Flesh and Cat Burglars

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"Friday's so far away; there's so many things I didn't do. Suck that huge cock for instance."

I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Anyway," I say casually. "Just wanted to say hi and let you know I've been thinking about you."

I hang up.

I smile to myself. Yeah. I'm the bitch. A total, total bitch.

Yeah me!

Friday is going to be awesome.

Can you say mile high club?


I've been to Switzerland once, for exactly four hours. I've never been to Bern. I know nothing about it. I do some research. Seems like it would be a really nice place to sight see.

I have no intention of seeing any of it that isn't inside wherever the job will be, or the inside of a hotel.

I arrive in the Bern airport early. Mr. Big hasn't told me where to meet him. I consider texting him to tell him I'm
here, but decide against it.

There's a directory on a center kiosk-like thing, not all that different from some airports in The States and a lot of malls.

I study it.

Strangely enough there's a hunting and fishing enthusiasts shop. I'm assuming they have guns. And binoculars.

Seems like as good a place as any for a rendezvous.

It's the cleanest airport I've ever seen.
I find the sports store. I pretend to peruse the items in the window, trying to look inconspicuous and checking out the passersby in the reflection.

I sense Mr. Big before I see him.

I turn around. There he is, in all black, looking hot as fuck.


I couldn't help my huge smile. He smiles back at me.

Big doesn't hug or kiss me. But he gets very, very close in my personal space and leans down, his mouth close to my ear.

"Ready?" he asks.

I have never, in my life, heard a word more laced with innuendo.

"More than," I answer back.

He pulls back a little and smiles.

"Come on, baby, I've got a limo waiting."

A limo? That's unusual. Traceable. But...he must know what he's doing.

We walk, side by side. He matches his stride to mine, so much shorter than what his usual step would be.

I'm on his left. His knuckles graze my wrist occasionally, but he doesn't try and take my hand.

He's smarter than that.

We go outside to where the line of limo drivers are waiting.

A driver is leaning against his car with a very small white
sign, 'Ms. F.N.T.'

I smile when I see it. Flesh and Thieves.

This trip will be some of both.

My favorite.

The driver holds the door for me, and we get into the limo.

As soon as we're both in, before the driver has even gotten back in the car, Big yanks me to him and crushes his mouth onto mine.

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