Tale Of Two Thieves [mommablackrose x OleDirtyBastard]

[OleDirtyBastard]

„Mr. Robertson, nice to see you again!“ Alan greeted the director of the Museum of Foreign Arts with a firm handshake. “Thank you very much for your invitation. May I introduce you to my companion for this night, Mrs. Mary-Ann Dalton?”
Director Robertson smiled broadly. “Well, Mr. Ravensdale, as you know full well, your Manchurian Trust sponsored our little event with twenty thousand dollar, so I actually had no choice here.”
“Oh yes, thank you, Mr. Robinson.” Mary-Ann squeaked. “It’s so wonderful being here, with all those wonderful people in this wonderful museum. Now, and where are those really wonderful jewels?”
Mary-Ann Dalton – usually called MAD when she couldn’t hear it – was a city-wide known It-Girl. An attention whore with too much Botox in her lips, too much silicone in her tits, and too much vacuum where other people had a brain. Alan could have lived with all that … if it hadn’t been for her voice. The giggles, the squealing, the ever-more-high-pitched noises, sent shivers through his spine. After he had now listened to this voice for an hour, he was whole-heartedly convinced that the United Nations should declare it a violation of human rights.
Tomorrow morning, I will fire my secretary who made this arrangement, Alan thought.
Hey wait, a small part of him whispered back, it was your own idea, remember?
Yes, but Ling should have stopped me somehow.

“It’s all so exciting, my Alan-bear. I have never before been to a museum, you know?” Mary-Ann blabbered on. “Look, that’s Naomi over there.” She started waving through the hall. “Hiiii, Naooomi!”
For one moment, just one short moment, Alan allowed himself the luxury of dreaming:
Mary-Ann, blindfolded and gagged, lying naked on her belly. Oh yes, GAGGED, for god’s sake. Her arms chained tightly on her back; her butt beaten green and blue from his riding crop. His cock raping her asshole until it was bleeding.

Then, he concentrated on his breathing; felt for the power of his inner chi flowing through his body, vitalising and at the same time calming.
Without the slightest strain in his voice and with an open smile, he leaned over to the white-blonde girl, saying: “Now be a good girl and please get us a drink. The bar is over there, on the left side of the hall, I think. For me, it’s a Mojito.”
For some seconds, he watched the girl clacking through the hall on her five-inch-high stilettos, her cream-colored skimpy cocktail dress just barely covering her buttocks. Then his attention returned to the entrance hall of the museum.

The spacious main hall was an imitation of ancient Greek style, with slim ionic columns, and colourful frescoes of Hellenic legends. Alan had been three times in this museum during the last two weeks, since he had found out about the exhibition of the famous Crown Jewels of Shahjipoor. They were to be shown on the upper floor of the central wing, just up the broad stairs on the opposite end of the hall. It had been no problem memorising all the floor plans – even insultingly simple. In Bangkok, where he had spent the last four years, architecture was a nightmare of constructions, crosscuts, connecting junctions, main-, side- and wing buildings, all mixed up happily without any recognizable order.
Welcome to America, he thought smiling, the land where they keep it plain and simple.

 

[Temptrianna]

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Alexis slowly made her way through the crowd. she had arrived early so that she could get an even better look at the place before things got into too much festive fun. Dressed in a long flowing elegant shimmery red dress with red 4 inch heels, she looked as normal as the rest of the wealthy company in the Museum. Walking through holding a glass of white champagne that she had snagged from one of the nicely tailored waiters, she glanced around the room. In her mind she was detailing everything and everyone in the room. however to the untrained eye, she was simply admiring the Museum and its guests.

She already had her plan in place as she planned to snag the jewels before they went on display. She just had to wait for the Director to go upstairs to check on the proceedings and then her plan would be in action. Being a professional theif of her own trade, she had already done her homework on this event prior to it. however glancing around the room she was amused to see her neighbor here with what appeared a female poodle of a girl on his arm. now that was interesting. watching for a few minutes as the girl drew way to much attention to herself, she shook her head and grinned as she decided to make her way over to him and the director and check up on things.

"hello Mr. Robertson" she greeted the director with a bright smile as she then looked over to her neighbor and his girl. "I see you have met my neighbor and friend Mr. Ravensdale" she said giving him a friendly wink then looking at his girlfriend "and who might this lovely lady be" she inquired of the girl. Seeing as how she had often chatted with him and knew he checked her out when she sunbathed on her balcony, it was a bit strange she hadnt heard of this girlfriend of his. but then again she wasnt much on getting too personal with the locals either. She had too much to hide for that.


((sorry its late its bee hell here lately for me so i got on my cell and got this out tonight for you. hope its decently long enough as i cant tell crap on this tiny 2 inch screen))

 

[OleDirtyBastard]

"Alexis! Nice to see you ... I didn't know that you had an invitation as well." Alan answered with a smile. "Beautiful dress you have there. Very nice indeed. Ah, and this is Mrs. Mary-Ann Dalton." He looked over to the bar, where Mary-Ann obviously was trying to decipher the drinks menu. Alan leaned closer to his neighbor, noticing the fine scent of her perfume.
"Actually, I don't know her at all." he continued in a subdued voice. "You know that I just arrived in the city two months ago. Needed someone to accompany me for this event, and I need a bit more publicity for me and my enterprise. So, my marketing officer came up with this Mrs. Dalton, saying something in the line 'even bad publicity is good publicity'." He shrugged his shoulders.

More guests arrived now every minute. A quartet of musicians, clad in authentic rococo costumes, including white wigs, began playing on their flutes and violines.
"Ah, I think this is Mozart. Do you like classic music?" Alan asked.
Then, the clacking of heels announced Mary-Ann returning, in one hand holding Alan's Mojito, and a multicolored cocktail, complete with a small umbrella on top, in the other. She threw Alexis a glance that would normally have been reserved for a boxer at the beginning of a championship fight.
"Here is your drink, darling." she purred, and demonstratively linked her arm with Alan's.

[OOC: no problem, take your time]

 

[Temptrianna]

Alexis smiled at her neighbor. "you would be amazed at the events i usually go to" she winked at him as she noted the girl he was with. "looks like you have your hands thoroughly full with her" she chuckled to herself as she watched the girl return. "i would do my homework a bit better if i were you on dates for these events" she laughed lightly as she then nodded to his words. she knew he had moved in not long ago as he had come over to her place more often then not in being the friendly neighbor. it was hard to keep her life extra private with him dropping in on her so often yet so far she had managed well. Hearing the music start she smiled. he was right on the music selection. "it is Mozart and i have a taste for classical when the mood is right" she smirked as she turned her attention to his friend returning. seeing how she threw a threatening glare at her and then preened all over him, Alexis fought back a laugh. "Well Alan its been good seeing you again, maybe this weekend we can get together for another cook out" she said as she gave the girl a look that said if she really wanted Alan she knew she could have him and that the girl was not even a considerable threat to her. she was sure her words alone would burn the girls ass thoroughly which was why she had brought it up. smiling at them both she then excused herself to go mix into the crowd and keep her eyes on the events going on as she waited for the right time to slip into the back area of the museum and then slip into the air ducks to get to the jewels unnoticed.

 

[OleDirtyBastard]

It took Alan a major part of his considerable self control to keep a straight face, when Alexis threw her counterattack on Mary-Ann. He liked his neighbor; if he had been here just for fun, he might have folded Mary-Ann together and put her into a trash bin ... maybe even literally ... to spend some pleasant time with Alexis.

But, alas, he wasn't here just for fun, and there had been certain reasons for him choosing Mrs. Dalton for this little appearance. So, he just gave Alexis a polite smile - and a short wink afterwards - and then continued for the small-talk typical for such events. He greeted some business-partners, and partners in spe, casually checking out if they would be adequate targets for future coups. He flirted extensively with Mary-Ann, valiantly putting up with her voice, and always insuring she had enough drinks. And at one point, with a simple sleight of hand, he slipped some drops of long shui, dragon water, into her cocktail. Long shui was a traditional chinese medicine, that Alan had learned about during his training in Hong Kong. In general, it was a harmless medicine for furthering the blood circulation; but it had some side effects, mainly increasing the effects of alcohol, and other drugs; and in following this, it also weakened the chi of the recipient, the mystical force of life that is flowing through everything. In less then an hour, Mary-Ann would be dead drunk. Of course, this wasn't different from her usual behaviour, and this again was one reason why he had chosen her.

Finally, Director Robertson ringed a bell, and invited his guests to the first floor, to take a look on the famous jewels. The guests slowly assembled in the Jewelry Hall, as it was called now. Located in the very centre of the museum, the round hall had no windows, except for the skylight that formed the apex of the domed roof, 25 feet above the floor. On a pedestal in the centre of the hall, there was a big vitrine - just now covered with nightblue velvet cloth. Robertson cleared his throat, and when the usual noises from the crowd had died down, he began his speech (of which every attendant hoped it would be as short as possible).
"Ladies and Gentleman, I want to welcome you once again, and want to thank you for your attendance on this extraordinary exhibition. First, I would like to introduce to you Mr. Ramesh Yogeshwar, delegate from the National Museum of New Delhi, who has made it possible that this spectacular exhibition is going around the world now." Lukewarm applause.

"Now, there were some questions delivered to me about the security of the Jewels. So, with the explicit approval of our insurance company Dahl & Dahl, I want to give you a short overview on our security measures. Of course, the normal security of our house is already on a high level, with our cameras and the special locks on the doors. But now, we have outfitted the outer doors and all windows with laser beam alarm systems, directly inside in front of them. If you try and break the door, or enter through a window, then you break the beams, and ... RRRING!" Robertson grinned. "But this is only the first line of defense. Special measures have been taken to protect this hall in particular. When the museum closes and the alarm system is activated, the entrance there is secured by a steel grid - you see this on the inside, over there. You might notice that it has no lock. It can be opened in only one way - when this key card here is inserted into the electronic system, located in our security centre in the cellar of this building. Next, you all can see the four security cams up there; they all have the pedestal with the jewels in their never tiring electronic eyes, and cover all four angles. You cannot come near the jewels without being seen." He waved his hand in the direction of the cameras. "Then, look at the floor. You might have noticed the texture aroung the pedestal is different. That is, because in a circle of 20 feet around the pedestal with the jewels, the floortiles are pressure sensitive. When the alarm system is on, a weight of more than one single pound on these tiles will trigger the external and internal alarms, hehehe. And finally, of course, the jewels are under a supercompound of bulletproof glass, as well as the skylight above us, by the way. I have been told, that even if you shoot a bazooka on it, this compound will perhaps form cracks, but will not break."