She figured her role was social-climbing bitch. A lawyer's wife invited to the Dauphinee affair would have aspirations, and if she played sweet and innocent, nobody would buy it. Her mother had taught her well, and the easiest way to not stand out in someone's mind was to fit their expectations perfectly.

"Hardly new, is it?" She said as Henry alighted. She went for a flat, classic American accent and Billy smiled, though Henry almost blew it by a sudden start.

"Dear, the house is quite old with a long history."

She walked around to take his arm and Billy trailed like a good bodyguard, suddenly looking like a lethal predator pretending to obey a leash. Well, well, well, it seemed she wasn't the only chameleon. "Where are our rooms?"

Henry's eyes narrowed at the ease with which her new American accent looped over the consonants, none of the typical awkwardness of American A's for other English speakers. "Follow me."

Henry led them inside and up the stairs, stopping one of the staff to ask for a snack to be sent up to their suite. He hurried them along and they came to a room at the end of a short hallway to the left. Inside Henry shut the door quickly as she and Billy surveyed the room.

There was a sitting room, bathroom, and two bedrooms, one large and opulent and one likely designed for an infant. Now it held a simple bed, dresser, and nightstand, new looking and hastily purchases, all in black. The rest of the suite had a mint-green theme and was so delicate and frilly looking she feared her own light weight would break most of the chairs.

"American?" Henry asked.

"You are, it makes more sense."

"I do work in the UK sometimes."

She shrugged and slipped off her coat, tossing it across the back of the couch that was a hundred years newer than the other furniture. "I didn't know that. What's my name to be?"

"I've just mentioned a Mrs. Williams."

She looked to Billy who gave it a fast thought."Diane seems nice."

She smiled. "Good choice. From Diana, goddess of the hunt. I like it."

Henry frowned but grabbed her coat and brought it into the bedroom along with his. A knock came at the door and Billy slightly opened it, hand inside his suit jacket, but it was just staff with their bags. Billy fully opened the door and nodded to her. Time to play upstart lady-of-the-manor.

"Place my bags in with my husband's, the good leather. The frumpy black ones belong to my guard and go in that room."

Only one of the three seemed to understand English and nodded, explaining to the other two in French what she needed and the bags were disseminated. The next knock came before Billy could close the door and it was a young woman in an overdone maid costume who curtsied slowly. 

She looked around until she spotted Henry and Kerry didn't miss the flash of heat in the blonde's eyes. "La nourriture pour trois, monsieur."

"Asseyez-il là-bas, s'il vous plait," Henry replied politely but distantly.

Pouting, the blonde set the tray down on the coffee table Henry had pointed to and curtsied again, eyes only for Henry.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," Kerry muttered and rolled her eyes.

Billy suppressed a laugh and held the door open. The maid left and the staff porters did as well. He caught Kerry's look and grinned. "All she did was ask where to set the food."

Henry caught the other's man smile and sat on the couch. "We should all eat a small snack and go over plans. We will be expected at dinner and we need to have our stories straight."

Billy undid his suit jacket and tossed it lazily across a vase. "Luv, seems he's getting into the spirit of things."

Glaring Kerry sat gently on a chair with tiny, curved legs, a Chippendale knockoff she realized, probably made in the last thirty years. "This is not a game, Williams."

"Call me Henry. I understand, Kerry. Your last score, and old debt settled, great risk. No, it's not a game, and I hope you realize that. So tell me what the plan is."

Billy leafed through some of the small sandwiches and passed them over for the tiny tea cakes. "I'm to do recon the next couple of nights, under the guise I am checking out security. I'll spread the idea 'Diane' here is an heiress in her own right, that I was her bodyguard longer than you've been married. Once I locate the diamond I'll get what I can on the security system and bring it back here. Kerry will take over recon from there."

"So we have two nights before she's skulking about?"

"I am sitting right here," she said and threw her hands up. "Men. Salveaza-ma."

"What language is that, luv?"

"Romanian," Henry said before popping a tiny sandwich into his mouth.

Horrified, Kerry turned to him. "Don't tell me you speak it." Walking to the car from the hotel she had cursed Henry, his relatives, and all men in the language.

Swallowing, he smiled. "Nice to see you sweat. No, I don't, but Georges told me you do. German and Japanese as well, if I'm correct."

Billy smiled at the list. "Mate, of course. Those are the best languages for a thief to speak, it's were the markets are."

"And what about you, Billy?"

"Je parle le français. Ich spreche Deutsch auch.???????????????????????????. El español es el mejor lenguaje para el trabajo de saco negro en todo el mundo."

Henry blinked and nodded. "You have hidden depths."

"Not me, mate, I'm as shallow as they come, but I have all the tools necessary to do my job. I'm guessing you speak a few too. What is this, a UN meeting?"

"Hardly. It seems the only language we all have in common is German. I suggest we use that to talk in public of...nefarious things, but there are a few German nationals here. So we should use code."

Kerry rolled her eyes and made herself tea, eschewing the delicious looking food. A trim figure, good stamina, flexibility, and strength were her greatest allies as a thief. Mayonnaise and frosting were forbidden treats, so she selected a watercress sandwich and sighed. "No code. We don't discuss anything in public. After this, not even in these rooms. Only outside the house, alone. Is that understood?"

"Don't look to me, mate, this is her show. I'm just the hired help."

"Fine then. Kerry, for the next two days I suggest you spend most of your time in these rooms. McCall is here and we don't want to tip our hands."

"Oh, but we do." She set her tea down and sat back, crossing her legs. She didn't miss the way his eyes followed the movement and rather than make her feel powerful, she shivered like some simpering girl, and that made her frown. "McCall knows I am here as much as I knew he was. I want a contest. That's what you're for. He'll befriend you hoping to get information on me, but I want you to pump him for information."

Billy snickered childishly at that, but they both ignored him. "No," Henry said definitively. "Georges asked me to keep you safe, not help commit a felony."

The look she gave him was one Henry had never seen directed at him before, as if he were a very slow child who'd wandered into a physics class. "Keeping me safe is helping me commit a felony."

"It's okay, luv," Billy said, hands in the air trying to suppress the stare down Kerry had now engaged in with Henry. "McCall's got Smith with him, and I'm just Danny's type. You can rest assured I'll 'pump him for information.'"

Neither of the other two broke their gazes at his comical leer and Billy sighed, grabbing the rest of the petits fors and the tea pot as he stood. "I'll let you two fight this one out. I'll be unpacking in my room if you need me."

Kerry waited until she heard his door close and then counted to five, hoping to resist the urge to strangle Henry. "What the hell good are you then? It's a two man job. Two eyes on the prize and two on any dangers. If we're adding another pair the least you can do is help give me an edge, not do the job I'm paying Billy fifty grand already to do!"

"Oh, I'll shadow Franklin McCall, I'll be on him like white on rice. But the only information you'll get is if he intends to hurt you or Billy in any way. Other than that, I will not be any more complicit in a crime."

"Oh God," she shrank back. "You're not here trying to save my from myself, are you? 'Give up the life, go straight,' that sort of crap, are you? I have to warn you, I body check Hare Krishna's at airports."

"Charming, but no. I try to live a good life, but I've made mistakes and they haunt me still. As glad as I am to hear you're retiring, that's not why I'm here." His gaze swept over her body and heated.

"Nice. All this because you want to fuck me." At her frank words he looked shocked and Kerry smugly felt control seep back in. "I'll make you a deal then. If I fuck you, here, now, will you pretend you've been called away on some little errand that will take you away from this entire affair, leaving the wifey alone to shop at the auction?"

She expected him to be shocked at the frank offer, but all Henry did was smile, lifting one corner of his mouth as he leaned closer to her. Kerry shrank back into her chair but there wasn't enough padding to move far. 

"Oh, I'll fuck you, Kerry. Not right here, not right now. But soon. I will fuck you until you can't walk straight, I will fuck you in every possible position, every possible manner until you know the extreme limits of your pleasure. But I am not leaving this estate."

"Cocky, aren't you?" She tried for brave but it came out breathy.

His eyes softened into liquid chocolate. "Just experienced enough to know these things. I did not come here just to fuck you, though I admit that is a delicious sideline I know we both anticipate. 

"Now, McCall will not be joining the group for dinner, so you and I will. Go and change into something elegant and subtle."

She scurried away and ran around the table, aware his eyes followed her as she grasped the French doors of the bedroom. Stopping, she turned. "If it wasn't the sex that brought you here, what the devil did?"

"When you're aroused did you realize your accent gets stronger? If you're playing an American going to have to watch that."

Frustrated, she growled, and slammed the doors shut.





Thief in the Night Pt. 01



"Be safe," Henry said almost eagerly.

Billy winked at Kerry and disappeared back into the dark hall. She felt lost for a wild moment. Henry pulled off his jacket and began to loosen his tie, and somehow made the simple actions look like a predator crouching low in tall grass, getting ready to spring.

"Scotch?" she asked, crossing to the bar and praying for control.

"Yes. That dress is a felony."

"I suppose being a lawyer you'd know." She looked down at it and felt puzzled. It was her most demure LBD. She thought of the Jessica Rabbit quote, "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn this way," and smiled to herself.

She couldn't help it. Her mother had been stunning, damn near a real life Barbie Doll. Kerry had her father's brown hair, barely tamable, and his shade of blue to her eyes, dark like a stormy sea, but like her mother she was tall and curvaceous. It had been a bane during puberty, but in her career as a thief it had helped. Men never were at their sharpest when their blood left their brains. 

But there were plenty of times when it still sucked. Oh, yeah, she laughed to herself as she poured, poor baby, complaining about being too attractive. But often people assumed she was light in the intelligence department, despite two good, solid degrees in history and geology, specializing in minerals. 

"It does what it's supposed to," she said turning to find him close. It brought her up short and she shoved his Scotch at him and ducked around him. "No one was looking at me and thought 'master thief,' I can tell you that."

"I doubt they thought that," Henry said, watching her retreat to that damnable chair leaving the couches to him. She was nervous and it pleased him to see that, but he had to wonder. 

Her dossier from Georges had said she likely had as much experience with the opposite sex as he did, a fellow hunter. Yet every move he made towards her made her turn skittish. Either Georges was lying, or there was some secret she was hiding from him.

"Ker-"

"Diane," she reminded him.

"Ah, yes. 'Diane' have you told me everything?"

"Dumkoff!" she said sibilantly.

He settled on a couch and lazily toyed with his glass, smiling. "I'm sorry," he said in German. "I forgot. So, is there anything you're not telling me?"

Lots, she thought, but he didn't need to know everything. McCall was a living nightmare from her past, the man who had driven her mother to suicide, the man who had nearly derailed her career. The man who had once made her the greatest fool alive. He hated her with a passion, and Kerry had no idea why. Even her mother had known nothing, or kept her mouth shut.

"They whys of a job are not important," she replied in German. "You know the plans. We take the diamond, McCall is arrested for the theft, and all profits go to charity. I am paying Billy for his help, if it will keep you out of my hair I will pay you as well."

"I consider Georges a friend and I am doing this as a favor to him."

"Ah, yes, a favor. Does he know you have blatantly stated you want to fuck his god-daughter?"

"I believe he understands. The French," Henry shrugged and took a sip.

It occurred to her suddenly, coalescing in the back of her mind, that Henry was not an itch one could scratch. Sex with Henry was dangerous, and as much as that called to her, it made her wary. When all one risked was their health a condom prevented almost all worry, but when other parts of the anatomy were at risk...

She gulped down her entire glass of Scotch inelegantly. Where had that thought come in? Damn it, after this job he would disappear. From his tan and the light blond streaks in his hair she guessed he must work out of L.A. Three thousand miles between them would ensure nothing more than a dalliance.

"Where is your practice?"

"Washington D.C." He seemed surprised by her question and she winced.

Damn it, awfully close to NYC, her stomping grounds.

"Got a wife?"

"Why? Jealous?"

She glared at him. "Wondering if there's any way to blackmail you into behaving."

"Diane, what is the issue? We're two adults, we've both been around the block, we're both single, healthy, and supposed to pretend we're in love. Why can't we just have some fun?"

Because you are entirely more of a beast than those who have filled out my menagerie. Because you're different from the men I usually meet in my world. Because I'm afraid if I give you my body I might lose more, and I'm terrified that if I do and you ask me to abandon the vengeance I have hungered after for ten long years I just might.

"I'm going for a walk," she said suddenly and shot to her feet.

"No. McCall is around, I don't want you near him."

"It will happen. Billy is tailing him, I'll be fine."

He grabbed her arm in a light but unbreakable hold. "You're not going anywhere alone. Your recon is in two days, and when that happens I will trust you to do what needs to be done, but until then you're my responsibility."

"Henry, there are any number of women who would jump for the chance to share your bed. No one said we had to pretend to be a happily married couple. Why don't we pretend to be swingers? Hell, that woman I was talking to at dinner offered to buy you off me or trade, shall we walk to her room and offer her a freebie?"

Hurt winced through his eyes but for a long moment Henry was silently staring at her, and Kerry fought a blush.

"Why do you hate me?"

She jerked her arm and he let her go. "Because I just don't like you." Liar. "Because I don't like blondes." Liar. "Because I don't like pushy men." Liar. "Because I fucking hate lawyers." Well, that one was true, but Henry wasn't nearly as pompous or stuffy as the others she'd met.

More hurt showed in his eyes and she felt like an ass. Sighing, Kerry folded her arms. "Because this isn't a job. I don't give a shit about the diamond, nor the rush, the planning, getting away with it. Ten years ago I swore I would see Franklin McCall burn. I have spent every day of that time planning for this moment, building towards it, and now on the eve of triumph you come in here. You're bossy and pushy, and throw your weight around. Damn it, Henry, if you screw this up for me I'll..."

He folded his arms now and narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"Kill you." Because she meant it, she stalked out the door and slammed it behind her.





Thief in the Night Pt. 02







Thief in the Night Pt. 02



"That's personal."

"And your point is?"

She turned away and glanced back outside at the passing bucolic splendor. "None of this, even our downtime, is personal."

"You can say that after last night? After this morning? Hell, this is all about revenge on your ex-husband, and you don't get more personal than that. A part of me wondered if the flirting was a ploy to make McCall jealous, but I know you haven't faked it." He sighed as she froze. "Yes, Kerry, Georges told me. I don't judge. I assume McCall was your mentor and marriage was an extension of that."

She was silent, but he was patient, and outwaited her.

"No, not really." She didn't know why she had even responded, but if he already knew what Georges did, there was no point in holding back. "He was friends with my mother. They'd done some work together. But she handled paintings, object d'art and the like, not jewels as much. She introduced me to him and asked for help teaching me about jewels. He didn't really start until after she died.

"Yes, we married, but I was young and very stupid. I mean, in my line of work, finding another thief I can tolerate is an event. But it only lasted two years and change before I filed for divorce."

"What happened?"

That was the point where she knew she had to stop with the truth, but she couldn't really lie. "I found out he had killed someone I loved."

Henry had enough sense not to push any further at her icy tone and turned on the radio. He had satellite radio and she thanked God he found a station playing music she recognized as Chicago sang out about an insomniatic night. 

The silence was strangely comfortable. She realized it was because he wasn't pushing her for more. Too many men had over the years had and whenever a man tried to force her to open up she clammed up. Now that Henry seemed happy to let her be she didn't feel the need to be so guarded, but she just wasn't ready quite yet to tell the whole tale.

At last they pulled up to what looked to be an Inn that was aged gracefully over a couple of centuries. It was on the north end of a village whose name she couldn't pronounce with a pounded earth parking lot filled with higher-end cars.

She let him walk around and open her door, and when he took her hand to help her out the early afternoon sun glinted off the engagement ring she wore. Seeing his hand around hers and his ring along hers made her jerk her hand away, heart racing as some distant part of her she had never known wished for a moment it was real and not a façade.

Commitment phobia was almost a job requirement in her life, and even playing pretend was nearly making her hyperventilate. Strange, she had played similar ruses before and never once had a panic attack over a fake marriage. Nor ever had a silly daydream wedge into her mind.

He frowned but some god blessed her and her phone began to ring. "Could be Billy, hang on."

She recognized the number and felt ice splash her bones. "Excuse me a moment, it's important." She left Henry watching her as she crossed the lot towards the woods.

"Roger! Give me five good reasons I shouldn't be sneaking into your dingy little flat tonight to slit your throat."

"One, this line is monitored by my bosses. Two, you wouldn't make London by tonight. Three, I'm not in London. Four, you're no killer. And five, you are dying to ask me something."

"How the bloody hell do you know that?"

"My darling thief, you answered my call with a death threat. I am a detective at heart and thus in the tradition of great British detectives I conclude you found out about Mathers."

"Who is Mathers?"

"A harmless chap. Security only. He doesn't even have a firearm of any kind. I put him there not as backup for you, nor as a watchdog for you. He's there just to ensure nothing untoward happens."

"Talking in circles, Roger. You need to stop it. If you don't deliver on what you promised I will never pull this off. And I'll walk. I have the means to disappear so you'll never find me."

There was a long moment of silence, just long enough for that annoying voice in her head to ask why she had gone this route. She could have gone on the run, hidden away, but she had chosen to commit herself to catching the bad guys.

"All right, I'll pull him off."

"And any others there."

He was silent another long moment. "All right. But no double crossing. You may think there is a corner of this Earth I cannot find you, and you'd be wrong."

"Do it!" She hung up rudely, simmering. Pressing the END button on a mobile wasn't half as satisfying as slamming down an old fashioned telephone.

Damn it! She had one chance to get her own ass out of a sling, get McCall off her back, get revenge, and keep Interpol off Georges. If all went to plan McCall would be rotting in jail cursing her name, she would have a stable job and a clear conscience, and Georges would continue his life unabated. 

If anyone screwed it up and McCall got away, all the promised boons in her deal went up in smoke. And she would spend the rest of her life a hunted criminal.

"Are you all right?"

She whirled and found Henry standing there, watching her with true concern.

"I am fine." She squared her shoulders and glanced past him. Sure, the sex had been good, damn good, but now more than ever she knew she couldn't afford any distractions. "Let's go in. If they don't speak English and you order, promise me no snails."

"What about-"

"And no frogs!"





Thief in the Night Pt. 02



"He's here."

"Ahhhh, now it makes sense. Well, to continue, hermano, seems there was a bit of a fluke. Nine months ago, it appears Kerry Allen walked into an Interpol office and admitted to being the second Simian. The trick is she said she could get them a bigger fish, the Night Hawk."

"McCall."

"Makes sense. She cut a deal: she gives them McCall and her friend and yours Georges the fence walks the streets in retirement a free man until the end of his days."

"And what about her?"

"She's going to work for them. Like they say, you have to set a thief to catch a thief."

He tried to imagine Kerry in tight little skirt and needle heels sitting behind a desk, chewing on a pen as she went over records of some thief. She'd be daydreaming of being in his or her place, shivering as she imagine the thrill of the steal. Would the hunt be as satisfying? Would it arouse her as much as stealing when she caught her man? Better yet, did her new job mean she'd own handcuffs? "Interesting."

"She's playing it real close to the vest. She refuses to give any information to Interpol. Not sure why. You could likely hand McCall over tonight, the have prints on him."

"No. Jon, there is something real personal between them. I won't take away this..."

"Collar?"

"Thank you. I won't take this collar away from her."

Jon was quiet for a long moment. "You must really like her. A boy scout bending the law."

"She said McCall killed someone she loved."

"Only deaths I can find around her are her father's when she was real young, he died in an auto accident, driving drunk he hit a tree. Then her mother killed herself when she was nineteen or so."

Henry winced. Poor woman, it hadn't been an easy life. "What all did you find on her?"

"She's real interesting, got a resume that reads almost like a Bond villain, the kind you root for. Dad was Jackson Allen, born in Northern Ireland to a very well-off family, banking money. He married for love, Jeanette Allen has a title, baroness, French born, but impoverished when they didn't approve of the marriage. Jackson jilted a family-picked fiancée for her and they were cut off from his family. He was a rich playboy until he met Jeanette, no real trade, but made do consulting until his death.

"Jeanette had no real life skills aside from thieving, and I would love to know how she fell into that. Three years after Jackson's death their circumstances improved. Kerry's mother's family gave her a trust fund and allowed Jeanette to receive the interest on it for Kerry's schooling. Then when she hit eighteen she got a trust from daddy's family. Twenty-five million dollars total, American, originally, with interest over the years it's at almost forty."

"How so?"

"She never touched it, for some reason. She has money, wise investments, started young. Little seed money here and there from her thefts, and she took that and made it work. Nothing new put in since she was twenty-two. She's a completely self-made woman." 

Henry smiled at that, and then it hit him. "The mother...Jeanette...how did she kill herself?"

"Slit her wrists in the bath. No note. Her daughter found her."

"Jesus."

"I know. Why?"

"I think she believes McCall killed her mother."

"Then why did she marry him?"

"Maybe she found out too late, hence the hasty divorce."

Something was wrong with what he was hearing, and what he had sensed in Kerry's words. "I wanted you to research Kerry and McCall."

"I'll email what I have on Kerry, got a lot, and I'll keep going on McCall. But Henry, are you sure?"

"About what?"

"When I met Cynthia...you know the story. She was a fugitive and I was to bring her in on a deal. Once I sat in an office reading a file on her, and looking back, I began falling in love with her before we ever met."

"So?"

"So...this Kerry woman...are you...uh, well, is she the one you told Cyn about?"

"Does it matter?"

"Look man, you're my best friend, so I say this with love, all right? Seriously, I love you man, but I know you mourned Cyn a long time. I trust you both to the ends of the earth, but still, seeing you settle down with someone would take a load off my mind. Sorry, man, it's the Latino machismo."

"Boy howdy."

"But I've seen your type. What Cyn did, she did to survive. This girl...whatever her mother did she could have waited a little over a year, taken her trust fund, and lived high on the hog. But she stole for the fun of it, and from what Michel tells me it's a worse addiction than heroin."

"So good of him to share. What exactly is your point?"

"In short, stealing is wrong, and if anyone on this planet could be Superman, it'd be you. Truth, justice, and the American way."

Henry sighed. "You know as well as I do that man died that day..." he didn't finish, but he knew Jon remembered the day Henry had killed that DEA agent named Soto. "Look, just get me what you can, and can you put Cynthia on?"

"Why?"

"She's my lawyer, and I'm thinking of killing a man."





Thief in the Night Pt. 02



His hips began to pump in time with his panting moans and his hands began to force her movements rather than follow them. Kerry didn't care, he was close, Henry was a thing of beauty, and at that moment he was hers. She felt powerful, she felt like a goddess, and she wanted him to come, wanted to hear him cry out and shake and know she had brought him to that shimmering plane.

Suddenly he jerked her back and she disengaged with a cry.

"Oh, sweetheart, knowing you liked that almost as much as I did threatens my control." With that his grabbed her and Kerry was helpless as he dragged her up, forcing her to straddle his head.

She merely had time to grab the headboard and then he descended, raising his head and devouring her. One hand cupped her ass, pressing her to him as he licked in large circles, teasing her lips and clit with every pass before suckling and flicking her nubbin. His other hand sought out a breast, massaging it, pinching the nipple harshly, and her pleasure spiked.

"Yes! God, yes, Henry!" she shrieked, body tightening as she rode him, determined to find another peak.

Just as she felt it close, pressing at her, begging to make her explode he jerked her off.

For a big man he could move like lightening, she thought with a groan. He tossed her down onto her back, leaned over to the nightstand and found a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on in three seconds flat before staring down at her, hard. There was more beast than man in that hot gaze and she shivered, and answering call deep inside purring.

"Not like this."

He flipped her with little effort and she found herself on her stomach. She started to rise to her hands and knees, shivering in anticipation of being taken like and animal but suddenly he was there. His legs straddled hers, slammed them together, and his hips dipped.

That huge cock pressed into her impossibly, guided by his hand, and then he found her entrance and his thick head split her. He planted his hands on her sides and slid in, and it felt impossibly deep as he slid home to bump into her cervix. There was pain, but a deep keening pleasure, and she gasped, blinking.

"Hold the headboard," he commanded, and his tone made it clear she had no choice.

She did as he said and he began to thrust. There was no artifice, just pure bestial need. It wasn't exactly what she needed but the sensations were overwhelming. She couldn't move, couldn't thrust back, just had to take what Henry gave and what he gave was everything. He grunted, slamming into her so hard the bed shook.

She moaned, desperate, confused, delighted, and at the sound one of his hands stole between her and the mattress. With furtive attempts he found her pussy and curled his fingers into her as much as he could. His piercing thrusts drove her against his hand, her clitoris singing at the attention, and she came.

Kerry's orgasm was a dark, living thing, seizing control of her. Her pussy throbbed, ached sweetly with it as she felt him moving like a flash, deep inside, slamming into her cervix now. She clawed at the headboard, screaming into the pillow, and then finally he let out a bellow and slammed into with such blinding speed and force she was breathless, still pulsing around him.

He came, his movements so rough she knew there would be bruising and Kerry delighted in it, lapping up their mingled pleasure like a cat with cream. It was so pure, so elemental, she wanted it to last forever in that moment, but all too soon his heavy weight settled on her. Her pussy still clenched, fluttering with her weakening orgasm, and she felt too good to protest.

It was hard to breathe but she didn't mind. He was still inside her, softening, his body lax but still heavy, hot, and hard all around her. God, why couldn't she have found this kind of passion after this affair? With McCall in prison and her new life on the side of the law, it would be easy. But part of her deal was she leave her life behind. The only people she would have contact with were fences she knew, but Kerry Allen would be reborn as someone else. That someone else could take the time to explore the limits of this passion fully, but Henry was going to be left behind with the rest.

With a groan he pulled out and rolled over and she rolled to her back, feeling momentarily bereft as he disposed of the condom. The clock told her they had two hours until dinner, just half an hour until her alarm would go off.

He came back and dragged her into his arms. "We should nap."

"I don't think cuddling is such a good idea."

"Then you're welcome to the couch."

His tone was playful so she merely slapped at his arm. "Seriously, I don't think we should do this."

One his side he raised up, cradling his head on one arm, his long blonde hair trailing over her skin. Smiling, he asked, "Why? If this is just sex, and the sex is about feeling good, what can it hurt to do something after sex that feels good?"

Defeated by her own logic. Kerry gritted her teeth, but damn him it did feel good. "Fine."

He laid down and quickly fell asleep, but Kerry lingered awake. For the first time since she had put her plans into motion almost two years ago, she was questioning everything. Turning, she watched him sleep. With his hair loose, a smug little satisfied smile on his lips, he looked like a sated Viking conqueror. He was exactly the kind of man she had always avoided, and now she knew why.

God help her, Kerry couldn't resist him.





Thief in the Night Pt. 02



"So could Hawthorne be on the straight and narrow?"

"I don't know. Something smells off here. Let me do some more checking and see what is going on. It does seem Kerry's offer is legit."

"Christ, this feels off, Jon. The FBI, any national agency I know doesn't work this way."

"I just know the DEA and we sometimes had similar operations. Of course, drugs are a completely different world than art."

"Very true. What do you have on McCall?"

"Nothing in the short time it's been since we talked. Just be patient. Look, the deal with Kerry is she has to start a new life. She'll work for Interpol but have a new identity, protection, the whole works. You know what that's like."

"So?"

"So? Don't fall for this one, Henry. There's no future. She has to either start over fresh without you, or she'll go to prison for life."

"Maybe if she had another deal there could be a third option."

"Europe has her and they won't let her go. The FBI will have little to offer her here. Just enjoy what you have, help her make the right choice, and let her go. It's the nicest thing you can do."

Henry murmured agreement and hung up, staring at the shimmering light of the lit pool. Henry mostly handled estates and trusts with international jurisdiction issues, Cynthia was the criminal lawyer, and Jon was a former DEA agent. 

He knew they were right, but the last time he had let a woman he loved walk out of his life she had come back ten years later head over heels in love with another man. He didn't know just what he and Kerry had, but he would be damned if he was going to let it fall apart because he was doing the right thing.

He'd always been a Boy Scout, the honorable white knight. He was sick of it. It had let Cynthia slip from his grasp, it had driven Sharon off. Being the good guy had never really won him anything in life other than long, lonely nights.

It was time to change all that.





Thief in the Night Pt. 03a







Thief in the Night Pt. 03a



"I do rather like thrillers."

"Legal thrillers?"

He laughed, confirming her suspicion. "So why don't we see if we can find this partner, then grab some coffee, perhaps some food, and talk more?"

"Sounds like a plan. Park in the lot for the market. There is only one hotel so we'll try there first."

"And if he's not there?"

"There's a long-term rooming house the north end of town, a B&B by the woods, places it would more difficult to hide meeting with Danny or McCall. If nothing pans out I suppose we'll have to see about rental houses."

He parked and shut off the engine. "Let's try this: what do you know about the tech man?"

She had to think for a long moment. "McCall is likely using either Giancarlo Ferroni from Siciliy or Noah Litt. That would be good, both are under fifty, heterosexual, and single. I could very easily lure them out for a drink and you could plant the bug." 

He pulled out his mobile and dialed while she waited.

"Hi, it's me. Sorry to wake you. Can you do a quick check and tell me if Noah Litt and- who was the other?" He turned to Kerry.

"Giancarlo Ferroni."

"Right. Giancarlo Ferroni, if either men are in France."

There was a long three minute pause. 

"No? Hold on, let me ask." He turned again with a sigh. "Who else?"

"McCall is particular. I guess- oh, I hope not, but Mary MacDougall is his sometimes ally."

"Mary MacDougal. If we're lucky she's here and traveled under her own name."

Another long pause.

"Thanks. I'll explain later. Bye."

She could hear the man on the other end yelling as Henry rudely hung up. "Well Giancarlo is currently in police custody in Toledo, and Noah is in the middle of purchasing a boat in Venice, so it's likely not them. Who is this Mary MacDougall?"

"Computer whiz. Scottish, young, a prodigy. She was a hacker at seventeen, her first arrest, and a short stint in jail netted her some profitable connections. Not good for us at all, she knows me and hates me."

"And she looks like?"

"Five seven, average build, bright red hair, freckles across the nose, thick glasses, pretty, hyperkinetic."

"And does she like men?"

"The way fish like water."

"Follow me," he said with a smile and alighted.

He walked her to a hat shop and insisted on buying her a wide brimmed floppy hat that matched her casual shirt. She felt foolish in it, such a hat and sneakers! It felt like a sin, but it helped disguise her, particularly when she put on her sunglasses.

They walked to the hotel she had so recently checked out of and Henry proved money trumped subterfuge when a nice bribe for the desk clerk confirmed such a redhead had checked in the night before with lots of luggage, and booked her stay through the end of the auction. Henry's money didn't buy them any phone call or visitor information, however.

"Let's go to the tea shop across the street," Henry said and drove her quickly out the door.

He ordered for them and got her a coffee. Sure, half her DNA was Irish but Kerry couldn't stand so much hot tea in her system. She was Americanized enough to think of tea as an iced summer drink.

"Tell me everyone you know of that this Mary knows. Preferably someone she might likely trust, but doesn't know well."

"Why?" She followed Henry to a small table by the window and slid into the chair he held out for her.

"Well, let's say it is I who offers her a drink, and you who gets into the room. Better that way, don't you think? You, after all, know how to get into a locked room better than I do."

"Well- yes, but-" she sighed. "All right. The flash of jealousy was bile in her system. Henry was an indulgence at the moment, an ill-timed passionate affair, and that was all. Reservedly she lowered her drink and sat up. "Mary is thirty-six but looks in her late twenties. Good genes. She's been a computer whiz for many years, was part of a group in Australia that stirred up trouble a while back, keeping her from legitimate circles. She left the country and came back to the UK to take jobs through men like Georges, albeit men much less honorable than he.

"I'd say, if you can swing an Australian accent, your best bet is to present yourself as a friend of Condor, aka Julian. He was the leader. They rarely met in person and anyone they knew would have had code names. So mention you knew Condor when you started out as a lawyer, or pick something else. Julian was into gambling, so a bookie works, or pimp."

He smiled. "So my choices are lawyer, bookie, or pimp."

He said it all in a nearly perfect Sydney accent.

"Well, color me impressed. Just don't overthink it: keep it simple. She's easily distracted by a pretty face."

"Pretty? Is that revenge for calling you cute?"

"Hardly. You know what I mean."

He sat back, eyes glittering. "Do I?"

"You bloody well know you're handsome so quit fishing for flattery!"

He just smiled at that.

"All right, so when we see her, just stroll out, bump into her. Invite her for a drink. Even if she's busy she'll follow and try to set up an assignation."

"How much time do you need?"

"Twenty minutes. Get a beer. And don't kiss her, I hear she has herpes."

His lips quirked. "Jealous?"

"Hardly, just want to remain clean."

An awkward silence fell as they both thought back to the night before. Twice they had come together without thought of safety, only passion. Both began to ponder the deeper implications of it, but for Kerry it felt like lifting the same lid Pandora once had, and she slammed it shut and sat up straight. "I'll be in and out as fast as I can."

He nodded.

Turning to the window she slammed her coffee down and saw a flash of red hair through the hotel window across the street. "She just got off the elevator. Ready?"

Henry grinned. "As I'll ever be."

She watched him go and narrowed her eyes behind her sunglasses. Sure, he had come over to the dark side, but was it just a game to him?

Collecting her purse she stood with a sigh. It didn't matter, it couldn't. All that mattered was she knew it was her life on the line. She'd sworn a promise to her mother and she wasn't going to fail now. Not for Roger and Interpol, not for McCall's petty ambitions, and most of all not for a handsome, intelligent, compelling man who made her feel as if she'd lost her mind.





Thief in the Night Pt. 03a



She dressed and he pulled an old t-shirt from the trunk and shrugged it on. "We have time before dinner. Let's stay. I want to talk."

Alarm bells rang out through her head. "We've both been skipping the gym lately. Perhaps we should head back, work out, then have dinner."

"Talk first," he said.

With a sigh she padded to a tree and sat at the roots, leaning back. "Wonderful. The worst words in any language are 'we need to talk,' you know."

He sat beside her and smiled, pulling his messy hair free and combing it with a finger. "That's why I didn't say them."

"Look, if you want to take anything said in the heat of passion literally, you're a fool and-"

"Don't."

"Pardon?"

"Lie to yourself all you want. But don't lie to me, Kerry. Do you think you're the only one overwhelmed at what we have between us? I wasn't planning on this. I have a job, which I'm good at, and I usually enjoy sport fucking, which I'm also good at. This is confusing and messy and thrilling, and not a little overwhelming."

"Bob's your uncle," she muttered. A large and growing part of her wanted to know just what he meant, just what he was feeling, but she fought it. 

He laughed softly. "I can see the battle on your face. I feel the same way. All right, I'll explain my situation first, then you explain yours. Agreed?"

She nodded.

"I'm from Florida. Miami. My dad was an international lawyer, mostly helped with business deals between Puerto Rico and the U.S. and aided Cuban refugees. My mom died when I was young. I grew up the good guy, always the good guy. Good grades, played football, American football, had a steady girlfriend in high school I loved.

"She got into trouble, had to go on the run. I went to college, Northwestern. Over the years I knew I went into international law with the idea I could help her. I met a great woman in college, Sharon. She proposed to me and we were engaged exactly a month before she told me I was still in love with my high school sweetheart and left me, a mercy on us both.

"Jessie, my high school girlfriend, came back in love with a rogue DEA agent. I got embroiled. She was kidnapped and I was attacked. I shot and killed a DEA agent who was working for a drug cartel under the table. It...changed me.

"I gave Jessie and her man a new life, new identities. I set them up in a home I was renting from a friend from college who lives in the Virgin Islands now. Now Cynthia and Jon, we're good friends. She went into international law as well, criminal law, determined to help people like herself. Given the climate of the world today we set up shop in D.C.

"Since their wedding it's been casual sex for me. I don't do relationships. And then I get an interesting case in France, meet Georges, and when I tell him I need a vacation he sent me into this. 

"I don't know what's really going on, here, on this caper or between us. I just know I don't want to treat this like just an augmented one night stand. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, stubborn, and infuriating woman I've ever known, and I just can't seem to get enough of you, even though you might actually hate my guts."

She was shocked by that, and winced with guilt. "I don't hate you. It's just...were this any other time in my life, I could deal with it. But this caper as you call it, it means everything to me."

"Then start there."

"I have to go back to the beginning."

"We have time."

She took a shaky breath. This was a greater deal of intimacy than she had ever known.

"My father comes from a banking family, Northern Ireland. Dad was the oldest, uncle Seamus is ten years younger. Dad was supposed to marry a girl with family ties to the Whitney-Vanderbuilts in America and the Rothschilds in Germany. But then he met mom." 

She found herself smiling, remembering their stories. "Mom comes from a family with a minor title and money. Nothing like dad's had, but enough to keep up with the Joneses. Mom studied art history at the Sorbonne and since she was on the outs with her family had made money in college stealing, where she met Georges who showed her the ropes.

"It was love at first sight. Dad jilted his fiancé and married mom after knowing her a week. Both families were shocked. At first mom's were hopeful but dad's cut him off. Everyone disowned him. The only friend who would talk to him was Franklin McCall, Seamus' best friend. When that happened mom's family decided to cut her off, but she was pregnant with me.

"They set up a trust fund for me and let mom and dad have the interest. Dad invested and took McCall under his wing. But things went sour and my mom took back to second story work after I was born. Dad started drinking. Irish blood and British sensibilities," she added with a shrug.

"He was driving drunk, hit a tree, died on impact. We found out dad had debts, deep debts. Mom had to flee and with McCall's help we got to New York. Dad's family stepped in and paid and set up a trust for me, but withheld the interest.

"McCall became mom's confidant. Somewhere along the way he'd become a thief. He always was a social climber, he and Seamus met on the playground but McCall's family is barely middle class. He was only five years younger than mom and I have to admit there have been times I wondered if they were lovers, but I doubt it.

"When I started to learn the ropes I learned from mom and McCall. She'd been depressed since dad's death and nothing cheered her up, no matter how successful we were. The night I found her dead she'd been acting strange. McCall had been staying with us. I'd been pulling most of my job in the U.S. and the FBI was closing in.

"I went out for Chinese and came back. She was in the tub, wrists slit, a bottle of sleeping pills next to her. There was a note. It said Je suis désolé."

"I'm sorry," Henry translated softly and she nodded.

"I'll come back to it in a minute. McCall offered to marry me. It was a win-win-win. He had some pull with the FBI to get them off my back. He had property in Europe and as his wife I could move operations there. And, if married. I had access to the trust fund from my father's family. So we married in a civil ceremony and left for Switzerland. The tax breaks for the wealthy are insane there.

"It wasn't a love match. I- I guess I started to feel something for him, but in my life I have only ever truly loved my parents and Georges. It was a short time later McCall told me he'd come over that night, he'd spoken to my mother while I was out waiting on vegetable kow. See, it always bothered me the suicide note was in French."

"But your mother was French."

"That's what the police reasoned. So nice and neat. She dies, the Simian dies with her. I start fresh, free of suspicion, McCall gets his hands on some of the Allen fortune...and he gets a stupid kid for a wife, a woman hungry for a father, eager to learn the ways of the underworld, who will do anything he says. Hard to pull off with a fiercely protective mother.

"Mom had to know I would find her. Suicide is often an impulse, I know, but she never, ever would have forgotten for a moment I didn't know French. She was the one who decided not to teach me. She hated France, she hated her family, and anything French meant remembering that. She never spoke it at home, not even when she dropped something on her toe. In her mind, she became American and would just yell 'motherfuck!' or otherwise curse in English. She never would have written the note in French, not knowing I would find her."

"So you suspect McCall of foul play?"

"I do. We argued, and I accused. He threw back that she was his lover, that he drove her to suicide but didn't kill her. He laughed, was proud of gaslighting her. I tried to hurt him but he got away. He left me and disappeared.

"That night I cried. I didn't cry when I found her, not at the funeral, not until that night months later. I went outside in this little unpronounceable Swiss town and dug into the earth with my bare hands until they bled. That's where my mom was, after all, even thousands of miles away I knew she was in the cold, hard ground. I swore to her I would get revenge.

"I'm not a killer, I'm not a brawler. So the best I can do is let McCall rot in prison for the rest of his life. And I will visit him, every month, remind him of what he lost until he too goes mad. But I will make sure wherever he is held they never let him kill himself, that he lives the rest of his miserable life in pain and agony."

Henry was absolutely speechless, impressed by her determination, and made a mental note to never truly piss her off. The woman held grudges on a Cecil B. Demille scale, but he couldn't fault her. Having known loss in his own life, he knew there were no words of true condolence, and merely reached out and took her hand.

"For a long time I worked on my skills. I took a lot of job for Jewish people whose family treasures had been taken by Nazis, locked forever in Swiss Banks. I retrieved them."

Now he was impressed. "You robbed Swiss banks!?"

"I said I was sharpening my skills. And then I became the Simian, drawing McCall out. For five years now we've danced around one another. This is it, my last chance to get revenge. That is what is on the line."

She finally met his eyes and saw a mix of emotions there. "It's all I've lived for since the day I made my vow. Sport-fucking, as you say, is my M.O. I don't have time for more. You're the worst kind of complication, Henry. "

"Oh?" he asked with deceptive lightness.

"You make me forget myself. I want you, almost all the goddamn time. I think about you when you're not around. I forget why I'm there. And you're obstinate, argumentative, high handed. I don't know what I feel for you, but I know I feel something, and I hate that. I can't control it, direct it, compartmentalize it. I hate that."

He smiled. "At least I'm not suffering alone."

She pulled back and smoothed her mussed hair from her face. "What the hell are we going to do?"

He stood and held his hand to her. Uncertain she gave hers and he hoisted her up, only to take her place leaning against the tree. He guided her to sit between his legs, back to his front, and held her tight. "We do this: we steal the diamond, we frame McCall, we put him away for life. Then you and I go somewhere where we can be ourselves. A vacation. We get to know each other, see if what we're feeling is real, take it one day at a time, all right?"

"Shit." She felt tears gathering and Kerry could no more have stopped than then she could have lassoed the moon. "When I turn McCall in I can't ever see you again."

"Why not?"

She hadn't meant to say it, didn't want to, but now she felt she had to. "The only way to make sure McCall goes down is to turn him over to Interpol. And the deal I cut is I stop thieving. McCall goes to prison, Georges is left alone, and I start over. I'll be working for them, but everything from this life has to stay behind."

He was silent for a moment and she held back the sobs even as the tears fell. She felt weak and stupid and in her shame did all she could to hide her turmoil, but the tears still fell.

"I can help you. I did it for Cynthia and Jon. They didn't even have to leave the U.S. I know how to help you start over."

She laughed bitterly. "And do what!? I'm too old to go back to college, and all I know how to do is steal. I'm good at it, the best, but I have no other life skills."

"Damn it, Kerry, you're smart. I looked into you, all right? I knew about the deal with Interpol and I've been working over in my mind how to get out of it. You know jewels, you know art. You could work in a gallery or a jewelry store until we can figure out how to get your trust funds to roll over."

"No! I won't touch them. They're dirty, money given to me in the hopes I would turn my back on my parents and come into the folds. I want nothing to do with them. I have my own money. My lifestyle, my operations, everything is paid for by money I earned." 

"Fair enough, sweetheart." He kissed her temple and set his chin atop her head. "But even rolling over the money you've earned can take a year or two. You have marketable skills. Hell, you could even advise people on security. Michel has been doing some of that but can't keep up with the demand, Cynthia has him working overtime on some recent cases."

"Don't call me endearments. Henry, this is foolish. I disappear and the deal fails. McCall has names they want. There's only a small pool of clients. I work for private collectors who try to legally buy something and when they can't, hire me. McCall works for shadowy criminals. I have to give Interpol the Night Hawk and his four latest buyers, mostly tied up in South American drug cartels. If I disappear, his bargaining chip is the list of clients he's cultivated. I can't walk away from that and let him go free, only to become hunted by Interpol again."

"I will call you anything I like, sugar tits or sweetheart. And you can complain and slap me all you like, but damn it, it feels right."

"Call me sugar tits and I'll unman you while you sleep."

"Fair enough, sweetheart. Look, there's a way. Let's see this through. I'll ask Cynthia to come here once you're with Interpol, see what she can do. Will you at least let me do that?"

By the time his partner got there she'd be long gone, so she agreed simply to placate him. They cuddled a little while longer and she wiped away her tears, then it was time to head back.

They found Billy in the room and he attacked Kerry for a cigarette as they came in. She passed him one and tossed her hat, glasses, and purse on the credenza. "What's wrong?"

"McCall slipped me. Danny found me, we were fooling around, then McCall disappeared off the property. Danny was as surprised as I was. We actually had a fight, he accused you two of foul play."

"Not us," Henry said.

"Not my style. If I wanted McCall dead I'd just let you lure him into the woods, Billy."

"I know. Anyway, looks like my information pipeline has dried up as well as my sex life. So keep the boning to a minimum you two, it's just cruel."

"Billy, don't kid. You know every gay or bi waiter in this joint and come midnight you'll be on one like white on rice."

"Fair enough, but a steady fuck is so much better than a soulless fuck. Don't even try to argue that point, kids. Still, where did McCall go?"

"Probably meeting his buyers."

Henry shook his head at her. "Why not tell Danny then?"

"Because he knows Danny is under the spell of the sex sorcerer?" She jerked her head towards Billy.

"Hmm, I like that, may I put it on my calling card? Anyway, help me check the security footage, see if I missed anything."

"I'm on it," Henry said. He glanced to Kerry with a small smile. "Better start getting dressed for dinner...sweetheart."

Billy stared at her. "Come on! No throwing a pillow or calling him names? Jesus, man, do you have a chocolate flavored cock?"

"Only on Tuesdays. Cue up the footage."

"All right. Last I saw him was ten this morning."

Kerry took a shower and dressed quickly. When she emerged they were so engrossed they didn't see her slip from the room. If McCall was gone, she was safe, and she didn't trust the room to be bug-free so she went down to the pool, usually empty.

It was free of guests who seemed to be either readying for the grand dinner or crowded into the lounges drinking and gaming. She slid out her phone and pressed the first speed dial preset.

"Allo Allo."

"Georges, it's me. McCall's buyers, where are they?"

"Hang on a minute, mon chere, let me get my old bones to my computer. How are tricks?"

"McCall gave us the slip, even his own assistant. He's been acting strangely and I need to know what game he's playing."

"All right. Well Ramirez is still in Caracas, Santiago is in Costa Rica, Schultz is in Buenos Ares, and Gutierrez is on holiday in Jamaica at the moment. Perhaps he went into town to have a phone conference."

"He's been gone eight and half hours now, and we found his tech partner, Mary McDougal. Henry was with her while I did a plant, so we know he wasn't meeting her."

"He was- oh."

"Yes." She let him sweat, let him think his little attempt at matchmaking wasn't a flaming success.

"Let me dig deeper. By tomorrow I'll know if there are any of their proxies near you. I'll call first thing in the morning."

"Good. I need to know."

"How has McCall been acting strangely?"

"Smug, lording it over me there is something I don't know."

"Head games. He never was that smart."

"All right, I have to get to dinner. Call me when you know."

"And call if you need anything. Do tell Billy I say hello."

"Got it. Love you."

"Love you too. Good night."

She hung up when footfalls jerked her attention. Pierre stood there, looking exhausted. For a moment she swore she saw wariness in his dark gaze but then he smiled and was every inch the gigolo destroying the family about to sell off their last possessions in desperation.

"Good evening, madam. What brings you here?"

She remembered to force an American accent. "Private phone call. I should get back to my husband. See you at dinner?"

He stopped her with a light hand on her arm. "What kind of a woman flirts with me so openly, then runs from me?"

"One who was confused about how she felt about her husband."

"And now you know?"

"I know, oh I know." She slipped past him but his voice stopped her at the door.

"Did I hear you with an accent before?"

She school her face and turned. "Acoustics. Even now it makes your accent much more Bretonese than Parisian."

Damn it, she had to stay clear of Pierre. Something was off there, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Perhaps Roger had gotten to him and he was now an Interpol spy.

She wouldn't put it past him.





Thief in the Night Pt. 03a



"What is your hobby?"

"Not much. I read a lot, law books and yes, conspiracy thrillers. I work out, I travel for work, and I have sex whenever possible."

"Charming."

"What about you?"

She ducked her head. "It's embarrassing."

"I just admitted I don't have a real life. If I can do that, you can tell me."

"I like...pro wrestling." At his silence she jerked her gaze to his and saw his eyes were laughing. "Don't you dare!"

"Oh, honey, I'm from the south. Everyone I know back there loves pro wrestling. Just never figured you for it."

"Yeah, who would ever think I have a thing for muscle-bound men with long hair?"

"Well, sweetie, I'm never putting on spandex and power bombing some guy, but I won't judge."

She rolled from his arms and turned off the bedside lamp, pulling off her robe. She heard him do the same and a slight shiver of excitement coursed through her. But when she got under the covers he just pulled her into the crook of his arm and made no intention of pawing her.

Slyly she braced her hand on his chest and let it slide down. Henry captured it and brought her palm to his lips for a soft kiss. "Trying to kill me? In the morning, sweetheart. I swear I'm getting chaffed."

"Pussy."

He laughed and then yawned. "I promise you you'll pay for that in the morning."

"We'll see."

But she fell asleep on him with a smile, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.



Thief of Hearts



Dark, gloomy and raining. Perfect night for someone in my line of work. Everybody will be packed inside The Grey Wolf Pub tonight, all nice and tight like. A bump here or there with an "excuse me" apology and just like that they'll be a few coins lighter. All with none any the wiser. A few drinks, many stories, lots of laughter and maybe even bed a wench or two with any luck. And luck is what I was born with.

I'm what you'd call a wanderer. I travel from town to town, picking up odd jobs here and there from the guild or from anyone in need of someone with my particular skills. A thief if you will. Although, I prefer to be called an artist of procured goods. You need it, I can procure it like an artist. Thieves are greedy and tend to get caught because of it. I however, am an artist. To be able to pick a pocket while having a drink with my mark and never being given a second glance is the work of the true artist. A mark is the one I'm procuring from. In and out like a shadow without a sound and all the while I drink, sing, tell stories and occasionally dance with the ones I take from. A thief isn't what someone is, it is what they do. I am not a thief. I am a procurer. It is what I am, not what I do. I am an artist that nobody will ever know, but they will never forget what I am.

I have traveled here to this small hamlet in search of a new canvas on which to paint to show off my artistry. Scouting out the place from afar, soaked from my boots to my cowl, I decide I've let the place fill up enough to make my move. Besides, I just spotted a pair of beautiful aforementioned wenches enter said premises already wet for me. Now the problem is which wench first? Perchance both? Maybe. The blonde one was wearing a very tight red bodice that revealed her rather large assets, a black dress with a white cowl and I'm a sucker for large assets.

However, the other delectable wench is equally lovely. Her black hair is covered by a red cowel. Her white corset pales in comparison to her milky skin. Her assets may not be quite as voluptuous as her friends, but they're still ample enough. And that red dress fits her just right. First, it's time to go procure, then play later.

The ruddy street is a mud pit. Slippery as a greased up hog running away from a festival feast. I wipe my feet on the mud scrapper next to the entrance before entering the honey hole of picking pockets. The place is a typical pub along with rooms upstairs for travelers such as myself or for those in need of a quick service if you know what I mean.

It's a bit run down, but that gives it character. The fire place lights up the side where everyone is packed tighter than a virgin on a wedding night. While the rest of the place is sparsely lit, more for privacy than lack of candles. Behind the counter, the owner is a rather round fellow, but with arms of a man you don't want to mess with. I love traveling to places like this. The food, the drink, the stories and the lasses a plenty all make me feel alive. That, plus not a stinking guard in sight.

Taking an empty seat at the bar, I order a drink and sit back, enjoy the ale and people watch. My eyes dart to the serving wench bending over a table, smiling at the male customers as she places down some food, clearly trying to get a decent tip. If she bends any lower her cups might pour out. That would be a sight to see indeed. I'll have to order me some of that.

I wave her to me just to talk to her, but the gentleman next to me has other ideas in mind. He grabs her by the arm and begins to try and woo her with his drunken charm. She's clearly disgusted by his lack of manners when he tries to put her hand by his privates. "Wench! I need some service right here." His words are slurred, clearly drunk , so I take the opportunity to start procuring.

I put my arm on his shoulder and one in his pocket. "Hey bud, leave the wench alone." I wink at her. "Besides, there are plenty of other wenches here tonight for a fella such as yourself. There's no need to get yourself kicked out all ready is there? Here, let me buy you a drink." He glares at me then at her and let's go of her arm. He grumbles incoherently and goes back to his drink. I wave the owner over to get him a drink. I noticed him watching this go down, looking ready to tear him apart if it went any further.

Relief shows on both his face and in her beautiful green eyes that I just now noticed. I feel drawn to her in some way. Compelled by her aura of sex she exudes to find out how she tastes in bed. I've had my fair share of women, but there is something different about her.

Leaning in close enough to smell her sweat, which by the by is like a flower in bloom, I whisper in her ear and put a few coins in her hand discreetly.

"Thanks for the distraction. This should cover for his lack of dameanor." Her eyes shine as she notices the silver. I steal a look down her partly open blouse, enjoying her ample cleavage. "And mine as well." With that last statement I grab her firm behind. She jumps a bit with a startled oh sound and large smile on her face.

"My pleasure sir." Her eyes lock with mine, a predator stalking prey. Which of us is which is still debatable as we both try to leverage control. "Anything else you need," Her finger points into my chest and travels downward along with her stare and backup again. With just her fingertip I find myself losing the battle.

"Just follow me upstairs for our... full service." She walks away glancing back with a grin. Her firey red hair almost burning my wits away. Procuring can wait, but this girl won't. I gotta have her. Perhaps she can even be my apprentice. No woman has been able to capture my full attention as she has.

"I'll be back in a bit." She tells the owner who glances and nods his approval. There's something between those two beyond a working relationship. The way he looks at her, greed in his eyes, they have done this before. It's a trap. I'll bite.

Gulping down my drink for extra courage, I leave my payment on the bar. I begin to follow her up the stairs, right into her trap. I'm an artist of procured goods after all and danger is half the fun. Let the games begin and find out if she has what it takes to become a procurer or if she's just a common thief.

I see her enter the first room on the right, leaving the door open behind her. It's dark and clearly a trap. So I watch for signs of an attack. My senses are on high alert. The old lure in the mark with the beautiful girl routine and rob him blind trick. Been there, done that. Could already be another person in there waiting or me or just her. let's find out.

The moment I enter I'm attacked. The attacker is aggresive,

pinning me up against the wall and slamming the door shut. Pinning my arms up on the wall, I feel her sweet lips pressing against mine. Damn! She's strong.

Of course it's her. Did you think I'd let myself be taken by like that by anyone else?

Lips locked in pitched battle as our hands combat each others clothes into submission on the floor in a heap. In the little light penetrating through the window, her curvaceous body shines bright as a summers day. My eagerness is standing at full attention. We part from our heated lust to take in our true naked beauty. Moonlight silhouettes her every curve, accentuating her beauty. Her hair looks like a wild fire, both on her head and the little trail guiding me just above her special place. Her snow white skin is aglow. Her pink nipples are already hard in the chilly air.

Is she going to bed me, then steal from me or is there more to all this? I'm rather aroused by all the intrigue. The game itself is erotic. Who's stalking who. Who's the predator and who's the prey. Honestly, I'm really aroused by her sexy body. The rest is just fuel on the fire.

Taking control first, she seizes the opportunity and aggressively attacks my neck. Kissing me down slowly over my body until she drops onto her knees. Her hands control my body as her nails seek to touch ever muscle on her way down and I'm frozen in place, realizing I'm the prey. I lose, willingly.

My hands run through her hair as I peer down into her deep green eyes, staring right into my soul. I glimpse her dark desires and they are beautiful. She allows me to control her head and I give her my full trust pulling her into me. I gasp and my toes curl. She must be a sorceress cause her mouth is magic. Her tongue teases me while her hands stroke my shaft and play with my two bits. Wether she still robs me or not I almost don't care.

Bobbing her head back and forth gently and slow, stopping just before I climax like an artist. She knows what she is doing and what I am. That is why we're here playing this game. The game to take control. I've seen and have been with enough pub wenches to know she is much more than an ordinary wench. She is no thief either. If she was she would have had at least a knife and had robbed me already. No, this is something more than just robbery or sex or both. Great sex so far to be perfectly honest. Maybe the best head I've ever had. Damn! She's good.

A kiss on my tip. A taste of my stickiness. She grins before speaking. "Since I got you by the balls theif," she squeezes them for emphasis as I groan in pain. "I'll tell you that whatever you steal, the house gets half."

"I'll have you know that I am not a thief. I am a procurer of goods. An artist." She squeezes once more and sucks me simultaneously, both pain and pleasure. "0k, ok, ok!" I beg. "Half is fine, but I know you want more. I know you want to learn the art of the procurement." She squeezes yet again and sucks me. Hunger burning in those lovely green eyes. Have I mentioned before just how good she is? I got her now.

Questions swim in her mind. "You want to train me, is that it?"

"Yes! Why give half to the owner and get almost nothing back when you can learn from me and we can split it in half." I know she wants out of here.

"You'll take me with you then? I can leave this wretched hole for good? No more waiting tables and being owned by that oaf owner or being groped by disgusting pigs for little tips." She kisses my tip. "Not that this tip is little."

"Yes, I mean no, not that I'm small, but..." A large smile grows upon her gorgeous face right before she takes all of me in her mouth. "God, you're good. Don't stop. That's it baby. Yes!" I moan and rock my hips in concert with her mouth, holding on tight to her head. The pain of her squeezing I must say is exciting, until she pulls away again.

Either she is playing me to get me to procure more for her and her owner or she really wants out. "Then it's settled. At the end of the night we meet here and you show me your goods."

"I think you already have seen my goods." I can't help but add.

Laughter like music leaves her lips. "Very funny and yes it is impressive, but you know what I mean." She starts up my mix of pleasure and pain once more to my delight.

"So, you do this often?" I moan the words. Why am I even talking?

Stopping again. ''This? No. The thieving yes."

"So, why me? Not that I'm complaining or anything." I want her to finish ever so badly. but her story is enticing.

Looking up at me she explains."Usually this is done with a knife to the throat, but as for you, I think you're cute and I knew there was something more to you than meets the naked eye." We stare at each other for a moment of contemplation. "I'll ask you the same. Why we?"

"The same as your answer. I see something more in you than meets the naked body. I mean eye, the naked eye." I get her to laugh at that.

"Sure you did. And just what do you think of my naked... eye?" Her eyes control my body.

I answer from my heart that I feel is being stolen. "Stunning."

Red splashes her blushing cheeks. "I bet you say that to all the apprentices who's hearts you steal."

"No, you're the first. I've never had an apprentice before and I don't steal hearts. They are given to me freely." Her mouth devours me whole. Her hands stroking and squeezing me in sinc. Faster and faster she goes making me moan and beg for more till I explode. Good thing the place is loud cause I am really loud. I hold her in tight, not that she would pull back with the way she sucks out every last drop. As I begin to soften she pulls away and finishes it with a kiss on my tip.

"My God that was amazing!" I feel weak in the knees as I try to catch my breath.

Her smile is captivating. "Glad you liked it." She licks her lips to clean up the rest of me . "So what do we do now?" I lift her off her knees reluctantly and sit on the bed.

"Well, we go back down stairs and you watch how I perform my craft, then we meet back here just as we would have to split up the coins and we can finish what you started. Afterwards, we vanish out the window. Gone, like shadows in the night."

"What about the owner? He'll get suspicious and come looking for me." Nervousness creeps it's ugliness across her otherwise angelic beauty.

"Not to worry, we'll be long gone before he catches us. You get him to have a drink at the end of the night and slip this sleeping potion into his drink." I reach into the pocket inside my shirt on the floor and hand her the potion. "It'll be your first test as my apprentice. When he's out, we'll have as long as we want to play." She looks at the clear liquid in the corked cylinder.

"As long as we want?" A devilish grin spreads wide.

I take her hand and stand up along with her. She's perfect in her nakedness. Pulling her into me, I kiss her sensually. My hands caress down her spine, over her ass, feeling how round it is. Spreading her legs, she grabs a hold of my hardening shaft and rubs it over her wetness. Tits rubbing on my chest with hard nipples drives me wild. I kiss her neck and down her chest. My hands traverse around her hips and up her curves until a plump tit fills each one. Fingers twist each nipple making her moan a sweet melody. My mouth begins to suck in as much tit as I can take while my hands search to finger her to a climatic ending.

Stopping me short, she pulls away, her breath in short gasps. "Not now. I want you truly, but we've pockets to pick and I have a lot to learn and if we start I'm afraid I won't stop." That hunger in her eyes burns my soul. She has stolen my heart with her eyes, her hands, her mouth, her body and her mind.

"Yes, my lady." I bow to her and with that, we get dressed, head back down stairs and I begin teaching the art of procurement. My mind is a buzz with dirty thoughts of her, but I must remain calm. Do what I do best. Procure goods.

It's time I buy some drinks and share. The artist paints his masterpiece. I pat my first mark on the back with one hand and steal coins from his loose pocket with the other. I tell stories to strangers and woo the hearts of the ladies as I pick their purses. All the while she watches me. I think I detect jealousy as I kiss my next victim. Good, maybe she does care for me after all. It's intoxicating, the feeling of picking pockets without being noticed .

From one drink, to the next tale of adventure, to the next kiss, I steal. A little from here and there. I'm in my element as I paint my masterpiece of procurement. The place is near closing and the smell of sex hangs heavy in the air and I'm hungery for it.

I have the two beauties I watched from afar enter here practically in bed now. I've seduced them both, yet I don't seem to want them. Not in the way I want my apprentice. One in each arm, I kiss them both. Meaningless, but still enjoyable. Just another mark. The real prize is watching me with jealousy burning in her green eyes. It turns me on, so I bury my face in the blondes bosom, shaking my face as she squirms and giggles, I pick her purse.

Now, the dark haired one begs my attention, pulling me away to do the same to her. I kiss her gently, traveling lower across her bosom. Her hands grab hold of my hair, pulling me in between her breasts. I shake my face in them as she giggles and slip a few coins from her purse. With their purses picked I feel I owe them some pleasure.

My hands reach under the table and up each dress. They're drunk and easy. We sit back and I enter each one. They both gasp simultaneously and I kiss them one after the other. Tongues mingle and I stop just to do the same to the other beautiful lady.

It's all a show. No real feelings for either of them. Kissing ceases and they both reach at the same time into my trousers and their hands fight to please me. I feel it, but I feel nothing at the same time. My mind travels to her. My fingers work their magic till they reach climax. They are loud, but it doesn't matter as anyone who's still here is doing something similar. I find myself wanting it to be her instead.

Next I know the two girls have their mouths on me. I hold their heads down. One sucking my nuts and the other bobs her head up and down. They alternate, then both stroke, kiss and suck me. I feel nothing for either of them even as I climax rather loudly. Hey, a head job is a head job. Two girls, of course I came. I'm not dead. It's just not the same as hers though.

They both lick up my mess. My fingers still please them both. Again, two girls. Still not dead. Gotta do what I gotta do, after all, I did manage quite a bit of coin tonight.

My redheaded apprentice charges over and spills ale all over us in a jealous rage. I pull my fingers out as they release me with a startled scream."Oh, I'm so sorry." She fakes condolences very convincingly. "Here, let me offer the two of you girls a room at no charge. You can dry off and sleep it off together, ok?"

Pulling me up with them they consent and say,"Come on up with us and finish what you started." A kiss from both on each cheek.

My redheaded apprentice pulls me back angrily. "No! I think he's had enough."

"You sure?" They ask together, pouting.

"Am I sure?" She squeezes my arm hard enough to leave bruises. "Ouch! Yes, I'm sure.'' I glare at her and receive a venomous glare.

Holding each other up in their drunkeness, they kiss erotically. Grabbing tits and asses. They part a little still holding on and sigh, "Your loss." Then, they dissapear up stairs. I want to follow them even though what I really want is my apprentice. Once more, two girls. Sex. I'm still not dead.

Finally the place starts to empty. She kisses me and tells me to wait at the bar. The owner calls her over and he smacks her ass and grabs her tits. She looks disgusted, but she whispers something in his ear. He looks over at me and back at her. He waves me over to them with a look of greed. She must have told him how much I took.

"Wench! Two drinks for me and our new friend here." He barks at her. Her back to us, I see her pull out the sleeping potion, pouring it into a drink and bringing them both over. "A toast to great riches." We look at one another and down the ale.

Her finger becons me to come here and follow her up the stairs once more. Deja vu. The owner laughs and waves us away. She pins me up the wall as last time. We kiss fiercely. Looking into my eyes she asks, "Are you ready to sleep?"

"No, cause you didn't put it in my drink. However, I am ready to bed you." I turn her over, pressing her against the wall. Pinning down her arms, I kiss her neck. Biting gently and sucking till I leave a mark. All the while she moans and groans.

''How do you know I didn't?" Her leg lifts up and around my waist. Her hips tease my privates.

Still holding her down, I stop kissing to explain. "Many reasons. First, you want to to be a procurer. Second, you love me."

We stare into each others eyes. Passion burning bright. "0k, thief of hearts. You got me. You win. You stole my heart, now take my body as well."

"No."

"What do you mean, no?" She looks angry.

I answer her question. "I told you, hearts are given freely. Besides, I didn't finish. Third, you already stole my heart." I feel her tense up.




Thief of Hearts



"When?" She enquires.

"When we were here earlier, and you were an your knees." I explain.

She laughs at the thought. "Ha! the only thing I stole then was the cum I sucked out of you. Which, by the way was good, but there was definetly no heart."

I give a further explanation."No, before that. On your knees, your eyes pierced my soul and that's when you stole my heart. I knew it before the head job. Although, that was incredible. So, you are the thief of hearts. Not me."

Visibly she relaxes. "You are too sweet. I give my heart freely. Now, take my body, thief." She knows I don't like that. Her grin tells me that, so I let go of her arms, and give her behind a smack.

Our arms drape over one another. Holding on tightly, we kiss with a great need. We fight to remove our clothes. Fully naked, I aim to please her as she did me. My lips caress her lips, down her neck, hands holding hers down against the wall. Sucking each nipple. Nibbling and pulling. Her moans are delectable. Almost like a purr. I kiss down her stomach as she looks at me, squirming as I kiss her fire trail down to her wetness.

Legs spread, hips thrust to meet my kiss. First, I kiss her clit and twirl my tongue on it. She shivers when my tongue glides over her lips. Then, I enter her body, tasting just how lovely she is.

"Oh, God yes!" She yells. Struggling to break free of my grip as I continue to control her body, not letting go, she shakes as I devour her.

Watching her while I please her is erotic. Her eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back, hips thrusting into me. Her orgasm is loud and delicious. "God, baby, let go of me! I want to fuck you hard!" I obey her command.

Hands hold my head close as she bends over, weak from her orgasmic bliss. I put her over my shoulder, lift her up and smack her ass. She laughs ever so cutely, smacking my own butt as I throw her onto the bed.

Her legs spread and her arms against the bed hold her up. Her smile is inviting and devious at the same time. I crawl on all fours onto the bed, stalking my prey. We kiss, she lays back, arms cross over my neck, legs wrap around my back as I enter her for the very first time.

Her head tilts back as she moans. Her back arches and her nails rake my back. Slowly in and out I go at first, enjoying every moment of ecstasy. We kiss everywhere we can. She begs me, "Faster."

Obliging her desires I pound into her with all my strength. Her body melting into me, thrusting into her quicker, harder, moaning and groaning. I watch her tits bouncing up and down hypnotically. I feel her and watch and listen to her multiple orgasms. I can feel her juices pouring out onto me. The wet slapping sound every time our bodies collide drives me harder.

I'm only able to last this long because I've came twice earlier. Else wise, I may not have lasted for even one of her orgasms cause she is so fucking sexy.

Just when I think I'll never cum, I explode with a fury of orgasmic pleasures because of what she just did.

Gripping the bed, her head tilted back, mouth open wide, screaming at the top of her lungs sexual profanities, her body arched up into my hips and shaking. I feel her not only getting wet, but shooting out fluid as I pull out. I look down at it and I explode what little cum I can produce for the third time onto her stomach from the pure excitement of what I just made her do.

Sweating, panting, gasping for breath and smiling, me just stare at each other.

Fondling my cock, feeling just how wet I am from her, she speaks first. "Wow! You made me really wet." Looking down at my mess, she adds, "And you came on me ." With her finger she scoops up what little there was and licked it off her finger, drawing me into her beautiful green eyes as she gazes into mine.

Collapsing onto her, I kiss her neck and tell her, "God, you're amazing. I thought I was never going to cum. Then, you shot out all your fluid and I couldn't hold mine anymore. I've never bear able to do that before."

Holding my face, she kisses me softly, then confesses, "Neither have I, but I want more. Just not now. I'm completely spent."

With a sense of relief, "thank God, cause I couldn't go any more for all the gold in the world." Both of us laugh at the thought.

"I thought you would never cum for me either. Hell, for that matter I thought I wouldn't stop coming. God, I lost track of how many and I began to think there was something wrong. I thought I couldn't make you cum and I felt bad, but the way you made me feel was incredible." I hug her tight and kiss her.

"Well, that's just what happens when I'm with my love." Love shines bright in her eyes. "That and the fact I came twice before may have had a small part in how long I lasted."

She giggles, "A small part, huh. There's nothing small about you." Her hands fondle me. "Well, now you're a little small, but I know just how big you really are."

Laying down together feels so right, but "We should get going before, well, you know."

Sighing she concedes, "Yes, I know." Her soft hands caress my face before sharing one last kiss.

Getting dressed and gathering all our belongings, I open the window to escape with her. "One last thing before we leave my love." She walks out the door and quickly I try unsuccessfully to stop her.

I find her by the passed out owner. ''This is for thinking you own me! " She kicks him in the stomach and he only moves, not waking up. Looking very angry she yells, "This is for never giving me a fair share!" Another kick to his ribs. "And this is for every time I ever had to fuck you!" A kick to his groin. "And this is just because!" A final kick to his groin. She has tears in her eyes and she spits on him.

He will be awfully sore when he gets up. I wince every time she kicked him. Wiping away her tears, I hold her close as she let's it all go and cries on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry." It's the only thing I can say to her. I let her finish her cry. "Do you feel better?"

Wiping away her tears she starts to smile, "Yes. That felt good."

Out of self preservation,"Remind me to never piss you off." She laughs at that.

"So, are you ready?" I ask her.

"Yes. I want to leave now." She looks at her prison one last time.

Hand in hand we leave out the back door like two shadows in the night. Beginning our new adventures together in the art of procurement and in love.