Message-ID: <12637eli$9807012258@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Suzanne Martin Subject: meevans@yahoo.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3599B0DE.A2A69239@bellsouth.net> Subject: {BITBARD} SW4: Blindside (M/F) (M/f N/C) Date: 19 Jun 1998 20:09:59 GMT From: bitbard@newsguy.com (BitBard) Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex between a man and a woman. Additionally there is a description of a disturbing non-consensual scene between a man and a fifteen-year-old girl. This story carries my strongest possible content warning. If you think you can't deal with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or fictional is merely a really weird coincidence. Subject: Has Steve finally met his match when a cat burglar targets the gem Steve's been hired to protect? Subject Matter: (M/F) (M/f, rape) Rating: (XXX) Not suitable for minors. May be illegal in some areas. Copyright (c) 1998 by bitbard@newsguy.com. Distribution Rights: May be distributed freely WITHOUT MODIFICATION on USENET, USENET II, not-for-profit web sites, not-for-profit ftp sites, and news archival services which offer free public access to archived articles. All other rights are specifically reserved by the author. All distribution rights to this story expire at midnight December 31, 1999. Creation Date: 4/25/98 Distribution Date: 6/18/98 Author's Note: As always do not be concerned with the number in this issue. Each story in this series stands on it's own. Due to lack of reader feedback I had pretty much resolved to retire ol' Steve. But Steve's world is vividly real to me. When I struggle for plots, when the words won't come I can always pay a visit here and a million plots spring to mind and words are liquid in their flow. So with this story I return to the basics. This one's for me. But you're welcome to tag along for the ride. Second Note: There exists within this story a description of non-consensual sex and worse since it is between a minor (15) girl and an adult male. Personally I deplore both the rape and the quasi-pedo elements, but the rape was important to the character's personality and the eventual conclusion of this story. I did not set out to write the story this way. Sometimes the characters in my stories take on a life of their own and I merely transcribe their experiences. Such was the case here. Final Note: In the months between when this was written and when I finally decided to publish it, a topic arose on alt.sex.stories.d about non-consensual orgasms. This story, and the orgasm in question existed well before that discussion took place and was indeed based on valid research. A rape victim can indeed experience orgasm and in many, many ways that is worse than the rape itself. Dedication: To Linda who stole my heart and my imagination (but fortunately she lends them back to me when she's in the mood for a story). Signature note: I've published this story as BitBard, however I have published several stories under the handle of Sandman. Archive: This and other stories in the Whiley series can be retrieved at http://www.newsguy.com/files/Authors/BitBard/www ======================== Steve Whiley - Issue #4 "Blindside" -- By BitBard ======================== "They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band it ain't what they call rock and roll. And sultans Yea the sultans play Creole. Creole." -- Dire Straits, "Sultans of Swing" **** The woman at the bar scanned the crowded room with a disinterest that bordered on contempt. Her long fingernails taped idly on her wine glass as she considered the people around her. "Sheep," she thought contemptuously. "Every last one of them." To her eye every person moved as if carrying a great weight; their shoulders slumped, their eyes drooped, their smiles and laughs forced as if each of them were being ground under the great wheel of life. "Sheep," she thought again. "Bored, unimaginative sheep." "Excuse me, but can I buy you a drink?" A man, no a boy, asked her. For a moment the woman considered her suitor. He was tall with short, straight blonde hair that together with his tanned skin shouted for all to see "California sun worshiper." He really was quite cute in a boyish way, and he was just young enough to avoid the sheep pen. His eyes at least, panicked though they were awaiting her answer, held the glimmer of life. For another moment she considered, "I already have one, thanks." She said dismissing him with a tone that brooked no argument. "A dance then?" The boy asked. The woman sighed. Just like the young to miss such an obvious signal. She didn't have either the time or inclination to teach this boy the rules of the game. "No." Dejected the boy drifted away into the milling crowd and was soon as out of sight as out of mind. The woman turned her attention back to the crowds. There had to be someone here who could liven up the night. Then in a booth across the bar she spied someone who caught her eye. His shoulders were not slumped. He leaned forward at the table, scanning the crowds just as she was doing. Though he was a bit older than she normally preferred, there was nothing sheepish about him. His eyes probed the crowds like a hawk looking for prey, she could almost imagine the multitude of details he observed and then discarded. Finally, a wolf in the fold. She turned to the bartender and said a few words. A few minutes later the man, carrying a fresh drink, walked over and took the seat next to her. "It's not often a beautiful woman buys me a drink." He inclined his head slightly and raised his glass in salute. "Thank you." "You're welcome." The woman answered, a small smile gracing her features. "I'm Steve Whiley." "Katie Bairn. But you can call me Kate." "Nice to meet you Kate. Do you always buy strange men drinks?" "Only the ones that look like fun," Kate smiled. "I'm a terrible dancer." "Are you a good lover?" Steve paused a moment and considered the forward remark before smiling, "Have you ever met a man who didn't think he was God's gift to women?" Kate laughed, "A few, but they were gay and were thus God's gift to men." Steve joined her in laughter before taking a sip of the gin. "You didn't answer my question." Kate prodded. "Given the my obvious bias I guess that's something you'll just have to find out for yourself." Kate smirked. She had picked very well. Some men found an aggressive woman intimidating, some like Steve not only played the game but pushed back. "Your place or mine?" "I've got a bachelor pad around the block." "Bachelor pad eh?" Kate pondered rubbing her lip. "I'm tempted to say mine." "But?" "But my place is a half hour away and since I'm dying to find the answer to my question I guess your place is the lesser of two evils. You do have a droid don't you?" Steve nodded. "Keeps the place livable anyway." "You'd better stop before you charm my panties right off me." Kate acting the part of a dreamy eyed lover with a tone that dripped sarcasm. Steve laughed and finished his drink in one huge gulp. "Your rules Kate, I feel like I've just grabbed hold of a tiger's tail." "Does that disturb you?" Kate asked seriously. Steve leaned forward and winked. "When I've got a tiger by the tail I bypass disturbed and go right to excited, especially considering the shape of the tail." Kate leaned forward and patted Steve on the cheek, "Good answer." "Good tail." Steve answered appreciatively as they stood and prepared to leave. **** "Where's the moose head?" Kate asked as she surveyed the tiny apartment. "No room." Steve grinned as he poured them a drink. Kate maneuvered through the crowded room cautiously, pausing on occasion to study an interesting nick-knack or to run her gloved finger over a particularly dusty shelf. She was scanning the titles in the bookshelf as Steve handed her a glass. "You like mysteries." Kate noted. "You could say that. I'm a P.I. by trade." Kate turned and considered Steve carefully, her eyebrow arched in surprise as she studied him. "A private dick?" Steve grinned. "Tonight anyway. Tomorrow I belong to the public again." Kate took a step closer to him and ran her finger playfully along his chest. "You must be very big in your field." "The biggest dick I know." Steve answered playfully. Kate grinned coyly. "No doubt." Her hand went lower until her palm pressed against a growing bulge in Steve's pants. "Impressive. Do you have a bed in this shoe box or shall we just do it standing up?" "Oh I have a bedroom," Steve said motioning toward a door across the room, " but I think I should ask if you'd like the sex to be as fast as the seduction." "Oh no. With sex one should always take ones time. How kind of you to ask." "I've got an eye for details," Steve answered. "A good quality for my Dick to possess." Kate grinned as she took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. *** Steve's cloths had been discarded as quickly as Kate had picked him up and he slid onto the bed waiting for Kate to join him. Kate though took this opportunity to slow the pace down and stripped slowly, as Steve watched appreciatively from the bed. The tasteful, even elegant dress and gloves were slowly removed to reveal an exciting and thought provoking (among other things) garter and exquisitely cut lingerie. Kate's eyes darted up playfully, ensuring that her performance was appreciated. Her eyebrow arched and she smiled smugly as she noted Steve's ready and willing cock standing in salute. Standing at the foot of the bed she sensuously raised one leg and rested it on the bed giving Steve an impossibly good view of the flesh peeking out from under the delicate lacework of her lingerie. Snap, snap. Kate unhooked the stocking leisurely and with deliberate sensuality began rolling it down her long, perfectly shaped leg. Steve's eyes followed her hands with anticipatory expectation. Kate un-crooked her finger and the stocking fell to the floor. The last stocking was removed with equal care. With her legs spread wide Kate pushed her not-inconsiderable breasts together before unhooking her clasp and removed the bra revealing two exquisitely shaped breasts. Steve whooshed in excitement. "Nice," he said appreciatively. Kate smiled. "I'm so glad you approve." With everything but her panties removed Kate ditched the erotic strip show and dove onto the bed with an acrobatic twisting leap that had her landing on her back next to Steve. He started to take her in his strong arms but she lightly diverted him as she raised her hips and with one smooth effortless motion removed her panties and cast them across the room. "Are you ready now?" Steve asked, attempting to sound amused, his gasping breath shattering the illusion. Rolling Steve onto his back, Kate towered over him as her legs parted around his waist. "The question is," Kate mocked, "are you ready?" Her hands dove down and wrapped themselves around Steve's throbbing cock. She tugged lightly at the foreskin sending an electric thrill of pleasure through her waiting lover. "Hmm. Looks like my private Dick is ready for a case." "Ughhha" Steve grunted incoherently as she squeezed him playfully. "The case of the purloined pussy" Kate bubbled. "Our intrepid hero runs along the desert plains," Kate said as she rubbed Steve's glans against her belly. "Braving the plains, unshrinking from the task at hand the private dick enters the bushlands," Kate teased as she lifted up allowing Steve's straining tip to be teased by her soft, downy tufts of pubic hair. "Emerging from the bushlands our private dick stands before a valley and he quivers with anticipation knowing his quarry is near." Kate teased as she ran his shaft through her outer lips. Despite herself she let out a small gasp as Steve's glans ran over her swollen clit. "Well whatdya know. Dick found pussy," Kate smiled as she lowered herself onto Steve. "I like this case!" Steve gasped. "Hmmm. I thought you might," Kate answered mischievously. With seductive allure, Kate lifted her arms high, emphasizing for the moment her wonderful breasts before letting her fingers run through her long luxurious hair. Her hips began to roll in a circular motion, the motion moving Steve in and out of her not by large amounts but very, very quickly. Kate's fingers let a strand of hair fall then slowly traced a path to her breasts. As she began to finger her erect, sensitive nipples she began to rise and lower herself, still with that same circular motion. Her head arched back and a long, moan escaped her as she followed the threads of pleasure she was weaving. Steve's hands grasped her athletic waist just for the pleasure of the contact. The sight of this gorgeous woman moving over him, playing with her breasts was almost, but not quite as stimulating as her warm, moist pussy pulsating around his shaft. "Oh yes!" Kate groaned. "Yes!" She cried as she leaned forward straining to follow the building pleasure. As Kate writhed over him in orgasmic ecstasy, Steve's senses exploded. *** The darkness was complete and total. In the dead of night under cloudy, moonless skies a figure moved. In the still night air soft muffled puffs and clops from the suction cups bound to palms and knees mingled with the other noises of the city as the burglar slowly crawled up the ten story building. It was an old technology, but sometimes it was best to go with the tried and true especially when most security systems could detect an antigrav field. At the top, the burglar secured a rope and threw one end over the edge. The door on the roof of the building looked simple enough, but the burglar studied it carefully for almost a minute before pulling out a long thin wire with two clips. The burglar pushed one end of the wire through an almost nonexistent crack between the frame and the door. The glue at the end bonded instantly with a metal contact. Near the bottom of the door the burglar pushed the wire through another crack. Only after the circuit had been bypassed did the burglar pull out a set of intricate tools and began to pick the lock. The door opened silently and the burglar peered in cautiously and only the pinnacle of professionalism restrained a sigh of relief: there was no security camera -- The stairwell wasn't monitored. A black booted foot moved forward and then stopped just an inch above the floor. The boot pulled back and the burglar knelt down to study the floor just inside the doorway. A pressure pad, a very well disguised one. Under the black mask, the burglar smiled. There were easier ways to steal the diamond but this was the most challenging. The designers of the security system had laid their trap like a chess master lays out his pieces waiting for the trap to spring. But a queen was nimble. Carefully stepping around the pad, breathing fast with anticipation and feeling the adrenaline rush of excitement, the burglar entered the building: the game was afoot. At the heart of the building, near the center of the fifth floor the burglar hugged the wall and waited. There, two very alert guards were guarding the door but before anything could be done one had left for the restroom. There was nothing to do now but wait until he returned. After an eternity he did return and from the sound of it he had brought coffee for his partner. As they were distributing the cups the burglar stepped out from around the corner and before either could possibly see what was happening the burglar blew into a small tube. One of the guards swatted his neck as if stung. As the other guard's expression turned from puzzled to concerned a small dart thudded into his neck and the world went black. It had taken less than a second. The traps at the door were elaborate and complicated but not infallible and the security system remained blissfully unaware as the door opened into a small, simple room. On a pedestal in the center of the room stood the diamond; flawless, beautiful and under the carefully trained spotlights throwing rainbows across the room. To the casual observer the spotlights were set to enhance the beauty of the stone. To the cold, calculating eyes of the burglar those rainbows were being observed by sensitive optics waiting to sound the alarm if for any reason the dazzling spectrum of light changed in even the smallest detail. Overhead a security camera slowly panned the room. In the basement the image of the burglar filled the monitors as a guard sat slumped over in his chair the flashing, "Security Disabled" light reflecting off his cheek. Security though was never a device, always a system and a system has many parts. The burglar had taken care of building security, all that remained was the room security. It was almost trivial. Almost. Ten minutes later a black clad figure slid down the rope and on reaching the ground disappeared into the darkness. *** "Revisiting our top story: Early this morning the Vandleberg diamond was stolen from Danzil's Auction House. Police investigators say they currently have no solid leads but believe this was the work of the pygmy bandit, so called because of the blowgun style tranquilizer darts used to subdue the guards. The Vandleberg diamond was scheduled to be auctioned this morning and the diamond was estimated to have fetched over one million new dollars. This is the twelfth time the pygmy bandit has struck. Police estimate the dollar value of the combined thefts at over fifty million new dollars worldwide." The radio blared rousing Steve from blissful slumber. He listened to the report groggily, leisurely making the transition from sleep to alertness. Leisurely until he remembered his guest, and last night. Blindly, he felt around his bed. He was alone. What a strange woman. Usually it was the man who left. Sighing, Steve opened his eyes and sat up. He paused at the doorway when he saw Kate sitting in gloriously nude splendor at the small table reading the morning paper as she sipped coffee. "Good Morning," She said as she noticed him. "You slept well." "I had good reason." Steve smiled. "I've got to leave in a bit, but I wanted to ask you before I left if you'd like to get together tonight." "You mean this isn't a one night stand?" Steve asked. Kate considered him a moment. "It can be if you want. But I think you're," she cast about for a word, "convenient." "When you flatter me so outrageously, how can I refuse?" Steve asked. Kate smiled and patted his hand patronizingly as Steve joined her at the table. "Tonight though I think we'll use my place." "Oh?" Steve asked. "Let's just say it's hard for a woman to get comfortable here." Steve slapped his head in mock chastisement, "So it's not me! It's my decorating skills!" "Exactly." Kate smiled. They shared breakfast before Kate excused herself. As she headed down the hall to the elevator she opened her purse and checked to be sure the diamond was still there. It never hurt to be cautious. One wouldn't want to loose a million dollar diamond. *** "Mr. Whiley?" The man asked as he stepped into the office. Steve rose and smiled as he offered his hand and said, "The same. What can I do for you?" "Sam Greene. I represent Vincent, Foster, and Thanes." "The insurance company." Steve said. "Yes. You've heard of the Vandleberg burglary?" "It's kind of hard to miss considering it's the talk of the town right now. Your firm didn't perchance insure the diamond." Sam shook his head. "No. Fortunately that burden belongs to another firm. We do however insure the starburst ruby and it will arrive in LA in three days. Considering the skills of the person who stole the Vandleberg diamond you can understand perhaps why we are a bit nervous." "Of course." Steve said. "We'd like to hire you to work with our security experts." "Security isn't really my field." "But you do have experience in the area and you have a certain reputation. My employers feel that you would be a considerable asset in protecting our charge." "And if I accept what kind of role did you have in mind?" "You'd be a consultant. Able to come and go as you please and passing along recommendations to our chief of security. We think your biggest asset is your ability to profile criminals." Steve nodded. His ability to profile criminals was developed over many years tracking down serial killers and terrorists. The skills he lacked in security could more than be made up for by getting a feel for the criminal, understanding what drove him, how he worked. The insurance company had done their homework. "A thousand a day plus expenses. How long do you need me?" "Thirty days. That's how long the diamond will be in town." Steve let out a long, low whistle. "You're not expecting a volume discount are you?" Sam smiled broadly. "The Starburst Ruby is priceless. The current owner purchased it for almost half a billion new dollars. The insurance premiums on the stone are generous. Your fee is more than acceptable." "Maybe I should make it two thousand a day then." Steve laughed. ""Maybe, but I don't think you should look a gift horse in the mouth." "Good advice. When do you want me to start?" "This afternoon." Steve frowned. "Lets make it tomorrow morning. Best to get a fresh start and I have a date tonight." "An expensive date to loose a thousand dollars for." "She's worth it." Steve said firmly. Sam shrugged and began pulling forms out of his briefcase for Steve to fill out. *** "You look distracted," Kate said over dinner. Steve looked up sheepishly. "Sorry." "Thinking about tonight?" Kate said coyly running her fork in figure eight's through her pasta. "That too." Steve smiled. Kate's eyebrow arched dangerously. "Too? You mean there's someone else?" "Something else. I got a new case today." Kate leaned forward eagerly. "Wanna tell me about it?" "Can't. Sorry." Kate pouted. "You don't trust me." "Would you trust me if I told you all about it knowing that my clients expect me to keep my trap shut?" Kate smiled warmly, "Kinda like how can I trust you if they can't?" "Exactly." "I can live with that." The conversation lagged a little before Kate looked up and said, "You never told me you were famous." Steve laughed. "If I were really famous you'd know I was famous." Kate laughed. "Well I don't follow Hollywood that closely. I did watch Zero G this afternoon though. I wondered why your name seemed familiar." Steve shrugged. "That film's been nothing but trouble. People are terribly disappointed when they see the real thing." Kate leaned over and said conspiratorially, "Then those people never had you flat on your back." "Most people I wouldn't want to have me on my back." "I like a discriminating man." "How fortunate for me." "Are you done yet?" Steve looked down at his half finished plate then at the beautiful woman staring at him, her lush, red lips parting slightly with desire. "Yes." Steve said. *** Kate collapsed onto Steve, her skin wet with perspiration panting in deep long breaths as she came down from her orgasm. As she rolled off him, Steve kissed her lightly on the lips then lowered his head to suckle her still erect teat. "Hmmm." Kate hummed as she ran her fingers through his hair. Inspired by the exhilarating sex Steve began to work his way down, fully intending to give her at least two or three more orgasms to pass the time. Kate's hands stiffened around his head, pulling him to a stop. "No. Please." Steve looked up puzzled. "I appreciate it. But really I'm done." Steve sighed and snuggled up next to her. "It's the control isn't it?" "Are you investigating me?" Kate asked. She smiled but she sounded annoyed. "No." Steve said quickly. "Just an observation." Kate frowned. "I don't think there's anything wrong with being on top of things." Steve laughed at the pun. "Do you hear me complaining?" "Not exactly." "None at all. I'm just trying to find out how to please you as much as you please me." Kate smiled and traced a finger down Steve's side. "You please me just fine Steve. I don't sleep with just anyone twice you know." "I'm trying for a third." "Then stop observing." "I'm a detective. I'm naturally curious. And other than the fact that you're the best woman I've ever slept with I know nothing at all about you." Kate sighed. "Fine. I need to be in control because when I was young I wasn't. I was raped when I was fifteen. I swore I'd never be that helpless again. It's a promise I've kept." "I'm sorry," Steve said quickly. "No you're not," Kate chided. "You're naturally curious." "You're right," Steve sighed. "But you know, letting someone please you isn't really loosing control. Look how easily you stopped me with just two words." "I am _not_ going to get into a sexual psychology discussion with you. I like who I am just fine." "I like you just fine too." Steve smiled. "I just thought talking about something would be better than staring at the ceiling for the next half hour." "Just my luck to find the only guy in the whole city who doesn't roll over and fall asleep after sex." "You inspire me." Kate studied Steve for a moment, wanting to open up to him, wanting, even needing to share herself with him. For a moment. Then the moment passed. *** Steve studied the case files before him as a mental image of the burglar slowly began to take shape. Physically he'd be between five feet and five foot five. Shorter than average. He'd be thin, in excellent shape, and acrobatic. The basic physical profile was easy, extrapolated from the size of passages used and the physical demands necessary to elude the other traps. Other than general build, the profile offered few clues that would let Steve pick him out of a crowd. The psychological profile however was a wealth of information. This thief thrived on danger. Time and time again the easier paths were discarded in favor of more challenging routes. But the burglar wasn't stupid. He took risks, but always avoided the foolproof traps. Without doubt, the thefts were always meticulously planned. Planning required information. Before the thief could steal the jewel the thief would first have to steal information. Steve punched a few numbers into his terminal and an attractive blond appeared on the screen. "Good Morning Steve." She said. "Morning Candice. How's the love life?" Steve asked. "Other than Jimmy the super-geek pretty boring." Candice sighed. "I thought you liked nerds." Candice grinned evilly. "Oh they're cute enough but they just don't get the juices flowing like you do." Steve smiled at the obvious bait. "I'll send Jimmy a pair of handcuffs, blindfold, and a supergizmo dildo 9000 with instructions." Candice sighed. "I take it you don't have time to pay a visit?" "Sorry lover. Got a new case." "Business before pleasure. What do you need?" "You." Steve grinned, "But that will have to wait. I need you to break into Vincent, Foster, and Thanes's security systems. What I need are a few traps to alert me if someone follows you." Candice thought for a moment. "That's not going to be easy. There are a million ways to break into a computer." "I have faith in you Candice." Steve said. Candice sighed. "Credit my account the usual fee. I'll have it all set up for you by this evening." "Have it alert you too." Steve said. "I'll need someone to trace the hack and you know me and computers." "Yea, so does the DOD." Candice laughed. "Later lover." The screen went blank and Steve transferred one thousand dollars to Candice's account - double her usual fee. His clients would of course pick up the tab. *** Steve woke to the soft chirping of his phone. "Yea?" Steve grunted. "We've got a hit," Candice said, "turn on your portable." Steve staggered out of bed and rooted around his things until he found his briefcase and pulled out his portable. The screen flashed to life with a brilliance that momentarily dazzled him. "Ohh he's good." Candice was saying. A red dot flashed on the map on the screen, the location of the insurers. "I'm tracing him now. It's not going to be easy, it looks like he's using blind relays to mask his location," Candice mumbled as the city map dissolved into a national map and a line drawn from LA to New York. The map dissolved again to be replaced by a world map and lines began bouncing back and forth over the globe. What their prey was doing was similar to taping two public telephone handsets together. You could trace the call to the public telephone but then you'd have to trace where the second telephone was going. More and more lines began to appear until the map was literally covered in red. "There's too many!" Candice howled in frustration. "By the time we get through all the relays he'll have what he wants and be long gone! We should cut him off now." Steve pondered groggily for a moment. "No. Let him have the information." Candice frowned. "Steve I can't tell you anything about this guy. When he's through he'll know everything about their security system." "No, there's two very important things I've learned about him. He knows as much about the security system as I do." "And?" Candice prompted when Steve drifted in thought. "And he's going after the starbust ruby." "I don't see how that helps you." Candice said glancing at the ever growing red lines of the trace. "Forewarned is forearmed." "He's gone." Candice said. "Thanks Candice. I'll talk with you later." "Be careful with this one Steve. This guy's so smooth your bullets may just slide off him." The screen went blank as she cut the connection. Steve glanced around Kate's bedroom and discovered he was alone. The clock said the time was three-fifteen in the morning. Wondering where Kate was he got up and searched the spacious apartment until he found her in the study. "Steve," Kate said as he entered the room. "You're up early." "I missed you." Steve said as he slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She clasped his hands in hers. "I couldn't sleep, musta been all that excitement earlier. So I decided to get rid of some old e-mail." "Sounds terribly boring. Lets go back to bed and you can fuck me unconscious again." Kate smiled. "Would you settle for a blowjob?" Steve sighed in mock resignation. "I'll suffer, but only for you." Kate smiled and grabbed his butt as they walked back to the bedroom. *** Three weeks passed and slowly but surely the case files gradually yielded the burglar's profile. The profile was mostly probabilities and likelihood's, but one thing was certain. If the thief struck, it would be in two weeks during the next new moon. Steve went over the security blueprints with a critical eye, the eye he thought his prey would use. Over the weeks two clear paths had emerged, both converging on a single point. Steve left the paths clear. He didn't want to spook his quarry. He knew the day and he knew the place. And there was something missing in the security files the thief had stolen. The files made no mention of Steve Whiley. *** "I like you Steve." Kate said as she ran her palm over Steve's chest, her fingers lightly ruffling his chest-hair. Steve smiled. "I like you too Kate. Really a stronger word comes to mind." Kate frowned. "No. You don't understand. It's… It's not easy for me to say that. I thought you'd be just another one-night fling. Then I thought it was just for the good sex. But I like you Steve. I haven't said that to anybody in a long, long time." Steve considered her a moment, noting a look of what might be fear mixed with vulnerability on her face. Tenderly he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Thank you. I like you too. You're a good friend, a very good friend." She took his hand in hers and held it next to her. "We talked once about control." "We did." Steve said cautiously. "It wasn't your favorite subject." "I think maybe friends shouldn't have to worry about such things," Kate said, her voice quivering as she fumbled for the words. "Really, it's OK." Steve said soothingly. "No," Kate sighed. "No it's not. I want you to fuck me Steve." Steve's eyes probed her as he felt out the dangerous new turn in their relationship. In many ways Kate remained a puzzle wrapped in an enigma shrouded in mystery. But he did know that right now Kate was almost akin to a virgin offering herself to a man. _Change me_ "Are you sure? Really Kate you don't need to prove anything." Kate smiled weakly. "I know. I want this." Kate rolled over and pulled Steve on top of her. Given the charged atmosphere, Steve was almost not up to the task. Almost. She spread her legs for him, wrapping her thighs around him as his excitement at the beautiful woman below him manifested itself. Feeling him grow large against her belly Kate whispered. "He didn't look a thing like you." "Kate…," Steve paused, "Have you ever talked about this with anyone?" Kate shook her head no. "Will you listen?" "I don't think now is the best time…" "Please?" It was a plea. Steve sighed and pushed against her entrance. She was moist but not terribly so. Steve suspected it was mostly from their earlier play. He also suspected that even if she were bone dry she would have insisted. For some reason, tonight she wanted to relive that time. Slowly, gently he began to move in a soft rocking motion. As she began Steve moved within her not for the sake of sex, not to meet the demands of lust, but to keep alive the warm, comfortable sensations. As the tale grew darker, more horrifying, Steve's movements became an attempt to stay erect because for some reason she needed him inside her. "I was fifteen. Fifteen and a half. I was such the virgin. My parents and school were so draconian I hadn't even learned how to masturbate. It was a private school - very exclusive. It was late afternoon. It had just rained and the air was clammy. The kind of air that would soak your shirt just by standing outside. It was hot too. Really hot. I shouldn't have been out jogging but I was on the track team at school. I wanted the practice." "The hike trails wound through the woods. I always used to like them, they were so pretty. Especially in spring. There were even deer and squirrels that would come up to you if you had food for them. That day there was a man on the path in front of me. He wore a long dirty overcoat. His hair was greasy looking and he had an unkempt beard. I was scared of him the moment I saw him but I was moving fast and I figured I'd be by him in a flash." "When I was close enough to smell the stale smoke and alcohol that surrounded him he pulled a gun on me. I should have turned around when I first saw him, I never suspected a gun. I even kept running for a second because I really didn't know what was happening. But he told me to stop and then I did know. The path there almost touched the road and he led me out to his van. The kind with no windows in the back. He made me get in." Kate's voice had an almost detached quality and her eyes stared at an unseen point in space though her hands continued to stroke Steve's chest as he gently rocked above her. The telling of that day was to relive it all over again, but Steve's comfortable presence, the feel of his clean, soft skin against her palms, the feel of his slow gentle movements within her gave her strength. She was a proud woman, strong and independent. As horrified as she was to be reliving this terrible moment she was even more shocked to discover how vulnerable she really was, how much she really needed Steve here, now. "He drove me someplace, I don't know where. I don't know how long he drove. I was in the back curled into a ball trying to pretend this wasn't happening to me. I was so scared. I didn't think it was possible to get more scared but then he stopped and I knew there was something worse than being scared. He told me to get undressed. I just sat there crying on the floor. When I didn't do what he wanted he slapped me," a trembling hand went up to touch her cheek feeling the decade old sting anew. "I stood up and got undressed. His eyes on me felt as dirty and oily as his hair. God he was an ugly man. When he reached out to me I cringed and he hit me again. He felt my breasts, they weren't very big but that didn't stop him. Then he felt my pussy and I pulled away from him. This time he didn't slap me, he hit me, hard enough that I fell to the floor." "He dropped his pants. I'd never seen a penis. It was a small thing really, three maybe four inches. But it was the first penis I ever saw, it was erect, and it looked huge and monstrously terrifying. He knelt over me. I didn't understand what was happening. I kept thinking my God what's he going to do? Even when he aimed his penis at my pussy I didn't understand. Then he pushed." Kate trembled and her voice broke. Steve paused in his movements until Kate opened her eyes and with a light, trembling touch urged him to continue. "It hurt. But it wasn't a monstrous hurt. It was a sharp sting, the feel of dry flesh on dry flesh. I think I was too terrified to really feel pain. He tore away my virginity and my innocence. Then he started moving and it stung when he did, like rubbing an open wound with dirty hands. It seemed like an eternity but really I don't think it took all that long. Then he finished." "If he had stopped there I think it would have been easier for me later on. But he didn't stop. He had felt my virginity and for some reason, for some sick, unknown, perverted reason he began to finger me, using my own blood as lubricant. At first that's all he did. But then I started getting excited." Kate turned her head as a tear fell down her cheek onto the pillow. "The bastard made me cum. He fingered me to orgasm." Kate's voice was so pained Steve winced to hear it. "He made me fucking enjoy it. ARRRGH!" Kate howled in frustration. "It wasn't enough that he controlled what I did, controlled my body, but he took the last bit of control I had left. That was the real rape." Slowly Kate opened her eyes and turned to stare up at Steve. Her glare was ice cold and harder than diamonds. But the look of compassion, of shared outrage on Steve's face stopped her. And slowly she let go of the death grip on her emotions and began to cry. Steve pulled her up to him and hugged her hard as he felt her tears run down his shoulders. "It's OK." Steve said softly as he held her. "It's not your fault. When I worked for the cops I learned lots of rape victims get sexually aroused. It doesn't make it right." "I know." Kate whimpered as she pounded her fist against his chest. "I know." "Did they ever catch the guy?" "I don't know. For years I tried to forget about him or at least ignore him." "So you kept it all bottled up." "I was too ashamed to tell anyone. But I thought a friend, a real friend would understand." Steve stroked her hair lovingly and looked her in the eye as he replied, "A real friend does. It's not your fault. You're the same Katie I knew before you told me and I love you just as much." Kate's breath caught. "Love?" Steve frowned briefly at the slip. It was true though. Katie was everything he admired in a woman - beautiful, articulate, intelligent, and endlessly exciting. It wasn't love at first sight, but it was a love that had grown as bit by bit she revealed herself to him. "Too heavy?" Kate laughed and whipped away a tear. "I just told you the most depressing story and you're worried proclaiming your love for me is too heavy?" "So I'm a considerate bastard. Sue me." "Are you going to lay me back down and finish what you started or are you going to get all mushy on me?" "Can't I do both?" Steve grinned. Kate sighed as she at first submitted to Steve's movements then slowly she began participating. With Steve above her she yielded much of the control, but gained instead a trust. A trust that was well rewarded as for the first time they made love. *** "I've got to be away for the next three nights Kate. I'm sorry." "Your case?" Kate asked idly, somewhat relieved since she was not sure how to tell Steve she needed some time to herself. Steve nodded. "It's gonna get hot and heavy over the next few days. I really won't have time for anything else." "Nothing dangerous." Steve smiled and shook his head. "No. Nothing dangerous. Just time consuming." "Well be careful." "Your wish is my command." *** Kate stared at the computer screen going over for the thousandth time the details of her plan. This would be the last heist. She had more money than she'd ever need. But it was never about the money. It was never about pretty baubles though both were nice fringe benefits. It was always the thrill of the hunt. Always the sense of danger and fear. Tokens of the danger and fear she had felt so long ago, but on a job _she_ was in control. The last week with Steve though had changed many things she once took for granted. She didn't always need to be in control for one. It was even fun. As the days passed by and her bond with Steve grew deeper the need for this job grew less and less within her. For a moment she paused to remember the first time she had let Steve suck her. It was almost the ultimate loss of control. The total yielding to her partner's timings, her partner's whims of direction and speed. The first few moments recalled those terrifying moments as the rapists fingers circled her clit. But this time it was different. This time she was loved. This time she wanted it. It had been wonderful. If Steve's job hadn't called him away she might have skipped it entirely. But it was all planned out. As always she had been meticulous in her details. And so in the end it was only momentum that carried her forward. *** Steve paced the room nervously, glancing now and again at the ruby which dominated the room. It was as a flawed ruby, but it was the flaw which made it priceless. Somehow the flaw, deep within the fist sized gem created an explosion of light and color inside giving the gem its name. The simple farmer who unearthed it now owned an island in the Bahamas. People of wealth lusted after it as a token of their power and prestige. The sense of anticipation was thick. The profile said the thief would strike when the moon was new, a window of three nights. But without knowing how he knew Steve felt it would be this night. A signal from the guards alerted him that the night watch was beginning. He acknowledged the call then slipped silently into a recess in the wall and waited. *** The air duct was cramped, almost suffocatingly so and the thin metal foil creaked and groaned as she wiggled through sending pangs of fear shooting through her. Noise was her enemy. Fear was her enemy as well. She paused a moment to calm herself, letting the tension drain from her with a simple meditation. When she began moving again, not even the mice noted her passing. With the greatest of care Kate removed the grate. If anything even as small as a bead of sweat should fall the pressure sensitive floor would sound the alarm. If there was a noise louder than a whisper or even as soft as a whisper the alarm would sound. The grate removed she peeked in, surveying the room and looking for guards. The files didn't call for any but humans, unlike security systems were unpredictable - that's what made them so dangerous. Finding no one with her cursory glance she strapped on the suction cups and began crawling across the ceiling. Directly over the gem she paused to admire it's beauty from this unique vantage point. In minutes it would be hers. Maybe this one she would not sell. *** >From the darkened vantage of the recess Steve's eyes followed the figure as it moved across the ceiling. For a moment he allowed himself to be impressed at the cat-like skill and co-ordination the thief exhibited. The thief carried only the barest essentials, nothing surprising there. What was surprising was that the thief was a woman. The profile didn't rule it out, but it didn't exactly scream feminine characteristics either. Steve stepped out from his hiding place, his gun leveled at the figure. "That's far enough." Steve said. The thief turned sharply at the voice then _froze_. Steve had anticipated a break to the alternate route. In fact his aim was shifting in that direction and for a moment he was as surprised at his prey's lack of reaction as the prey was to discover someone else in the room. *** "Oh God No! Not Steve!" Kate's mind raced at the unceasing thought. The fear of discovery and the terrible consequences finally solidified in her mind. She had to get away. *** Steve pressed a button on the remote and the two air ducts were suddenly sealed by heavy metal plating. "A new addition." Steve said. "Installed after you downloaded the security files. The only way out is through those doors and you know the security out there is so heavy you'd never break through. You like risks but you're not stupid - that's why you choose the air ducts." The thief's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Lower yourself carefully to the floor. No sudden movements. I don't see a weapon on you but I'm not going to take any chances either." The thief lowered herself to the floor slowly but the stance when she reached the ground was wrong. She was still looking for a way out. "Don't think the remote will do any good. The vents will stay shut for the next five hours. The guards will enter the room in exactly nine minutes. More than enough time for me to get to know you a little bit. You see I'm a professional too. It's a rare day when I get to corner my prey personally. Security was kind enough to indulge me a little time once I managed to convince them there was no escape of course." The thief's stance changed, again the posture of defeat. Checkmate. "Remove your mask please." *** Kate was panting in short, strained gasps as she raised her hand to the mask. Powerless. This was what she had skirted all these years. Always she knew that this could happen. Maybe she even wanted it to happen, maybe this time it would be different. Steve waved the gun impatiently. Her hands had stopped, her fingers just under the fabric. She couldn't go on, but Steve wouldn't take no for an answer. How many minutes until security burst in and made it all irrelevant? Her head bowed in defeat and shame she pulled the mask free. *** "No!" Steve cried, aghast. "I'm sorry Steve. I didn't know this was your case. I never… I never would have…" Words failed her as tears streamed down her cheeks. Then Steve did the unthinkable and turned his back on her as his mind whirled. *** Ethics. Steve lived and breathed ethics, he had seen what not having them did to people. Ethics was returning someone's wallet with the money intact even if you hadn't eaten in a week. Ethics was spending time with a friend because it had been promised even if that time interfered with work or other activities. It was knowing the right thing and doing it even if it hurt. Ethics demanded Kate be turned over to the cops. Some would say that she was only ripping off the insurance companies. Ethics said that the insurance companies always got their due -- the cost of the stolen items would come out of the pockets of thousands of people, people like Steve, people like his friends, his buddies on the force. His eyes were closed but he could still see Kate standing behind him. If this was bad for him how much worse for her? How much control would she have in prison? She trusted him, something she had never done since that terrible rape. She trusted him not to hurt her. She loved him. He loved her. Love was stronger than ethics. *** Steve raised the remote and said, "Jack what's your readiness?" "Five men at the door. Five men at each of the airduct exits." The radio crackled. "Alarm status?" "Only your signal." "Ok. Reset the system - that was just a test." "A test?" The voice demanded, becoming more irate. "Hold on. I'm coming in." The door burst open and a large heavy set man strode in. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Kate and started fumbling for his weapon. "Hold your horses Jack. I'd like you to meet one of my employees. This is Katie Bairn. She's an expert at getting into impossible places." "Your file didn't say anything about no employee." "My files don't say a lot of things." Steve said, his tone low, level and dangerous. Unconvinced, Jack pressed. "Why now? This thing's only here five more days. If you wanted a test it should have been weeks ago. And you should have told me first." Steve, transferring his anger at Jack stomped over until the two men were face to face. Jabbing his finger into Jack's chest Steve said with barely restrained fury, "Now because my profile says if the pygmy bandit strikes it will either be tomorrow night or the night after. I want your men alert, I want you alert. I don't work for you or with you Jack, my job is a consultant. If I hadn't warned you about the ducts and Katie had been our bandit the ruby would be gone by now. So the end result Jack is that you're pissed off but the system works _damn it_. If we can snag Katie then by God we can snag anybody." "All right man. Don't have a cow. Geez, sorry. Just got me all worked up and it takes a while to calm down." Steve smiled. "Yea, I'm sorry too. I'm angry because Katie almost got by me anyway. We need to get those locks on automatic - I'll go over the details with you later." "Sure thing Steve." Jack said. Then he glanced over at Katie who was watching them with a completely unreadable expression. "She really that good?" "Before this tour is over Jack remind me to tell you about the time she tested Whitehouse security." Jack smiled. "I'll do that." He turned and bowed slightly to Katie and said, "Pleasure to meet you Mam." Katie smiled weakly before Jack turned and left the room. "Why?" Katie asked. "You know me well enough to maybe understand what I do. I thought I knew you too. The Steve I know would have turned me in. It would have eaten him alive but he'd do it." Steve swallowed hard. "People change." He paused a moment and then said, "People _can_ change." "I know." Katie said softly. "What now?" "I don't know." Steve said. "I really don't." *** "Moving up in the world I see." Candice said as she grinned slyly at Steve. "Huh?" Steve asked trying to remember what he'd missed. "Your new receptionist. Bright, pretty, and boobs to die for. Bet you two have loads of fun." "She's not my receptionist. She's my partner." "Ohh really?" Candice asked, genuinely surprised. "She has some rather unique skills and since business has been picking up lately…" Steve let the thought drift. Candice sighed. Trying to get juicy details out of a man was like trying to squeeze blood from a stone. She'd call back and have a chat with Kate later. "You must be busy. I was just calling to see if you nabbed your crook and to thank you for the double-time." "No problem you earned it. And no. The pygmy bandit never paid a call. The only thing even remotely exciting was a false alarm." "Typical stakeout." Candice sighed. "And I was all ready for the headlines proclaiming your godhood." "Save me from that!" Steve chuckled. "Oops. Got another call. Chat with you late Stevers." The screen went dark. "She's pretty nice for a CIA agent." Katie said as she came over and snuggled in Steve's lap. "There's an exception to every rule." Steve smiled. "You're pretty nice for a thief." "Ex-thief" Katie said, "I'm retired now. You're not going to hold that over me forever are you?" "Why? Don't you like the punishment?" Katie shivered with excitement. "Well now that you mention it. Yes. But I think a life sentence with you probably qualifies as cruel and unusual." "The droid broke down again - don't forget hard labor." Steve snickered. "No dear, the hard labor will be in eight months." Steve looked at her puzzled for a moment before she placed his hand on her tummy. "I just found out this morning. Whatever you're shooting it sure ain't blanks." Steve's look of awe and wonder took Katie's breath away. He hugged her tightly, then loosely suddenly afraid she might break as his lovely thief stole his heart all over again. -- BitBard Other Whiley Stories: ================= #1 - Double Blind (M/2xhermaphrodite) Lady Cyrrh: A (Annex Reviews) Billy G: 10, 10, 10 (Celestial Review) Celeste: #20 April. #2 - Starlight (M/F Voy)(F/F) Celeste: 10, 10, 10 (Celestial Review) Celeste: #10 (January 98 top 20) #3 - Zero G (M/F) Celeste: 9, 10, 10 #4 - Blindside (M/F) (M/f N/C) These stories are archived at http://www.bitsmart.com/sandman Copyright (c) 1998 by sandman@bitsmart.com. 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