Rear And Rough With The Billionaire And His Butlers

I had the painting in my hands. It was actually quite a small one, but it was one that I was told would go for the kind of amount most people never saw in their lifetimes. The people who hired me had paid me precisely three million dollars to steal it, they knew they had to pay if they wanted the best thief in the business.

I was treading carefully across the huge room, being sure not to make any noise, and then all of a sudden there were flashing lights, a blaring alarm, and red lasers shooting out all around me. Fuck.

I made to touch one of the lasers, but it burned my fingers. Those beams were acting as bars in a jail. I was trapped, there was no way out. I was so angry with myself, how could I have ever got caught? I was the best, this did not happen to me.

Thankfully the alarm stopped, it had been hurting my ears, and in to the huge room came a man dressed in a tuxedo, flanked by another two men whom I assumed were his butlers by the way that they were dressed.

The tuxedo wearing man was Harry Steele, the billionaire entrepreneur and art collector.

“Well, well”, he said, “the one and only Selina Simmons, the most renowned thief in the world. I almost feel privileged to have you in my home. I do believe that’s my painting you have in your hands.”

He knew who I was despite the fact I was wearing a balaclava.

“How do you know my name?”

“With my kind of money, you can buy all the information you need, like who wants to steal my paintings. I believe you were paid three million dollars? Is that correct?”

“If you knew all about this, why didn’t you stop me before I got here?”

“Oh that would have been no fun at all. You are going to be the source of some amusement for Jeeves, Alfred and myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, if I were to phone the police right now you would be looking a twenty year stretch inside, but there is something you can do that will earn your freedom.”

He paused for dramatic effect, his mouth curling up at the side.

“What?”

“Give your body to us so that we can use you in the roughest way possible. If you would be so kind as to sign on the dotted line please, so we have our understanding on paper.”

Steele tapped his phone, and the red beams around me were turned off.

The butler called Jeeves then strode forth and presented me with a sliver platter, upon which there was a paper and pen. There was a whole load of print, but I didn’t bother to read it, I signed. If it was my body instead of a life sentence, then so be it.

“Now be a good girl and put the painting back where you got it. Then I want you to take all your clothes of and show us what you’ve got. I can see you have curves in all the right places, but I want to see the flesh.”

I did as instructed, putting the painting back on the wall, then starting with peeling of my clothes. The balaclava went first, then my black top and bottoms, then my bra and panties. There I was completely naked in Harry Steele’s mansion.