Post by blackcat on May 1, 2012 9:21:26 GMT -4
Felicia tumbled in the pile of pearls, jewels, and money that she had been picking off of people and places here and there in Paris. All the spoiled tourists were so busy being caught up in the "atmosphere of love" and sightseeing that they didn't pay close attention to their valuables they were missing along the way. It was so easy, she could just feel guilty.
Good thing she didn't.
She had finished rolling around in her acquired wealth and slid the jewels off of the soft bed and into a purple velvet bag. A light knock came to the door as she was tucking the bag safely into her luggage and zipping it up.
"Room service, Ms. Felicia" a young man's voice echoed from the hall. When possible, Felicia loved to surround herself with luxury, wealth, and class. This five-star tourist resort was definitely her style.
"One second" Felicia called from the other side of the door as she turned on the steamy water to draw a bath and covered her silk, risque nightie with a luxurious robe. She made sure to leave just enough slack in the robe to frame her clevage, for distraction purposes. She slowly opened the door and greeted the young man with her best 'bedroom eyes'. (The look she used to get the things she wanted. Men were weak, and sex was their breaking point.)
"Bonjour handsome" she said in a sultry manner, smiling suggestively as she leaned on the doorframe.
The young male stuttered for a few seconds, cleared his throat, then presented her with a tray of fresh cut fruit, coffee, and the morning's news. She widened the door so he may enter her room, and gestured for him to set the tray on the table. He was a bit startled after he set down the tray and turned around, as she was just inches away from him.
"Thank you very much..." she toyed with the buttons on his uniform jacket and circled the nametag with her finger "...Claude." The poor boy was flustered and sweating up a storm as the busty woman rubbed against him. She leaned forward to grab a strawberry, intentionally lingering for just a second more than necessary so he would catch the scent of her hair and perfume. She then stood back up and began to eat the strawberry suggestively. "Strawberry?" she asked, flirtatiously and the young boy might as well have been drooling as she did so. Of course, she would never do something like this without an angle As she distracted his attention with the fruit and her clevage, her other hand slipped into his jacket pocket and slid out a rather fat collection of tip money and transferred it into her robe pocket. The boy stumbled over his words and produced incoherent sounds in response. She laughed softly, what a sap!
"Hm, what a shame. That'll be all!" she took a sip of her coffee, set it down, grabbed the newspaper, and began to slide off her robe as she walked towards the now steam-filled bathroom while he was still there. The boy panicked and shuffled clumsily out of the room, closing the door behind him. She laughed and began to slide the silk off of her body. As she slowly dipped her body into the hot water, she glanced at the newspaper in her hand. The headline highlighted the newest American debut of a set of 60.1 carat pear-shaped, flawless diamond earrings, valued at 8.5 million dollars. The newest jewels are to be set on display in New York's Harry Winston jewelry store this week.
Felicia smiled as she tossed the newspaper onto the bathroom counter, sank deeper into the water, and laid her head back to rest. "Time for a trip back home" she softly giggled to herself.
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Felicia's plane landed safely in New York airport, which was wonderful. She really didn't want to have to fight some wannabe terrorist today, especially since she was in such a good mood. As she walked out of the first class section, through the terminal, and into the main receiving area, there was an older gentleman with a sign "Ms. Hardy" in his hands. She approached him and tucked one of her stolen hundred dollar bills into his coat pocket. "I have luggage coming, is the suite ready? The gala is tonight, so I want to look my best..." The older gentleman nodded politely and promptly replied "yes, madam. It is all ready, and the staff is ready to attend to you." She smiled and walked by him, towards the limo awaiting her just outside the doors.
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It was twilight, with bright stars twinkling in the sky. Of course, from the city lights, you couldn't even see them from New York. Just a black sky as always, but at least it was clear tonight. Felicia managed to snatch an invitation to the gala in her usual fashion, and presented it at the doorway.
Stepping inside, her volumnous white hair swept to one side, her porcelain skin shimmering and glowing. Her choice dress of the evening? A gorgeous black, chiffon gown with a plummeting neckline and backside. She had some of her (stolen, albeit beautiful) jewels around her neck and wrist. Her makeup was perfect, and she looked absolutely pristine. She fit right in with this crowd of snobby lemmings, and seemed to blend effortlessly. She wandered, making chit chat here and there with the bourgeoisie, getting closer and closer to those darling 8.5 million dollar earrings.
Finally, she stood before them, in awe of their beauty. They refracted light in all directions and sparkled like sunshine. Black cat made sure to take notice of the security guard's routines and timed their arrival and departure to learn their schedules. She had also counted the number of paces it would take to get to the display case.
Tonight was all about scoping the territory out, granted there aren't any 'distracting' factors in tonight's agenda.
Good thing she didn't.
She had finished rolling around in her acquired wealth and slid the jewels off of the soft bed and into a purple velvet bag. A light knock came to the door as she was tucking the bag safely into her luggage and zipping it up.
"Room service, Ms. Felicia" a young man's voice echoed from the hall. When possible, Felicia loved to surround herself with luxury, wealth, and class. This five-star tourist resort was definitely her style.
"One second" Felicia called from the other side of the door as she turned on the steamy water to draw a bath and covered her silk, risque nightie with a luxurious robe. She made sure to leave just enough slack in the robe to frame her clevage, for distraction purposes. She slowly opened the door and greeted the young man with her best 'bedroom eyes'. (The look she used to get the things she wanted. Men were weak, and sex was their breaking point.)
"Bonjour handsome" she said in a sultry manner, smiling suggestively as she leaned on the doorframe.
The young male stuttered for a few seconds, cleared his throat, then presented her with a tray of fresh cut fruit, coffee, and the morning's news. She widened the door so he may enter her room, and gestured for him to set the tray on the table. He was a bit startled after he set down the tray and turned around, as she was just inches away from him.
"Thank you very much..." she toyed with the buttons on his uniform jacket and circled the nametag with her finger "...Claude." The poor boy was flustered and sweating up a storm as the busty woman rubbed against him. She leaned forward to grab a strawberry, intentionally lingering for just a second more than necessary so he would catch the scent of her hair and perfume. She then stood back up and began to eat the strawberry suggestively. "Strawberry?" she asked, flirtatiously and the young boy might as well have been drooling as she did so. Of course, she would never do something like this without an angle As she distracted his attention with the fruit and her clevage, her other hand slipped into his jacket pocket and slid out a rather fat collection of tip money and transferred it into her robe pocket. The boy stumbled over his words and produced incoherent sounds in response. She laughed softly, what a sap!
"Hm, what a shame. That'll be all!" she took a sip of her coffee, set it down, grabbed the newspaper, and began to slide off her robe as she walked towards the now steam-filled bathroom while he was still there. The boy panicked and shuffled clumsily out of the room, closing the door behind him. She laughed and began to slide the silk off of her body. As she slowly dipped her body into the hot water, she glanced at the newspaper in her hand. The headline highlighted the newest American debut of a set of 60.1 carat pear-shaped, flawless diamond earrings, valued at 8.5 million dollars. The newest jewels are to be set on display in New York's Harry Winston jewelry store this week.
Felicia smiled as she tossed the newspaper onto the bathroom counter, sank deeper into the water, and laid her head back to rest. "Time for a trip back home" she softly giggled to herself.
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Felicia's plane landed safely in New York airport, which was wonderful. She really didn't want to have to fight some wannabe terrorist today, especially since she was in such a good mood. As she walked out of the first class section, through the terminal, and into the main receiving area, there was an older gentleman with a sign "Ms. Hardy" in his hands. She approached him and tucked one of her stolen hundred dollar bills into his coat pocket. "I have luggage coming, is the suite ready? The gala is tonight, so I want to look my best..." The older gentleman nodded politely and promptly replied "yes, madam. It is all ready, and the staff is ready to attend to you." She smiled and walked by him, towards the limo awaiting her just outside the doors.
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It was twilight, with bright stars twinkling in the sky. Of course, from the city lights, you couldn't even see them from New York. Just a black sky as always, but at least it was clear tonight. Felicia managed to snatch an invitation to the gala in her usual fashion, and presented it at the doorway.
Stepping inside, her volumnous white hair swept to one side, her porcelain skin shimmering and glowing. Her choice dress of the evening? A gorgeous black, chiffon gown with a plummeting neckline and backside. She had some of her (stolen, albeit beautiful) jewels around her neck and wrist. Her makeup was perfect, and she looked absolutely pristine. She fit right in with this crowd of snobby lemmings, and seemed to blend effortlessly. She wandered, making chit chat here and there with the bourgeoisie, getting closer and closer to those darling 8.5 million dollar earrings.
Finally, she stood before them, in awe of their beauty. They refracted light in all directions and sparkled like sunshine. Black cat made sure to take notice of the security guard's routines and timed their arrival and departure to learn their schedules. She had also counted the number of paces it would take to get to the display case.
Tonight was all about scoping the territory out, granted there aren't any 'distracting' factors in tonight's agenda.