Tempered By Deceit

[Honey_B]

If you were to catch her at home, the place she considered her haven, you would find the girl next door. Straight brown hair, brown eyes, average height – just a shade over 5 foot, 6 inches. She would be pretty of course, but her looks wouldn’t stand out. Temperance wouldn’t have it, not when she was at home anyway. Temperance?

Yeah, that’s her name. Hung on her by a mother infatuated by the Tarot. If you were knew her well enough, she would insist you call her Tempe. Much more likely though, you would never have seen her haven. Never know her real name.

Tempe Kincaid is a thief. She switches identities like most women change shoes. From an heiress in the Argentine to a struggling actress looking for her next big break on the streets of LA, she becomes whatever it takes to seduce her way to her next big score. Over the years, she’s mastered six languages, read her way through enough books to award herself a master’s degree, and has a pilot’s license.

She may not be a role model for the young women of America, but Tempe loves her life. She’s her own boss, sets her own hours, and she sees the world. It isn’t like her to lose any sleep over petty issues like morality. She doesn’t have time for such nonsense and it can be noted that Tempe always leaves her marks with a night to remember, well worth whatever she stole.


If you would like to participate in this thread, dangle something pretty in front of Tempe. She has a preference for jewels, but she will steal anything of value: artwork, coins, securities, even the occasional industrial secret. She’ll seduce men or women to get what she wants, but once she has it, it’s onto the next heist.

Also, I will need one writer who is willing to take up the reoccurring role of Tempe’s fence. He or she is a person who knows Tempe better than anyone, maybe even herself.

PM me if you are interested in participating. I’ve chosen the setting for the first adventure. In the future, each writer can chose their own.

And so we begin…

 

[Honey_B]

She slipped into the private dining room, her startling blue eyes scanning her surroundings without appearing to do so. Her body was encased in a red dress that fit her like a glove. An appropriate cliché since it was made of buttery soft leather. Her red heels clicked smartly on the marble floor, walking a remarkably straight line despite the tumultuous seas beneath the QEII.

Tempe spotted her target over the shoulder of the maitre ‘d. Pushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she bent to speak to the little man. In a charming Swedish accent, she asked to be placed at the next table. He couldn't move fast enough, complying to her request with dazzling speed.

He pulled out a chair at a table set for two and Tempe sat down gracefully.

 

[Eroticus]

OOC: Ian Baines, 35, filthy rich heir of a publishing icon in England, playboy, flashy dresser, diamond ring, Rolex, gold chain on neck. He is rather handsome and physically fit. He was a rugby player at Oxford. His is arrogant and has little use for people that don’t show their proper respect for his clearly superior status. He uses his money to attract women but treats them like objects to be seen, used and abused. He likes his sex hard and rough.

IC: I still can’t figure out how I got talked into this cruise. I guess I had no choice. Father said it would be good for me, that I needed to get away and think about my life if I wanted to inherit the family business. I never seemed to be good enough for him. I could never meet his standards of excellence. He sent Sheldon, his most trusted “slave” as I called him, to keep an eye on me. His report back to Father would be crucial if I wanted to continue the lifestyle I was leading, so I was watching my P’s and Q’s.

It was the first full day out at sea. I puttered around looking for something interesting to do. Besides some hot babes hanging around the pool and the Casino it was rather boring. The cruise director was an idiot, and I wasn’t about to get sucked into her web of games for mindless passengers.

When dinner time rolled around I went and found a table by myself. Sheldon was in his room doing paperwork. At least the wine list was decent. I ordered a good Australian Chiraz and was checking out the appetizers when something flashy caught the corner of my eye. I turned and saw this gorgeous blond in a skin tight red leather dress enter the room. Now she just might make the cruise more interesting if I could find a way to deal with Sheldon.

She nodded at my table and the waiter escorted her to her seat. I stood and introduced myself.

"Ian. Ian Baines. I am most honored to dine with such an elegant lady. And you might be?"

 

[Adapt]

The Fence popping into to see his best "opportunist "

What knowledge or item have you brought for me today…? Bah, I have seen it; have many of them and more things of value…such familiar words…

Dane takes a seat far from Tempe, looking to her under a shroud of a set of black ray bands, he looked…unassuming, his deep blue trench coat hug all the way to just kiss the floor of the deck as he sat in the woodened chair, scanning the menu in a quick fashion, his features were narrowed but narrowed enough to disguise his physique, a barreled chest stood apart as well as his arms, stretching even the fibers of the coat…speaking of which he started to remove, setting it upon the back of the chair, he sighed softly as he looked up.

“Well...look what we have, filthy rich I would say…” he chuckled to himself as he looked to the man that showed himself to the previously lone Tempe…

The waiter startled by the sight of his holstered weapon, jumped slightly, Dane looked to the man, chuckling in a firm tone, “Worry not…Officer” he smiled as he showed him an obvious forgery of an NSA badge, but the waiter was no con artist himself and breathed a sigh of relief…Dane returned to scanning the menu, fluent in many languages, yet none for today, acting his words of France in slurs and asking the waiter to describe the menu, a kick…

“Yea, some of those, they look good…” he smiled coyly and pointed absently to the menu, an evident cocky grin on his cheeks…

“Excellent choice Sir…” the waiter replied, Dane deciding to be generous, tipped the man a bundle of hundreds, equaling a thousand dollars, he smiled and nodded to the man, an understanding was met… he chuckled once more.

“Now, for those clam things” he curled his lips into a smile as the waiter basically ran off to prepare his food, he looked about the setting of the hall, then once over, his head tilting slightly to meet Tempe and the suck up rich guy who seemed…and only seemed to swoon her. His hand reached into his coat pocket, looking back to Ian he smiled once over as he clicked a few simple things upon the pad…

“Well, as I had guessed, filthy rich…” a small chuckle came from his throat as the waiter brought him a 64 vintage wine, he nodded his thanks as he sated his thirst with the delectable array of fermented grapes and a kiss of cherry, his fingers uncurled the neck of the glass as he looked back up, he knew Tempe’s way, and if calculations met and the laws of prediction held true, her next move would seal his lust for her…