Chapter 6
Cynthia was at the home of one Robert Donnelly, inspecting the theft of an ancient Roman bust. While she was there physically, her mind wandered off. Cynthia’s thoughts kept drifting back to her secret Admirer and Mitch. She had been waiting to hear from both for a couple of days. Had they moved on? Was there someone else? Then she yelled at herself internally, stop it! It doesn’t matter, for crying out loud! They are just fun distractions. I have work to do.
Cynthia’s inspection conflicted; either this was a pro or an amateur who got lucky to take the bust. On the one hand, pros usually only took what they came for, the art. Amateurs took whatever was in sight. This thief had broken into the safe and taken cash and jewels, but then also took an early Roman bust. Busts were an unusual item to steal. It rarely happened because they were unwieldy and surprisingly delicate. She suspected whoever took it initially came for something else but settled for the bust.
Entry into the house was another item pointing to a pro. Finding and breaking into the old cellar would have required research and time. Whoever this person was, they had spent some time in this house. She needed a list of people in and out of this house in the past few weeks.
It took a little while for Cynthia to get the list of companies that had people in and out of the house in the last three weeks. Having plenty of homework, Cynthia talked briefly with the lead detective and headed back to the office to call the companies that serviced the home.
Reaching her apartment, she found a package waiting for her. She quickly noticed no markings on the box, which immediately told her who sent the package. With a smile, she found a knife to cut the package open. Inside, she found a note that read:
Wear this tonight.
Admiring You a Far.
Beneath the note was a sheer black camisole and a lace thong. Chuckling to herself, Cynthia walked into her room to put up the new lingerie when her phone vibrated.
A text message said, “Don’t just put it up. Wear it.”
Thinking this was her last chance to find out who the mystery man was, she looked to find the phone number but was disappointed to find a string of zeros where a phone number should have been. With a slight tingle of apprehension, she slid out of her clothes and headed for the shower.
Later that evening, as she lounged on the couch, going over police reports, her laptop opened, and a glass of wine was within reach. Her laptop announced she had a new message. With a start, she looked at the offending laptop, noticing immediately who the message was from.
“Hi, I hope you liked my gift.”
“I must admit, at first, I was hesitant, but it is very comfortable and sexy. I look hot. By the way, how did you know I would put it on?” Cynthia asked.
“Well, I wish I could say it was because I have some power, but just a lucky guess. I knew you would look hot.” The reply took just a moment.
“Do you want to see me in it?” Cynthia’s newfound freedom from her former inhibitions quickly took over.
“I would be a fool to refuse to see such beauty.”
Standing up, Cynthia walked to the bar separating the dining room from the kitchen and set the laptop on it, aiming the camera to capture her body. With a giddiness she had not expected, she turned slowly on the webcam and stepped back. She heard a voice come over the computer speakers. It was a low, sensual voice.
“Wow. You are amazing. Your body puts all others to shame,” the voice of her Admirer informed her.
Taking the laptop back to the couch, Cynthia lay down with the computer on her thighs. They continued to chat about everything and nothing. The conversation dipped into sexual innuendo, then drifted back to the mundane. With each return, the comments became more intense. Soon Cynthia was describing how she wanted him to fuck her. He, in turn, told her how he wanted to kiss every inch of her body, gently caressing her soft breasts. She asked him if he was touching himself and thinking of her. He said he could not think of anything else except her perfection.
As Cynthia reached over for her favorite vibrator, the doorbell rang. Telling her Admirer she would be back, she headed for the door without thinking about wearing a robe.
The door was already halfway open when Cynthia realized she was standing in near-nothing. She thought of slamming the door shut and getting a robe for a split second. A new sensation of pure excitement quickly crushed this thought. Whoever was on the other side of this door was in for a treat. She can’t wait to see the look on their faces.
Mitch was wondering if he should be calling on Cynthia like this. It was late. Hell, he hadn’t called her in several days, but he was horny and needed his Cynthia fix. The door opened, and Cynthia was standing before him in a sheer negligee, her firm breasts. With sexy, erect nipples just visible beneath the fabric. His cock immediately came to full attention at the sight of this beauty. She stood there, one hand on her slender hip, the other on the door.
To her delight, her lover was on the other side. What luck. He stood for a moment; his confusion was immediately replaced by one of pure sexual desire. The change aroused her as she saw all remnants of self-control melt from his body.
All doubts melted from his mind as he stepped through the door, grabbing her and kissing her with a fierceness that sent shivers down her spine.
His kiss stoked her burning desire. She let everything go in that moment, living only the sensations he brought her. Her erotic mind took over; no forward thought, she just did, experiencing an eternity and no time at all in each moment.
Mitch’s primal mind did it all. There was no room for any thought but ravishing the delight before him. His hands pulled her tight to him. A low rumble escaped his lips as she rubbed her body against his erection. He felt Cynthia tug at his shirt as she hurriedly unbuttoned it. Within seconds, it was on the floor, and his pants followed close behind. Mitch felt something hit the back of his legs, and then Cynthia shoved him down onto the couch.
She stood over him. “I am going to fuck your brains out tonight.” Her voice was low, almost menacing. “If you cum before me, it’s the last time.” Kneeling in front of him, Cynthia began to kiss slowly up the inside of his thigh. Reaching his hard-on, she kissed his shaft and then slowly licked up it.
Momentarily shocked, then aroused by this new in-charge sex goddess before him, Mitch knew there was no way he could live up to her expectations. Inhaling sharply, Mitch said in a low voice, “Oh my goodness, that feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
Smiling to herself, Cynthia wrapped her lips around his cock, teasing his stiffness with her lips and tongue.
Low moans of ecstasy came from Mitch’s lips as she caressed his erection. Cynthia’s level of arousal increased as she heard his moans of delight. Without thinking, she slid her hands down and began to stroke herself. Mitch looked down and saw her pleasuring herself while she sucked on him. This drove him right to the edge.
“Oh shit. I am going to cum,” Mitch declared breathlessly.
Suddenly, Cynthia pulled away. “Don’t you dare.” Her voice was low as she gave him a slight pinch. With a yelp, he was driven back from the edge of orgasm. “I am not done with you yet, my gorgeous fuck toy.” Her voice was playful yet deadly serious. “Lie down,” she commanded.
With a smile on his face, Mitch lay back on the couch. Cynthia straddled his chest, then moved to his head until she was straddling it. He could smell her sex, and it drove him wild. Kissing the inside of her thigh, he moved up until he caressed her thong. Using only his tongue, he moved her thong to one side, exposing her velvet sex. With slow, deliberate strokes, he tasted her.
Cynthia’s mind swam with delight as Mitch’s tongue worked magic on her sex. “Shit, that feels so good.” Her hands moved up to circle her nipples as his tongue drove her to the edge of orgasm. “Don’t stop. Oh my goodness!” She couldn’t think anymore. Her body began to shake as the orgasm took over.
Mitch continued to devour her. She wanted him to stop, yet not all at the same time. It felt like she was in a constant state of orgasm. Her brain couldn’t take it, and she blacked out for a second.
Coming to, Cynthia found Mitch’s handsome face smiling down at her. “I take it I am free to screw you until we cum.” His eyes laughed as he kept a straight face.
A slow, satisfied smile blossomed on Cynthia’s perfect features. “Only if we both cum, my handsome man.” Her grin wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she tried to squash it. With no words, Mitch just leaned in and kissed her softly. He tasted good. The kiss built in intensity, his hands sliding slowly, softly up her supple form.
All Mitch could think was, “Oh my goodness, this woman is amazing. Just touching her makes me nearly cum.”
His hand slid over the dark camisole to trace a slow outline of her firm breast. Cynthia drew a slow, shuttering breath as his hand moved across her, his every touch setting fireworks in her mind. Mitch kissed her cheek softly, then moved slowly to very gently suck on her ear, sending surprised shivers down her body. Gently, his hand caressed the inside of her thigh, moving slowly up, never touching her velvet sex but teasing all around. Cynthia arched her back, moving her hips, trying to force him to touch her, but his hands moved with her. His kisses trailed down her neck, moving across her shoulder. Her body was screaming for him to take her, but his movements were slow and deliberate, sending her mind into a euphoric frenzy. Mitch’s lips moved down her chest, kissing her hard nipples through the sheer fabric.
“God, you feel good. Please fuck me.” Her voice is almost pleading. She hated and loved this slow, erotic torture. Finally, his fingers found her sweet spot, stroking her slowly while his lips caressed her soft breasts.
Her hands took over for her. She grasped his cock and pulled it to her, guiding him. He entered her, slowly filling her up. Each stroke hit her spot, sending small explosions up her spine. Slowly, deliberately, each thrust built. Within moments, they were thrusting in unison.
“Don’t stop.” Breathlessly, the words escaped her lips. “Oh fuck me harder. Make me your slut.”
Mitch’s pace intensified. She could feel his cock beginning to twitch. Soon he would cum. Her body began to quiver. It was no longer under her control. Her orgasm exploded as Mitch thrust into her. Her orgasm sent him over the edge.
Collapsing into each other, they rested. The sweet smell of sex filled the air. After a few minutes, Mitch mumbled, “Shit, I have to get up and go. I am supposed to catch a flight to Philly in two hours.”
Cynthia smiled. This was fine, to be honest. She liked the sex but wasn’t feeling up to having company for the whole night. Putting on her best-disappointed face, she said, “That’s too bad. Work can be a real pain in the ass.” Extracting herself, she kissed Mitch softly and headed for the bathroom. “I am going to freshen up. Help yourself to the kitchen.”
“Thanks, but I do have to go. Can I call you when I get back?” Mitch said, staring at her amazing ass as she walked away.
Stopping, Cynthia turned. “Honey, keep doing what you did tonight, and you can call me whenever you like.” With a smile, she walked into the bathroom.
Waiting long enough to be sure Mitch was probably ready to leave, she opened the door to hear him call out, “Goodbye, it was great.”
Thinking to herself what a great time she had, she suddenly noticed the screen on the laptop was open. She couldn’t remember if she had closed the video chat window or not when she sat it on the counter as she went to answer the door earlier. Looking at the desktop, she saw that the chat had been signed out and closed. She was relieved and a little curious about what her Admirer would have thought had he seen her in action.
Emotions cascaded through Cynthia’s mind as she headed for bed. Her mind wondered how she looked in action.
“Huh, this new me is wild,” she thought as she closed the laptop and headed for the balcony to get some fresh air.
Chapter 7
The next day, Cynthia went to work, wondering why a professional would take a marble bust. All the signs pointed to one thing. As she was puzzling this over, her phone rang. Her boss was calling to tell her that Christie’s had been robbed overnight; by the looks of it, someone had been helping themselves to the archives for a while now.
It took a little while for her to make it downtown. The scene was a complete circus. The FBI was crawling all over, with locals sprinkled in for good measure. Looking over the scene, she decided to question the manager first. It didn’t take long for her to realize this wasn’t an inside job like the FBI thought. The theft was of large items from the previously unknown prohibited exit.
Since everyone currently working at Christie’s had been there for more than five years, it was unlikely they would steal via an obscure entrance. Employees were not checked by security when entered and exited, so they could easily smuggle out dozens of moderate-value items that no one would miss for years or even decades. She was sure some did just that.
Finishing with the manager, she began to examine the tunnels. As she looked, it struck her how similar this case was to the Donelly case. Both were stunningly simple in their execution but completely brilliant. If she were a betting kind, she would bet her commission the same guy pulled both thefts.
Walking the tunnel, looking for some clue, but knowing she would find none, her eye spotted a piece of a torn cloth. Carefully, she bagged it to send to her people to find out if there was any trace of it. With her luck, it would just be a remnant of the tunnel’s past. The tunnel let out into the basement of a retail shopping center. Hoping that her man had used the maintenance entrance, which meant he would be on video, she went to the security office.
Leaving the office, she was back at square one. She learned that the basement was also a Greater New York Utility service, which meant her guy most likely jimmied the door and could have come from anywhere in New York. Going down to the service door, she noticed the lock was new and lockable from both sides. Upon calling the utility company, she learned the door was used regularly, which ruled out prints. There would be dozens. All of them are probably utility workers. She was surprised to learn that when she dusted the lock, it was clean of any prints, which only confirmed that her guy came in and out here.
Looking at her watch, she realized it was already evening. She packed up her gear and headed home. With her mind wondering about the genius of her three latest assignments, her car turned onto the avenue and made for her favorite dining spot. She briefly considered calling Mitch to join her but decided to sit and think.