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.
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