The Magical Bimbo Bundle!

by Gregory Michelson

  Contents

  Title Page

  THE BIMBO RING

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Epilogue

  BIMBO MUSIC

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Epilogue

  THE BIMBO CONTRACT

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Epilogue

  The Bimbo's Wish

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Epilogue

  The Bimbo Gift: Nancy

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Epilogue

  The Bimbo Gift: Linda

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Epilogue

  The Bimbo Gift: Cassi

  Chapter I

  ChapterII

  Chapter III

  Epilogue

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Other Books by Gregory Michelson

  Preview Book Material

  THE MAGICAL BIMBO

  BUNDLE!

  by

  Gregory Michelson

  Warning: BIMBOMAGICBUNDLE contains adult erotic material. This work is not to be read by individuals who are under the age of 18, or who are not legally allowed to access this material in their state or nation.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  THE BIMBO RING

  Chapter I

  I love museums, Alicia thought as she walked through the throngs of Sunday visitors to the National Museum. Full of history, full of learning…

  Full of valuable shit that was easy as hell to steal.

  Alicia smirked as she pretended to look at some ancient mummy, all wrapped up in dirty linen. To anyone in the crowded museum on a Sunday afternoon, she was just another young woman, maybe waiting for her family or just escaping the oppressive summer heat for a few minutes.

  None of them would have considered that the brown-haired twenty-something in her conservative dress was actually here after she’d cased the joint yesterday, finding out what looked valuable enough for her to take.

  Oh not the big exhibits, she thought with some regret. Not the big diamond that had been borrowed from the British Imperial Museum or the genuine De Vinci manuscript that was sitting in its hermetically sealed plastic viewing case.

  Those exhibits were protected. Which was kind of stupid, Alicia thought. Even if you could steal them, where would you sell them? A one of a kind treasure couldn’t exactly be passed off as something that had been (quite legally) found somewhere else.

  Nope. Alicia was a thief, but she was a smart thief. She focused on things that could be sold, things that wouldn’t suddenly spark an international outcry with every mall cop and FBI agent hoping to make the bust that would send his career into the stratosphere. Stuff that could be disposed of where you wouldn’t take a 90 percent haircut because it was so damned hard for your fence to dispose of.

  And right now the museum had a nice display of jade and silver jewelry. Nothing overly expensive, so nothing that would justify tremendous security. Just something that would fill a certain Alicia’s pockets quite nicely, thank you very much.

  Alicia moved towards the gallery where the display lay. The dinosaur exhibit was crowded as always, but as she passed the African history section and then the “Rivers of America” exhibit, the number of people started to decline. The exhibits she was looking for were in the older, less popular parts of the museum.

  Which meant that she probably wouldn’t even have to worry about some security guard wondering what she was doing back there. Just a few video cameras that she knew weren’t monitored on a regular basis. It was amazing what you could get from some fat guard by just flashing some cleavage. Granted, the museum seemed to have a few more people than normal in it, but that shouldn’t be an issue. If it was, she could flash some more cleavage since even her modest bust tended to work on most security guards. If not that, wiggle her ass in her tight jeans, which generally caused most security guards to lose any interest in thinking with their big head in favor of their little head.

  In fact, she should-

  “HI!”

  Alicia almost jumped out of her shoes at the sudden voice. Spinning around, she tried to calm herself and then blinked at the woman standing in front of her, a small group of men behind her, all of them grinning at the girl— when they weren’t staring at her ass.

  And there was a lot of ass to stare at. The girl looked at her, her eyes vacantly happy, full lips curved in an eager smile. She was wearing a museum guide uniform that showed far more cleavage than was generally acceptable at such places. Alicia wondered if she was even wearing a bra. There was no sign of it given the way her boobs bounded within the confinement of the jacket and blouse combo. In fact, the first two buttons on the blouse were undone, giving her a look at the girl’s vast expanse of cleavage.

  Jesus. How big is she? Alicia wondered. She definitely would count as top heavy, if it wasn’t for her hips and ass working to counterbalance her boobs. A narrow waist that looked like it was just one step from a bad photoshop job finished the look.

  “Um…hello,” Alicia said.

  “Are you, um, like here for the tour?” she asked, lifting up a pink paddle with the words TOUR GUIDE on it. “I’m Mandy and I’m here to take these guys for a tour!”

  From the look on their faces, Alicia had a feeling that touring the museum was the last thing on their mind.

  “Oh no, I ah, come here a lot so I know my way around?”

  “Are you sure?” Mandy asked, her wide eyes letting Alicia know that however smart the rest of the staff might be, ‘nobody home’ was a good description for this particular employee.

  But that wasn’t her problem. She was here to steal something and she didn’t need to have a long conversation with someone who, however much a bimbo she might be, could potentially remember a face when the cops came around to ask questions. Who might even be able to remember a face that was suspiciously close to an exhibit where several items had been stolen from.

  Crap.

  “Well, I can’t right now. I’m also meeting someone else here in a bit.”

  “Ohhhhh….” Mandy said, a sudden gleam of (dim) understanding appearing in her eyes. “You want to like be private…”

  A few guys chuckled.

  I can’t kill them. That would raise questions.

  “Yes!” Alicia said. “And I need to go see if my friend is in the lobby.” She waved, provoking a wave from Mandy that looked more like her hand was spasming and put Alicia in imminent danger of getting smacked by her tour-guide paddle. Finally, she managed to extricate herself from the bimbo and her five charges as they all headed up towards one of the more isolated galleries.

  I bet she’s thinking more about fucking them than she is in showing them anything in the museum. After all, a tour guide, even one as dim as Mandy had to be, probably knew all the places to hide, though Alicia figured that five guys might be a bit much even for a big-titted bimbo like Mandy to handle.

  On the other hand, now she was out of her hair and all Alicia had to do was to find her way to the gallery by another route.

  ###

  It didn’t take long to get to her destination. Alicia went through the “Salute to America’s fruit producers” exhibits (deserted), across the history of paper making
and up the back stairways. Most of the exhibits Alicia passed through were things that were not popular enough to justify being put in the more commonly traveled parts of the museum, yet were not yet so old as to be put back in storage.

  So it was mostly deserted, though she did hear soft moans from one dark hall.

  Alicia grinned. Someone was having fun with his girlfriend. Two more galleries also had the same sounds of passion emanating from them. That caused her eyebrows to rise. It seemed like more people than she would normally expect were making use of the deserted parts of the museum.

  Maybe it’s a college field trip. It’d be the sort of thing that would bore the everliving shit out of a college athlete, so he would just grab his girlfriend and take her to some nice deserted place for a good fucking…

  She shook her head. Focus.

  Finally she came to the gallery. She could see the gleam of silver intermixed with jade jewelry.

  Alicia looked from side to side and nodded. Nobody was in the hall. She ignored the placards describing where this and that had come from. She was more interested in what she could sell it for. And there is was. A single display case with silver and jade rings in it. All of them reasonably valuable, none of them famous. Supposedly they had come from collections of “magical” talismans, some of them even cursed to punish thieves. Alicia chuckled at that thought. They obviously hadn’t worked out very well when they’d been given to the museum, and they wouldn’t work very well on her.

  Alicia reached into her purse and pulled out her tools and another small bag that clinked.

  She checked the security cameras and nodded. None were pointed in this direction and unless a guard physically moved them, they wouldn’t be. And the guards in the control room were probably too busy watching the people who had decided to have a fuck in the museum.

  Good luck for me. Bad luck for whoever is going to end up on Metube.

  The display case was alarmed, but not with any of the high tech alarms used for the more important exhibits. Nothing that would measure air pressure or vibration, just a simple circuit to tell if anyone had opened the case.

  And that could be defeated with a strip of foil. Alicia carefully put the foil strip in position so that the circuit wouldn’t be broken even after she opened the case. A few seconds at the lock and…

  Open sesame! She thought happily.

  No alarms. Good.

  Then she was picking up the silver and jade rings, putting them in a silk pouch. A few seconds and one quick check on the position of the cameras later and she had her other pouch open and was replacing the rings with cheap costume jewelry.

  Oh it wouldn’t survive a long examination. Hell, anyone who knew what he or she was looking at would be able to tell it was fake immediately.

  But not janitors, and this place probably only saw janitors. Them and air-headed bimbo tour guides. By the time someone showed up who actually knew what they were looking at, days or weeks would have passed, the goods would have been sold, and Alicia would be enjoying her new windfall. Maybe even enough to buy that new convertible she’d had her eye on.

  Alicia finished replacing the jewelry and then closed the display case, removing the foil and wiping the surface down with a cloth to avoid leaving any incriminating fingerprints. Then she did the same to every other case in the hallway. After all, a single case might attract attention, but the cleaning staff was supposed to clean every case. Anyone who noticed would just assume that the janitorial staff had been a bit more attentive to their job.

  And then Alicia was strolling down the stairs, heading for the dinosaur exhibit. After all, it wasn’t as if she had stolen something. No, she’d spend the next few hours strolling around the museum, taking in the sites before she left, just like any other patron.

  There would be time enough to go over her find later.

  Chapter II

  When Alicia got home, she locked her door and checked her messages before she prepared to take a look at her take. Things like leaving your door open and not checking to see if someone was coming over were the kind of things that put dumb burglars in prison. Alicia wasn’t dumb. She knew how to use everything about herself, her looks, her smarts and her lack of ethics to make enough money to keep her needs happily fulfilled.

  Finally it was time. Alicia spread her take out over the dining room table and smiled. By her best guess, she’d probably be able to pull down about 10K for the jade rings alone, even after the discount from the fence.

  “Sorry museum, you should have invested in better security,” she said to the empty room and laughed. But then, that was the way of it— museums had all this nice stuff, but no budget to properly protect it. She’d have had a lot more trouble trying to rob a pawnshop.

  Then she checked out the silver jewelry. Silver didn’t tend to bring in as much money as jade jewelry did, so Alicia wasn’t expecting anything unusual…

  …hold on.

  “What the hell?” She asked, reaching out and touching one silver ring. She jerked her finger back at the touch of the ring. It was almost like an electric shock had run up her arm at the touch of the cool metal.

  The ring was gleaming in the light, completely featureless, but something about it…it seemed to be more real than every other ring. For some reason, Alicia couldn’t tear her eyes off of it.

  “I…” She paused in confusion. It was just another bit of stolen jewelry, and it didn’t even look that good. Why was she finding herself so completely entranced by it?

  But it did look… incredible. It didn’t matter that it was just a plain silver ring, it looked…

  Yummy.

  Alicia blinked at the word that had just popped into her head. She didn’t say yummy. Empty headed bimbo’s like that museum tour guide said yummy. Not her. She was all about convincing other people she was pretty and harmless Alicia and then taking what she wanted from them.

  Not looking yummy.

  But on the other hand, that ring… Alicia grinned. It was a plain ring. There was nothing to tie it to the museum, or her to the museum if she wore it. And it really did look neat. So she she decided to wear the ring it instead of selling it to a fence.It wasn’t like the museum was going to ever know about it. And it was her money she was losing if she kept the ring.

  Alicia nodded and slipped the finger on her slim forefinger.

  Then the room was filled with her gasp of surprise…

  …and arousal.

  ###

  She looked at the ring, the metal gleaming against her pale skin.

  It looked so pretty.

  Pretty little ring.

  Entranced, she held it up to her face, looking at her distorted reflection in the ring’s metal.

  Like her lips. In the reflection her lips looked full, almost puffy, the sort of lips you could run your tongue sensuously over, while you were staring at some hunky guy in a bar.

  Alicia ran her tongue over her lips and then blinked. They felt… fuller. Almost like they were just like what the reflection showed. She tore her eyes from the ring and ran into the bathroom to look at her face.

  What the hell? Her lips were fuller, her mouth looked a little wider and her cheekbones had a little more flesh on them. Her eyes were a bright blue.

  Wait a minute. Her eyes had been brown! Alicia swallowed as she stared into the mirror. That wasn’t her face anymore. Oh, it looked like her face, but it…

  …actually looked pretty good.

  “Hey! A magic ring!” she said to the empty room. Alicia giggled at the thought. Of course it wasn’t, it was just a ring that brought out the best in her. It didn’t have anything to do with that silly story about a curse. She found herself staring at it again, before she gave it a little kiss. Her tongue also seemed to be a bit thicker and a whole lot more sensitive than it had been. The metal tasted…funny.

  Funny little ring. Her giggle filled the room. It wasn’t like her normal laugh, Alicia thought, her mind fuzzy. Not her controlled laugh that she used to get a
guy to buy her drinks or look the other way when she cased a joint. It was a happy laugh. A brainless sexy, eager laugh.

  A bimbo’s laugh.

  Why did I think about that? she thought. But it was right. In fact the laugh sounded a little like that bimbo museum guide she’d run into. That top-heavy, big-hipped, completely dim museum guide.

  But she’d really been a hot museum guide. Alicia didn’t normally swing that way, but the way the girl had looked, the way she’d swayed her hips and her oh-my-god-they-are-fucking-huge tits… no wonder she’d had all those other guys following her along, trying to get a look down her shirt or up her tiny skirt…

  Stupid guide. But Alicia couldn’t muster the same amount of contempt. She was probably at home right now, with a couple of guys, one fucking her from the rear, his monstrously huge dick plowing into her while she was sucking the other guy off, her mouth stretched around his organ as he toyed with her big tits, running his hands over them and enjoying the way she moaned…

  Alicia shivered at the image. It was so incredibly sexy. Why hadn’t she thought of it before.

  She looked into the ring again. So bright. Such pretty silver on her finger. She wondered if it made her look sexy, wearing that gleaming ring.

  Sexy enough to have a guy fuck her?

  She frowned. Not with her body. She didn’t have a bad body, well not if you thought slim was bad. But that wasn’t what guys wanted. Not the big hunky guys with their big cocks…

  A car horn honked outside the apartment, and Alicia started, her mind coming back to the real world for just a second.

  She was a thief. She didn’t worry about that. Alicia looked around the room, once again seeing her face. There was something about the ring that was changing her. She should take it off, throw it away so she could go back to being…

  …being alone in her apartment. She bit her lip at the images her brain was sending up. That bimbo at the museum probably had some guy to take care of her or maybe a bunch of guys who shared her. She came home from work and then they’d fuck her into oblivion and tell her what to do and be all nice to her…