The San Francisco Seven: The Robbery
Written by (in order of appearance) Rawballz, Evil, TRL and Victor Field
Starring (in alphabetical order): Troian Bellisario, Ashley Benson, Megan Fox, JoAnna Garcia, Alicia Keys, Blake Lively, Shay Mitchell, Rhona Mitra, Hayden Panettiere, Grace Park, Jaime Pressly, Emma Roberts, Roselyn Sanchez, Alessandra Torresani
You know, we really have to get the definitions of "chain story" (which these things technically aren't) and "collaboration" (which these things really are) sorted out. This is the first of a four-part miniseries about a ragtag group of ladies pulling a caper, and the consequences thereof - it was basically Rawballz's idea, hence Roselyn Sanchez.
So even though circumstances mean his contributions don't extend much beyond the basic premise and introducing Miss Sanchez, Rhona Mitra and Jaime Pressly, this story likely wouldn't even exist without him.
It goes without saying that the ladies in this story, though real, are here in AU versions - and they're all fictional. They don't really indulge in webcams or rob banks, and they certainly don't kill people. And what with it featuring violence, sexual themes (well, duh) and strong languages, it's not intended for under-18s or those over-18s with sensitive feelings (in which case why are you even here?), or for anyone who can't stand the cast of "Pretty Little Liars."
You can put your praise or complaints on the boards; you can even send praise or complaints to the authors themselves, if you so desire, although since there are four of them involved and their email addresses aren't included this time it might be tough. Anyway, enough preamble, time for our feature presentation...
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There could not be a better place to be. Roselyn looked around in complete astonishment at her surroundings. The grass was greener, the cloudless sky was bluer than she had ever seen before. The beautiful songs sung by the birds sounded sweeter than ever. Every single flower’s pedals opened up to greet her as she walked by. The light breeze gently flowed through her long, black hair. There seemed to be not another soul around as she followed the narrow trail deeper and deeper into this magical land. She was naked as the day she was born, but it seemed okay. It felt like it would be a disservice to this lovely land to hide your own beauty from it. She had nothing to hide, and who would hide from this heaven?
The winding trail soon opened up to a clearing with a dreamlike brook cutting through the earth. Roselyn sauntered her way over to a large, smooth rock, sat down, and dangled her feet into the water. The cooling sensations of the brook ran pleasant shivers all over her bronze body. Her eyes slowly shut, and her she began to drift off into a deep slumber. Suddenly, she felt a few raindrops falling onto her. Her eyes opened again, and as the rain gained tremendous momentum, she saw that the rain was red. Startled, she maneuvered to escape off the rock to seek shelter. A hand from the bloody river suddenly grabbed her around her right ankle. She tried to scream, but her voice was paralyzed in complete fear. The man raised completely out of the creek, and glared at Roselyn. She recognized the man, she thought just before a pair of arms nabbed her from behind.
Roselyn awoke in her bed with the bed sheets twisted around her legs, and her wife-beater t-shirt covered with sweat. Her heartbeat began to slow down to a normal pace again. Back to reality, and back to the adobe home she shared with her partner, Alicia. Back to Albuquerque, New Mexico, and back to her life. It wasn’t quite like the heaven she dreamt of, but neither the hell that it had quickly turned into. She heard the water running in the shower, and the sound of brushing teeth, as she sat on the side of the bed trying to gather her thoughts. “Finally awake?” Alicia asked with a smile, and her lips coated with toothpaste foam.
Roselyn arose from the bed, and walked into the bathroom where Alicia continued to brush her teeth. “Are you okay, Popi?” Alicia asked.
“I’m fine, just a strange dream,” she responded, as she bent over to drink from the faucet.
“You want to talk about it?” Alicia asked as she wrapped up her teeth scrubbing.
“How’s Joshua?” Roselyn asked, completely dismissing Alicia’s inquiry.
“He’s good. Ate like a bandit, and now he’s fast asleep back in his crib.”
Roselyn stood in front of the sink, blankly looking at her reflection in the mirror. Alicia slowly sauntered up behind her, and gently wrapped her arms around her abdomen. “Are we okay?” Alicia whispered into her ear.
Roselyn smiled, and rubbed her hands over Alicia’s encompassing arms. “We’re great.” Roselyn paused. “I’m sorry, I just feel grimy.”
“Care to join me in the shower?” Alicia smiled slyly at Roselyn in the mirror.
“You get it warmed up. I’ll be in there after I brush my teeth.”
“I’ll get it hot and steamy,” Alicia giggled and kissed her on the neck.
Alicia dropped her robe, and headed into the shower. Roselyn stared at her nude body as she walked behind her, and disappeared behind the curtain. It was hard to believe that only six months had passed since Alicia gave birth to her son, Joshua. It was even harder to believe that her body looked as good as it does after that process, Roselyn thought. The two of them met only another six months before the birth. While their relationship was not based upon pity, Roselyn couldn’t help but feel a little for her. Alicia was over three months pregnant when they met. Having been dumped by the father, alone, and confused, Roselyn really admired Alicia’s strength to possibly raise a baby on her own. Alicia had never been with a woman before Roselyn, and that was one thought that gnawed at the back of her mind. Did Alicia really love her like she professes she does? Was she only with her because she was a helping hand in her troubled state? Too many questions,
but not serious enough to bring up in conversation. Maybe it was just in Roselyn’s state of mind about not being able to fully trust another person. Maybe it was because of the secret life she has hidden from Alicia, and was projecting the mistrusts onto her mate. These were thoughts she would have to work out on her own, she knew that.
Roselyn peeled off her damp undershirt and pulled down her black panties before stepping into the shower with Alicia. “Are you working today?” Alicia asked with her back turned toward Roselyn.
“Yeah, I need to get something done before the mortgage payment is due again,” Roselyn replied while soaping up Alicia’s back.
“You know, I can always double on my piano students,” Alicia spoke as she turned to face her, while letting the hot water rush down through her hair.
“That won’t be necessary. I have plenty of worked backed up for me to rifle through.”
Alicia smiled, “Your investments, huh?”
“Yeah, I have some good leads,” Roselyn replied without making eye contact.
“Well, what kind of investments?”
“The usual: Beachfront properties, mango farms, soap production…” Roselyn began to trail off as she rubbed the soap over Alicia’s breasts and stomach. “Vaginal stimulation,” she added as her soap-filled hand found its way between Alicia’s legs to her honey pot.
“Mmmmmmmmm. I like the sound of that last one.” Alicia whispered and lightly bit her bottom lip. “Can you show me how to invest in that?”
“You already are," Roselyn responded with a wicked smile.
Alicia leaned over and kissed Roselyn on her awaiting mouth, as her hands cradled her breasts. Roselyn continued to soap her dripping wet pussy ever so gently with the bar of Zest, with the tips of her fingers massaging her outer labia, and occasionally tickling her anus. A quick wave of pleasure rolled through Alicia’s body, as she worked her busy lips down Roselyn’s neck and toward her chest. Alicia circled Roselyn’s areolas with her feisty tongue and lightly bit at her nipples. Roselyn quickly returned the playful biting by squeezing her teeth down on the left side of Alicia’s neck. A low groan escaped her lips, as Roselyn licked her way down to her bare shoulder. Roselyn’s hands soothed their way around massaging Alicia’s hips, and her fingernails lightly scraped around them to her tight ass. With a hand on each cheek, Roselyn spread them apart, leaving her open asshole vulnerable to the warm, falling water. Instinctively, Alicia knew
what this meant and followed accordingly. She turned around with her back facing Roselyn again and bent to a ninety degree angle, placing her hands on the sides of the tub for support. Roselyn grabbed the removable shower head and ran the hot water down her back until it reached Alicia’s fully displayed ass. Roselyn knelt down behind her and watched closely as the waterfall caressed over her light brown cheeks and puckered asshole. Alicia bit onto her bottom lip in anticipation.
Roselyn’s magic fingers massaged and kneaded Alicia’s ass cheeks firmly, grabbing up handfuls of the wet, rounded skin. She briskly backhanded the inside of Alicia’s right thigh with her right hand. “Up!” Roselyn demanded. Like a good newbie just learning the ropes of the submissive lesbian, Alicia promptly lifter her right leg and placed her foot on the edge of the bathtub. “Good girl,” Roselyn smiled. Alicia was now completely open for business. She placed the shower head on Alicia’s back, with its head pointed back at her so the water continued to flow down her awaiting ass. Roselyn reached forward through Alicia’s wide opened legs all the way to her dangling breasts. She pinched and flicked at her fully erect nipples, then slowly retracted her hand down her nude, soaked body. Over her abdomen and down to her pelvis, then stopping at her clitoris where her long fingers began to apply just the right amount of pressure. Alicia moaned
as the thoroughbreds of pleasure galloped through her body. Roselyn then pushed her left index finger carefully into Alicia’s asshole. Her ass muscles tightened instantly, but then relaxed. Roselyn buried her face into her backside, and hungrily lapped at her quivering pussy. “Gyyyuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Alicia bellowed into the four by four inch bath tiles in front of her face. Her arms and legs shook feverishly, as she came quick and hard onto Roselyn’s tongue and mouth. Alicia tried to catch her breath, as Roselyn helped her back to her feet. She tenderly held the shaking beauty in her arms, kissed her on her trembling lips, and whispered to her, “Now it’s my turn, mi hermosa flor.” Roselyn spread her legs, and pushed Alicia down on her knees.
An hour later in downtown Albuquerque, Roselyn walked out of the bank after making a much needed transaction. She could feel her pulse race and her blood pressure soar every time she came here, or any banking establishment for that matter. The old days; although the jobs were extraordinarily stressful and uncertain at times, there was no other time that her mind was more clear. It just came naturally for her to rob, especially banks. Roselyn could feel the thrill of it still deep inside her, although it had been three years since that botched job in Omaha. The demons still chased her about that those fateful minutes that she had to take the life of that man. Roselyn had always made it a rule not to kill unless it was completely necessary and there was no other alternative, but she knows that he didn’t have to die. If only Jaime would have…
Roselyn’s train of thought suddenly derailed as she saw a person leaning next to her F-150. Like a ghost from her past, Rhona Mitra was there before her very eyes. “Surely, this must be trouble,” Roselyn thought to herself and made the sign of the cross.
“You lost?” Roselyn asked her, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh my dear Popi,” Rhona smirked. “I told you that you wouldn’t see me again until I found the perfect job.”
Roselyn stared at her, and although she could sense the uncertainty, the itch of the thrill filled her very soul.
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Chicago, later that night. In the master bedroom of an upper-class house in a upper-class neighborhood, a man in his mid-forties, and his wife in her late thirties both lay on their bed side by side, blindfolded and naked with their hands bound together behind their respective backs. The man’s right foot was tied to one bedpost, while his left foot was bound to his wife’s right, and her left was tied to the other bedpost. Both of them were gagged properly as only a professional could do. Both of them laid there in fear, not knowing what would become of them next. The entire house was in a state of complete chaos. Drawers had been gone through, closets emptied and the safe’s door opened. Jaime Pressly walked back into the dimly lit bedroom wearing nothing but her tight-fitting black lace bra and panties, and her I-Pod headphones on with the device tucked neatly into the side of her underwear. She playfully danced her way over to the bed with Barry
White singing in her ears.
Jaime stopped wiggling her hips and stood at the foot of the bed, just staring at the couple. The brightness on her face, turned suddenly into a disapproving glare. “Y’all, I’m really sorry about the position y’all are in, but you did kinda force my hand a little bit, y’know? I mean, I pride myself on stealin’ from rich yuppies like yourselves. I’m certainly not sorry about that, but like, I know it must be humiliating and all to be naked and tied up like this. At least you can be thankful that I didn’t go ahead with my original plan of hog-tying y’all, right? That’s very uncomfortable right there, speaking from experience.”
Jaime giggled at herself and hopped up on the bed on her knees between the husband’s legs. She then unhooked and then shrugged off her bra. “Here’s what’s gonna happen next though. I gotta tell you, I get real famished after an event like this. Y’know, just so hungry, and I got to admit, it gets me just a little horny as well.” Jaime looked over at the bound wife. “I’m gonna suck your husband’s cock, little Mrs. Housewife, m’kay? I don’t really dig on the beaver that much, but don’t you worry. I may throw you something a little special too now.”
As much as the man wanted to fight it, he couldn’t help but achieve a half erection at the words that so easily poured out of his captor’s mouth. Jaime laughed, “Ma’am, I think he’s already looking forward to this.”
After the words exited her face, Jaime wrapped her entire mouth around the man’s cock. Her lips pressed up around the base of his manhood, and her tongue swirled circles around the shaft and head of his dick for about thirty seconds. The man grunted loudly into his gag, as Jaime lifted her head and mouth off of his lap. His cock was fully erect now, and even pulsating with hot blood inside. Jaime smiled, “You about to shoot your load already?” She cupped the man’s tight scrotum and massaged it with one hand, and began masturbating his penis with the other. He moaned louder and louder until the stroking of his cock became too much to bear, and he came into Jaime’s well-timed and open mouth.
“Lookit you, Quick Draw McGraw!” she barely uttered with the cum hot in her mouth. Jaime shuffled off the bed and walked over to the side where the wife laid. She pulled the gag out of her mouth and forced her mouth open. Jaime leaned over and with her lips just hovering an inch over hers, she spit the cum into the wife’s mouth. She was a good sport and let her swallow before giving her a deep kiss, and replacing her gag.
Already thirty miles outside of Chicago, Jaime’s Mustang zoomed down the interstate heading now to God knows where. The familiar ringtone was barely audible over the country music playing on the radio. Jaime quickly turned the music down and answered. “Yeah!” she shouted in her usual way.
“Blondie, I have a job for you.” Rhona spoke.
“Hell, girl just point me in the right direction!”
Jaime chatted with her just a few moments longer, before looking at her fingernails and knowing it was going to be a bitch to remove the blood that was coated underneath them.
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Shay Mitchell stood in the center of the campus of the University of Southern California. She outstretched her arms and took a deep breath of southern California air. She sighed and looked up at the stature of the USC mascot, Tommy Trojan, near the center of campus. This was the perfect place to start over with a new life.
Shay walked past the floral arrangement in front of Doheny library and even stopped to admire the bushes that were cut to spell out U-S-C. As Shay stopped to take it all in she thought to herself about how exciting her new life would be.
Another reason she stopped was who was approaching her, both girls were tanned with long blonde hair and both wore tight fitting sorority t-shirts that clung to their bodies in a way that made Shay stop and admire for the briefest of moments. As both girls absent-mindedly walked past Shay, the brunette looked at them as they walked away. Her eyes went straight for their asses swaying back and forth in their skirts, Shay let out a quiet moan to herself as she turned back to Doheny.
Shay knew she had to control her lusts, she didn't want her sexuality getting out on her first day. Never mind what would happen if her family found out. Shay's beeping cell phone brought her out of her haze, she had to meet with her faculty advisor. She closed her cell phone and made her way toward Popovich Hall. Economics and business was something that always fascinated Shay and she hoped that she could make a go of it here at USC.
As she entered her faculty advisor's office and pulled off her light sweater, it was hot enough in SoCal she mused, she didn't need to be any hotter.
And hot was exactly what Shay was as she looked herself over in a mirror, her exotic features, her long dark hair and bronze skin would make her very popular on campus. Shay smoothed out her short skirt and pulled it down her shapely legs a bit more to be more presentable for her first meeting with her advisor. She had been on campus for nearly a week now and had yet to plan out her future studies with her advisor.
She took a breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came the voice from the other side.
Shay entered the room and smiled.
"Ah, Miss... Fields. Emily Fields is it?" asked the beautiful counselor.
"Yes, Emily Fields." Shay said with a smile on her face as she sat down.
"Rhona Mitra," the woman said by way of introduction. "Now, your file says you're here at USC to study... economics?"
"Yes, economics. My family are all engineers so I didn't want to go into the family business. I wnted to try my own thing." Shay said nervously smiling. She marveled at Rhona's beauty, her long dark hair and striking features. Shay quivered slightly in her seat.
"Your family, Miss Fields...I wonder how your family would react to this?" Rhona pulled out a picture from the file and showed it to Shay. Shay's blood ran cold and she turned white. Rhona smiled at the girl's predicament.
"Your name isn't really Emily Fields, is it?" Rhona said, putting the picture down on the desk and leaning back in her chair. Shay looked away from the photo, it showed her at a strip club sliding up a pole with her back to it.
"In fact, your name is actully Shay Mitchell, youngest daughter of Canada's Mitchell family, The most notorious family of thieves in Canada. You, however, chose not to go into the family business now why is that?" Rhona asked, a wicked smile forming on her face.
"I....um...my family...doesn't want me...um...trading on their name." Shay said hanging her head.
Rhona pulled out a packet and slammed it on the desk.
"You pull off this job, they will be trading on your name." Rhona said.
"I'm not in that business, I can't..." Shay said, shaking her head back and forth.
"Give it a chance darling." Rhona said standing up, Shay's eyes went straight to Rhona's legs. Her body reacted instantly, she crossed her own legs and squeezed them together tightly trying to stifle her arousal. Rhona sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs in front of Shay.
"I know full well what not only your family is capable of, but you as well." Rhona said, reaching back for her file. Looking through it she held up 'Emily's' high school transcripts.
"These forgeries are very well done. Your family must have taught you well, wonder why they don't want you in the family business." Rhona said as she read through the file. Shay sat nervously in her chair, trying to process the fact that her past had been found out as well as controlling her own lusts. Shay's panties were soaked.
"W-what do you want with me?" Shay asked as she crossed her legs again, tightly. Rhona smiled and flipped her hair back.
"You have two skills that are quite valuable to me Miss Mitchell. You are already an expert document forger, and you also have a photographic memory. Which is the main skill I need you for." Rhona said flipping through the file again.
"I'm trying to start over..." Shay said with a bit of fire in her voice. A fire that was quickly put out when Rhona waved a couple more surveillance photos in front of her.
Shay's blood ran cold when she saw them, they were even worse then her grinding on a pole. The first one had her in a passionate liplock with a random blonde girl, the second one had the same blonde sliding two fingers up Shay's short skirt, the look on her face in the photo could not be explained away were anyone else to see it.
"Now, I know you want a fresh start away from the criminal lifestyle. I can offer you that in spades if you do this job for me. If you dont..." Rhona said sitting on the couch next to a nervous Shay. "...your family finds these pictures on their doorstep." Shay's eyes went wide as she moved back on the couch, she swallowed. Her fate was sealed.
"I'll do it."
Rhona smiled. "I thought you might."
Rhona sat down on the couch and ran her hand up Shay's leg and slightly up her skirt, eliciting a moan from the younger girl.
"Now to seal our deal." Rhona said as she kissed Shay on the lips.
Shay's hands reached up and cupped the other woman's breasts, where she started massaging them without thinking. Rhona's tongue invaded Shay's mouth a moment later, working it's way right down Shay's throat.
Rhona grabbed the bottom of Shay's skirt and pulled it down. Shay lifted her ass up off the couch so she could slide it off.
Rhona smiled as it became clear Shay hadn't worn panties.
"My, what a naughty little fake-student-slash-stripper you are, Miss Emily Fields. Not wearing panties under such a short skirt? That's positively slutty."
Rhona licked her finger seductively and slid it into Shay's wet opening, eliciting a moan from the student. Rhona pumped the fingers into Shay repeatedly as the girl's moans got louder.
Rhona's finger ficking pace slowed as she leaned in and whispered to Shay "I'm going to fuck your pussy raw and I am going to make you love it."
"Oh yeah," Shay groaned. "Oh yeah!!! That’s it!! Lick me!!! Lick me there!!!"
Shay moaned as she let this woman fuck her. Shay had to worry what this woman might do if she resisted. Shay was in the closet with her sexuality and she knew she had been careless when she fucked that blonde in the club that night...'What was her name? Ashley?' Shay wondered idly as she squirmed under Rhona's touch.
Those pictures would sever her ties with her family forever. They may have been gypsies, tramps, liars and thieves but for some reason the thought of their daughter being with another girl would have ashamed them.
Rhona smiled and moved in and engulfed Shay's pussy with one lick as she pumped a finger in and out along with her tongue. Shay's moaning was almost instinctive, her moans were almost loud enough to alert people outside to what was going on.
"Oh fuck!!!" Shay moaned and as Rhona paused, denying Shay the sensations for a moment. "Oh fu-u-u-uck-k-k-k!!!"
Rhona knew what was happening and smiled as she slid her fingers in and out of Shay faster and faster. She loved the fact that when Shay had climaxed, Rhona would make her return the favor, whether Shay wanted to or not.
Rhona slid her fingers in deep and nibbled on Shay's ultra sensitive clit and she let out a massive moan as she came all over the couch and Rhona's fingers. Rhona put her fingers by Shay's mouth and instinctively the girl sucked them clean, Rhona smiled as she saw Shay move her fingers down her body to rub her pussy while she sucked.
Rhona pulled her fingers out of Shay's mouth and she smacked Shay on the ass, eliciting a yelp from the young woman. Shay's big brown eyes looked directly at Rhona as she sat down next to the bottomless girl.
"It's your turn Shay." Rhona said as she slid her skirt and panties down her shapely legs. Rhona pulled Shay in for a deep kiss, lowered the younger woman to her knees and sat back down.
Once again Shay and Rhona locked lips. Shay ripped open Rhona's blouse exposing her bra-clad tits to the room. Shay made her way to Rhona's bra covered breasts and got to work pleasing her with her various licking and sucking. The raven-haired beauty loved the feel of Shay's sweet tongue massaging her hard nipples, Rhona moaned in enjoyment. Rhona smiled seductively as she felt Shay kissing and licking down her washboard stomach.
Shay took one finger and gently put it deep in Rhona's pussy, pushing it in and out. She pulled the finger out and sucked it clean as she looked Rhona in the eyes. Rhona smiled.
"Well, get to it then." Rhona said smiling.
Shay continued to finger and tongue Rhona's sopping wet slit, starting slowly, but escalating her efforts as Rhona's body reacted. The older woman humped Shay's face, the effort making her a bit breathless, yet somehow empasising each and every one of Rhona's moans.
"Yes, that's good" Rhona moaned as Shay's tongue work continued.
Shay, in pure lesbian fashion, tongued and fingered Rhona's womanhood like there was no tomorrow. Now sliding one of her free fingers in Rhona's ass, her licking continued as the older woman's legs quivered, almost ready for her orgasm. Gaining this knowledge, Shay had doubled her efforts to please her. She could already feel it coming.
"Oh, that's incredible Shay." Rhona moaned as she held Shay's head between her legs.
Shay's head was nearly squashed due to Rhona wrapping her legs around it. The sensation was too great for her, and Rhona immediately squirted out her mass amount of cum right on her face and in her mouth. Shay was more than happy to savor the luscious juices and did just that. After Rhona's orgasm ended, the weakened Shay simply gazed at her. Rhona's thighs nearly made Shay black out but she gazed up at her, admiring her sexy, nearly naked body as she tasted the remainder of Rhona's cum. Shay decided that this was worth what she was about to do for Rhona.
Shay stood up to put her skirt back on, as she turned her back to Rhona she felt a sharp stinging slap on her ass which made her jump in surprise. She turned to see Rhona standing there with a packet.
"This packet explains the entire job and everything you will need to do." Rhona said as she handed Shay the packet and buttoned up her blouse. Rhona passed Shay and opened the door.
"You might want to get dressed before the real counselor shows up, Miss Fields," Rhona said, emphasising Shay's fake name. She grabbed the still-confused Shay and kissed her deeply on the lips, and walked out of the office. She paused in the doorway, glancing back at the young woman still half-naked on the floor. "Oh, and you'll need a new wardrobe for your next job. Try to do better than stripper-chic, would you?"
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When Emma Roberts was on a job, she wasn’t put off by the target having a pussy instead of a prick. All that mattered was getting onto the premises where the target was; this time she’d lucked out.
In her bedroom Mrs. Ernestine Delacroix pinned the young woman under her, licking out her snatch and kissing her clit as Emma moaned and writhed; as far as Mrs. Delacroix was concerned, Emma was a prostitute on call and she was a married woman who liked having the odd munch – the younger the better - without her husband knowing. Emma’s lithe, nubile body bucked as she fondled the woman’s head, telling her not to stop EVER…
“See you later?” Mrs. Delacroix asked, seeing her out.
“Count on it. I live around here,” Emma laughed, lying on both counts.
“Best $300 I ever spent.”
”We said $250.”
”Your pussy tastes too nice to not leave a tip.”
With one last kiss, Emma left her customer – she'd only had a bag on her. But this bag had everything she needed. And once she got onto the roof, it was showtime…
Emma had always gotten a thrill out of breaking and entering, even more so than actually stealing. She liked to take risks on her jobs, and since she never worked with a gang the only way to heighten the rush she got was to… well, to work naked. Thrill aside, it helped her out going through airvents – her already slim body had no need to worry about clothes snagging against anything, and the bag she took with her was only big enough to carry whatever she needed. It also served as a distraction if she was ever interrupted – Emma still chuckled whenever she remembered the guard who’d seen her in the gallery; her beautiful bareness had distracted him only briefly, but it had been long enough for Emma to send him to the Land of Nod.
With the oily contents of the bottle in her bag freshly depleted all over her lovely tight body, and with her few clothes safely inside that bag, Emma manoeuvred herself into the airvents using the passageway on the roof, always the easiest way in. Five floors later she reached her destination; like all the rooms in this apartment building, it was a well-decorated place – but her research had shown the floor in the room she was aiming for had a weight-sensitive detector activated whenever the owner went to bed, which went off the SECOND anyone touched the floor. So she’d have to do it hanging in midair. And avoiding the sensors whose invisible lights were throughout the room and around the picture behind which lay the safe, so she’d have to do it upside down.
This was one time Emma was glad she didn’t have a rack like Christina Hendricks – even if those enormous jugs wouldn’t have been a drawback to squirreling through tight spaces, having them hanging down and slapping onto her face could have been fatal at a time like this. As it was, Emma’s more average melons were no impediment as she connected the rope to the grille she’d placed on the wall secured by her extremely strong plastic adhesive (tested up to 300 lbs) and lowered herself, pushing the picture aside.
Yep, there it was – none of those pressed ear/knob turnings here; it was one of those screen-and-keypad jobs. Of course, she could have just blown the safe, but she didn’t like to do that unless it was a last resort; the fewer traces left behind, the bigger the surprise for the owners. From her bag of tricks, Emma withdrew what looked like an mp3 player, but what when put against the safe started to read it electronically… it wouldn’t be long before she got the combination.
“We’re in,” she said as the seven figures came up. “Come to mama…” She keyed in the numbers, and the safe silently slid open, revealing…
But Emma was used to that; why would people as rich as her target keep their actual cash in the safe? The money might be somewhere else, but the KEY to the money was almost certainly right here. Emma reached for the envelopes, wondering what was in there… security details? Cards? Account numbers?
”You’ve got a beautiful bum on you, Emma. I’d hate to have to put a bullet through it.”
Emma’s hand froze. SonofaBITCH! And the woman knew her name…
As the lights came on, Emma swivelled around to get a look at Rhona Mitra, standing in the room with a gun pointed at her. A gun that looked as if it could leave her all over this room if she moved wrong.
“I don’t suppose I could tell you it’s not what you think?” she asked sheepishly.
“You could,” the British brunette answered. “Or I could bring in the police and have them take care of it. Or I could just shoot you and then call the police. Killing a cat burglar in the act? Especially one who’s wanted in several cities? No one would possibly blame me.”
Emma wasn’t liking this at all. Not only was Rhona holding all the cards, but if any more blood went to her head it might explode.
“Or we could come to some kind of… arrangement,” Rhona continued, striding towards the inverted American lass. “Only one other person has ever come close to stealing from me as you have, and she used to work for me.”
”Let’s just say her ability to judge distances between rooftops left something to be desired. In addition to your more obvious attributes, you also know how to get into just about any secure facility on the planet.”
”Except for the Jonas brothers’ pants,” Emma cracked.
Rhona allowed a second smile to flit across her face. “That’s one reason why I’m going to let you stay out of jail. Another is… you can stop pretending to be Spider-Man, by the way.”
Emma gratefully put herself right side up and lowered herself to the floor, shaking herself to bring the blood back to its proper places. “What’s the other?” she asked her prospective employer.
“I told you, you have a very lovely backside. And front. Before we get down to business, I’m going to play with it a little.” Rhona let her nightgown drop to the ground, showing Emma her lovely nude form and not missing the way the girl’s eyes lit up. “As you have already slept with one of my employees, you may as well get a promotion.”
”One of your… wait a minute. Delacroix?”
”Exactly. You see, your reputation precedes you...”
“Look who’s talking.”
”Yes. Anyway, on finding you were in this city and knowing you like to research your quarry, I had Mrs. Delacroix get in touch with you and make herself available. Once she had brought you to her - to MY – building, the rest was easy.”
”Does she really like girls?”
”Actually, yes. Unlike her husband.”
Rhona was still holding the gun on Emma, but the girl was at ease when the metal touched her flesh; the older woman started stroking her with the gun barrel, moving it through her hair, along her left cheek and down across her breasts. Rhona’s free hand was massaging Emma’s tender rump as she knelt to give the burglar a kiss on the lips. Emma had no trouble returning the kiss as she rested her hands on Rhona’s breasts, slowly stroking the heavy orbs.
Emma’s nerves were holding up until she felt the long gun barrel slipping into her tight little snatch.
Rhona felt Emma’s body tensing up. “Don’t worry, I was never going to shoot,” Rhona assured her. “The safety’s on.”
Emma relaxed a little as Rhona slid the gun in and around her pussy, accompanying each thrust and twist with little kisses over her body. Emma tasted Rhona’s nipples, her hand straying down between the woman’s legs and slipping a finger inside; Rhona was what she called a rainforest down there, because she was hot and wet. Just how she liked it. She groaned as Rhona’s gun thrust up her, teasing and pushing.
“Turn around,” Rhona said. Emma obeyed, obligingly spreading her taut tush. Her boss studied the glistening gun barrel for a moment, all lubed with Emma’s own cunt, before she pressed the tip to Emma’s asshole and pushed forward. Fast. The girl wanted to yell, but she gritted her teeth – she had a feeling that Rhona Mitra was not the kind to tolerate wimps. She held her ground, feeling Rhona pumping the gun with one hand and returning the favour Emma’s fingers had given her with the other, fondling and pushing fingers up the girl’s pussy. Emma started to gasp as the boss let her have it at both entrances, twisting the weapon inside her stretching anus with every pant.
Emma’s body started to quiver as Rhona’s gun moved faster, the girl’s mind on her lover’s magnificent body – oooh, if only they were reversed…Emma’s image of Rhona’s luscious rump was soon replaced by the sensations of heat through her body as her silence was broken by a series of rapidly louder cries as she shook under Rhona’s moves. Emma wailed in joy as her cunt soaked Rhona’s fingers; with one last thrust her body quaked in orgasm, as Rhona slid her gun out of the girl.
The sweating, shaking burglar sank to the floor in relief as Rhona strode to the still-open safe and took out the envelope. “This is what you came for,” she said as calmly as if she hadn’t just fucked Emma Roberts in the ass with a gun. “I must admit that if you hadn’t found it, I would have been very upset. Here,” she added, giving the girl the envelope. “This contains the information for the main job I’ve hired you for. Read it, commit it to memory, and destroy it. I will contact you when it’s time. Now leave.”
Emma pointed to her butt.
“All right, when you’ve recovered...”
* * * * * * * * * *
As soon as Emma had departed, the same way she arrived, Rhona studied the gun she had used on her.
Without clicking the safety button, she fired three shots into the nearest cushion.
“Oh yes, Emma Roberts,” Rhona said softly. “I would have been VERY upset.”