Secret Lives - Lies, Deceit, Lust & Love

[little_golden]

Sometimes you just let a sexual roleplay develop and see what happens....... This is that type of fantasy.

Basic Plot:

Mrs. Catarina Delogos is a sexy blonde housewife who is married to a rich doctor. This sounds pretty perfect except that Mrs. DeLogos is bored silly and her husbands mostly works and travels to conferences abroad. She loves her husband and the prestige and life he provides but she wants to get her own kicks and turns to robbery. Unfortunately the life of crime opens her up to blackmail and other problems.....
[Played by Little_Golden)

Sergeant Brady is a big cop who turned nasty early in his career. He's smart, handsome and devious. Working for himself he runs dope, whores and fences stolen property. Using the law to intimidate others he's a menace to society. Luckily for him, he knows Mr.s Delogos is a thief and is trying to seduce her and to force her to do his bidding.

Doctor Delogos is a smart distracted intellectual with a roving eye. He believes great men should indulge themselves so long as the little wife is taking good care of. He's discreet with his lovers but sees women in general as a distraction to getting famous with his research and medical practice. The good doctor has an on and off again relations with Janet Brown (a neighbor's wife).

Maria is the maid to the DeLogos family. Maria hates Mrs. DeLogos for the abuse and scorn heaped upon her as an illegal alien. Underpaid and fearing the Immigration Department she puts up with the DeLogos. From time to time, Sergeant Brady is know to take advantage of Maria's vulnerability. Maria is sworn to get revenge on Mrs. DeLogos!

Janet Brown is an entrepreneurial woman who knows how to get what she wants. Married to a dull husband she fancies that she'd make a better lover and wife to the famous Dr. DeLogos.

Interested in joing in? Please PM me! We always need new players! We are looking for daily posters.

 

[little_golden]

Let the fantasy begin........

It was a warm summers evening in the metropolis and the sun was just starting to set in the west. Catarina DeLogos had just finished a delightful supper with her doctor husband in their fabulous chalet overlooking the river. It had a private dock and 28ft sailboat anchored 20 feet offshore. Though her husband was filthy rich and successful he was often at the hospital or traveling abroad at conferences. Catarina was bored and lonely.

Reading in the paper, she discovered a fabulous diamond was on display at the Lovtindeck Gallery. The precious gem was the size of her fist and was priceless. It was a temptation to her that she could not resist. True she had jewelry, dresses and money galore.... but she didn't have the priceless Eye of Afrikana.

She pondered the article and began to wonder ...how does one go about stealing it.....

 

[little_golden]

Catarina decided she'd have to start smaller than the big diamond. Somehow she needed to gain some confidence and experience. She decided she'd rob a jewellery store at Fifth Street and remove from them a three strand pearl necklace with platinum fasteners that she adored so much the last time she was there.

As luck would have it her husband was away for the weekend and she took the liberty to rummage through her wardrobe looking for the perfect outfit.,,,,

 

[little_golden]

Planning Completed..... Catarina is eager

"The right outfit" I mumbled to myself then I decided that I would go back through my Halloween costumes! I found the perfect outfit, some tight leather pants, and a fitted black top with a deep V cut and a wig with long dark hair to hide my own blonde hair. Dressing in the mirror I was delighted with the look.

Next, I decided I would use 3 inch heels to give myself some height and take a large black purse for a loot bag. To cover my face I found a cheap looking cat mask that would hide my face but let the wig partiallu hang out - hopefully to through anyone off my tracks.

This was all too easy.

Searching through my husband's night table I found a small loaded handgun. I didn't know the type or the impact power but knew at close range it would be fatal. I told myself I didn't plan on using it - it was just to scare them so they would hand it over.

Now I had the target, the disguise and the gun. I needed to figure out getting there, escaping with the loot and trying to ensure I didn't chicken out. To get there I decided I'd take a cab downtown, switch my clothes in a McDonalds near the shop burst in with the gun in my hand, hand them the note (to avoid speaking) and then I would run off, down a sidestreet, into the subway, spend some time on a few lines, switch my oufit, come back up, shop in a few boutiques and then cab it home. The cab rides and the shopping would hopefully create an alibi for myself.

Whew.... I told myself. I was so smart and excited about the prospect of robbing the shop and getting that beautiful pearl necklace. Sure I could buy it - but that wasn't the same thing.
With the plan laid out - I decided I would strike first thing Saturday morning when the shop opened at 9:00 a.m. There would be fewer people and only one or two employees.

I changed into my jogging suit and took a 45 minute jog around the waterfront. My body was pumping and I felt a excited sexual energy running through me. I was alive again!

Arriving back at the chalet, I took a quick nude dip in the pool and then spent a half hour in the whirlpool relaxing. After a shower, I eyed myself in the full length mirror and was pleased. At 28, I was still beautiful and in great shape. True I worked my ass off at the club to keep it just perfect but the results were worth every cent. I was a 36D-28-35, standing 5'6" and weighing 119 lbs with long sandy blonde hair. As a English Lit major, I was smart and my good looks gave me a supreme confidence.

As the hours slipped away, I went to bed alone, in my pink silk negligee but so excited about the next day. My sleep was restless as I fought the demons of guilt and the now "what if" I get caught or "what if my husband finds out" or "what if they recognize me at the store. Eventually around 3:00 a.m. I fell asleep...........

 

[little_golden]

Catarina awoke the next morning around 6 a.m. and was quick to take a 2 mile job and then a hot steamy shower to relax her nerves. A breakfast of bran, raspberry yogurt, toast, and OJ would help to get her through the morning.

After eating she hurried to her room and packed her equipment. Dressed in a chic white designer outfit, matching white heel shoes and a perfect alligator skin handbag she entered the taxi in her laneway. It almost 9 a.m. and she was running a little late.

At 9:20 a.m. she paid the cab driver and walked off. After a short trip around the block and some pretend window shopping she walked down to the subway platform bought two tokens. Walking to the ladies bathroom she entered a stall and then began to work her transformation. Her fine clothes she loaded into a bag. Emerging in her tight leather pants and v-cut black blouse and black heels she moved to the mirror.

Luckily no one was around as she applied several layers of make-up - foundation, toner, rouge, eyeshadow, eyeliner and dark lipstick. Into her hair she attached the wig of long black hair. Next she pulled on cheap mirroreed sunglasses to hide her eyes. The three inch heels were a bitch to walk in - but she was ready!

Stuffing her small bag of clothes into the bottom of the garbage with the paper towels she hurried out of the bathroom and onto the next stage of her plan. As she hurried out of the station she knew she got a few looks as men were taking glances at her breasts and ass in the outfit she was wearing. In it she looked tall and thin, her breasts looked enormous and the pump up bra added a full size to her cup.

Walking a block to the jewlery store took but a minute. Looking around she made sure the coast was clear before she pulled on the cat mask from her oversized purse. Next the gun was out as she ran into the shop.

"This is a robbery!!!!! Get the fuck on the floor!" she yelled out to a startled clerk and a young couple that looked like soon to be newlyweds.

The man behind the counter didn't seem to move and was about to break a grin as if it was a big joke. But when she moved the gun towards his face - his attitude changed immensely .....

 

[poohlive]

Johnny

(just to help a little bit)

As he drove to work, there was a scowl about his face. Something deep and sinister that even an extra ten minutes in the shower, scolding water pouring over him, couldn't get rid of. He would curse from time to time, honk his horn at every imbecile that just happened to be in front of him at the time, and flipped off more people in his short ride to work than he ever had in his life.
William was sick, fuck that shit.
He knew where Willy was. Everyone knew where he was this early in the morning, sprawled on some hooker's couch with a hangover. That's where the little shit was, and he was covering for him.
Tires squealed as he came to a stop, and walked around inside the store. Roger, the owner, came to greet him, handing him over the keys. He began saying how sorry and how grateful he was.
Johnny just put on his happy customer smile, nodding where he was supposed to. A plastered fake smile that he would keep on his face even if his nose was three inches away from a fresh pile of shit.
It was his shit smile.
He even showed some teeth sometime, if the customer had enough zero's in his account, or the boss was really pissed off. That was his super-sized shit smile. Something he always had ready just in case some crazy shit ever happened.
Of course, today wasn't that day. Today was a regular shit smile. Shit smile, and then a fuck you once your back was turned. That anger boiling over didn't go away, and each second he stayed in this God Forsaken store handing the keys and dealing with the customers it wasn't going to go away either.
Cause that's the real kicker friends, Willy got drunk and laid last night, and Johnny has to pay the price.
Merry christmas and a happy fucking new year to Johnny.
That was probably why he looked at her the way he did when she came in. Since it was still morning, the sunlight poured in rather hard as it glinted off of the window. All he could see of her was the chest down, and he had to admit it wasn't that bad of a view at all. He drank it up, and down, and then back up again wondering what a fine little dish like that would want in here, and so early.
That's when he saw the gun.
Any attempt at a devillish grin, or a smile, or a half cocked fantasy of him riding those slender hips until he made her scream his name all went down the drain the second that piece of metal came into his vision.
Even the anger fled him. Willy's rowdy night that fucked up his day of rest and relaxtation were far from his mind. They had all ran, scattered like so many cockroaches when someone turned the light on. Back down into the dark, gone forever.
Johnny put up his hands.
This was the first time he had been robbed. He worked in this place for over a year now, and this was the absolute first. It had to be a woman too, a pretty one, his future wife...
Or at least a star in a couple of fantasies as he laid in his bed that night.
But, just like the other memories, that was down in the dark too. The only thing he thought about now was not dying, and getting her out of the store as far as possible.
Was that a cat mask?
Hello kitty, welcome to the jewelry store. Please take whatever you want, and try not to blow any of our brains out, if you please.
Some of us need to live to kick Willy's ass later on today.
"Wh...." he had trouble getting the words out, "What do you want?"

 

[little_golden]

Robbery in Progress

Catarina smiled as she sensed a nervousness in the man's voice. He seemed even more nervous than her and at last she felt she was being taken seriously.

"You two!", pointing at the couple that had been browsing moments before her entry to the store.

"Give me your wallet, purse, jewelery and any valuables you got!" she screamed at them trying to intimidate them.

"Put them in this big purse!" she ordered as she tossed it to them.

"Then bring it to the counter - so Mickey Mouse here - can fill it will all the jewelery he'll be taking out from the displays!"

"Come on Mickey Mouse - get that ass moving - I don't have all day!" she yelled at him trying to snap him into movement.

Nervously Catarina started to shift from foot to foot as she saw the video security camera taping the whole thing.

"Shit!" she yelled out as she realized her predicament.

"Come on faster" she yelled wondering if there was some sort of silent alarm going off. Mentally she pictured hundreds of police cars streaming to the shop to arrest her.

She grabbed the pearls she so cherished and eyed three beautiful strands and the platinum clasps.

"Beautiful!" she whispered as she fingered it absent mindly for a second.


__________________

 

[poohlive]

He watched as the young couple, as if in a daze just like he was, do as the woman commanded. Johnny took the large purse from them, moving over to the front counter, opening it up.
As he did, he pressed a button. It was small, nondiscrete. A little something that he had brushed against hundreds of times, and even pressed accidentally once, but never thought he'd have to use it.
Seems like there were a lot of firsts today. Not wanting to talk to her, or say anything more than he absolutely had to, he began following her orders, rummaging through the rings. He didn't choose anything very valuable, just grabbed a few here and there, and stuffed them into the purse.
Had she actually cussed at the video camera? He wondered. Surely she must have known about it. Everyone has video camera's nowadays, hell even little convenience stores run by guys like Habbib had camera's. This must not have been planned out very carefully.
Well, in that case she'd be caught in a relatively decent time then.
Not missing a beat, he moved out of the rings and opened up another counter, this one filled with brotch's and cufflinks and those little amulet thingies. Old people jewelry, he called them. You could even smell the mothballs on them.
Earrings were next, but she was looking edgy. He didn't think she'd stick around for much longer. If she said the word he'd hand her that bag in an instant. With that little gun, hell, he'd pull down his pants and declare his homosexuality if it got him out of this alive.

 

[poohlive]

In no way Black Bart. I'm just filling in until the real fun can begin. A kind of technicality for Golden to play off of so she doesn't have to do the whole robbery thing by herself.
Just temporary before you two can meet up and fantasize about whatever it was you were going to fantasize about.

 

[little_golden]

Edited

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[little_golden]

Getting Ready to Leave The Shop

Catarina watched the clerk pulling handfuls of items from glass shelves at random but still she played with the pearls in her hand absent mindedly as precious seconds ticked away.

"Faster you lazy prick" she yelled at the clerk as she pointed the gun at him.

"I want that tray of engagement rings too!" she yelled at him as she saw the tray still sitting on the counter near the couple.

"Now you do you have a matching chocker and earrings for this delightful strand?" she asked foolishly forgetting herself for a moment and so enrapped with the object.

"Come on... come on - I gotta go!!!!!" she yelled anxious for the answer and to get the hell out of there.

A nervousness struck her as she eyed the video camera. She was tempted to shoot it out but knew that wouldn't serve much purpose. Her disguise would protect her she thought - what could a video tape of her in a little outfit and disguised by a cat mask give them, she mused. No one would ever suspect her.

Looking around the shop, she yelled at the couple to strip down to nothing. At least they won't be chasing me she thought.

"When I leave here, I'm going to shoot the first SOB that comes through that door!" she cursed at them.

Nervously she itched under her right breast it was a reflex she did when nervous or agitated. It was something she didn't even realize........

 

[poohlive]

Johnny ran. In his mind, he felt like he was in the army. He had never actually been in any sort of armed forces or government training, but he didn't imagine this was much different than that. She said jump, and he didn't even bother to ask how high, he simply jumped.
In a matter of moments the engagement rings were stuffed inside the purse. His hands were shaking so badly, that he decided to just put the tray in there as well. The purse, despite how big and baggy that it was, now nearly full. He left it on the counter, running to the back, to cases that didn't have any glass. This was where the high priced items were, things of platinum and diamonds. The truly expensive old people jewelry.
"Choker," his voice cracked as he said this, like he was some pimply faced teenager with his first pubes starting to grow in, "And the earrings."
He barely heard himself, and barely knew what he was doing. He didn't hand them to her, merely placed them on the side, next to the purse that was now filled.
In his mind, somewhere deep down, a place that didn't concentrate on the gun pointed at him, or the fact that his balls had shriveled to the size of peas, he counted how much she had actually taken.
Considering she went to a decent porn shop, it was close to two hundred thousand. If she could actually find someone that didn't think they were hot, or didn't care, closer to half a million. Most of it was chump shange, but the necklace she had, along with the matching things were quite literally a fortune. She had the down payment to a mansion in beverly hills in the palm of her hands.
She would leave now, right? God he hoped so. The couple, now bare ass naked, were still on the ground.
He looked, hell he had to look. His balls were shriveled, not cut off. It was only a glance though, nothing more than that. She had a nice ass though, almost as nice as the vixen here.
She had to leave. The cops would be here within minutes. It was more of a wish than anything else. He just wanted her to go, fuck take whatever she wanted, just go. He didn't want to get shot, not on his day off.
It was his fucking day off, please not today. The shit was piled high enough.
His eyes pleaded with her, but he said nothing. He wouldn't say anything either, she had the power, and stupid people who talked in this situation got shot. She already had the gun, and was robbing the fucking place. How much more would it get her to make that leap from armed robber to manslaughter.
He didn't want to do anything to help that leap. He stood silent, like a dog, waiting for her next command. Right now, that was his mind set, a dog, her dog.
Ruff.

 

[little_golden]

Police Arrive

Catarina smiled as the frightened clerk stuffed the engagement rings inside her oversize loot purse. The feeling of power was something she liked and wasn't something that she was used to. To have a man so terrified was a rewarding experience by itself.

"Oh so beautiful!" she exclaimed as she grabbed the chocker from him and handed it.

"They are devine" she added as she received the matching earings - together the set would have cost a small fortune.

With the purse full she decided now was the time to make her get-away. In the distance she thought she heard an ambulance or was it a fire truck, and she itched her breast nervously again.

Picking up the purse was a shock to her. It was much heavier than she expected and panic set in. The gun was heavy enough in one hand but she figured she needed two hands to carry the purse.

"Fuck! fuck! fuck!" she whispered at the dilema. Do I leave the gun, the purse of start dumping out stuff she debated mentally. How long have I been here? she thought as she imagined sirens blazing across the city in a race to reach the shop.

A minute at most she decided. I can't leave the gun it is registered to my husband. I can't carry the purse and run. The cops are probably coming, she panicked at the thought. Looking out the door of the shop she saw three police cruisers pull up.

"Shit - we have visitors" - Catarina grabbed the purse and dumped out half the contents and made a beeline for the rear of the shop. There had to be a second exit..... if not she was fucked!

 

[afternooner]

Brady ,cop gone bad

OOC:

Brady Owens
6’2’’
204 lbs
jet black hair
grey eyes


IC:

Fifteen years on the force and what did he have to show for it. Not a fuckin’ thing. Every time he made it up the ladder a couple of steps he got knocked down on his ass again down to the bottom rung. He thought everyone above him had it in for him, holding him back on purpose, just cause they hated his guts. He thought guts was what made a good cop but no, it was just a game, pussyfooting around, kissing politicians asses, helping old ladies across the street going to charity drives and giving talks at pta meetings. Bull shit Brady said, pure bullshit . he wanted action.

But there was no action in this precinct. and he couldn’t get out, no one would even consider his request for transfer. and he couldn't quit. Fifteen years of bull shit. At 48 he’d be dead in the water out there he knew it no one wanted a cop who quits. Four years in the Navy had made him tough and hard. Four years in the police accadamy had made him street smart and wiley. Then fifteen years of bullshit up here in Hampton Heights made him bitter. Hampton Heights they talked about it at the accademy, the precinct to die for. No crime, no slums, no deadbeats on the street and as Brady found out his first day there.... no action. God how he hated it.

It wil take me a couple of posts to build my own plot Patience please.

 

[afternooner]

Finally, some action

FUCK YOU!
Brady had slammed the door on his way out of the sergeants office. Down at the bottom again walking the beat over by the river nothing ever happened there Mansion after mansion the best security systems in the country and no body ever home. Dr.'s lawyers politicians out talking care of business.

Wives downtown at the spas or off at their vacation homes or maybe slumming, getting laid a long way from home where no one knows them. heres a typical one he thought Delogos residence Olympic pool big boat tied up at the dock typical and no one home to enjoy it.

Then he saw her a smashingly beautiful blonde swimming nude in the pool her long hair gleaming wet in the sun her golden skin her rounded mound blonde too a natural or maybe she was shaved Brady was too far away to tell was it his imagination or could he see her pink pussy lips between her slender thighs. he shook his head becoming aroused. Catrina De Logos. God Damn doctors get all the best pussy this ones fantastic large perfect breasts smooth flawless skin. Brady reached down and pushed his growing cock to the side where it was straining against his pants. he spat into the bushes where he was lurking god damn rich bitch if he could he’d show her how a real man screws not like some limp cocked Dr. who’s only interested in making money and showing off. if only.... he looked down at the bulge in his pants and was tempted to pull it out and jerk off watching her swim nude looking up he saw that she had disappeared oh shit just like a woman to duck out when it was just getting interesting

 

[afternooner]

Brady , caught up in the real action

“9/11 in progress at fifth and grand, jewelry store robbery.... BRADY! get you ass down there right away.”

“Oh shit”!

Brady swore as he spilled hot coffee down the front of his pants ending the erection he still had from his recent observation of Mrs. De Logos nude in her pool.. He had been sitting in his squad car with the engine running when the word came He turned on his red lights and siren as he burned rubber

“Gotcha chief I’m five minutes away.” he announced into the mike.

“For God sakes Brady slow the fuck down and turn off that god damn siren .,do you want to wake up the whole fuckin’ neighborhood. Its just some dumb broad . She's got amateur written all over her, lets keep this one quiet ....and no, I said no! gunplay, she might be the daughter of someone important O.K. and for Christ sake don't frisk her if you catch her we don't want no harassment charge.”

Brady groaned, finally something exciting happening and he's got to put up with his pussy footing superiors. “ I’ll cover the back door,” he barked into the mike as he approached the store, shit he’d forgotten to turn off his siren. now the sergeants gonna be all over his ass again, another month on foot. Then he remembered the busty blonde and smiled maybe he'd stake her house out just in case there might be a Peeping Tom around, never know. He started to get hard just thinking about the prospect of what he might see.

 

[little_golden]

Catarina couldn't hear the silent alarms from the store but the arrival of the cop cars told her they sure knew about her little visit.

"You bastard!!!!" she yelled at the clerk as she grabbed the half full purse and moved behind the counter to start exploring the rear of the store and to find an exit.


"Pointing the gun at him she ordered "You show me the fucking exit or I'll blow your head off. I didn't come this far to get caught" she yelled at him.

As they moved through the back of the store, she a room marked cleaning lady and the exit. She couldn't believe her luck.

"Look at the exit" she ordered the clerk and ever so gently wacked him on the back of the head. She'd seen it in movies many times but she wasn't sure how to do it. Anyways he seemed to fall down but whether he was out of not she didn't know or care.

Seeing a small maid's outfit, she quickly tore off her leather pants, wig, V-cut blouse and the cat mask. Several second laters as she heard the police entering the front of the store, she moved toward the exit - now a blonde, dressed as a working class maid with her hair down but in a pink kerchief. Everything about her now screamed working class and struggling. The only oddity was the large black purse.

Unknown to anyone, the pistol was hidden in the purse.

Very slowly - she started to walk out the back door and down a few steps. She couldn't believe her luck. As she kept walking she saw a car pull up....

Just keep walking she told herself. If he started to call her name she was ready to run for it........



OCC - maybe the clerk isn't knocked out... let the chase begin...LOL

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: It was nice playing with you Golden. I will keep reading it, to see where you two end up. I hope you have fun.



By the time he woken up, and got himself to a sitting position, the police had already come into the building. He could hear them, in the front still. They were calling out to the back, afraid to come in actually. They thought she was still inside the store, and holding him hostage.
He tried to shout at them, tell them she had left, but he had lost his voice. The pounding in his head blocked out most anything else.
He couldn't bring himself to stand. His feet were too wobbly, and he didn't trust his own weight under them. What little strength he had left, he didn't think it'd get him somewhere where he could be seen.
Blood was running into his eye, it stung, but the pain didn't seem like much. Fuck, did she hit hard. Almost as an afterthought he wiped the blood from his eyes. It smeared into his hair and down his skin.
Finally one of the guys poked his little head through the door. Nick gave off a funny sort of smile, pointing at the Exit door.
He yeleld to the others, and soon a swarm of cops were in the room.
They helped him to his feet, which he tried saying thank you, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. It hurt to hear his own voice. Two men tried to follow her outside, but came back soon enough. From snippits of what he could hear, there were already people outside, and if she did leave there, she could be nearly anywhere by now.
She had escaped, the lucky bitch.
He was carried, more or less, outside. An ambulance was there, and he sat down on the gurney. The couple were being checked too, having both gotten those police blankets that looked like huge sheets of that shit you pull out of your dryer. Each bundled up despite the warm summer morning.
He didn't suffer much of anything, except a bump to the head. Which meant he didn't have to go to the hospital, although he could if he wanted too.
He shook his head, which brought about another surge of pain.
Cops kept asking him questions, which he tried to answer. His voice was above a whisper at thie point, but still pretty bad. After a few drinks of water it was somewhere normal.
They found the mask, clothing, and the black wig, which didn't surprise him much. That hair was too fake and perfect to be hers anyway. To him, she looked like a blonde, hell even acted like one, but he didn't say that.
That little tidbit he kept to himself.
All he could really give them was a tall voluptuous woman in a black outfit with some sort of handgun, and a large black purse. He couldn't identify her, didn't even know her hair color for sure, (in his dreams she'll always be blonde though) and now she had disappeared like a fart in the wind.
Downtown one of the cops said they had several pictures of guns, andasked him if he could identify it. He said he could.
So, as the evidence team came in, to see if she had left any fibers or fingerprints anywhere, which he didn't think there was any, he got into a police car and went downtown, along with most of the rest of the cops there.
Only a few stayed behind, to make sure people didn't tamper with anything. Even cops had grubby fingers it seemed.

 

[little_golden]

Subway Station

OCC I hope you continue to play. There are so many roles to take on in the adventure. I think it would be cool if you wanted to play roles at random. Just put a character into the scene from a nosy neighbour, the babysitter, the couple in the store...anyone. Your writing certainly adds to the story and would be sorely missed.

IC:

Catarina hustled down the street and was lost in the crowd quickly enough before she headed down a few blocks back to the subway station.

As she approached the turnstill she realized she no longer had the little token she needed. It was in the little side pocket on the black dress. Shit! she mumbled as she backed up to let others pass her in the mad rush of people onto the subway. They never stopped - so many people in all directions.

Her heart was pumping from the excitement of the robbery. The power of holding the gun and making demands on poeple. It wasn't really so wrong she reasoned since the jewelery was probably insured. No one actually hurt - well clerk a little bruise - but for his own good she reasoned. If he hadn't hit the alarm - no one would have been hurt she assured herself.

As she looked around the stairs there were several vendors hawking everything from sunglasses to sodas. A man was playing the guitar for change and a few tough looking gang kids kept eyeing all the women and laughing. She knew they were laughing at the cleaning outfit she was wearing. It wasn't stylish that was for sure - but it had saved her ass from the cops.

It was ironic to her, she had a purse half full of jewelery, yet didn't have a $2.25 token for the subway. Her real clothes were in the ladies bathroom and she needed to get past the security gate to get them. Now this was an unexpected dilema......

 

[afternooner]

Brady

Cutting the sirens and the lights he turned in to the alley behind the jewelry store. The dispatcher was giving the description of the alleged robber, dark hair leather pants and low v cut top and a cat mask.....,

Was this some sort of gag,. Brady thought, he swallowed hard when the dispatcher added..... armed and dangerous. He was just about to slide out of his car when he spotted a woman leaving through the back door. What the hell! She wasn’t the robber.... just a cleaning lady, long blonde hair tucked in a pink kerchief. ....With a big black purse. That's odd he thought, might be worth checking out , but he couldn’t just rush her he'd be the laughingstock of the department if he arrested the wrong person and the real culprit got away. An idea popped into his head, why not? he asked himself. he reached into the back-seat and grabbed a trench coat and a floppy fedora hat. a pair of dark glasses completed his disguise as he stepped out of the car and quietly followed the blonde staying several steps behind her. The excitement of the chase and the view of her ass in a much too tight uniform was starting to turn him on. He was concentrating on the provacative sight, wishing he could be feeling her ass instead of just watching it when he realized they were at the subway turnstyle She turned and he almost ran into her . Now getting a view of her full breasts straining against her tight dress, her breath coming in gasps causing them to push out even more ,he caught his breath imagining them bursting forth tearing the material as they tumbled into sight. Brady shook his head tearing his mind away from his imagined view and looked into her eyes. She had a euphoric look about her, like she was high on something yet she seemed confussed staring alternately at her purse and the turnstyle.

A token.... obviously she needed a token. Smiling mischevioulsy he reached in his pocket and pulled a couple of tokens out. He reached out and with his other hand pulled her uniform top just far enough away from her heaving breasts to drop them quickly in.

The big black purse swung from her arm ...that's it Brady thought he needed that purse. He spun her around, his arm circled her neck his huge hand on one of her full breasts. His other hand pulled the purse from her and after cupping her breast and exploring its soft roundness he spun away and ducked into a narrow alley,

He knew where he was going, he'd walked this beat many times. he ran down the alley and through a gate between buildings. Circling around he was back to his car and opening the trunk threw the purse and his hat and trench coat in.

Swinging into the drivers seat, Brady turned on the lights and alarm he shouted into the mike. " Suspect in a tan Chevy suburban heading down third street "I'm in hot pursuit, Damn think I lost her!"

He pulled over and watched two squad cars speed by him chasing who knows what. He grinned to himself sure was an exciting day for a change. He could still feel the warmth of that blondes breast in his hand as he headed for his apartment. Nothing more he could do here today , let the state boys take over from here. Besides his shift was over and he knew how the department hated to pay him overtime.

 

[little_golden]

Robbed, Teased, Subway Ride

Catarina was desperate as the turnstill. Her real clothes were so close in the women's washroom and she need to get shopping to create and alibi. Now everything was at risk. She needed her bag to get money for the cab and credit cards to buy lots of fancy designer outfits.

Turning around she felt awkward as a big man virtually bumped into her in his rush to get onto the platform. She blushed momentarily forgetting herself as the man obviously took in her large breasts which bounced freely under the cleaning lady's outfit. No doubt he could see the outline of her bosum and the fact she was so excited no doubt made her nipples diamond hard.

To her shock he pulled open the top of her top and took in their glory and then dropped a few subway tokens in - as if in payment for the show. She was angry at his arrogance and for taking such a liberty with her. Then she felt relief that she could now escape and though there was a price to her dignity - she would now escape with thousands of dollars in precious jewelery including the pearls with the platinum clasps.

"Hey!" she spoke out and she moved to whack him with the purse. But to her new shock he simply grabbed her neck with one arm and felt her up with the second hand. No longer content with just looking, his big grubby hand grabbed the breasts and kneaded it for a second.

"You pig!" she whispered to him, but she wasn't going to fight him. She was more worried about being raped in this place and the man was clearly bigger and stronger. Once he let her go she would reach into the bag and use the revolver. She would avenge his outrage..... she mentally imagined. But the jewelery - a clean get-a-way was better.....

As she felt the purse being torn away she started to yell

"Noooo" but he it was gone and he was running.

What could she do? Call for help? Call for the police? How would she explain the stash of jewels.

"Fuck!" she mumbled as she started to chase him but his legs were longer and he was gone quickly. At the top of the stairs she was panting and she had no trace of the bastard.

"All that work for nothing!" she grumbled. Seeing a police car down the street she decided it was time to get dressed, shop and head home.

Heading down the stairs she used one of the tokens dropped so casually into her top to gain admittance. Severa women had been gawking at her when she returned.

"Fuck off!" she mouthed at them as she passed.

Into the women's washroom she walked. It was empty and she quickly opened the paper towel grabage and pulled out her bag. In less than two minutes she back in stylish clothes and shoes and the cleaning lady's stuff was dumped in the garbage. After several minutes she had on her expensive make-up and had her hair up. Leaving the bathroom she doubted any soul would recognize her. Her head was lifted high and arrogantly - she was rich and they were dirt was her attitude.

Hurrying onto a subway she took a short ride down a few stations and then headed back up to shops and stores. Her emotions were mixed. There was a wet spot in her panties from the excitement of the robbery. She had felt so powerful will the clerk and the couple in the store. Yet, when the cops had arrived she had felt so meek and vulnerable. Panic and despair when she had no token and then violated and robbed - caused sexual excitement, outrage and disbelief. Now she entered shops and boutiques and cruelly ordered around the serving girls to get her what she wanted.

Her new clothes would be her alibi and she picked out beautiful gowns in red, black and floral patterns. Tired of shopping she hailed a cab and headed home. On the ride back she remembered the thief had stolen not only her stolen jewelery but her husband's gun. Fuck.... that was a problem how would she explain that to her husband. Would he notice? When would he notice?

At least the thief wouldn't run the gun and find out where they lived. He'd probably file off the registration right, she worried.

Arriving at the house, she paid the cabbie and entered the mansion. It was beautiful! With the help of a maid she sorted her new packages and took a 2 hour spa bath and the readied herself for a swim...... Nothing like a nude swim to relax her and make her feel better.

As she entered the pool, she swam several laps and let the cool water refresh her. then she imagined she heard the door bell.. Who could that be she wondered......

 

[afternooner]

Brady

Heading for his apartment Brady thought about the purse in his trunk .geeze it was heavy wonder what was in it more than just credit cards and cosmetics, but what? A cleaning lady huh maybe she was stealing supplies like soap and shampoo from the bathrooms. He thought of toilet paper and laughed, no the bag wasn’t big enough for that. Well he’d soon find out as he pulled into the parking lot opened up the trunk and grabbed the bag and his disguise. Sure came I handy today, he thought I had that bitch so scared thought shed pee her pants. Brady got that feeling in his groin again as he thought of those fantastic breasts he’d felt up. he coulda swore her nipples were hard as diamonds She was probably still cowering in a corner somewhere wondering if she should call the police or frig herself with her fingers being hot and angry and scared all at once. He felt his cock start to get hard just thinking of her fingers in her pussy making her self cum and crying at the same time. He closed the door to his apartment and dumped the contents of the bag on the table.

“Holy fucking christ!!! he hollered as he saw the jewels and gun come spilling out. She was the god damn thief.!!” His eyes got big as saucers “Must be a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry here. Kiss my ass, if I didn’t just get so fuckin’ lucky!”

He looked at the gun, not much of a gun really, something some pansy assed rich man might keep in his dresser drawer. looked like it had never been fired He picked it up and pulled the chamber open whistling when he saw it loaded. Must be some tough broad to be carrying a loaded gun that was no amateur he was sure. Knew exactly what she was looking for that one piece alone was worth fifty grand alone.

Brushing the jewelry into a garbage bag he stuffed it under the sink I’ll deal with this later He thought right now I gotta find out where this gun came from .

“ Arthur, he said into the phone do me a favor huh check this firearm number out more than likely its been stolen but check it out anyway You owe me one, by the way how did things work out with that redhead I fixed you up with she sure likes to suck cock don't she . well, gotta a couple more for you , yes I said two, twins to be exact. They like to do things together. Did you ever have one
broad sit on your face while the other one rides your dick. ya, you heard me right if you get that number right back to me I’ll fix you up, double your pleasure ,double your fun, Art.” he added. He heard Arthur breathing heavy into the phone and smiled thinking about the twins, fucking him silly.

“Got your owner already, Brady.” Arts sweaty hands were pushing keys like mad .

“DeLogos, up on the hill”, say ain’t that Dr. DeLogos, Brady, you know, the one with that bombshell blonde wife, sure would like to get in her pants.”

“So would I ,Brady said under his breath, so would I..”

Into the phone Brady thanked Art telling him to keep this conversation under his hat and to rest up cause he had a busy night ahead of him. All this while his brains were spinning a mile a minute DeLogos... the bitch he’d been watching in the pool oh lord was she the thief. No couldn’t be, she was a bitch like all broads were but she was too fine to be a thief besides she had everything a woman could want,. why rob a jewelry store some body musta stole that gun .

He fixed himself a drink, “ gotta think this one out, maybe forget the broad, fence the jewels and take a cruise somewhere. he had two weeks vacation coming. throwing down a shot of Jack Daniels and pouring him another, he threw that one back too.

Mighty fine broad she was though and he had an excuse to get another look at those fabulous tits maybe he’d get a better look at her pussy too the last time he wasn’t sure if she was shaved or if her blonde cunt hairs were so fine he couldn’t see them. He sure like shaved pussy though hoping it was and he’d get a better look at it.

God, he was getting so hot just thinking about it better take a cold shower before he got so bad he’d have to beat his meat. He thought about Mrs. DeLOgos again and decided he’d make a call on her to return the gun and maybe catch her in the pool naked. He headed for the shower and dressed in a fresh uniform.

He parked a block from her house and snuck down the alley. Peeking through the bushes he saw her, naked as a jay bird just like he imagined she’d be, god she looked good maybe he’d just walk up and ask her if she wanted to fuck right there and The cold shower hadn’t helped much and he looked down to see his cock hard against his pants. Stifling a moan he watched intently as she dove into the water and came up her long golden hair streaming down her back, her tits glistening, bouncing in the sun.. He strained to see her pussy but the water played crazy games with his eyes and before he knew it she turned and swam to the edge where she pulled herself up the ladder for another dive.

She had a fine ass too, Brady thought he’d sure like to get his hands on that ass. He sucked in his breath and an idea came to him, why not go around front. That’s what he came for in the first place wasn’t it to return the gun, right. and maybe in gratitude shed give him a closer look at her voluptuous body. He turned and reluctantly headed for the front door, straightening the front of his pants trying to hide his throbbing cock. Oh lord this had been some day he thought and it aint over yet.

He rang the bell.

 

[little_golden]

Maria Answers the Door

"Get the door Maria?" Catarina called out knowing the lazy Mexican woman was probably goofing off somewhere. She was an illegal so she did work when supervised and she was cheap to hire. She had a little room in the basement so it gave her a place to stay and she sent most of her money home to support her extended family.

To Catarina, her maid was just a little foreigner ignorant and only good for cleaning. Why if it wasn't for Catarina's always ordering her about she wouldn't know what to do. Maria was lazy, pretty like a kitten - but dumb and lazy.

Catarina decided to ignore the bell and continued to swim about in the pool before walking ten feet to slip into the hot bubbly whirlpool. The hot water was so relaxing and the dozen water jets sent the water racing all around her body. It was so relaxing..... and delicious.

"Tell the salesman to go away and bring me a Pina Colado... a double" called out Catarina. After the morning's mess she needed a good stiff drink. She had been so tense. When Maria had greeted her earlier - she had almost fired the girl - for taking so long to help with the packages.

Maria moved quickly to the door and checked herself out in the mirror. She was twenty-two, thin, with small breasts but a great rear and a cute face with dark feature and long dark hair. She opened the door. She was embrassed of the skimpy little maid outfit and matching white lace apron that the DeLogos forced her to wear. At least she had the figure for it - but it angered her!

That Mrs. DeLogos was such a nasty bitch. One day she'd get her revenge. Dr. DeLoggos was always eyeing her and she'd be a better match for the doctor than the bitch. The bitch could take this job and shove it. If only Maria didn't need the job so badly!

Seeing the police officer nervously Maria took a guilty step backwards. He knows I'm an illegal immigrant, she thought. It was too late to run so she spoke up in her soft accented English:

"DeLogos residence - can I help you?"

"I'm so sorry - the lady of the house - she doesn't want to buy anything today or to join any religions" Maria told him nervously. She was eager to close and lock the door before the man got any ideas.

 

[little_golden]

Thinking as Maria Answers the Door

Catarina could hear voices at the door but she didn't care. Maria would send the peddler away. Most of the calls during the day seemed to be vacuum salesmen, students with chocolate bars, volunteers collecting donations or those religious missisonary types. Normally they didn't give donations - the volunteers were just too pesky and kept coming back if you did.

Oh the bubbles were so great and relaxing. This was the life she deserved. Married to a rich respectable doctor and now she had the excitement of a secret life. The robbery had gone pretty good - except that creep who had grabbed her purse and felt her up at the subway station. That bastard she thought to herself. Boy he get a surprise - when he saw all that jewelery and the gun.

Thinking about the gun she pondered whether she should report it stolen. If she reported it stolen - well then she'd have to lie that the hourse was robbed. If it was robbed she have to hid a few items and report them stolen. But then maybe no one would notice the gun was missing. Her husband rarely ever took it out from the drawer. By the time he noticed... well it would be months laters and... she could blame Maria and fire her. It was so perfect.

Feeling so hot from the shower and pleased with her own inventiveness she hurried from the hot tub and dove naked into the pool..........

 

[little_golden]

Dr DeLogos

Doctor Delogos enjoyed traveling abroad and the chance to attend any medical conference was a welcome respite from his work and wife. This conference was in Montreal and the speakers were top-notch but the entertainment was out of this world.

These trips allowed him some privacy and a chance to explore his darker side. Patrolling the night clubs and getting drunk was fun. There were lots of people to talk to and women always loved to talk with a young handsome doctor. But checking out the strip clubs and porn palaces were unbelievable. These French girls were beautiful and had a natural sluttiness to them. Most of them didn't seem too bright, had cute little accents and huge tits. These were the perfect women! Sure Catarina had big tits but she was too damn smart, too demanding and way too conservative. It was a two hour discussion just to get her to nibble on his cock. Even after years of marriage he still hadn't penetrated her rear. It just wasn't right he figured.

He had called his wife the next morning once the hooker left. Her name had been Marie-Paul and she was a streetwalker. But he had been drunk and her good looks, popping breasts, and seducing smile had been more than his match. For $200 she had spent the night and taking him around the world in utter ectsasy.

It was guilt he told himself that made him call but he did it. Catarina had probably gone shopping he decided after he left his message that he was safe and missed her. He'd be home in a few days, he'd make it up to her....... If she would only put out more often and go down on him with her mouth - well he wouldn't need any hookers! It was her fault.