The Magician's Heist (Open)

[soliloquy]

OOC: This could be a thread for two people, or could involve many characters...if you think of one...join in.

IC:

The raven-haired beauty sat back in the red leather chair, crossing her shapely legs, and unconscioulsy pulling at the hem of her brown leather skirt. Her nearly black eyes laughed at Philip Textor before the statement had escaped his lips. Her fingers intertiwined in her lap, she leaned back further, suggesting an air of familiarity or comfort in her new surroundings. Never let them feel like their turf is safer for them.

"Forgive me, Mr. Textor, but I think you have me confused with someone else. I haven't been a...magician's assistant in ears. I discarded the peacock dress with my training bra. No, you want me? Then I'm the headliner."

His countenance should have frightened her, but she had been one of the unlucky few whose fears fell by the wayside before the onset of puberty. "Ah, Alexia...I may call you Alexia, Ms. Verdan?" Alexia nodded. "Alexia...I fear it is you who is mistaken."

Textor rose from his desk and circled around it. "I am always the headliner, and all those who...perform for me wear the peacock dress, so to speak." By this time, he was standing in front of her and he held his hands out to help her to her feet.

Alexia obliged the man, and stood. "you, Mr. Textor, are the producer. I am the magician, and all else may wear the dress. This is how I work. Any other chain of command and I'll find other means of employment."

Textor laughed and sat on the corner of his desk. "Ah, a bitch who plays hardball with the big boys. I'll have to take it under advisement, you understand?" His hand cupped her hips and slid up to the underside of her breast.

Alexia removed his hand and turned to walk out the door. "You know how to contact me. Oh, and please remember that even if you find my price tag, you can't touch the merchandise." And in a flash, she was out the door.

Stack was waiting in the car. "So--'d we get the job?" Alexia kissed him deeply and smiled. "It's just a phone call away." As stack drove, she changed from the revealing halter top to a more conservative, sleeveless sweater, and changed from the leather skirt ot jeans. She put her feet on the dash and piled her hair atop her head.

"Stack, honey, you and I are just weeks away from holding the Courtland jewels in our hands."

"Let's just hope Textor doesn't catch you at the switch."

Alexia hit the button to bring the top down on the Eclipse. "I never get caught, baby."

It wasn't a leap, really. Magic to theft. She had never known a magician who hadn't already, or wouldn't in the future deal in the grey shades of theivery. The problem was, most magicians didn't have their eyes on the big prizes. Most were content pick-pocketing their audience or shoplifting from Sax or Barneys. Alexia loved the danger, the adrenaline rush. The money was nice, but the thrill of screwing people--that was orgasmic.

Alexia had grown up among magicians and thieves. Her father had been a mediocre one at best. She was an assistan for five years, but she soon grew weary of being the tits behind the man, and being cut in half wasn't all it was cracked up to be. In those five years, Alexia had learned the tricks of the trade, and discovered that the only things quicker than her hads were her eyes. That would make her the best of the best.

She was soon out of the small-town gigs, into major auditoriums in the important cities across the globe. Until she met Stack Washington, that is. It was he that first thought up the heist at the first museum in Boston. See, stack had his eye on the prize and Alexia knew how to execute. It was a lovely partnership: she got her kicks, he got his money, and they both got laid whenever they wanted.

She glanced at Stack. "The old man wanted to fuck me right there on his desk--he'll call."

"You gonna let him?" She wasn't sure if there was uncharacteristic jealousy behind his eyes. She hoped not. Attachment was not an asset in this life.

"Only if I have to, baby."

 

[sufi]

Stack Washington

I mopped perspiration from my forhead. The windows of the small stolen car were open but no breeze blew through Beantown this September afternoon. In the blinding light a figure moved toward the street from the rear service doors of the museum. I squinted into the glare. It was Alexia. Satisfied she was returning I still squinted because I knew her tits would bounce sweetly with her gait. The glare never let up.

She got in and I was treated to my helping of eye candy as she leaned over to kiss me fully on my lips. I started the motor. Looking at her over the rim of my shades I asked,
"So 'd we get the job?"

"Just a phone call away." Alexia hit the rag top retractor then changed her outfit so two flimsy white fabric tops were shed simultaneously. I loved that she wasn't shy about her body. But we'd have to dump this car soon, too flashy even without her tits bared.

The job took some setting up but when ten mil was at stake you better take it one step at a time.

 

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They returned to the motel they had procured for the evening. The room was hot as hell, and the air was broken.

"Shit," Alexia moaned. "Stack, honey, can you go see if they can fix it?"

He left and Alexia stripped down to her matching bra and panty set. She got the ice bucket and filled it with cool water which she trickled down her neck.

Stack returned with some tools, muttering something about service these days, and did a double take when he saw her. He smiled cheshirely.

The phone rang. Alexia waited for three rings and picked it up. She thought it would be Textor, but it was her father.

"Hi Daddy."

"So did you get the job?" He sounded concerned. Michel Verdan was unaware of her illegal activities, and was very much aware that she hadn't done a show in a little over a year.

"It's in the bag, Daddy. He's going to call by morning, but I expect him to call tonight. How's Charlene?" Her stepmother was hardly a pleasant topic of conversation, but the commonalities in the lives of Alexia and her father were few and far between these days.

They droned on as Stack fixed the AC. He put the tools away, and bounced onto the bed next to her. As she spoke, he trickled water over her neck, and thighs. She batted his hand away a few times, but this only seemed to encourage him more.

"Daddy, I have to go. Stack and I are going to go to dinner."

"When are you two going to get married? It's been a long time." Her poor father couldn't understand the fact that marriage seemed to be an ancient ritual to her. She didn't want attachments. She only wanted excitement and adventure.

"Daddy, goodnight."

"Goodnight, but think about it, ok?"

"Okay. I love you."

She placed the phone on the stand as Stack was reaching for the hook between her breasts. "And what exactly do you think you are doing?" The cool air from the vents blew over her wet skin, and her nipples poked against the silky material of her bra.

He only smiled and trickled water over the waistband of her panties.

 

[sufi]

Stack

I was about to strip for the sweltering heat in the room was nearly overpowering. Alexia suggested I get the AC fixed.

At the desk the clerk gave me excuses and a tool box. I gave him a glare.

Back upstairs, my paramour had got down to her bra and panties. I admired her figure for a few moments. She was built with a lot of distance between her chin and her nipples. Formal occaisions usually meant a plunging neckline that dripped erotic elegance with pendalous earings. But alone the white lace cups offered to bestow all to me in the sluttiest way lace ever could. Her panties had lace at each hem providing a seamless transition to her smooth belly and legs that stretched all the way to hell on spiked heels.

She proudly strutted to the ringing phone. It was her Dad. I bent to my task, pretty much knowing what would be said. I practically felt part of her family as we saw her Dad frequently, though Alexia was no longer profesionally included in his act. She had moved into a more profitable industry.

Removing the cover off the AC I searched for something awry. This could have been a featureless black box for all I knew about these things. I was going to pull off more sheet metal but I rapped the offensive appliance in annoyance and lo and behold...as my mechanical brilliance shone into it's every dark corner...the old hunk of junk came alive. Why is it women think if your at all handy you could fix the space shuttle?

She turned around to see me humbly bow as though I had known exactly what it was I had done. I put the tools away but did not take them back to the clerk. I got some ice and, returning to the room, I stripped down to my skivies.

Bouncing on the bed I started to tease Alex. Sliding ice on her neck as she talked with her old man. I took my attentions south to her bellybutton and between tanned thighs. She absently batted at my hands and the torturous cubes. When she said good bye and hung up, I went for the hook at her heart. She watched me slowly peel the damp fabric from her bosom.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Her deepening breath told me she hoped she knew. I just smiled.

Where was I going? As far as I could.

The AC was catching up and the goose bumps on her breasts excited my lips, almost rough where the areolas shrank up to her hardened nipples. I puckered and sucked at one and pushed my face into her soft cool flesh. Cradling my head in her hands she fell back into the pillows with a relaxing "ohhhh..".

Alexia had a way of accepting my attentions that was both casual appreciation and a subtle invitation to enthrall her. This left the speed at which we pursued our passion observed but at my discretion. I didn't need to run the show completely, but this time I was pulling the rabbit out of the hat.

I nuzzled one breast then the other as though we had all night, absently carressing all of her body I could reach. When every folicle was standing, poised, Alexia arched her back and I slipped an arm under her, sliding under the lace, fingers feeling the cleft of her buttocks. I pulled her tight to me and rolled onto my back.

She lay on me with her legs between mine. She let go my ears and wriggled her panties off. She yelped like a puppy as her motions were restrained by how far her tit could stretch from my teeth. Finally, she spread her legs and I felt her cool lips on my cock head parting to warm wet lips. I lifted her ,cupping her breasts and she laced her fingers in my chest hair and began rocking me through the gates.

 

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Alexia slid his cock into her with apparent ease. She squeezed her muscles around him and began to rock back and forth a bit with her hands pressed against his chest. She knew what he liked, and she would give it to him.

She pressed hard into him as she ground her sex against his, but her motions were slow and relentless. His hands traveled up to her breasts to torture and delight her nipples. She sat up straight on him and threw her head back with a moan as she began to slowly ride him, grinding her hips against him with each descent.

His fingers were pulling and twisting her hardened nubs, bringing her to that irresistable place between intense pleasure and intense pain. She picked up her pace, her wet sheath sliding easily up and down him.

Stack leaned up and captured a nipple in his mouth, biting it. She screamed loudly as the feeling shot from her nipple straight down to her swollen, pulsing clit. She felt him pushing her backwards and pushing her knees up to her breasts as he began to drive into her, drive her towards the explosion she so wanted.

Her hips seemed to jump off of the mattress to meet his as she felt him pistoning in and out of her. She was so close she could barely stand it. "Harder, faster Stack. NOW!"

Just as he drove into her and pushed her over the edge into orgasm, the phone rang.

"Damn it," they cursed simultaneously.

 

[sufi]

Stack

Alexia's arms stretched between her knees to steady herself, smoothing my pecs. She squatted over my pole, raising and lowering her entire lower body. Sucking sounds issued from her pussy and her tits wagged wildly in my face. I bit one perhaps too hard and she screamed. I loved her screams but thought better of biting the same nipple twice.
I let go her tits and gripped her thighs, thumbs in, stilling her several inches above me. I pumped her pussy from below hard and fast in a consistant rhythm. She rlaxed into it, letting me stoke the fire in her belly. Both of us anticipating each mashing of my pelvic bone and her swollen vulva, grazing her clit, riding through the sensitive tissues up to and poking the top of her vagina. Her eyes closed, her ecstacy immanent.

'RING'.....'RING'

"Shit!"

We both paused, called subliminally to respond to the modern communication device by habit....Looking into her wide eyed, I saw the moment lost.

'RING'

I let her left thigh go and lifted the receiver with my right hand.

"Y' ELLO!" I pushed into her slowly again just to let her know I was far from finished with our lovemaking.
"MMMMmmmm..." I watched her close her eyes again.
"Oh, yeah, Mike! Uhh..." Mike was a trustworthy fence and a nice guy but an impulsive and headstrong friend. Reminded me of Tom Arnold only smart.
"Well..yeah...kinda."
"No!.. umm, what?..." I leered at her and drove hard and deep into Alexia.
"Yikes" she piped.
"Ohh,..uhh, yeah, she's here...?"
"Well, actually...What?"
"Are you serious?" I raised an eyebrow, covered the receiver. "He wants to come over here!." Alexia scowled. "He thinks you'd like it!" Though I was having a hard time choking back the laughter, I wasn't certain I liked it. The timing didn't exactly match my mood but I was feeling more playfull the more I thought about it.

"What?! Now?" She shook her head, "You must..."
I drove hard into Alexia's pussy, interupting her. I tossed the phone and gripped her thigh again and drove into her as though to poke her tonsils from the bottom up. God, she felt so good, I didn't want to stop...
"..ah, ..Ah, ..AH ..AAHH ..AAHh Hh Hh Hh"
Finally, I quit and she looked down at me like she might get annoyed.
Mike was laughing uncontrollably through the phone as it lay on the sheets....

 

[sufi]

<<<BUMP>>>

slurp

 

[soliloquy]

OOC: tomorrow, I promise

 

[soliloquy]

Alexia pushed stack off of her and crawled across the bed to pick up the phone. "You no good bastard, Mike!" He was laughing uncontrollably.

"Havin' fun?"

"We were until you so rudely interrupted us!" She felt stack rubbing his hands over her ass and then parting her legs to rub at the aching moistness beneath. She shot him a look of irritation, but to no avail.

"So, whatcha think of me coming up there?"

"I think you better get off this phone and jerk off to what you just heard, cuz you ain't getting near this for a little while."

"We'll see about that." It was a friendly relationship, and we had often suggested it might be fun, but this wasn't the time.

We finished the conversation just as Stack dipped his fingers into Alexia's folds and she cried out.

"You fucker!"

"You know the idea intrigues you." His fingers slowly stimulated her clit before diving deeply inside her.

She was gasping now, wanting more. "Not--till--Textor--calls--back--" She was going to elaborate, but was too occupied with the fire building inside her to finish. "Oh, GOD...Just FUCK ME!"

He grabbed her by the hips and slid her so that her ass was in the air, hanging over the edge of the bed. Her legs spread wide, he guided his the head of his cock into her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you...what is it you want?"

Alexia growled in frustration. "Fuck me, you asshole!" And he did...

 

[sufi]

Stack

I asked for it, Alexia dodged off me grabbing the phone. While she told Mike off for getting in the way of her intimate satisfactions I began to play with her pussy.

I love her ass especially when it points at the ceiling. Her anus, high and tight, spasms slightly as I graze my finger over the membranes. I flip her lips aside and slide a few fingers into her swollen wet vulva. I bend my head to her cheeks and glide my tongue in a wide circle staring with her right hip, over/into her crack above the flinching brown lotus onto her left cheek.

I glide my tongue down to her perineum and roughly lick it and my wiggling fingers. Alexia's anus begs for my attention. I hear her hang up. I dab at her anus and she says something about fucking her. With a flourish of my tongue, I quit fooling around.

I have her by the hips, heaving her ass higher into the air then pulling her to the edge. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you....what is it you want?"

"URRRRR! Fuck me, You asshole!" Alexia worked her knees so far apart her body sank to the level of the mattress, placing her sex over the edge where I held my cock up to and then slipping into her trembling body.

"AHHhhh" we sighed in unison like we were dipping into a pool of cool river water, soft, swirling about us, full of life. She was so wet I easily slid to full depth. She wiggled impatiently. I just held her tightly there and flexed a muscle that lightly tapped her cervix.
"OO oo oo oo oo oo" When she trembled at that I slowly began a rhythm of long thrusts. She continued to tremble like she was still waiting for something.

At little more than a whisper, I asked "Is that what you wanted?"
She didn't reply right away. Calculating carefully she responded "ahh....no,....harder!......C'mon Stack!"

I picked up the pace a bit, drove a little deeper...."AHHHhhhhh,.... you .. are .. sweeet, Baby." I carressed her hips and the narrowness of her waist. I was perfectly happy. I gripped both her hip bones tightly then relinquished. I was doing what I liked.

She backed into me hard and pulled off fast, repeating the motion and my name a little anxiously.."Staaack..Staaack!"

"Yes, Pet?" I wasn't trying to be an asshole, I just liked it like this, for the moment. Besides, I'm just naturally an asshole and I wanted her to plead, like she needed it, needed me! She was out of options. It was my big dick, my insistent strength, my determination, my needing her that she needed. As though her beauty, her pheremones, the way her pussy sucked me in, her need might not be enough. She will have to give up being mistress of her own pleasure once more! She would not resist, in the end....

 

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Goddamn she hated Stack sometimes. Toying with her like this. She knew he was torturing her out of a need for her to beg, but she refused to do so...yet. He had stopped moving altogether, and she was using all the strength she could muster to pull herself onn and off his cock. It was very difficult without having any leverage. She clawed at the sheets and used her armstrength to pull and push her body. She was sweating despite the air conditioning.

"You fucker! Making me do all the work while you get all the benefits." This wasn't all true, as the friction of her mound and clit against the rough hotel blanket was stirring her as well.

Finally, she thought, all's fair in lust and war. She stopped moving. He chuckled and laced his hand in her hair.

"No, Stack, don't!" He tugged lightly and thrust his hips forward. This lodged her further on his erection and caused her to arch her back. Her clit, released from it's confines, scraped across the rough fabric and she cried out.

She needed more. "Fuck me, Stack! Please, just fucking fuck me!" She was beyond playing games now. She seemed to be teetering on the edge of release, and it was up to him to bring her there. But he wasn't done with her, apparently.

 

[sufi]

Stack

I liked to hear her curse me a little, in some strange way, in some dark corner of my mind. Though I didn't like the hint of abuse floating through the cool hotel room.
Honest expression of our frustrations can reach a point...She stopped pushing against me....we were dead stopped.

A fistfull of Alexia's hair meant I was taking what I wanted not what was offered. That's ok if she comes around eventually.
"No Stack,..don't"
I pulled lightly and Alexia arched her back, thrusting her tits out -they wagged in the miror for me, I laughed as I saw her grimace.
Alright, I could use a little movement down there. I began to land hard on her buttocks, driving into her body with deliberate force.

"Fuck me, Stack. Please, just fucking fuck me!"
That's more like it I thought. One hand spread the cheek made rounder by her body joints bent close to an "S" shape, bent to take my hardness and ease the stress on her scalp. I was an inch deeper poking an inner wall. She grunted, a low animal noise, and grunted again.

"Yeah, Baby, fuck you, ughn...ughn...ughn...is that good? huh?"
I let go her cheek and reached for her tit. Finding it, I pinched her nipple hard and pulled her back, onto my dick using her boob as a grip and landing as hard on her as I could.
"Is it?"
"Uhnnnnnn"
I let go her hair and pinched the other nipple, gripped her other breast, I pulled her to me and she pulled away, I pulled her back by her boobs. I felt we were not too far from working at cross purposes. I was closing on my ecstacy. We moved with even greater synchrony, the thought of her struggling took me to the crest. Then she grunted hoarsely,
"FFfuck me, please! Harder, Stack, harder, c'mon baby, ffucckkmmee, fu. uh.. uh.uh....."

I cried out like a banshee, my voice attenuating, lowering in frequency till more like a beast. Squeezing her tits, pulling her hard by them and bent down to bite her shoulder blade, she could not but move as I would have her.

The spark was more intense than I had known. She had spun it 'round on the tip of my.....?
I slammed into her touching the spot we had silently agreed to touch perfectly, and perfectly again, the strokes became arcs of electricity. Each stroke played them like pulling lightening taffy. I lost track of time....

Eventually, I had stopped, collapsed upon her, but the energy flickered as long as her spasms shook her body and milked my softening cock. Our breathing and the glow of her body gave way to the drone of the AC and skin glistening in the lenghtening shadows of late afternoon. I felt her at total repose, probably not asleep. I was still in her, I flexed my hips to deepen my penetration.

I rose up taking my weight off her and admired her supine figure lying below me, a pair of red half circles on her shoulder blade. I touched the mark I left, then kissed my fingers and touched them to it again.

I felt her pussy spasm and I wanted her all over again. My dick hardened, throbbed, I felt her nether lips, wet, cooled by the circulating air. Alexia must have felt my heat and retumescence, she stirred and I grew inside her like a calling....

 

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As he contorted her body and used her breast to control her movements, Alexia thought she would pass out from the intensity. She struggled to answer him, but only gutteral noises would escape her lungs.

Soon it was out of control, the pleasure and pain bringing her to such heights that she was no longer a part of the game, but a piece, willed to move at the player's will.

She tried to participate, to beg, to tell him what she wanted, but it didn't matter anymore. This time, what he wanted was what she needed. His hand, cruelly using her tit, his cock invading her and pleasing her simultaneously, his body was a desired attack upon her own.

She screamed out, or thought she did as he did. Inside her, every muscle clenched and released, convulsed wildly. She felt him collapse atop her and she only remained conscious because her breathing was so erratic and shallow. She lay, supine on the bed, unaware of anything at all. Her convulsions were slowing, but were still very strong in her pussy. It felt like a tidal wave had hit her and left her drowning in it as it faded away.

There was silence...the comfort of his weight upon hers. And then it was gone, and she could feel that he was rising again while still inside of her. She felt him move slightly inside her, which triggered another, much smaller, wave of orgasm. She was ready again for pleasure. Perhaps not for movement, but for pleasure, yes. And they began the second movement with much the same fervor as before.

The next morning, she awoke to the phone ringing. She was still laying on her stomach, but he must have moved her to the pillow. Had she passed out this time? Stack always served to surprise her. She blindly reached for the phone and lifted her head to place the receiver against her ear. Stack was snoring softly.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse and strained.

"Alexia? I am sorry if I woke you."

"Mr. Textor? Oh, don't apologize." She looked at the clock. Six o'clock in the morning. Was he a moron?

"I just wanted to let you know that I have decided you and your partner would be perfect for the job. I have sent a messenger with the information that I have. Please page me if you need anything from me. Do not call at the house."

"Yes, sir. What will be the split?" She was sitting now.

"Seventy-thirty." She almost laughed.

"Excuse me, sir, but considering that I have a partner involved, that is hardly anything better than robbery."

"Sixty-five thirty-five is the best I go. Don't push me."

She thought about it, but decided not to push it, considering that they would end up with the full amount in the end.

"It's a deal."

They hung up, and Alexia crawled over to Stack. She lay her head on his chest and intertwined a leg in his. The cadence of his breathing lulled her to sleep.

She awoke hours later to Stack, fully dressed, watching her sleep.

She smiled. "That was incredible last night."

He grinned and held up a package. "Everything's here. It seems Courtland needs a gardener and a maid. Wanna apply?"

She laughed. "Am I going to be the gardener?"

"I think he had a man in mind for the job, sweetheart."

She walked to the bathroom. "Okay, I'll be the maid. What do you think my name should be? Should I try the hispanic routine again?"

He laughed and she grimaced. "Okay, so it didn't work out so well last time. I'll just be from the south. How's that sound?"

 

[sufi]

Stack

Alexia came around for the second showing like the sex fiend she was. We started from behind but since I had just cum, she was in for a long stint, and we did the missionary, and half the kama sutra. Somewhere along the way she passed out and I was almost disapointed though not too suprised. It's not necrophillia mind you, but I really liked fucking her limp body. I never told her all of what I did that night.

I awoke at a reasonable hour the next morning and dressed for the continental breakfast, leaving Alexia lying naked and still limp on the bed. You need to get a picture in your mind of her long black hair swirled accross the pillow, her limbs splayed the way only utter abandon could have left them, one leg tangled in the sheets.

A messenger arrived soon after I returned to the room. I had to push him out of the door, he was so nosey. He didn't get a glimpse of her on the bed, but he could have smelled the heavy scent of sex in the air. He gave me a fat manilla envelope, I gave him 2 singles and a shove.

I went in and Alexia woke. She was a sight, my spirit was willing but flesh was weak. I could only smile at her.

She got up, went to the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of her cheeks bobbing. My flesh was feeling stronger but we had business.

"On the way to the Courtlands, we'll need to do some shopping"
We needed an old truck to go with the act, some clothes, I started to make a list.
The shower started to steam up the room.
She started humming some old bluesy number....
I thought about how we would spend the money...

 

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After exiting the truck they had just obtained, Alexia and Stack made their way through the gates and up the steps to the Courtland Mansion. Attired in a small blue blouse that joined between the breasts and fell open in a v from her breastbone to her waist, and a matching flowered skirt that barely covered her shapely ass, she fidgeted uncomfortably. She never liked dressing like this, but she found that Hollywood had it right--Sex sells.

The door opened, and a young man dressed in a gray suit led them through the ornate foyer to Mr. Courtland's office. The dark wood and size of his desk and bookshelves gave one a feeling that he was overcoming something lacking in himself.

They sat next to one another on a leather couch which was more for appearance than for comfort. The skin of her thighs stuck to the leather. They sat, not as Stack and Alexia, but as Geneva Wolfe, and Francis Dalton...applicants for the jobs.

They had done their share of research on Patrick Courtland. He was a young businessman who hit it big in the stock market. He was a playboy, and couldn't resist the delights of a sensual woman. She was sure he would play right into their hands.

She squeezed Stack's thigh as they waited for him to see them. The excitement of the beginning of a heist was very arousing for her. If she only had some time to...well, they wouldn't have time for that. But her body was pulsing with sexuality.

They said nothing out of character, as she was still unsure where his surveillance targeted. She spoke to Stack in her southern drawl.

"Ah sure hope we get the jobs, sugah." She kissed him soundly on the mouth and let her fingers trail up his thigh, letting him know how much this excited her.

She broke the kiss and sat back against the couch.

 

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Stack

"Geneva! How we gonna git this job if you keep maulin' me?"
Flustered, and a little anxious, Stack, aka Francis Dalton had to fight off Alexia's pawing to maintain some professional appearance. A contrast he hoped would distract Courtland was the difference in their attire. He was dressed in traditional 'maintenance green' twill with 'Francis' embroidered on a white patch on the left breast. Another patch had obviously been removed from the right. Brown boots were well broken in, and a straw hat lay next to him on the leather upholstery. Clean but not pressed and shined, he looked just right.

Francis's profession is a modest gardner's but pride has it's place in whatever social brackett. She, on the other hand looked like a southern slut, sure to raise at least a smile from Courtland, and rather frankly designed to open certain doors in the marks mind. Stack didn't want Alexia's lust to cloud his own mind approaching this first interview with the mark. He coaxed his hard-on to relax and ignored the way she was dressed in spite of his attraction.

Though presenting an uneducated tradesman, Stack's intelligence took in all he saw of the grounds, hall and this room. Compared to drawings and photos they had reviewed in preparation for the caper, he was relieved to see no changes, meaning plans should be adequate. 'More presence of mind to bear on the moment' he thought, satified all would proceed without a hitch.

Glancing down, Stack admired his lover's ass perched on the sofa. Her excitment meant that she wiggled it in the most lewd but cute way and he smiled. The door suddenly opened and Stack almost cursed that he had got distracted after all. In walked Courtland.

He was 6 feet tall, trim and broad shouldered, handsome (Stack guessed) in a kind of chiseled protestant upper crust way. Alexia's attention was close and Stack felt a chill of green. Alexia was supposed to manipulate the mark, not actually sleep with him, neither had considered that she might want to. He was everything Stack was not though. Formally educated, smooth tongued, an undridled success in business, and as he approached plainly charismatic.

 

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Alexia let out an audible gasp when Patrick Courtland had entered the room. She had seen pictures of him, but mostly headshots. She knew he was handsome, but what overpowered her was how his mere presence exuded a sexual charge that jolted her. Wiggling closer to Stack on the couch, she waited for the man to address them.

Silence never came so easily to Alexia. If she had spoken, she might have choked. She wondered if this one was going to cause her some trouble.


OOC: Seem to have lost my Courtland...anyone interested? Sufi...did you have someone in mind?