Authonomy – Friday Flash Fiction [FFF]
Post: FFF – January 24, 2014
Theme / Genre: Beauty Treatment.
Include: –
Words: 712
Turquoise Diamond
I had my dick taped-up so far it was practically between my buttocks. It was a bloody good job I didn’t get sexually aroused with all the kissing, the guy was gross, all that sickly aftershave and cologne, I can still smell it; but it was necessary.
The plan worked like a charm, I mean even better than I’d hoped. He had his dirty little eyes on me straight away. Even before I sat down — which was mildly uncomfortable — right next to him at the Blackjack table, he was checking out my blond curls and skin tight pink dress. I mean I looked good, I can’t deny that, even I would have fancied me.
The CCTV picked up the multi-millionaire picking-up me, the blonde bombshell — the casino full of cameras — and then what do you know, taking me home in the chauffeur driven Bentley, in front of everyone; all as strategically planned.
The guy was so pissed by the time he got me up to the penthouse, dropping some rohypnol in his gin and tonic was A, a doddle, and B, meant he lost it, big time, making my life easy.
The kissing though, jeese, I’m really not a man kisser, even for the money, that was the hardest bit, perhaps I should have had the roofie. Yet, despite the slovenly drugged and drunk way he acted, the clumsiness, the randiness; he was a beast, with staying power and I had to work it, I mean, he wasn’t giving an inch, it was the toughest job I’ve ever had.
But like all rich men, he was a bragger, he owned this, he owned that, he boasted about the security in the penthouse, the contents in his safe; bingo, what a result, he bought it up and I didn’t have too. But Christ, he wasn’t lying down — I mean to make my life easy — given the chance he’d have had my lying down all night.
At one point, I caught myself in the full length bedroom mirrors, he’d stripped me down to my knickers, and I looked fucking sexy, it was hard for me not to stop, as I passed, and look at my sculpted body. I couldn’t, if he caught me and ripped off the knickers and revealed my dick, I’d be a dead man, so I ran faster.
We ran to the study, he’d told me the safe was in there; he, naked, me, very nearly. The security cameras picked us both out for long enough, long enough to show the world my fit body and my bouncy tits, which was a bonus, I think I may even miss them. He of course, would be embarrassed, shocked and a laughing stock; what better man.
I dared him to open the safe, and in his drunken stupor he opened his safe right in front of me; voice recognition, retina scan and finger printing, a million pound secure safe, opened right in front of a girl in her scanty undies that he’d known for only three hours; men and their egos.
Kerching! The safe clunked open and down on the back of his read came the handy glass presentation, for some business industry award, paperweight. Out cold.
The contents, I was not disappointed, ancient Egyptian gold jewellery, and the pièce de résistance , the turquoise diamond — $50 million dollars on the black market, and it was mine. With a quick shake of my tits at the camera, just to make sure, and I placed it all in my Chanel handbag, dressed and let myself out, no, I sauntered out, exactly as I sauntered in, passed the doorman, blowing him a kiss, and I was gone; the pink-dressed, sexy women thief.
I can see it now, ‘The new Pink Panther’ in all the broadsheets.
Still that will all have to wait, I’m in no fit way for anything at the moment, bandages, drugs and all; I look a real mess, and the pain, my God the pain, but it’ll all be worth it when I’ve offloaded the diamond and the jewellery.
Still can’t wait to get back to being a man again, and although I enjoyed having tits, this is the last beauty treatment I’m going to have for a while.
