by Selena Kitt
“Damn you,” he gasped, stepping out of her grasp and sweeping her up into his arms. She squealed in protest as he laid her out on the cold counter—the one the bank had installed to give them a place to set safe deposit boxes, to sign papers and checks—yanking her catsuit off entirely along with her boots and running his big hands over her naked body. Goldie stretched and purred at his attention like a cat, arching when his hand dipped between her thighs, encouraging him to delve deeper.
“So wet!” he murmured, eyes widening as he began to finger her. She moaned and rocked against his hand, feeling his thumb rubbing against the aching, sensitive bud of her clit. He could make her come in seconds that way and by the look in his eyes, he knew it. Campbell grinned, leaning in to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Her breasts were small, her nipples normally a puffy pink, hardening into pebbles against his tongue.
“Oh fuck!” She grabbed a fist full of his hair, twisting on the counter, his hand shoved hard and deep between her legs, and let her orgasm come, rolling over her in wet, hot spasms, a deluge of pleasure. She fucked his fingers, her hips rising up off the counter to meet him, quivering with her release.
“One,” he announced, lifting his fingers to his smug, grinning mouth and sucking them. She found his cock with her eyes still closed, tugging, and he gasped in response, shaking his head. “You’re so impatient.”
She didn’t open her eyes, asking breathlessly, “How long do we have now?”
“Fifteen minutes.” Campbell grabbed her hips, moving her around on the counter, making her lose her grip. “And I’m going for my personal best.”
“Your personal best? They’re my orgasms.” Goldie snorted, opening her eyes in surprise when his mouth covered her pussy. “Oh! God…” She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes on his. “What’s the record again?”
He eased up a little to answer. “Four.”
“In twenty minutes?” she squeaked, his tongue slipping down into her slit.
“Yep,” he confirmed, his words muffled against the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair. “And I’ve got you up on the all-you-can-eat buffet.”
His tongue was expert against her clit, giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and Goldie gave into it. Her pussy was still spasming lightly from her first orgasm, like butterfly wings, and she longed to have him inside of her but she knew better than to argue. Besides, the wet lap of his tongue was too good to resist and she spread wider for him on the counter, opening her thighs and pulling her knees back.
“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly, eyes bright at the sight of her. His tongue moved back and forth at the top of her cleft, teasing her clit, making her shiver, thighs so tense they quivered in his hands. His fingers moved inside her, making her grit her teeth and work toward her climax. She moaned as he crooked his fingers inside of her, rubbing deep. Her pussy felt swollen, hot, his fingers filling her, stretching wide.
Goldie planted her heels on the edge of the counter and lifted her ass to his mouth, eager for more, too greedy for words. Campbell followed her hips, standing to lick her now as her trembling thighs spread wide and she shoved her pussy against his face. She chased her climax from tip to tail, feeling the lash of it first between her legs, rippling outward through the center of her body, curling her toes, her hands clenched in fists at her side.
“Two.” Campbell gasped as Goldie collapsed on the counter, her legs dangling off the edge, pussy juices dripping down the crack of her ass to pool on the white surface. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her pussy clamped down against his fingers, still inside of her, and she felt a keen longing for his cock.
“Fuck me,” she begged, reaching for him. Campbell didn’t hesitate this time. The counter was too high, but he used it first, pulling her to the edge and lining her up against the mushroom head of his dick. Then he slid her off onto it, impaling her to the hilt, making her cling, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he carried her like that. He pressed her up against the wall next to the vault, pinning here there and rocking his hips into hers.
“Oh god.” She clung to him, burying her face against his neck as he shoved deep into her swollen pussy. She heard him grunt with every thrust, his cock filling her completely, and yet still she wanted more of him. Her fingernails raked his back and she wished for more of his skin, but there wasn’t enough time. She bit and sucked at his neck, nibbling at his collarbone, feeling the hard muscles of his ass flexing against her heels as he fucked her.
There was no stopping the next one and she didn’t even try. Campbell had her plastered to the wall, his cock driving in, fast and furious, focused on his own pleasure, groaning into her hair, and it was his absolute, abandoned frenzy that pushed her over the edge. Her whole body shuddered as she came with him inside of her, calling out his name and begging him to stop or he was going to tear her apart.
“Three,” he growled, holding still, her pussy spasming, dripping down his shaft.
“Please,” she pleaded, trying to wriggle out of his arms but he held her fast. “I can’t, no more. Let me suck you off.”
“No.” He let her go, sinking to his knees in front of her, and Goldie cried out as he lifted her thigh over his shoulder, burying his face into her quivering flesh. She looked down, seeing his fist wrapped around his still-wet cock as he ate her, pumping furiously. His eyes were on hers, his mouth fastened to her mound, her clit so sensitive she thought she might faint.
“Campbell, nooooo,” she begged, trying to twist away, but he was too strong, insistent. His hands gripped her slender hips, forcing her still against the wall, his tongue focused, relentless. Goldie gripped his arms, feeling the flex of his biceps, her head tipping back, eyes closed, becoming only sensation. There was nothing else in the world except the growing heat between her thighs, the thick lash of Campbell’s tongue pushing her to the ends of bliss.
Her pussy began to flutter again, ass clenching, thighs tensed, and Campbell felt her climax coming even though she didn’t give him any verbal warning at all. He focused his attention right on her clit, his tongue fluttering fast, a low sound building in his throat. She couldn’t hold it back, crying out as she came all over his face, bathing him in her cum.
“Four.” Campbell grinned and managed to catch her as she collapsed to her knees in front of him. He held her trembling body in his arms, her breath catching in her throat, soft whimpers lost in the fabric of his shirt, her face buried against his chest.
“I can…” she gasped, barely able to breathe, reaching blindly for his rigid length. “Suck you…”
“No,” he insisted again, manipulating her body like hot wax, turning her around and forcing her to her hands and knees in front of him. “I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”
She groaned and buried her face in her arms as Campbell buried his cock into her pussy from behind, everything forgotten. She could barely remember her own name let alone the fact that they were in the middle of breaking into a bank in Brazil, that the vault was going to open in less than five minutes. He grabbed her hips and fucked her until she came, just as he’d promised, but he helped things along by reaching underneath to find her throbbing clit, rubbing it into a frenzied heat. And there were little detours along the way.
“Oh fuck,” Campbell groaned, slowing the motion of his hips a little and she felt his cock swell inside of her, his first burst of precum a sweet tease. “You feel too good.”
Goldie teased him, squeezing the silk walls of her pussy around his cock. He grabbed her thigh with one hand, lifting her leg to expose her to him and she shifted forward with a gasp, her shoulders to the floor. His other hand moved between her legs, manipulating her clit between thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging at it like a little cock.
“Please,” she begged, delirious with lust. She wanted him, all of him, more. “Oh god, baby, please, please!”
“Please what?” Campbell rolled her clit and fucked her into the floor, her body so slick with sweat she slid acr
oss the tile with every thrust.
“Make me come,” she gasped, pressing her own hand over his between her thighs, rubbing, rubbing.
“Number five?” he asked, rolling his hips in circles, teasing her from the inside out. “Think we can break our record?”
“Yesss!” she hissed, closing her eyes and arching her back. “Do it! Do it, baby! Now!”
He groaned, flicking her clit with his thumb and sending her into the stratosphere, his cock pounding into her from behind and she knew he must be close but she couldn’t focus on that. She was coming again—again!—for the fifth time in twenty minutes, her body so spent she was unable to do much more but twitch and moan as the sweet waves rolled through.
“Five,” Campbell announced sounding both proud and pained as Goldie collapsed to the floor, her knees giving out completely. He curled himself around her, spreading her thighs with his as he gave one final, deep thrust, bottoming out and filling her with fast, hot, shuddering bursts of his cum. Goldie bit her lip as he spent himself, his cock throbbing thickly between her thighs.
“Time’s up.” Campbell gasped, looking up as the light above their heads went to green and something deep inside the vault unlocked.
“How long before the cops get here?” Goldie was unsteady on her feet as she pulled her catsuit back on, slipping into her stealth boots—black, flat-soled, they fit like a second skin and allowed her to walk softly anywhere she went.
“Right about…” Campbell consulted his iPhone, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His jeans were already done up, his shirt tucked in. “Now.”
“Polícia!” The door burst open down the hall and Goldie’s heart jumped in her chest. “Coloc suas armas e saia com suas mãos acima!”
She sighed, looking back over her shoulder at the vault as she picked her knit cap up from the floor, dusting it off. “Don’t we even get to open it?”
They both heard another voice, “Batente! Batente!”—the Portugeuse word for “stop.” It was the bank manager, the one who had hired them to test the bank’s security system, telling the police to stand down.
Campbell leaned against the counter, waiting for them all to rush in. He loved that part. “I’m sure, since we cracked their safe, Mr. Bank Manager will let us see what’s inside.”
“I should hope so.” Goldie buckled her toolbelt, grinning at him. “That’s half the fun.”
* * * *
The Behr brothers had impossible standards and they liked to test them. That's why they'd hired Richard Campbell in the first place and he knew it. So when they called him into the eldest brother's office—they always used Rolf's office with its oversized leather chairs and sofas, as if the furniture itself might make him, or anyone else they were dressing down, feel diminutive in their presence—Campbell wasn't surprised at all.
"You've been our head of security for three years, Mr. Campbell."
He gave the youngest Behr brother a brief nod of acknowledgment. Wilhelm was the spokesman of the three, always the bearer of bad news, and he did so with a measure of glee Campbell found unsettling.
“In that time, we have had exactly one breach in security.” Wilhelm held up a finger, eyes narrowed, glittering even in the low light. Campbell waited. He knew it didn’t matter that he’d provided them with one thousand and ninety-four days of invulnerability—it was just one day that mattered, the day their bubble of safety had popped. He’d been selling in this business long enough to know the psychology of it. Safety was an illusion the human ego clung to with voracious tenacity, and people like the Behr brothers were arrogant enough to have faith in it like small children believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.
“To be fair, it was a minor breach,” Campbell pointed out. “The hacker found a back door in the system. We’ve isolated and eliminated it.”
“That may be.” Wilhelm shrugged. “But it certainly does make us concerned about other potential back doors.”
“Real ones.” Otto, the middle Behr brother, piped up. He was always getting in the middle, the mediator. “Mr. Campbell, you came highly recommended and so far, you have proven to be everything you were purported to be. However, given this latest snafu, we thought it might be good to run a little test.”
“A test?” Campbell braced himself.
“You have a competitor.” Rolf spoke up, turning away from the window he’d been standing in front of. “I assume you’ve heard of Saul Lax?”
Campbell’s jaw tightened. “You know I have.”
“Until he retired, he was the best in the business,” Otto interrupted, looking between his older brother and his younger one. They all had strong German jaw lines and Aryan features—blonde with ice blue eyes. “His company served our family for generations.”
“I’m aware,” Campbell acknowledged.
“You only received this job because of he got out of the business,” Wilhelm reminded him and Campbell gave him another brief nod. He’d found it best not to supply the youngest Behr brother with too much feedback or information. He liked to use it as ammunition.
“But we hear his granddaughter has opened Saul’s business doors again.” Otto sat forward in his over-sized chair.
“Is she any good?” Campbell asked.
Wilhelm looked at him over tented fingers. “We’re going to find out.”
“What are you proposing?”
“A test.” Rolf crossed his arms over his chest. “You have assured us that our most prize possessions are secure. Our systems are impenetrable.”
Campbell gritted his teeth. “They are.”
“So then you have nothing to lose,” Wilhelm piped up.
“Are you proposing a wager?” Campbell walked right into the trap.
“Just so.” Rolf nodded. “If Ms. Lax fails in her endeavor, things will go on as they have been.”
Wilhelm leaned forward, grinning, hands gripping the arms of his chair. “However, if she succeeds, we will hire her as our new head of security instead.”
Campbell considered the proposition, as if he had some sort of decision to make. Clearly, they had already made up their minds. The Behr brothers weren’t just wealthy, they were ghastly rich, and their estates spanned the globe. Besides this one, there were two in California, one in Texas, three in Florida, four in New York, thirteen total in Europe, and one in Asia. That didn’t count the businesses, which were more numerous still.
“That’s quite a wager.”
Wilhelm giggled. It was a throaty, gleeful sound, and it made Campbell want to punch him and break his round little glasses. “You’ve assured us that you’re up to the challenge.”
“I am,” he snapped. “Have you engaged her services? How do you know she even wants the job?”
Otto smiled. “Her family has worked for ours for generations, Mr. Campbell. I’m surprised she hasn’t already yet approached us for your job.”
“So…” Campbell spread his hands wide, giving in. “Where? When?”
Rolf laughed deeply from his barrel chest, shaking his head. “Ah, Mr. Campbell, we can’t tell you that. It wouldn’t be a very accurate test of your abilities then, would it?”
“Fair enough.” Campbell straightened, looking between the three of them. “Is that all, gentlemen?”
Rolf gave him a nod, dismissing him with a wave of his hand and looking back out the window. Campbell swallowed his rage, turning to go.
“For what it’s worth,” Otto called as Campbell opened the door. “I hope you win.”
Campbell glanced back and smiled grimly. “So do I.”
* * * *
“He’ll be glad to see you.” Jenny, the aide at the front desk, smiled and waved as Goldie passed carrying a bunch of freshly picked lilacs.
“Do you have a vase?” Goldie stopped at the desk, holding up the flowers. “I saw them in a field on the way here and had to stop. I thought, you know, my grandmother loved lilacs so much, and he used to cut some for her every spring. Maybe it will help him remember…”
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“I’ll find something for you.” Jenny was young, just out of high school, and wore far too much makeup, but she was a sweet girl and really seemed to care about the patients. Goldie liked her. “They just finished lunch. He’s out on the back porch.”
“Thanks.” Goldie flashed her a grateful smile and pushed open the double doors. They were locked from the inside, and when her grandfather was lucid, he called himself an inmate, not a patient, and the nurses and health care aides wardens. A life lived picking locks had left him seeing everything as a prison.
She found him, as promised, on a patio they called “the back porch.” The ratio was one aide to every three patients, so her grandfather was lined up next to two other people in their wheelchairs, brakes locked, all of them just sitting, as if waiting for something to happen. One of them was a woman, her hair in a long, thin white braid down her back. The other was a man much younger than her grandfather and much less mobile. His multiple sclerosis had left him unable to move his limbs or control his bowels and she could smell him even in the fresh outdoor air.
The aide was reading a magazine and when the doors to the patio opened, she folded her issue of People and tucked it under her. “Here to see your grandfather?” the woman asked, shading her eyes against the sun as she looked up at Goldie.
This aide was older, middle-aged, with crow’s feet around her eyes and a broad, red lipsticked smile. Goldie couldn’t remember her name. She hadn’t been around long, and unfortunately the turnover for health care aides was enormous. Goldie didn’t like this one much—too negligent, as far as she was concerned—although she was better than some. Even if she didn’t know them, all the aides knew her. Goldie came every Sunday to visit for a few hours, usually in the afternoon because her grandfather seemed a little more aware between lunch and dinner.
Goldie wrinkled her nose as she got near her grandfather’s chair—the smell of the man sitting in his own elimination beside him was overpowering—and grasped the handles. “I’m going to take him for a walk. Do you mind?”
