Billionairess Thief (An Erotic Tale) (6 page)

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?’ I asked with a voice filled with panic.

Andrei cut his eyes at me, then to the closet door suspiciously, as he approached it.

I hurriedly took off my clothes, stepped out of my panties, and picked up a squat glass off the table. The whole time, my heart was sledgehammering inside my chest. There was about to be a gun battle or worse, if Andrei opened the closet door.

I rushed over to him with my pendulous breast swinging, and threw my body against his, lassoing one arm over his shoulder.

“Andrei, what is wrong with you? You’re scaring me.” I said.

With his toe, he eased the door open and leveled his gun inside the closet. I held my breath and ground my pelvis against his body as I tried my best to pull his attention from the door. It opened wider. There was nothing at first, then I looked down and saw Mark’s foot. He was standing at the side of the closet.

“Now are you satisfied?” I asked with a tremor in my voice.

He gave me a wary shrug, but he was still trying to peer into the closet. I kissed him with so much passion that it felt like I was going to suck the palate out of his mouth. That got his attention. I steered him away from the closet and over to the couch. The entire time, I kept my tongue in his mouth. We stopped and pivoted. I came up for air and stole a glance in the closet. I could see Mark’s silhouette. His hand was moving like he was gesturing. Then I remembered the vial in my hand that he had given me.

The knock out drops.

“Let me pour you a drink?” I asked Andrei with a generic smile.

He was too busy fondling my breasts, then he did something that really threw me off balance. I was unprepared for it when he pushed me back onto the couch and began to lick on my breast.

“Baby, don’t you want a drink first, then I can please you in any way you like,” I cajoled.

“No, I have to hurry. Makar is next,” he insisted, and I realized that he was correct.

I was in a quagmire. Andrei’s tongue made a foray down to my midriff for a brief siesta at my navel. Then he drove it all the way home. He spread my legs wide and buried his tongue so deep in my pussy, it felt like he was trying to suck out my fallopian tube. My toes curled. I was not prepared for him to eat my pussy like I was a full course gourmet meal, and he was starved. The loud lapping sounds resonated, echoing through the room. I was so embarrassed, I know Mark was in the closet watching, but the feeling was so erotic. My pussy was already hyper sensitive to the touch.

Andrei spread my labia with his forefinger and thumb, and began to suck on my swollen clitoris and nibbled on it whole. At the same time, he inserted three fingers inside my pussy, fondling me as if he was trying to steal nectar from my body. I came instantly, with gushes and convulsions that rocked my body. Absentmindedly, I pressed his face against my body so tightly that I suffocated him. He pulled away and expelled a deep breath as he looked at me with a feral, fiendish, grin, and then struggled with his pants. The gun was back in his waist holster. He took out his cock. He had a magnificent tool, it was long and curved to the side. He stroked himself licentiously, then leaned forward and placed one of my legs on his shoulder as he prepared to penetrate me.

“Hold up! Wait!” I said and sat up on the couch.

“What is wrong?” he asked with lust in his eyes.

“We need to use a condom,” I said for an excuse to stall him. I had no intention of having sex with this man.

“Where you got condoms at? Hurry!” he said in a husky voice.

I got up from the couch, grabbed the glass off the table, and began to pour both of us drinks.

“What are you doing?” he asked impatiently, and walked over just as I was about to pour the drug into his glass.

“I want to have a quick drink first, then fuck your brains out.” I said with mock lust and stood on tiptoe to kiss him deeply. I dumped the contents of the vial into his glass while he was not looking.

“Here! A drink to a good fuck!” I said, passing him the glass. He took it, tossed the drink down, and frowned. I imitated him and tossed mine down too. It burned like a fiery hell down my throat.

Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me tightly against his chest. “No more time for games. I want you NOW!”

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His hard shaft was pressed against my thigh. I could feel it throbbing as he palmed my ass and squeezed it. That’s when I detected movement in my peripheral. I looked over to see Mark step out of the closet and walked over behind Andrei with his gun in hand. I almost fainted. That’s when it happened. Andrei began to stagger like he had just been hit with a hard over hand right, as his eyes bucked wide. He shook his head from side to side, then squinted at me like his vision was blurred, and he was seeing double, maybe even triple. Then he keeled over, head first. The sound made a loud thump. His penis stood up, waving like a flag pole.

“What do we do now?” I raised my voice as I stepped forward and looked down at Andrei. Mark looked at his watch, then at the unconscious Andrei sprawled out on the floor with his penis erect.

“You need to get into the room with Makar, and get those diamonds.” Mark responded as he bent down to check Andrei’s pulse. I could tell his mind was distant, elsewhere, as if he really wasn’t listening to me. He took Andrei’s gun and stuffed it into the spin of his back.

“You have about an hour before Nestor wakes up to do his check up on this security team, and less than that before Alexander, the guy that was stationed at the door returns with the rest of the Russians. They’ll come back earlier, and make it appear to Nestor when he makes his rounds, that they were never gone.”

I had begun to fidget and pace the room nervously. My thoughts whirled a mile a minute. “How do you know this?” I said in a strained voice that was foreign to me.

Fear was burrowing into my soul. I didn’t know the habits of the Russians, and with everything said and done, I couldn’t trust Mark. I know his real interest lied in stealing the diamonds.

“I told you I had prostitutes entertaining the Russians at the bar. Liquor makes for lose tongues. One of the prostitutes told me this because she also gets paid for the information she provides me.”

“Okay.” I said with hubris that I was not feeling.

My mind churned, plotting, conspiring, inquiring. Not only did I have to beat the Russians for the diamonds, but I would have to finagle Mark and the Gotti clan. There was no way I could share the bounty of diamonds with him for the sake of my family’s legacy. I would have to avenge that for our family honor.

I quickly got dressed in my blouse, skirt with no panties or bra, and my six inch stilettos as I eerily looked at myself in the mirror. The entire time, Mark watched me intensely, then he reached down to check Andrei’s pulse again. As I hurried, the clock in my head ticked tempestuously like a sonic boom in my head.

“How long is he going to be knocked out?” I asked, referring to the unconscious Andrei sprawled out on the floor. His penis was still standing at full attention. His skin had begun to pale ghostly white.

Mark responded tartly, with obsidian eyes that were the deepest of blue. He was suddenly an enigma in my mind. “He may not wake up. You were only supposed to put a drop of the knock out potion in his drink. You poured the entire vial. It is not looking too good for our Russian friend.”

My legs suddenly grew weak, turning into jelly as I looked down at the young dying Russian, Andrei. “Oh God!” I groaned and placed a hand over my mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” My voice screeched as I bent down and placed my hand on Andrei’s forehead. He was cold and damp.

“You didn’t ask. Besides, you have no time for sympathy. This is part of the business. There will be casualties, even death. Possibly even your death.” Mark said morbidly, and tossed me another vial of the clear knock out liquor. He looked at his Rolex watch, took it off, and gave it to me. He announced ominously, “You now have about thirty minutes. Be sure to keep track of time. You must be out of Makar’s room before nine o’clock, or risk getting caught. Do you have any idea how you’re going to steal the diamonds?”

I pulled my eyes away from the dying man and gave Mark a blank stare as I placed his watch on my wrist. The large diamond baguettes shimmered as if I had captured a constellation of empyreal stars on my wrist. I didn’t have a clue as to how I was going to steal the jewels, and if I did, I wouldn’t have told him.

Mark continued, “I will have my team on standby, but there is really nothing we can do if a problem were to arise. As you already know, they have us out gunned and out manned.”

I rose like a feminine Sphinx, more determined than ever. I was operating off a pure adrenaline rush, and a primal visceral yearning. My palm with the vial of knock out drops was sweaty in my hand as I turned the doorknob. I exhaled a deep breath of confidence, and expelled a sigh of uncertainty and walked out the door into the unknown.

At the time, I should have known I was on a suicide mission. I was what generations had spawned, the offspring of grandchildren and their children, forbearers of gypsy thieves. Predetermined, predestined, pre-eminent in my own ilk. I had to possess those diamonds!

I couldn’t have turned around if I wanted to. It was in my blood.

Vixen Virtuosities

I sashayed next door to Makar’s suite. My high heels
glided
across the Moquette carpeting as my mind raced nervously. I peeked down both sides of the corridor, prepared to knock. I had the half gallon of vodka in my hand. I already had the spiel I was going to tell Makar when he asked about his cousin, Andrei.

I demurred at Makar’s door, prepared to knock as I got my thoughts together. Then I heard the elevator open down the corridor. I flinched nervously. The cacophony of strident voices was loud. The Russians were returning earlier than expected. I panicked and did an about face. Just as I was about to reach for the doorknob to my suite, I looked up to see the men walking towards me. It was not the Russians. It was rowdy guests, throngs of them. I could tell they had just come back from a festive outing. They quickly dispersed into their rooms. None of them even seemed to notice me. Just that fast, they had disappeared.

I stood in the corridor in the lull of their quiet. My heart beat like a base drum. I felt my leg shaking, pulse quaking. My nerves were on edge, as if I was about the have an anxiety attack. I knocked on Makar’s door with the half gallon of vodka in hand. I had never been so scared in my entire life. To this day, I don’t know what compels me, enthralling me with the allure of the heist. Maybe there was such a thing as a reincarnation, and I was the metaphysical manifestation of it, or her; my great-grandmother, the matriarch of a band of gypsy thieves.

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Makar opened the door cautiously. For some reason, he glowered at me, and then craned his neck out in the hall suspiciously.

“Where is Andrei?” he asked, apprehensively looking both ways down the hall.

I could see a gun in his hand as I gave him a subtle shrug and cavorted my body, making my breasts jiggle by shuffling my feet and thrusting them forward as I attempted to pass him the vodka. “He walked downstairs to check on some man named Nestor. He told me to tell you he would look out so that the two of us can be together, and I can please you in any way you like, but only for fifteen minutes so that you and I can be alone.” I said in a patois of lust, and licked the rim of my lips like I couldn’t wait to suck his cuck.

Makar bunched his eyebrows together in a tight line across his forehead, skeptically. He didn’t believe me. Right then, I knew I was losing him fast. I needed a different method, a different approach. I feigned boredom and did a plié that made my dress whirl, showing off my ass cheeks when I abruptly walked away.

“I will go get him for you. There are other men down in the lobby that would like my services.” I started to walk away.