She Steals Jewels pt.2

It was a lot to get done in the first day of operations, but things needed to move quickly. She may have had a week before the unveiling, but she had to do it all faster than Brad. Tuesday rolled around and it was time to handle the technical side of the operation. There were security cameras all around the vault and she definitely needed the ones to the elevator deactivated. The procedure was simple, she would pose as a technician for the security firm and tap the feed of the cameras while relaying back recorded footage from the day on loop. It was an old trick, but one that always worked.

Kayla phoned up the security firm from within the museum after seducing one of the young tour guides and ordered a van to show up to fix the cable feeds for the cameras. She left the reception desk, laughing at the poor boy beneath the counter still clutching his junk but too afraid to mention his stupidity for fear of getting fired. As she walked out of the main lobby she giggled again as she noticed poor Truman was still absent, she really must have hurt his balls.

The can showed up promptly and she greeted the repairman and told him to follow her. Distracted by her good looks the idiot presumed the business attire and clipboard were credentials enough. She led him towards a storage room in the back of the reception area she’d said was where the feeds ran. As the bumbling techie wandered around the room, looking for the feed he didn’t hear Kayla lock the door with the key she’d stolen from the busted tour guide.

Kayla always had a soft spot for men with tools, it always made it easier to get to their soft spots. She pointed the moron towards a wall and said there was a panel in behind it. As he bent over, looking for the panel Kayla stepped back and swung her foot straight between his legs. The powerhouse kick dropped him to the ground, face first and Kayla wasted no time snatching a pair of pliers from the worker’s tool-belt.

A kick to his side rolled the shambling mound of a man onto his back as she ducked to the ground between his legs. His hands quickly covered his balls fearing the inevitable, but a quick smack to the face with her new-found toy moved them up instinctively. She wasted no time and quickly had the tool clamping down on his left ball. She only needed to pop one for him to black out, he’d done nothing wrong and although she really didn’t feel bad thought he might as well keep one, if only so his wife could keep him under control.

The pliers tightened around the nut and although he screamed at the top of his lungs the deep storage room was nearly soundproof and no one outside heard a thing. It was so impersonal the way she crushed his nut, the tool really did the job, not her, but she enjoyed it none the less. The definitive crunch sound came and his testicle burst into a mess of goo. The electrician blacked out and Kayla began stripping him of his uniform.

As she undid the jumpsuit and changed she stared at the lump within his underwear, now a mangled mess inside, but still visible. She loved to compare it to her smooth pussy, she’d never be in a situation like this guy. No man could ever do to her what she did to him. She loved the fact she didn’t have balls and would never succumb to the wiles of a sexy woman only to have them destroyed.

After changing into his jumpsuit and adorning her belt, she dragged the unconscious man’s body to the back of the room and hid him amongst some crates, he’d be out long enough for her not to worry about him waking up too soon. Then she left, locked the door and headed down to the technicians office. Lucky for her the office was empty and the door was unlocked. It probably meant the in-house technician was out to lunch and would be back shortly, she had to move fast.

The wirework was simple, she was attaching a remote relay to the main feed and it would allow her to simultaneously feed her the camera’s view and mess up the security guards. Just as she was finishing up she heard someone coming in through the door. The museum worker was back from lunch, Kayla prepared to bust his balls, she’d gotten away with two today, why not make it a perfect three?

As the in-house technician came in, Kayla crouched to the ground to get a good view of their approach so she could easily swing out with a kick. That’s when she noticed, it wasn’t a pair of dress shoes walking in, but high heels. Kayla had run into what had to be the only female technician in the city. She was lost for a minute, unsure what her next action should be.

She couldn’t seduce her, sure she may be a lesbian, but the likeliness of that is rather slim. She certainly couldn’t kick her in the balls and escape, women were so much stronger and didn’t have testicles to crush. Kicking this woman would hurt her about as much as a punch in the arm. She wasn’t a man and she’d have to fight fair, something she did not have time for. She cursed her foe’s smooth pussy and her inability to dominate her instantly like she could a man and just hid quietly, hoping she would pass.

Lucky for Memphis, she did and it was seconds before the sexy thief was up and out a ventilation shaft. She kicked out an exhaust grate from the side of the building and jumped down, landing on her parked motorcycle. As she revved the engine she laughed about how a man would never try that same jump, their balls would be detroyed but her pussy was unscathed. Kayla drove out of the alleyway and made it back to her base of operations safely.

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