Lesbian Lovers on Opposite Sides of the Law! Catherine Amanda Thomas--Cat--is a high priced thief who is working for a wealthy investment advisor with a penchant for collecting erotic jewelry. A wealthy collector, who has his eyes on an ultimate collectible to be had from a well known singer, dispatches Cat, to steal it for him. Carla Belladonna is one of the bright, white hopes of the Golden State Police Department, but just now her life is a mess because she\'s just discovered a video tape of her boyfriend, Michael, a state prosecutor, having sex with other women. Carla\'s police instincts lead her to confrontation with Cat, just as she is about to steal the singer\'s trophy. Cat goes free, and the two soon fall in love. When Carla discovers Michael is corrupt, her life is endangered and it is up to the cop and the cat burglar to get the proof before Michael gets them. Along the way they will meet Felix Rodriguez, a body building detective from the vice squad, the beautiful transsexual named Guida, Cyren, the international singing sensation who is also Cat\'s target, and other unforgettable characters from the mind of the author known only as "Powerone." Snatched is superior erotica full of sex, plot twists, juicy dialogue and plenty of kink, set against a glamorous background of New York high rise hotels, Atlantic City casinos and the glitzy Las Vegas Strip.
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CHAPTER ONE
She moved effortlessly, seemingly gliding across the stone ledge. Her
head tilted upward momentarily to admire the brilliant silver moon,
its light shining so brightly it actually cast a vague shadow of her
lithe figure upon the blackened brick wall beside her.
She was upon the window now on all fours, her eyes focused on the
upper portion of the pane. There, at the corner of the glass portal,
was the tiny camera she mounted earlier that day when she had entered
the hotel room posing as a maid.
No one was able to spot her camouflaged figure from the street six
stories below, nor from the surrounding structures; no eyes privy as
she removed the delicate three by five inch television monitor from
the small utility belt about her tapered waist. She flicked it on with
a flip of a finger from a gloved hand. The image of a tussled king
sized bed popped on. A car horn blared from deep within the steel
canyon beneath her, but she paid it no mind. She saw the room was
empty. A glance at her luminous watch read: 3:30 AM.
The room suddenly exploded with light, the monitor becoming awash in
white. The sleek muscular form of the catlike figure on the window
ledge jumped back, shrinking from sight. The door to the bathroom had
opened and out came the voluptuous figure of the latest female porn
sensation. She was clad in a white silk robe opened widely, her ample,
surgically enhanced breasts and waxed pubic region in plain sight as
she strode across the room.
`Mmm,` the cat burglar purred with delight. The video vixen let the
robe drop to the floor and climbed back into bed. From this angle the
agile thief took in the porn queen's round suntanned ass and puffy
pubes as she clambered along the mattress.
The burglar watched as the video slut made herself comfortable,
kicking the sheets down and propping two pillows behind her shoulders.
But instead of falling back to sleep, she turned on the television
with a nearby remote control, her face becoming illuminated by the
blue hue cast from the tube. The X-rated actress sat there nude,
spreading her legs and letting a hand slide down her flat tummy past
her belly button ring to the beginning of her bald slit.
The thief was also able to see the television screen; playing was an
adult film, one of the sexy starlet's own. In the scene she wore a
cowboy hat and black leather riding chaps while humping, reverse
cowgirl style, a massively wide ten inch boner, hopping up and down on
it like a rodeo veteran.
The sexy film star began undulating on her hand, mashing two fingers
against her moist vulva; round and round her hand played on her pink
pebble, every once in awhile dipping a middle finger into her slick
honey hole. Another one of her probing digits tickled her anus before
sliding gently into her back way. She licked her lips feverishly,
lusting for a thirst of sweet nectar from a swollen cock.
The shapely burglar alternately watched the starlet live and on
television. On the bed the actress spread her legs even more; on the
screen the X-rated whore was now bent over, her curvaceous rear being
banged by the guy with the ten incher. Soon her thighs shuddered as
she raised her ass off the bed, lifting herself higher and higher,
moaning loudly, a nubile young sacrifice to the goddess Climatica.
The sexy thief, balancing outside the window on the ledge, squeezed
her own thighs together, wishing she too could teeter off the edge
into an orgasmic abyss like the video vixen just had, but the thought
quickly evaporated. The burglar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
She had a job to do: pilfer a piece of fine erotic jewelry this sultry
young starlet always wore on her nipples. All the prep work was
complete. Now the plan needed to be executed.
The decadent diva rolled over and quickly slipped into deep slumber,
aided of course by her stress relieving manual release. The dancing
blue light of the television cast shadows, like marionettes, about her
wonderfully nude form.
The burglar placed a tiny suction cup on the window glass and cut a
small circle around it with a cutting tool made of industrial
diamonds. She popped the cut glass out and reached inside the window
to undo the latch. After opening the window without a sound, and with
the deftness of the most agile of gymnasts, the cat burglar silently
landed on both feet and one hand, shooting out her left leg, steadying
herself on the carpet as she landed in the room. Remaining in that
position, she scanned the room and unbelievably spotted it on the
night table beside the bed, the TV light glinting off its magnificent
golden surface. `Nice,` she said to herself. `Too lazy to put it in
the room's safe, tsk, tsk. That makes it easier for me.` The thief
estimated that the porn thesp's lack of good judgment (dropping her
trademark jewelry on the night stand), would save her two to five
minutes by her not having to crack the hotel room's safe.
The sexy starlet never went anywhere without her bodacious
bling-bling: three gold chains in varying lengths and colors of gold
attached to two gold nipple clamps. When the video slut stood upright,
the tri-colored chains adorned her massive cleavage. She was never shy
about wearing her gold in public. When she was getting fucked
doggie-style in her films, preferably up the ass (her trademark
position), the chain hung down and shook along with her scrumptious
udders.
Silently, the steamy thief quickly padded over and snatched it in her
left paw. She then deposited her score in her belt. Her job was done.
All she had to do now was remove the snakelike camera from the window
and leave. `Such exemplary work needs a signature,` she convinced
herself.
She pulled off her black ski mask and her brunette locks splashed
down onto well-defined shoulders. After applying a fresh gloss of
lipstick vogue from an applicator in her belt, she leaned forward and
planted her lips on the porno star's shapely derriere, leaving behind,
in a brilliant crimson, the moist image of two perfectly formed lips.
The adult film star let out a pleasantly shallow sigh as the thief
silently leapt to the window sill, taking her camera and prize.
Along the window ledge she carefully circled to the back of the
hotel. There she attached a mountain climber's rope to the metal hook
used by the window washers and rappelled down the side of the old
structure as soundless as a ghost creeping over a snow covered
graveyard. She yanked the rope down and wrapped it around one of her
arms.
Then she was gone, as if riding the wind itself into the black night,
a wisp of a wraith, her quest complete.
* * * *
`Intriguing,` said the redoubtable man with the shaved head in the
custom fitted gray suit and pristine white shirt. He was listening to
the recounting of this devilish deed from the very same lips that had
bid the sexy porn starlet a goodnight buss on her bulbous cheek. He
and the beautiful cat burglar were seated in his high-rise office. It
was a corner room, decorated with heavy wooden furniture and cherry
wood walls. The wall behind the big man's desk was a huge window
rising from floor to ceiling. The view of the city's skyscrapers
behind him was dazzling on this sun splashed, yet chilly spring morn.
`Wonderful work as usual, my pet,` he complimented her as he walked
from behind his desk. He dangled the gold chain once worn by the porno
queen in front of his face. He let it run across one of his cheeks
while closing his eyes and sighing. The thief, while seated on a black
leather couch holding a glass of brandy in her hand, her miniskirt
revealing her shapely gams, stole a glance at her boss. His reaction
to the stolen piece was making her a tad uncomfortable.
`Sir,` her voice jarred him from his erotic rapture. `I thought it
quite conceited that she masturbates to her own videos.`
`Not I, she's an outstanding talent. Do you know how many times I've
watched her make love on video while wearing this? To think, these
tiny clasps were once fastened to each of her pink nipples. Now it's
mine,` the bald man reopened his eyes and smiled at her. `And it's all
because of you, my dear.`
The man depressed the intercom button on his desk. `Ms. Charles,
please send in Turk.` They exchanged smiles as they waited for Turk to
enter.
A few seconds elapsed before the large polished wooden door to the
bald man's office slowly opened. She watched as an extremely buffed
man with long blond hair down to the middle of his back joined them.
He was strikingly handsome, flashing her a gaze as blue as the
Caribbean. He wore only a white terry-cloth robe. With his untamed
golden locks, he could easily be on the cover of a romance novel, she
thought.
Her name was Catherine Amanda Thomas: Cat to her employers.
She stood five seven and weighed a mere one hundred and ten pounds.
Her skin was the color of light coffee. Today her hair was straight
and black with bangs that dangled precariously above her green
feline-like orbs. Her lips were red and moist. Her breasts were a bit
smallish, but she possessed dark chocolate nipples nearly an inch in
length. They had popped up when Turk strutted into the room.
`Cat, I have another assignment for you,` the bald man explained as
he tossed a dossier onto the silver and smoked glass table in front of
her. It skidded to a halt just a few inches away from her glass of
amber libation. `Turk, show her, please.`
Without hesitation, Turk opened his robe and let it fall to the
floor. He stood in front of her completely nude; his muscular body was
hard, yet smooth, as if he had just emerged from a chunk of white
marble. His stomach was rippled and his pecs bulged. The considerable
length of his penis hung like an elephant's nose, an easy nine inches.
From where Cat could see, Turk had all the body hair removed south of
his neck `Mmm, I'm impressed, Turk,` Cat informed him. He nodded his
thanks and gave her a wry smile while leaving his hands clasped behind
him.
`Yes, I can see what you mean, Cat,` the bald man remarked, `but
Turk's impressive endowment is not the issue here. Stay focused,
please. See the ring he is wearing on it?` That was all her boss
needed to reveal. Cat knew her next assignment would be to steal a
cock ring from some famous person, a paparazzi sought after star. His
identity was within the contents of the envelope on the table.
Cat arose from the sofa and smoothed the short business suit over her
well rounded butt. She finished her brandy and walked over to Turk,
where she let a shiny red fingernail trace a line from his chiseled
chin down to his shaved pubic region. She took hold of his cock with
her right hand and gently began pulling on it. Turk sighed as the
beautiful thief stole its flaccid state. `Say no more,` Cat said while
looking over her shoulder at the bald man. `I'll get on it right
away.`
`Very good,` the bald man replied. `Oh, by the way, you can do with
Turk whatever you like. Consider him a gratuity for a job well done.`
He grinned.
`Thank you so much,` she smiled as well, and began stroking Turk's
throbbing member at an increased pace. After a few dozen pulls, his
circumcised prick swelled to an angry purple and sweet pre-cum
glistened upon its swollen tip. He groaned loudly and started gyrating
his hips while enticed by Cat's hypnotic slits. He was mesmerized by
her tantalizing beauty as she continued to stroke his rigid tool. She
ran a wet tongue over her seductive lips. It didn't take long until he
was ready to spurt.
`Mind the rug, Cat,` the bald man warned. `It's Persian.`
`Of course,` she said. She took her other hand and gently placed it
on Turk's massive chest, feeling his rapid heart rate while pushing
him back a few steps until he was off the rug and standing on the
parquet floor. She leaned forward, `Come now, baby,` she purred in his
ear. The hot breath of her voice, coupled with the sweet fragrance she
was wearing, threw Turk's senses into overdrive. He threw back his
head like a riled stallion as his bulging thighs quivered. He spurted
long ropes of load into the air. Both the bald man and Cat heard it
splash onto the floor. After about seven thrusts of his hips and
muscular thighs, Cat let go of Turk's engorged pecker. There was a
drop of his cream on her red fingertip. She put it to his panting
mouth and wiped it across his upper lip. Then she leaned forward and
kissed him. `Yummy,` she exclaimed while looking into Turk's eyes. She
turned to pick up the dossier. `Good day, gentlemen,` she piped, and
exited the office. Turk stood there panting, his chest heaving. His
hands were still behind his back as he watched Cat's perfect ass
shimmy away.
`Don't just stand there, Turk. Clean up that mess,` the bald man in
the business suit instructed bluntly.
