Randy Hampton was a businessman; he had ducked and dived to build a successful car dealership specializing in high-end performance sports cars. On the road to success, he had amassed a small fortune, a superficial wife in the form of Blake Madison Hampton, a big house, and a villa in Spain.
Jacqueline was Randy's Personnel Assistant. She made heads turn and attracted the odd wolf whistle when she walked through the workshop or showroom. She was in her early forties, medium height, with blonde hair, which was normally tied back. She wore little make-up but had such a natural face that it wasn't needed. Her shirts were opened to show enough cleavage to spark some interest without being too much. Her tight knee-length skirts showed off her amazing calves.
Randy and Jacqueline's office was on the top floor, and they were normally the only ones up there. Behind a one-way glass wall where they could see out, but no one could see in.
During their close working relationship, they had become more than work colleagues and had been having an affair for over a year.
Jacqueline normally sported a pair of black suede heels and very rarely wore tights; it could be snowing but her legs would still be bare. Randy had suggested it was easier for him to fuck her in the office if she was bare-legged. He only had to pull down her knickers. Randy had the snip several years ago, so he fucked her bareback. She was often left wet and full of cum. If she did wear tights it was a signal to Randy that she wasn't in the mood, or it was the time of the month.
Jacqueline was a sex addict, she loved being fucked and had done nothing but encourage Randy to plough her pussy as much as possible.
The poundings used to happen on the desk or against the glass. They got a big thrill out of having sex in front of the workforce without them knowing. Jacqueline's tits squashed against the glass with Randy between her thighs.
Jack picked the residence in the same way he always did. He checked they were the confident 'it can't happen to me' types who had invested in a poor security alarm and that the unknowing victims were going to be away.
The house belonged to a smug car dealer, who had made it big. Jack was confident there would be something for him. The guy had also shafted Jack with a shit Mercedes a few years ago so this was payback.
The house wasn't overlooked at the back so over the wall Jack went. There was a toilet window which provided Jack's way in. It also led to where the security control panel was, which for Jack was easy to disable.
Jack went upstairs to the master bedroom; his specialty was jewelry and anything small he could get his hands on. He had seen the guy's brash wife; she was always dripping in gold.
Just then he heard someone switch on the light and head upstairs. He walked over but could only see a shadow.
He needed to get out of sight quick, he went and hide in a wardrobe and closed the door. The bedroom light filled the cavity around the door. Jack held his breath. Then the wardrobe door partly slid open. In his panic Jack couldn't have closed it properly. He peered through the clothes and glimpsed a beautiful young black girl in her early twenties.
She was wearing a grey dress with her long black hair tied back. She pulled a pin out and let it float down her back. She emptied the contents of a rucksack on the bed, which at a glance seemed to be mainly clothes.
Slowly she got undressed, first sliding her black tights down her legs. Then slowly unzipping her grey dress. Jack watched the zip slide down revealing her perfect back. She pulled it off her shoulders and pushed it down her body.
The girl had the most beautiful dark caramel skin. Jack couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood there in just a black bra and panties.
Jack had almost forgotten about the situation he was in, trapped in a wardrobe while trying to burgle a house. His eyes were loving this girl who drifted in and out of his eyeline. He sat perfectly still, afraid to move.
She undid the bra and pulled it away. Her breasts were perfectly rounded with large nipples. Jack sat frozen waiting for her to take those panties off. He so wanted to see her naked.
She sorted out the clothes lying on the bed. Jack thought he wasn't going to get the money shot. But then she put her hands on her waist and pulled her panties down her toned legs. As she bent over light bounced off her naked arse. Jack tried to see more but could only see shadows.
She spun round and for the first time he glimpsed her face. She had the biggest sexy brown eyes of anyone he had ever seen. Her face was perfectly structured with great cheekbones and pouting sexy lips.
The girl's mobile came to life. Jack listened to her half of the conversation.
"Gigi, I will be there in twenty."
"I don't mind, shall we go to Mirage?"
"Great," she then put the phone down.
This naked beauty walked over to the bedside cabinet and opened the door. Inside was a large safe, which she opened and took out a selection of jewelry boxes. Who was this girl? And what was she doing with the jewelry? Which in Jack's mind was already his.
The girl still without a stitch on, took everything out of the boxes and transferred it to a silver security case, that Jack hadn't seen in the corner.
She then walked into the ensuite; this could be Jack's opportunity to get out of here. Maybe grab that case. Nonetheless she was too quick and walked back in. Jack watched her put on a black thong, then she stepped into a green dress. She did up the dress and slide her bare feet into some green stilettos. She grabbed a black leather jacket, put it on and went downstairs with the case.
Jack waited as he could still hear her moving around. A few minutes later she left. Feeling stiff in more ways than one he got out of the wardrobe.
Who was that beautiful creature? It wasn't any of Hampton's children, they were older. A member of staff or something. Whoever she was, she was robbing Hampton too.
Jack got outside and went a few streets away, where Johnny was waiting.
"You have been ages, Jack."
"Some complications," Jack then explained what happened.
Jack knew Mirage was a nightclub, which was where this girl was going to end up. He decided him and Johnny needed to get changed and go clubbing tonight.
The beauty Jack had encountered was Sam, and she had thought nothing of robbing her boss, Randy Hampton, and going immediately out on the town with her friend Gigi to get smashed.
Gigi was a brunette, dressed in a short silver number with matching high heel sandals. Both girls were dressed to kill tonight.
"Your legs look cold, Gigi."
"Do you know, I haven't had sex for two months, Sam."
"What's that got to do with it?"
"You are more likely to get at least fingered if you're bare-legged."
"It's going to be that kind of night, is it?"
"Just saying, one less layer. Bit more flesh. Anyway, you're bare-legged too."
"Yes, but I am wearing a jacket, Gigi"
"Let's get in Mirage and have some shots, then we won't care!"
It wasn't long before the girls had a Sambuca and Tequila shot inside them. They headed to the dancefloor. They caused a stir and got advances of various lads trying their luck.
After a few songs, they flew over to the bar for more refreshment.
"I can get these?" a voice called.
"No, we are OK. But thank you," Sam said.
"OK."
"You can still chat to me though. What's your name?"
"I am Jack."
"Sam."
Jack and Sam talked over their drinks and exchanged the usual pleasantries. Jack couldn't believe he was face to face with this beautiful girl. He was enjoying getting to know her and found out she worked for Hampton at the car dealership.
They soon ended up on the dancefloor where Johnny was trying to get it on with Gigi.
Jack pulled Sam to the side. He wrapped his arms round her and their lips met. Jack was mesmerized and went in again. Sam was receptive to his advances. Taking her by the hand he glided her to a corner of the club where they continued kissing.
Jack felt himself get hard and their bodies entwined. Sam could also feel Jack's cock against her legs. Jack wanted to touch her and pleasure her; it was all he could do to resist the temptation.
Needing some air, they headed out onto the balcony. Jack was wondering the best way to bring up the fact he had seen her steal the jewelry. He liked this girl and whatever he said he knew she wasn't going to respond well.
"So, what do you do for a living?" Sam asked.
"You could say I relocate stuff. Bit like you," Jack decided now was the moment.
"What do you mean? I work in a car showroom."
"But you stole from your boss."
Sam got up and shuffled off in a hurry. Jack immediately followed.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I was there, I saw you."