1 comments/ 7246 views/ 1 favorites The Case Of The Stolen Nipple Rings By: brynhild84 The Case Of The Stolen Nipple Rings "I'm gonna go use the ladies room real quick," Natasha whispered when the song ended, then headed off towards the back, she ran into a guy in a bright red shirt as he was leaving the back in her rush. Looking around, I saw the dark pixy standing with her friend at some tables by the window, so decided to go over and asked her for a dance, in Latin dance clubs its very normal for people to dance with other people even if they're with somebody else, guys share girlfriends, girls dance together, guys sometimes get together and do a line dance, sometimes, so I wasn't worried about Natasha being jealous if she saw us. "Oh, sorry, I'm kinda thirsty from the last dance," she apologized, but her blond friend readily consented. Taking her in my arms, we started with just holding hands, then I changed into the closed dance position, trying to get my hand on her shoulder blades, I couldn't quite get my thumb out from under her soft warm arm. "Have you done any dancing before this?" I asked, it was a stupid question, but there are only so many leads into conversations that one can think of. "I used to do Jazz Dance before this, but I haven't been dancing for about a year though, I hurt myself." "What'd ya do?" I asked. "Oh, I was at a recital in the back, goofing around with my friends, I was in the splits, and I fell over my lead leg, and pulled some muscles." "Ouch!" "Yeah, I know." "I did that once too, I was stretching out before a kung fu test, and the worst part was I had done the splits before, earlier that day, and I guess I stretch a little further than before, and I heard that snap..." "Yeah, I head that too!" "So, I just left it alone for a while, now its fine." "What stank for me was it was right before a performance, so I had to miss out on that." "Uh oh, did they forgive you?" "Yeah they did, I haven't practiced the splits since, I keep getting afraid every time I try." "Aww, that sucks," I said, just as the song ended. I hooked my left arm over her right one and, baring the smooth seductive curve of her armpit, pulled her into me for a dip, pressing her large breasts against my chest as I looked into her face, "Well, thank you very much," I said, raising her back up. "Yep, I think Jessica's ready to dance now," the blond grinned at me. The blonde, went back to the Jessica at the bar, myself in her wake. Asking the pixie to dance once more, I took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor, seeing her close up, I couldn't help to remember her face from somewhere. "You were here last Friday, weren't you?" I asked, after a while. "Yep," she grinned back "Cool, your 'Jessica?'" "Yep." "I'm Aaron." "Cool," she said, little nod of her head. As I spun her into a cuddle, I looked down at her shirt, her arms had squished her breasts together, giving the impression of deep cleavage, her shirt didn't allow me to sneak at peak at her nipples, but I could see a hint of her dark areolas peaking out from under her shirt and her nipples, not as large as before, sticking out under her shirt. I led her out of the cuddle and brought her back out in front of me. Then I switched Salsa styles on her; instead of stepping back with both feet with the Cumbia Style, I stepped forward with the left foot, then stepped back with the right foot only for the Mambo Style. That messed her up a bit, as the lesson before hand had been for the Cumbia. I showed her the other style several times, but she kept getting tripped up. "I'm sorry, you picked the worst partner to have," she laughed. "It's OK," I smiled at her, "wanna try stepping side to side?" "Sure." On the next step with the left foot, I switched to stepping left then right; she learned that almost immediately. As I brought us back to the basic step, left foot forward, right foot back, the dance ended, and I brought into closer for a dip. By that time Natasha had come back from the Ladies and was talking to the guy in the red shirt over at the counter, "Thanks, for the dance," I said. "Thank you," Jessica smiled back, as she hurried toward the back signaling to her friend that she was going to the ladies room, passing the barefooted girl as she came out. Natasha's eyes followed her briefly as I came over to her. "Hi," I said, as she pulled me into her for a hug, pressing her full breasts into me, a little more exuberantly than normal. "Have fun?" she purred, kissing me on the check. "It was OK, I shrugged, "wanna dance some more?" "I thought you'd never ask," she grinned, as we made our way back onto the dance floor, the song "Show Me Love" by t.A.T.u. was playing; "this was an accident not the kind where sirens sound." After a while, I let go of her hands and just danced free for a bit. We started playing a little game of cat and mouse, I started of doing a Chase, I spun around, dancing away from her and turned back to her, then she would spin and I would follow her. I started moving towards her, and she'd back away playfully, keeping her beautiful green eyes looked to my blue ones the whole time, her lips curled in a seductive smile. As the chorus "Show me love, show me love, show me love," started she stopped stepping back, and crossed one foot in front of the other, starting a slow turn; starting with her shins, then her ankles, as she worked her way up to her hips, "til you open the door," she started moving them, in a circle, still matching the rhythm of the music, adding a sexier tone. "'til I jump off the floor." As she got up to her thighs, she started shaking her hips faster and faster like a belly dancer, turning her hips. She started slowly her hips back down to normal, and going back to just swishing them side to side, as she started twisting her waist, her shirt had ridden up, and her pants had rode down, the top of her tattoo winked at me, as Natasha continued wriggling her body around, in sensual glides, "'til it's inside my pours," she moved her hands up and down her tummy, just under her breasts, she gently cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a hard pinch, "'til I'm screaming for more," as she got to turning her chest around. Finally, she got to her head, she continued to keep her eyes locked on me for as long as possible as she pushed her glasses back up her nose, and blew me a kiss, ever slow briefly as she completed her turn. Her turn completed her cute little butt, encased in a pair of tight black stretch pants, started swishing away from me, with me following. "Random acts of mindlessness common place occurrences" As she turned back around to me, we started circled each other like two tigers in a cage, then she turned her back on me and started dancing away from me, so I followed, then she turned around and I spun away from her, and she followed. As we got closer and closer together, I put my hand back around her soft waist, feeling the coolness of her bare skin, and gently started guiding her again, pushing to get her to walk in a circle one way, pulling to go the other. "You play games I play tricks girls and girls, but you're the one like a game of pick up sticks played by fucking lunatics" As the song reached its crescendo, a bolt of lighting flashed from outside, and Jessica ran out of the back from the bathroom, her tear streaked face a perfect image of a pixie who lost her favorite fairy dust, "Someone's stolen my nipple rings!!" A clap of thunder boomed and rumbled across the sky, silencing the room briefly as the lights flickered. Almost immediately after the words left her mouth, her blonde friend ran up to her; "What!?!? When?!?!? By whom?!?!" "I dunno, Sara, I must've left them in there, and when I came back to look for them, they were gone!" her voice on verge of cracking. By this time Mark had shown up. "We have to find them!! They're of with real pearls!" Sara exclaimed to Mark, before getting a sharp jab in the ribs from Jessica. "Alright, lets go back and look for them, maybe they just fell behind the sink," Mark said calmly. With that he and the two girls went back to the restrooms. The silence was suddenly filled with excited chatter; "What was stolen? "Why would anyone steal that?" "Eww, she wears those! Gross?" "I wonder who did it." That last one came from Natasha, a few feet away from where Jessica had burst out. When the three came back out Jessica was slightly more under control, Sara was starting to be a little worry stricken herself. Then she saw Natasha standing there; she went straight over to us, "you were in the bathroom before us, did you see any rings?" Natasha thought back a moment, "No, where would they have been?" "On the sill of the sink," Jessica said, her voice under control now, but still mixed with tears. "Alright! Maria! Gustav" Mark yelled, taking command, calling over to his wife and friend, "Maria call the police, Gustav, don't let anyone leave, "Mark, the police will be here in 15 minutes," Maria said. "Alright, we'll just have to wait till they get here," Mark said, walking back to talk with Gustav. "Well, I don't think you could've hidden a pair of rings from me, not in these pants," I said, giving her firm butt a quick pat. Shooting me a look, and jabbing me in the ribs, she murmured; "I wonder who stole them?" "It could be anybody," I said. "What are you planning to do? Find out yourself?" I asked. Suddenly her whole body rippled with energy, her eyes filled with excitement, "Yeah! We could solve it! It'd be just like in those detective novels!!" "But, sweetie, we only have 15 minutes! What can we do in that time?" "Remember, it's not what time you have its how you use it," Natasha said with wink, she pulled me over to where Jessica and Sara were now sitting by the bar. "Excuse me, could we talk to you guys?" Natasha asked, as she walked up. "Why?" Jessica asked suspiciously. "I want to help you find your rings." Jessica and Sara both looked at each other in wonderment, then back at Natasha, "What d'you care if they're found?" Jessica asked, looking like a pixie listening to a wolf who said he knew where her fairy dust was. "It's a quirk of hers," I answered. She shot me a sarcastic "haha" smile, and elbowed me in the ribs, "Please, I want to help you, its just like in those detective films my roommate always watches," she said, as she sat down next to the girls. They were both looking at her like she was crazy, "did you tell anybody about them?" Natasha pressed on, staring at Jessica intently. "Well," Jessica began, "Just about every one I danced with...I didn't tell you," she said nodding at me, "'cause you weren't grinding into my chest, feeling them." "Were they interested in them?" Natasha pressed on, leaning in towards them, her breasts squishing her hands clasped underneath them. "Well of course they were interested!" Jessica exclaimed, rather exasperated, "guys're always interested when you've got your nipples or clit pierced, always wanting to see them and every thing. But I only told a few about the pearls." "Who!" Natasha exclaimed; her eyes were almost bulging out of her head by now "Who did you tell about the pearls?" "I dunno..." Jessica said, almost pleading, not to make her point all of them out, "him, him, and...him," she said pointing to the guys wearing the red, blue, and stripped blue shirts. "OK, one of them must've stolen them..." Natasha trailed off, making mental notes on her head of who Jessica pointed out. "Thank you for your time." Natasha said very formally, standing up and shaking both bewildered girls by the hand. Then, stringing her arm through mine, steered me away. "Let me see...who was in the back when Jessica and Sara where..." Natasha said, as we walked around the café. "There were those two blondes, the ones who were doing all that moaning, earlier," I suggested. "Oh yeah, do you see them?" "Over there," I said, pointing to them, over in a booth in the corner. The two blondes were sipping some drinks, trying to make eye contact with some nearby men when we approached. "Excuse me, could we talk to you girls for a bit?" Natasha asked. "Ok..." one replied warily, immediately Natasha was sitting done, sharing a seat with the green shirted one, leaving me standing there. "I was just wondering if you saw any rings when you went into the bathroom?" she started off. "We weren't in the bathroom!" the green shirted one said. "We were just in the hall, checking our makeup by the mirror." "But, weren't you two, ya know..." Natasha trailed off, blushing a little. "All that moaning wasn't from us." "But you were all flushed and everything when you came out." "That's cause, we looked into the bathroom to see what was making all that noise," the red shirted one began, her voice lowered and she leaned, Natasha did too. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but whatever it was must have been good, as Natasha put her hand over her mouth, giggling. By now their conversation was much more animated and free, but still hushed. By the time they were done, Natasha kissed them both on the cheek in farewell, and, me in arm, walked away "I'm gonna try and talk to that girl and her friend, see if I can get them to talk to me at all," she said, her voice anxious. "Kitty and Kate..." "Who?" "The two blondes, silly, they were saying that that girl with the red sweater and her boyfriend hardly left their table, and they were right next to the entrance to the back, so I'm gonna go talk to them, see if anyone else had gone in, before me," and, with that, she trotted off, leaving me standing there, without a clue what to do. Looking around, feeling like an idiot, I saw the girl who had come in late, standing by herself again, looking a little forlorn, with a bright orange drink in a martini glass in her hand. Seizing the moment, I went over to her. She turned her back towards me as I walked over. Seeing her from behind, from above and below her shirt I could see the edges of a tattoo, a very detailed one from the looks of it, but I didn't get a good look at it, as she turned around again, as I got nearer. "Hi, ," I said, hopefully confidently. She turned around to face me and flashed me a dazzling smile. "I'm Aaron," I continued, offering her my hand. "Jennifer," she replied, taking me hand in hers, giving it a quick shake, smiling again, eying me over the rim of her glass. "I was just noticing your tattoo, what's it of?" "A Tsunami." "Oh, yeah I can tell now," I said checking out her back again, as she turned to talk to Maria again, trying to get her attention again I asked, "why a tsunami?" "It represents eternal cleansing." "Is that a Buddhist theme?" "Kind of, that's where we got it from, my boyfriend and I, we believe in expelling negative emotions through subtle pain, so I got this tattoo, as my start in that field." She said. "Oh, cool," I replied, she was looking at me like she was expecting something from me, though I'm not sure what, "So are you into getting piercings' also?" "You mean like the girl who lost her rings?" 'Damn it,' I thought, 'blew it!' "No, not really," she continued, looking at me a little funny, "I don't think I'd get any piercings for a while, they sound like they hurt too much." Nodding my head in agreement, I got the feeling I had run out my welcome, and her boyfriend was on his way back from where ever, "well, it was nice talking to you; I'd better go." I said starting to walk away, "Bye," she said, with a smile, then turhing her full attention to her boyfriend as he approached. Natasha met me after about four steps, bouncing up and down, "what are you so excited about?" I asked. She stopped bouncing, but she didn't loose that adorable little smile of hers, "I was talking to the girl by the door, she said that one other guy went to use the bathroom before me!!!" "That guy?" I said, pointing to Tsunami Girls boyfriend; now back at her side, flirting up storm, "I saw him dancing with Jessica before her rings were stolen." "Lets go ask Jessica and Sara, see if it's the same guy," so we stopped over at the table where Jessica and Sara were sitting, Jessica still looked a little red eyed when we arrived, Sara was holding her hand trying to comfort her, she looked up at Natasha a little darkly as we came up, but when she hold them we though we had found the thief they both perked up like it was Christmas, so we all headed over to the barefooted girls table. "Hey, is that the guy you saw go in before me?" Natasha asked, pointing out the guy next to Tsunami girl The girl looked over at the couple sitting at the counter, tsunami girls back was to us again, and her tattoo clear to see, the tops of the foamy white wave, crashing down over her tops, and the poor little boatmen below her top, "yep, that's the guy. D'you think he took it?" "It must be; he's the same guy I told about my rings!" Jessica exclaimed. "Why did you tell him about them anyway?" Sara asked; sounding a little put out. "Well, he kept grinding against my boobs, so he wanted to know what those weird things on my nipples were, so I told him." "So what was all the moaning then?" Natasha blurted out. Jessica blushed and looked down at her lap, "well, I had to have Sara take them out for me, I couldn't do it myself, I shake too much, My nipples are really sensitive, I couldn't help it." "But, why would he steal them?" Sara asked. "Well, I talked to his girlfriend, and she said; they like to release negative emotions through pain, so maybe we wanted the rings for her," I said. "Eww!" they all said, in that 'Like HELLO! That is so GROSS!' voice. "Besides, pearls represent wisdom in the orient, and the tsunami for her means eternally cleansing." I continued. "D'ya think that'll convince the cops?" Jessica asked anxiously. "Well, we'll find out in a minute, here come the police," I said, as Mark made his way over to them. Jessica and Sara got up quickly and joined him. After talking with Jessica and Sara, the policeman in charge, stepped into the middle of the room, and signaled for the music to be turned off. When it was quiet he said, "Ladies and Gentleman! An item has been stolen; the stolen property might still be in the Café, we need to ask that you cooperate and that all ladies turn over their purses to Officer Brown here, and all gentlemen empty the contents of their pockets on the counter here, thank you for your cooperation." With much grumbling the policeman's orders were carried out, after all the purses and wallets were out for the officers to check, the blonde in the green wraparound from before, came up behind Natasha and me and whispered, "I liked it better when you two were just pestering us with questions." Natasha and I shared a stifled laugh, but I could see Natasha was a little annoyed at being accused of 'pestering.' "Whose purse is this?" a police woman asked, after a while, holding up a purse with fairies stickers on it. "Oh, mine," the barefooted girl said, coming forward. "We found the missing rings in your purse," the policewoman said, "would you mind coming down to the station.' It didn't sound like a question, the girl and her boyfriend where led away by the woman police officer, Jessica and Sara behind them "Alright, thank you for your cooperation everybody, you may now take back your belongings," the male officer said, "please show me your ID in your wallet before you take it back," he added in a side note, as everyone made a mad dash for their belongings. "Awww! I really thought I had it!" Natasha moaned as we sat down, after getting our belongings back. "I was so sure it was the other girl!" "At least we had fun doing it! Not bad for our first try." The Case Of The Stolen Nipple Rings "OUR 'First Try?' I did mosta the work, boy!" She reprimanded me; her disapproving frown didn't last long, though, as a devilish grin cracked at her lips. "We did make a good team, though, huh." "Yeah," I said, rubbing her back. "Just think, though! This'll make a great story to write about," she purred, leaning against my hand. "Monika'll never believe this!"