She Steals Jewels pt.1
January 29, 2008Strong, sexy and deadly; Kayla Memphis was the most attractive professional thief in the circuit. She’d broken into museums and art galleries plenty of times before, making off with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of goods each time, and she did it all single handedly. She was one of the few female professionals and she used it to her advantage all the time. She had no problem seducing guards with her soft tits and perfect ass, or fucking her way up a corporate ladder to get access codes male thieves would never have access to. She knew she was hot and she knew how to use it, but her sex appeal was not the only advantage that came out of being female.
A lot of times when she’d be on the run, or when her cover was blown she’d have to fight. For her it was never a problem though, because what men consider out of bounds she had no problem exploiting. Kayla would just as soon crush a man’s testicles with her knee as she would punch him, dropping any opponent in a flash. Video tapes of the crime scene would sometimes show entire squads of cops levelled by kicks and knees and grabs to their balls from this sexy femme fatale.
Her methods had earned her a reputation amongst the rest of the truly professional thieves and not everyone was happy about it, Brad Tip was among these. Brad cried foul play to her methods, he argued that no woman could ever pull off a heist better than him and layed out a challenge to the deadly Miss Memphis. The Museum of Natural History was having an exhibit open in a week’s time that would showcase a new discovery, the world’s hardest diamond, an oval shaped rounded gem about the size of a large grape. Whoever could steal it would be declared the better thief. Needless to say Kayla accepted.
The diamond was being held in a vault deep below the museum. There were three primary levels of security guarding it. To reach the diamond an executive of the museum would need to descend the restricted elivator, monitored by security cameras of course, proceed through a laser field and finally open the vault doors via keycard and voice recognition while under watch of two live, armed guards. It was tight, but so was Kayla.
She had a week to plan and pull it off, she knew it had to be stolen before it went on display or security would magnify and she’d never have a chance. Monday she went into the museum during the day, dressed in tight miniskirt and loose blouse. They were hiring a new personal assistant and the curator was personally doing the interviews. He was a fat man, paid too much for the work he did, but not a bad person in general. However, even the best would fall to Kayla’s increadible body in the right situation.
“Let’s get it all out on the table.”, she said in a british accent to disguise her identity. “I need this job, and would be willing to do anything to get it.”, she leaned forward, making her clevage supremely visable.
“Well, I’ve looked at your credentials and you do seem like a good candidate.”, his eyes flashed downward as his dick hardened, he liked the idea of this woman working under him. “There is just one thing though.”, he was pointing to something on her resume.
Kayla got out of her seat and walked around the desk to take a look at the paperwork, propping herself up as she rubbed his shoulders. “Oh, silly me, I left a typo in.”, she began running her hands down his back slowly. “That’s supposed to say ’skilled faxer’, not ’skilled fucker’.”, her hands had crossed the threshold and were rubbing his hardening dick.
“Though I do say, both are admirable skills.”, the curator got up out of his seat and sat on his desk, awaiting his new assistant to ‘help him out’.
Kayla stepped back and undid her blouse, she didn’t take it off but her bra barely concealed her round breasts. She stepped forward and the fat curator’s hands instantly latched on, massaging them. Kayla’s hands slid down and undid his pants, pulled them down and started pumping his cock. The curator was really enjoying himself, this girl was a natural and her hands were so smooth. Kayla was having fun teasing the poor bastard, but she had other plans.
She lifted her hand up momentarily to start a voice recorder hidden in her earing while the other continued south. She began rubbing his balls in circles and slowly worked into a grasp, squeezing them. The curator was in shock, his balls hurt like hell but he wanted to keep going. “Say your name baby!”, Kayla said squeezing his balls for motivation. The curator stuttered a little, it’s usually ’say my name’. “Say it!”, Kayla squeezed harder and his balls began to flatten in her palm.
“…Truman P. Sheldon…” he spoke, a little confused at her request but in far too much pain to protest. He had said it and hoped she would release his nuts, but she did not. Her grip only grew tighter and tighter around his balls as his mind reeled from the pain. As her tiny hand destroyed his manhood her other reached behind poor Truman and grabbed his keycard while the distraction was still working.She squeezed harder and harder until the fat man was speachless. Her hand gave one final tense and he could no longer take it.
“Ms.Elizabeth! Enough! Let my balls go right now or I will call security!”, he tried to push her hand off his groin.
“Call security and I will call your wife!”, her grip tightened. “Besides, do you really think they would prosecute me? Really, look at me and look at you, who do you think they’d believe anyway?”, tighter and tighter. “Tell anyone about this and it will be all over the news how you demanded sexual favours for this job.”, finally Truman could take it no longer his mind could not handle the pain and he went black.
Kayla propped him back up on his chair, did his pants back up and left a notein his hand that read “Fuck the job, I don’t care how much you’d pay me your dick is too pathetic to be worth it! Tell anyone and you’re ruined.” Truman was found later that afternoon, still passed out, but thought just to be sleeping. When they woke him up he unexpectedly cancelled his appointments and took the rest of the day off.
