Noelle was strolling through the streets of New Bossier City when she saw a very familiar face. Already knowing what protocol she needed to follow upon seeing this particular person, she walked into the nearest coffee shop to order a spiced caramel apple cider with a cinnamon stick and an orange slice.
Once her hot beverage was ready, she chose a table near the back of the establishment to wait.
It didn't take very long for her mystery companion to join her. In reality, the woman ended up sitting at a table directly behind her. They faced opposite directions and sat back to back. To the untrained eye, no one would notice the whispered exchange that immediately took place.
"I see you made it," Noelle said first.
"Do you have it?" The woman asked.
Wordlessly, Noelle passed a piece of compressed metal wrapped in plastic into her waiting palm.
"Are you sure this drive has everything on it? This information can make or break the job."
"I'm positive, Pyro. I'm the one that stole it." Noelle shook her head and rolled her almond shaped eyes even though her co-conspirator couldn't really see her. "Have you no faith in me?"
"Nah, you remember what happened the last time? I had to light everybody in that bitch up 'cuz they saw yo face," the woman said in exasperation.
"You know damn well that wasn't my fault and nobody asked you to use your powers anyway," she said. "You the reason we almost got exposed, not me!"
"Yeah, well, what's done is done." She could hear Pyro shifting in her seat, the conversation was apparently almost over. "Can I count on you to fill the last slot? We still need one more person for the team."
"I've got my eye on someone, actually." Noelle pursed her lips, deciding how much she should reveal to her associate. "I've been tailing him for weeks and pretty much know everything about him. You know how much I love doing my research."
It was little white lie, but that firestarter didn't need to know everything. In reality, she didn't do as much digging into the man she had in mind at all because she already knew him. She went to high school with him and his name was Dominic.
"Mhmm, aiight." She heard Pyro stand, getting ready to leave. "That better mean he's extra qualified."
With those last sentiments spoken, Noelle found herself alone drinking the remnants of her beverage. She contemplated on the best way to approach Dominic. She had been observing his behavior for the better part of the month and noticed he had a penchant for picking pockets. He was a common petty thief but she could just feel in her bones that he had the potential to be so much more than that. What little research she did do yielded minimal results, she couldn't find anything besides their high school graduation date. He didn't even have a digital footprint, no social media accounts, nothing. Usually people have at least Facebook or instagram, but the lack of information spoke volumes. There was more to Dominic than met the eye, that she was sure of. Looking at her stolen Rolex, she noticed that she had let about fifteen minutes pass her by.
Needing to stretch her legs, she got up and disposed of her coffee cup before leaving the establishment. She was immediately thrust into the middle of some heavy foot traffic just as she walked out the front door.
Where the fuck is everyone goin' today?
It was too bothersome to try and fight to go in the other direction so she allowed herself to be carried with the tide of people going wherever they needed to.
Ten minutes hadn't even fully gone by before she felt the telltale signs of someone trying to rob her.
What's this?
She felt someone reach into her pocket as they bumped into her. Turning her head slightly, as if stretching her neck, she saw that she had become the victim of her own mark. Smirking to herself, she knew what to do next as whatever he lifted off of her person was of little consequence. All she had in her coat pocket was the temporary wallet she used when she was walking the streets. There was twenty dollars in it, tops, but they were never her dollars.
Knowing he wouldn't be paying that much attention to where her hands were or what they were doing, she took the liberty to lift his wallet out of his back pocket.
"My bad," she heard the man say before he made his way through the crowd and out of her line of sight.
Once she was sure he was gone, she opened the wallet. To her surprise, a key was inside of it. She figured the key was for his house because the initials on the piece of copper read WBG, which, of course, stood for Westbrook Grove. It was the exact same community she conned herself into a year ago. Such kismet.
Smiling to herself, she made her way home.
***
Noelle stood across the street from Dominic's house and took a deep breath. Confidence was key here, she had to act if she belonged at this man's place. Walking purposefully up to the door, she slid the key into the lock. Turning it to the right, she heard the gears shift signifying that the entryway was now open to her.
Entering the home, she admired the lavish layout of the place. She knew her mark was well off but she didn't realize he was living like this.
Oh, this is goin' to be real fun.
Chuckling to herself, she removed her trench coat and loosened a couple of the buttons on her cream blouse. Resigned to wait for him to return, she settled onto the couch to watch a little tv.
***
"Well damn," she said to the empty house. "Where is this nigga?"
She just knew he would have figured out by now that his own wallet and house key were gone, leading him to make a pit stop at home so she put her plan into play.
"Oh, well," she said to the air. Thinking aloud was something she did often when she was alone. "Time to take a tour of this place."
Going from room to room confirmed her suspicions about how well-off Dom was and she wondered why he felt the need to risk it all for a temporary thrill. Unless... he conned his way into everything he owns too, then he wouldn't be able to say shit when she confronted him!
"OH MY GAWD!"
She had just walked into the bathroom to see one of the largest tubs she had ever come across in her life, and that was saying something. She immediately started stripping before turning the faucets to start the flow of water into the massive bowl-shaped tub. Letting the water get piping hot, she found some of Dom's body wash and towels. She set everything down so that she could fold her clothes and place them in a nice neat pile on the stool next to the sink.
When the water temperature was just right, she slid into the tub for a luxurious and impromptu bathing session.
Twenty minutes passed before she could just barely hear a door opening signifying that Dominic was finally home and about to come across something he'd never thought he'd see.
The footsteps got closer and closer to her location as she contemplated how she should alert him to her presence. Should she splash in the water? Actually bathe, even though she had already finished?
She settled on her answer when she saw him stop at the door. His jaw dropped immediately when he saw her.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE??"
Smiling to herself, she stood up slowly. The sudsy water cascading down her supple curves.
She completely ignored his initial questions. "Wanna join me in here?"
She watched his eyes as they took in her naked form. Clearly he was getting turned on from this whole situation as his member was growing harder and harder by the second.
It didn't look like he could form a decision on his own and it seemed that she would need to help him.
"Pass me that towel," she commanded in a non-negotiable tone.
He immediately grabbed the towel. That seemed to get him moving on his own as he draped it around her still wet frame. It was clear he was having a hard time focusing as helped her out of the heated water. When she had completely gotten out of the tub and he was sure that she wouldn't slip, he cleared his throat.
"You didn't answer any of my questions," he said.
"Well, it's a little hard to focus when that is staring me in the face," she said gesturing to his dick that seemed to be strained painfully against his trousers. She wondered why he was dressed so formally but didn't really care to ask. "Would you like some help with that?"
"Excuse me?"
She chuckled.
"Would you like some head?" She asked boldly with one hand on her cocked hip and the other holding the towel around her body.
"No, uhh, that's not necessary--
"It's no problem at all," she said interrupting him. Dropping the towel, she stepped out of the circle it made on the floor. "After all, I was just using your lovely tub without permission. There should be some kind of consequence for that... right?"
As he stood there contemplating her question, she took the opportunity to stalk toward him until she stood within rich of his belt buckle.
Damn he's tall. What is he? 6'5? I could climb this nigga like a tree.
She admired the golden hues of his rich, umber skin tone as she waited for him to speak.
"Well..." he trailed off. "I don't normally do this, but since you're offering... why not?"
"Great!" Noelle was way too excited. She was acting like she hadn't given head in years. She went to work on removing his pants starting with his belt. Before she could move on to the buttons and zipper, he abruptly grabbed her hand.
"Wait!"
She sighed in exasperation. "Don't tell me you've changed your mind..."
"No, I want to try something."
Oo la la, what could it be?
Still holding her hand, Dom led her to the sitting room and gestured for her to sit on the couch. He left the room and came back with a couple of fruit roll up packets. Her eyes widened.
"What's that for?" She asked, blatant curiosity lacing her voice.
"You'll see."
She watched as he removed his pants and sat beside her on the couch, his rock hard member on full display. He stroked it a little before ripping the package open with his teeth, which looked pretty sharp.
He's not a... nahhhhhh. I would have sensed that...
With his dick in one hand, he began wrapping the long fruity candy around it. He managed to cover the shaft but not the tip.
"Ohhhh, kinkyyy." She clapped excitedly. "I've never thought to try that."
He chuckled before pointing at big little Dom. "Have at it."
Grinning, she licked her lips before leaning over to slip his candy-coated dick into her hot mouth. The toppy was definitely sloppy as she sucked him up trying to taste the sweetness from the fruit roll up. She filed this trick in the back of her mental to try again, preferably with him, later. This whole day was turning out to be better than she had originally expected, which brought her back to the reason she was in Dom's house in the first place. The pace at which she was bobbing her head up and down began to get faster. She had an inkling that he was about to explode and she wanted to be ready. Ironically, she ended up not being prepared for the load that made its way into her mouth and down her throat. She leaned back and was sprayed once... twice... three times in the face. And they weren't mini spurts of cum either. Oh no, these were long jets of the stuff. Her face was soaked at this point.
"Well, shit." She barked in laughter. "That was a lot."
"Yeahhhhh," he said after a beat. "Are you finally going to tell me why you're in my house?"
"You should know why I'm here Dominic," she said. "You stole from me earlier today and while what you took was chump change, you didn't notice that your own wallet and keys were gone. While you process that, be a good boy and get me another towel."
Once again, he couldn't help but do as she said. She was a siren after all...
When he came back with the towel, she wiped her face before speaking again. "How do you afford all of this? Don't lie."
"I'm a thief," he responded in a monotone voice as he sat down. "I stole all the funds for everything in his house from the richest of the rich. They didn't even have to live in the US. If they had enough to share and not miss, I stole from them.
He shook his head, not believing he just spilled his guts to a stranger. She couldn't believe she was right. There was more to him than met the eye. But, he must be hacking into bank accounts for the money because a real thief would never allow himself to be caught or carry personal items on their person.
"Bruh, what the hell was that?" He asked, shaking in anger. Too much anger, actually. His eyes turned a peculiar shade of amber and his body temperature went up.
"No," Noelle whispered. She scrambled off the couch in time to miss a sharp claw grabbing for her. "What the fuck? You're a werewolf? How are you shielded from my senses?"
Momentarily forgetting she could command anyone with her voice, she ran around the room as Dom chased her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She screamed in pain as he caught ahold of her naked frame, his claws sinking deep into the flesh of her side. Dom flipped her onto her back as he threw her to the floor. She heard a loud crunch. One of her ribs was definitely broken now. He was about her claw her face off when her eyes glowed cerulean.
"STOP!" She ordered, finally finding her voice. His yellowed gaze widened, the beast couldn't move. "CHANGE BACK!"
He fell on his side as his body began to convulse. He howled loudly, his bones popping in and out of place. She slid away from him and ran toward the couch to grab the towel he had given her earlier. Pressing it onto her side to staunch the flow of blood, she looked down to see how much of a mess it would be to clean.
"Hey!"
Startled, she dropped the towel. Putting her hands out in front of her, she tried to prevent him from coming any closer. She was getting weaker and weaker by the second, she was losing too much blood. She stumbled into Dom's naked form as he caught her before she could fall to the floor.
"Don't...
"Shhh, it's okay. I won't hurt you again, I swear it was an accident. The wolf took the reigns before I could get control of my body back." He tried to calm her down but her body started shaking, she was going into shock.
Her cloudy vision swam as she tried to keep her grip on reality. Then everything faded to black.188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczWahyEqek
