Egyptian Museum, Cairo, Egypt
For over a century the Egyptian Museum was a landmark in the city of Cairo, being the home to some of the largest collections of relics of the country's heritage. The museum's website alone boasted that it contained nearly 200 masterpieces, including the corselet of Tutankhamen along with one of his game boards. Tourists from all over the world flocked to location, which had stood the test of time, unlike some the previous homes for the precious pieces of Egypt's national history.
The central room in the museum, known on the museum map as Room 78, contained several caskets and tomb markers. The caskets were arranged along the left and right while the markers, which included mini-pyramids and stone slabs covered in hieroglyphics, sat in the center. Behind the caskets were several Roman columns as well as traditional square building supports, and beyond that were several glass cases containing smaller Egyptian treasures. Above the columns was the second story with a similar layout to the area below, marble railings in place allowing people to lean over and look at the caskets from the second floor.
The first floor of Room 78 also contained a fair number of people, few of them Egyptian. While the museum was a national treasure, at least as far as the locals were concerned, it was also a big tourist magnet. Gathered on the south end of the room near a series of three caskets, the eastern-most having a statue of Horus on top while the other two were relatively-plain, was a group of thirteen tourists while another dozen people were scattered throughout the room with a few more on the second floor above them. Most of the people not in the tour group were locals who wore a mixture of white, tan and light blue clothing, which were generally regarded as good colors to wear on hot sunny days. One middle-aged woman was near the north end of the room with a pair of children, a boy and a girl, who were probably no older than seven and six. A member of the museum staff stood near a pyramid-shaped marker that had an eye carved into it, wearing a collared shirt and tie with black pants, a walkie-talkie at his side. Four couples completed the dozen non-tourists, each a man and a woman examining either a specific casket or case.
The thirteen tourists and their guide were a typical group of people, at least in the eyes of the museum staff. A Caucasian family of five, blatant Americans, stood close to their attractive and somewhat perky tour guide, a local woman in a light blue blouse with the top button undone as well as a black skirt, her hair tied back in a ponytail, simple barbell earrings framing her soft face nicely. The somewhat chunky father in the family wore a red Hawaiian shirt, white shorts and had a camera around his neck, sporting a fat brown mustache on his upper lip that looked soaked from sweat. The man's wife wore a tilly and was nearly as large as he was, wearing a yellow T-shirt and green shorts as well as cheap sunglasses for some reason inside. Three kids were with the couple, all of them girls, of the ages thirteen, eighteen and twenty. The youngest daughter has her blonde hair tied in pigtails and wore a white shirt with matching shorts, looking bored out of her mind. The middle daughter was an almost overly-thin girl with a deep tan, dark brown hair that hung freely though expertly combed, sporting a pink tank-top and a black mini-skirt, not surprisingly looking bored as well. The oldest daughter however, dressed in a white blouse and tan pants, seemed to hang on the tour guide's every word, constantly touching her glasses with her right hand as she looked at the caskets, her own blonde hair tied back and held in place with a pair of Japanese Senbon needles.
Four other members of the group were couples; one another overweight couple without kids that was dressed similarly to the first pair while the others appeared to be young Indian newly-weds, probably no older than twenty-five a piece. The man possessed a crew cut and wore a white V-neck with tan pants and a gold chain necklace, his left hand affectionately holding the right of his wife, an attractive woman in a white sleeveless blouse and black shorts, her straight hair parted down the middle. Finally there were four people around the same age group of the younger couple, all Caucasian. There were two men, each in their early twenties with curly hair, one blond and one brunette, who both appeared to be European and were eying up the women in their tour group that were near their own ages. One of the girls wore a long-sleeved T-shirt that was entirely white with matching pants, a slight gap between the two pieces of clothing revealing only a bit of skin, stopping just short of showing her entire bellybutton. The girl was a ginger blonde who had her hair brushed behind her ears, which sported big black earrings. Next to her was a casually-dressed girl who, oddly enough, wore a white hooded sweatshirt with a front zipper which wasn't entirely open in addition to a light blue pair of pants, a white baseball cap topping her head advertising the Microsoft logo, making people with her assume she was into computers. This girl had very thick curly black hair that completely covered her ears and still wore her large square sunglasses as well, her hands buried in the pockets of her sweatshirt, a black leather purse hanging around her right arm.
Security guards watching the room through the cameras saw nothing out of the ordinary. No one in the room did either. The tour guide continued to run though a passage of memorized speech about the casket with the Horus statue on it that they stood next to, using her hands expressively to make the somewhat bored tour group pay attention to her words. The museum was fairly quiet aside from the tour guide's words, everyone else either bored stiff or engrossed in what they were looking at. The first real change to this came when the middle daughter of the American couple reached into her white leather purse as her cell phone rang, not fazing the tour guide but getting several other members of the group to glance over at her.
Just then, the sound of both the cell phone and the tour leader's voice fell silent, as if someone had muted them. Not only the sound stopped, however, as it also looked like someone had “paused” the room. The tour guide stood where she was, her hands gesturing to her right where the casket was, her palms up, her mouth hanging open with a perky smile on her lips as she appeared to be working on the word 'this.' All four members of the American family were looking at the middle daughter with irritation on their faces as she stood with her silver phone in her hand, both hands holding it in front of her face as she stared intensely at the now silent device, unblinking. The blond European man had a rectangular piece of white gum in his right hand, raising it to an open mouth. The blonde single girl in the tour group was touching her nose with her left index finger, apparently having been scratching it but now just touching it. The curly-haired brunette had her right hand outstretched towards the casket, apparently leaning over to touch it but not moving a millimeter On the far side of the room the two children that belonged to the lone woman were standing in mid-stride as they'd been running around, their mother chasing after them with her arms outstretched, her back bent down. This scene seemed impossible to do physically as the long dark hair of the mother and the girl hung behind their heads as if it were gelled in place that way.
The plain and simple truth was that the entire scene had been suspended in time: Frozen between ticks of the clock.
Everything remained a dead silent and unmoving tableaux for a couple more seconds before there was motion from within the tour group. The curly-haired brunette stood back up and looked around at the frozen world that now surrounded her. She smiled to herself, unaffected by the eerie sight of suspended people all around her. It was like she was the only visitor at a closed wax museum. She walked causally over to the blond European man and snatched his piece of gum from between his stiff fingers, sticking it into her own mouth.
“Minty… thanks a bunch, sweetie,” The girl said, chewing on the gum and looking at the open-mouthed man who remained standing there with his now-empty right hand raised to his open mouth. Walking past the man’s frozen form, the girl peeled off her cap and dark curly haired wig, revealing bright blonde hair pulled back into a neat tight bun. She took off her sunglasses, unmasking intense crystal blue eyes and a flawless young face. Stuffing the wig, cap and glasses into her black purse she walked back to the other blonde woman that was standing stiffly next to her. “Let’s see what you got honey, I’ve been eying you since this tour started.”
The unfrozen woman arranged the blonde to stand with both of her hands posed behind her head. Her arms were somewhat stiff to move but were fully pose able with a little force. The gum-chewing blonde ran her hands down the front of the other blonde’s long t-shirt, feeling her breasts underneath and groping them through the shirt. “Hotness…” The gum-chewing blonde said as she looked into the blank eyes of the other girl. She then grabbed hold of the bottom of the blonde’s t-shirt and jerked it up and over the girl’s round breasts which were nicely wrapped in a boring-looking white cotton bra. The other woman, while chewing the gum calmly as cover for her anticipation, pulled each of the bra cups down. Tucking it under the suspended blonde’s bust, pink nipples soon revealed themselves to the gum-chewer. “Oh boy…” the gum-chewer cooed as she pinched and twisted the exposed nipples. She then leaned forward and kissed the frozen beauty passionately on her stiff lips. “Almost lost my gum there, love,” the girl said to the frozen blonde as she backed away while staring at the girl’s blank expression with mouth agape. “Let’s see what you have down south,” the gum-chewer said almost excitedly as she knelt down and grabbed hold of the suspended girl’s waistband, jerking it down to the girl’s knees, revealing a pair white of bikini cut cotton panties that hugged her round ass and womanhood tightly. The gum-chewer noted the camel toe coming through the front. Still chewing her gum calmly, the girl pulled the panties down to meet the pants. “Oh…” the gum-chewer said softly, almost moaning as her chewing quickened a little before she slowed it down back to a calm and controlled pace. She leaned forward and kissed the shaven mound. Standing back up to face the empty eyes of the time-stopped blonde, the girl wished she could do more. Rubbing her hand against the frozen girl’s cheek the gum-chewer gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before walking away.
Chewing her gum calmly with her hands stuffed into her sweatshirt pockets the girl casually walked past the other single man who was looking his stiff from head to toe. She shrugged with an unsatisfied look on her face and walked by him. “The love birds; how cute,” she said as she approached the Indian couple who still stood holding hands and staring blankly ahead. She stood in front of the man, examining his gold chain and looking into his empty brown eyes and then looked over at his wife. Touching the wife’s soft cheek she turned to look at the man. “Such a pretty girl; how in the world did she ever get with you?" The gum-chewer asked to unhearing ears. "She could have done a lot better if you ask me, but then again love works in mysterious ways."
"Well young people like you shouldn’t be holding hands. You should be doing something hotter…” the girl suggested while looking at the couple, both their blank expressions oblivious to the girl’s ear to ear grin. “I could help you out you know…” she said, chewing her gum a little quicker before controlling the pace. She then forcefully pulled apart the couple's hands and moved behind the wife, grunting but keeping her chewing calm as she lifted the wife by the hips and moved her to a nearby bench. The blonde unbuttoned the blouse and stripped it off of the wife’s body, her face looking on with empty brown eyes staring ahead. The wife’s small but round perky breasts were clad in a sexy lacy bra, the blonde’s chewing quickening as she unhooked and removed the bra. She slowed down her chewing automatically as before as the bra fluttered to ground next the blouse. Small round breasts with pointy brown nipples were locked into the blue eyes of the blonde woman as she pinched them and groped them. “Cute, but you may need some work done… oh wait…” She added, looking back at the husband’s still form.
“Actually they’re fine cutie,” the gum-chewer then said, pinching the girl on the cheek. The blonde then knelt down and pulled the wife’s black shorts down along with the white cotton thong that covered her womanhood as well. “Two words… bikini wax… cutie,” The blond said, looking at the wife’s bushy but in-control black hair masking her groin. She ran her hands over the wife’s smooth brown skin from midriff to leg, admiring her soft skin before lying her down and taking off the frozen woman’s shoes and pants, rendering her completely naked. The blonde left the wife in stock form, standing naked at the bench, as she walked back over to the husband and moved his rigid form next to his wife. Chewing her gum calmly, she made quick work of the husband’s clothes as they were soon all over the museum floor along with his wife’s. The husband stood only clad in pair of silk black boxers. “Nice bod… you get a point,” complimented the blonde as she ran her hand down his defined pecs and abs. “Let’s see junior,” the blonde then said, kneeling down and pulling the husband’s boxers to his bare ankles. “OH MY!” The blonde exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing off the museum's walls. “Now I see why you married him,” she said, turning to the wife and then looking back at the husband’s long and thick member between his stiff legs. She giggled to herself as she removed the boxers off his ankles. “Now for the fun!”
It took a little time and work but the blonde had achieved the pose she wanted. The wife was leaned over the bench with her hands on the back of it with her brown stiff legs spread wide. The husband stood behind his wife with one hand holding her hips and the other a fistful of her black hair, his wife’s head tilted back as if he were pulling on her hair. The blonde molded the wife’s face as if she were made of clay, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as if in a scream, the husband bearing the same look. She leaned over and kissed the wife on the cheek, then looking over her work. “With a little sweat, this could actually be a good movie scene… Don’t you guys worry, if it’s really love you guys will be over this by tonight,” She said with a smile, chewing her gum as she walked back to the group, leaving the young couple in their own frozen erotic pose.
“My you people should know when to stop…” The blonde commented, looking at the large couple as she walked passed them with a disgusted look. She walked between the family, looking at everyone who had their eyes on their dark-haired middle daughter. The girl stared at her open cell phone with intensity, oblivious to the looks of her family. “Aren’t you the center of attention?” the blonde asked smugly, standing face-to-face with the teenager. “Let’s help you out a bit…” the blonde said with a grin. Leaving the girl standing as she was, the blonde pulled down the girl’s black mini-skirt to her ankles, showing off the girl’s hot pink panties. She then rolled the girl’s pink tank top up. The girl had no bra on and her small breasts came into view.
“Oh my… you have nothing honey, yet you’re so bold,” the blonde said with a smile as she pinches the girl’s small nipple. "Kids these days..." Moving over to the father, “Tacky are we?” she asked to his blank-eyed face and pushed him closer to his nearly-topless daughter. The blonde then arranged the man’s large arms so that his hands were locked around his daughter’s thin neck. She then moved the mother next to him and raised her right arm over her daughter’s head with her palm just inches away from her daughter’s crown. Next the blond moved the youngest daughter, who was dressed in white, to be standing facing her sister and extended her arm forward, molding her hand to be pointing at her sister’s bare chest. “Now that’s how we Americans should be, the lower half anyways…” the blonde said with a slight grin.
“It would make the grand tour livelier if you did something with yourself, sweetie,” The blonde said as she looked over the motionless tour guide. “You’re a lovely girl… I’ve bet the tour would be GREAT if you were naked!” The blonde exclaimed as if stuck by lightning. She chewed her gum quickly as she began to strip the tour guide of her uniform. In no time there was a pile of clothes at the now-naked tour guide’s feet. She was left only clad in her earrings and black heels, her black hair remaining in a ponytail which gave her a more naked look. Her olive skin reflected nicely under the museum’s soft lights, her nice round breasts proportional to her frame, a flat and inviting midriff, a clean shaven mound and sexy legs with high calves over sexy ankles. She stood with the same frozen expression upon her face in the same pose with her hand gestures. “Much better, I think more people would pay attention now!” the blonde exclaimed, kissing the tour guide on the cheek.
“You been eying that tour guide since we got to this room honey, do you have a thing for her?” The blond asked looking at the oldest daughter, who had her head slightly turned over as she was looking at her bare-chested sister. The blonde turned the frozen girl’s body so she was standing face-to-face with the naked tour guide. She then unbuttoned the girl's blouse, opening it up, then pulling down her pants to around her ankles. The blonde then arranged the girl’s hands so that she was holding open her blouse so the tour guide could see her cream colored bra and panties. “That should do.,” The blonde decided, chewing her gum and looking over the eldest daughter. “One more thing,” she then said, taking off the girl’s glasses and placing them on the tour guide's face. “Now you two would have to talk… if you’re lucky maybe something could grow from it,” She said with smile, kissing the daughter softly on the lips.
“Ah ok… enough of the fun; let’s get to work,” The blonde said, cracking her knuckles. As she walked away from the tour group she eyed the middle-aged woman and her kids. “God I hate children,” The blonde said as she turned the two children towards their pursuing mother. “This will show you not to run around, you brats…” the blonde muttered as she was walking away from the threesome.
After browsing the glass cases for a few minutes, the unfrozen blonde found what she was looking for. Sitting in the center of one case was a small golden statue of the goddess Selket, another treasure connected with the famous King Tut. In front of the case was an elderly couple, both silver-haired with the male using a cane. "I need to borrow this," the gum-chewer told the frozen elder, pulling the wooden cane away from his rigid hands. With a casual motion the blonde swung and smashed the tip of the hooked cane into the glass as if she were striking a gong, causing the glass to shatter into thousands of shards that hung in the air like glass shower. With her right hand the blonde pushed aside the pieces into a gap, then snatched up the small statuette, stuffing it into her purse and leaving something else in its place near the back of the broken case. Laughing to herself, the blonde walked away from the scene of the crime, twirling the cane in her left hand.
"Thanks for the gum," the thief told the blonde European man as she placed the stolen cane in the hand that was reaching for his mouth, flecks of glass stuck in the wooden object. "And thank you for showing up," the thief added, pausing in front of the sexy frozen blonde girl she'd stripped first. With aggressive passion the thief wrapped her arms around the frozen girl's hips, her hands squeezing her butt as she kissed the woman's neck. The thief had the urge to do more but knew it would be a bad idea. "I hope we meet again," the thief whispered into the blonde's ear as she walked away, her lone footsteps becoming more and more distant.
For the thief, her handiwork had taken a significant portion of an hour, but for everyone else in the museum the interlude lasted less than a pico-second. Just as suddenly as time had appeared to stop it started up again. After a moment, the tour group started letting lose screams of shock and fear for a lost of modesty, eyes growing to the size of saucers as people saw the amount of exposure before them. The middle-aged woman cried out as her children ran into her chest, causing them all to fall over in a big heap. The brown-haired European man was effectively the only member of the tour group smiling, his companion rubbing his sore mouth as he'd tried to eat the cane that had appeared in his hand. The nude people quickly attempted to grab their lost clothing and cover their naked shame as the museum's security alarm blared, letting everyone know that a display case had been disturbed. In the blink of an eye, Room 78 of the Egyptian Museum had gone from humdrum order to utter chaos.
Egyptian Museum, Cairo, Egypt
Baffling was an understatement for what they were seeing on the security monitor. One second everything was normal, the next everything had changed; there were alarms going off with people panicking and moving frantically around. The tour guide and other visitors had gone from dressed to naked or barely clothed in a blink an eye. The guards and police had watched the tape over and over again for about thirty minutes now hoping to see something, but amidst the chaos that ensued after an uneventful tour it was impossible. The theft had been ruled as “an act from an unknown organized crime syndicate” by the Egyptian police and outside help was sought out immediately, given the nature of the evidence or lack thereof presented. A group of five Interpol special agents arrived within twenty-four hours of the theft to take over the investigation. The local police, relieved for the help, stepped aside and let the professionals handle it as they eagerly waited for a possible explanation from their international friends.
“One more time,” Special Agent Cassandra Flick asked, leaning closer to the monitor. She was sitting next to the operator to get the best view of what was going on but it wasn’t helping, as she didn’t have the foggiest clue what had happened.
“This is pointless; we’re not getting anything out this!” Special Agent Tasia Spiro blurted in frustration, running her hands through her long curly red hair and stepping away from the back of security monitors to rest her eyes. Tasia had come in from Greece and the short flight had not been friendly to her as she could feel the results on her body. The heat outside was not helping much either.
“Just relax, everything comes into light with patience,” Special Agent Hui Lan suggested with a friendly smile to her fellow team member. Hui could not put together what was going on the monitor either, but she knew if one waited and knew what they were looking for an answer would surely come.
Tasia took a drink from her bottled water sitting on a nearby table in the middle of the cramped security monitoring room, which was packed by security personnel, local police officers and her three team members. A police officer saw the stress and frustration across the undercover specialist's face and offered his seat at the table for her. She smiled at him and accepted. Sitting down, Tasia took a deep breath to regain her composure. This was not her thing, standing around and waiting for something to appear. She would rather go undercover some place and find information out through that manner instead. The heat in Egypt was not helping her mood either since, like two of her team members, she was dressed in business-pants suit with a light blouse, her gun holstered on her right hip and an ID badge draped around her neck. Agent Lan, however, was in a cute sun dress, which looked great on her short frame. The hem of the dress stopped just over the weapons specialist’s bare knees and lightly hung off her bare shoulders by spaghetti straps. An ID badge suspended from her neck was the only thing on her showing that she was an Interpol agent. Tasia wondered where Hui kept her gun as she looked over the form-flattering dress. “I wish I'd worn a dress today,” Tasia said with grin, looking at Hui up and down.
Hui smiled in return and hopped onto the table gracefully, sitting on the edge. She had to rest her eyes from the monitors too. If anyone could figure out what was going on those monitors it was Flick and Lucienne Christophe, their team chiefs. Both women, Flick being from the United Kingdom and Christophe being from France, were the leaders of the team and senior agents. Like Cassandra, Lucienne stared at the monitor intently for the hundredth time that day.
Loud rock music and flashing lights broke Lucienne’s concentration as she turned to a small TV that some guards had gathered around, having lost their workstations to the visiting authorities. It was a commercial for Stone Enterprises, a growing corporation that was spreading globally from the United States. The company dealt with travel, through air, sea, and on rail as well as shipping. Popular icon and daughter of Philip Stone, founder of the multi-billion dollar company was now heiress to the company after her father’s retirement. Erika Stone was featured prominently in the commercial, dressed in fashionable clothes as always, the gorgeous shapely blonde flaunting her looks as she advertised her company’s global growth.
“Typical rich American; you have everything but you still want more,” Tasia observed in disgust at the commercial.
Lucienne looked sternly at the security guard that operated the TV. He quickly turned it down. She then looked back at Tasia and Hui with a softer look. Hui simply smiled; her usual response when anyone looked at her.
Tasia looked as if she was a child getting caught stealing candy. She was the newest member of the team and she didn’t want to get on the bad side of her superiors. From other agents she knew Lucienne was tough French woman who had been injured in the line of duty twice while serving with the Paris PD. “Sorry, Agent Christophe,” muttered Tasia.
Lucienne grinned at her charge warmly, walking over to the table. “Nothing to be sorry about mon cheri,” the team leader said in her thick and cute French accent. “That arrogant brat will probably run her father’s company into the ground anyways,” Lucienne added with a smile. She could see the stress on the rookie's face, being an undercover specialist subjected to reviewing a surveillance video that she herself had no idea what to make of either. Lucienne turned to a nearby man dressed in a suit, as he was the leading inspector. “Inspector, could you assist Agent Spiro here in looking over the interview transcripts of the visitors and the tour guide?”
“Of course,” The Inspector replied. He needed to get out the room since he'd had enough of that confounded surveillance video.
“Go with the Inspector Tasia and see if you can find out anything from the visitors,” The French agent ordered. "And when you report back, to me please call me Lucienne," the senior agent added with a quick grin, patting the younger agent on the shoulder with a reassuring grin.
“Yes, Agent Chris… I mean Lucienne,” Tasia said happily, standing up and following the Inspector out of the room. She was happy to be out of that room even if it meant being in the heat.
“Hui,” Lucienne said, turning to the Chinese agent who hopped off the table happily. Hui was the shortest member on the team but by far the deadliest as she was crossed-trained in every gun known to man and skilled martial artist as well. Her calm and happy exterior would easily deceive anyone who did not know her. “Help Cassandra with the video,” Lucienne requested and then whispered, “Make sure she doesn’t go crazy looking over it.”
“As you wish, Lucienne,” Hui said with a smile, walking over to stand behind the second-in-command and putting her delicate but deadly hands on the taller woman’s shoulders.
“Cassandra, I’m going up to see how Marika is doing; you and Hui keep checking out that video,” Lucienne said as she turned to leave the room. “This time, go frame by frame…”
“Play it once more,” Cassandra ordered wearily as she and Hui looked over at the monitor.
Special Agent Marika Heino from Finland stood by the broken glass case, her bag of tools at her feet. Her gloved hands carefully examined the shards of glass for any clue while her colleagues had huddled over the surveillance video. The video still made no sense to Marika, since she was the team’s forensic expert and she had examined Room 78, the scene of the crime. The tall blonde Baltic agent had not found anything remotely close to solving the case yet, but remained calm knowing that the bad guys always messed up and she would be there to catch them.
Lucienne's heels click-clacked loudly as she approached Room 78, which was blocked off from the rest of the museum by police tape. The posted uniform guard, seeing her smartly dressed with the visible hump on her right hip under her jacket and the Interpol ID badge around her neck, lifted the tape for her to cross under. Room 78 remained untouched aside from the remaining clothes that were scattered all over the marble floor, which had to be picked up of course for the visitors’ sakes. The clothes that had already been removed were then later collected by the Egyptian police to be more closely examined for clues by lab technicians. There was white finger-printing powder everywhere: along the walls, on railings and near display cases. Lucienne followed the trail of white powder to her forensic expert and she found Marika near the broken case where the gold statue was taken from. She stood a good five feet behind the blonde specialist, seeing that she was concentrating intently. Lucienne had been working with Marika for over a year and while she was probably the smartest person the chief knew in forensic science, Marika however could really get into her work and when disturbed would almost violently lash out at whoever had disturbed her, regardless of rank. Lucienne had been at the receiving end of one of these outbursts once and knew better not to disturb the tall blonde.
“I’m pretty much done,” Marika stated in her thick accent, not turning around.
“Do you have anything?” Lucienne asked, approaching the case while crossing her arms and looking at the taller woman. Marika was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt, her shoulder-length straight blonde hair tied back and held together by bobby pins.
Marika looked up tiredly at her reddish-brown-haired boss. “Nothing good," Marika admitted. "There are a few hundred fingerprints around in this room but there are none in the case. The cane I looked at earlier has the old man’s prints, his wife's, one of the male visitor’s and one odd print that is too smudged for me to identify. I am sorry, my friend, but I have nothing. I may get something from the clothes but that is slim. We are dealing with a professional here.”
Lucienne looked around before scratching the back of her head. She had no idea what was going on or how it was possible for what happened to really happen at all. Sighing and looking around the white-powder covered room she muttered a curse to herself in her native tongue.
Seeing her boss’s frustration, Marika remembered the one clue she had just found when she first examined the case. “I forgot; I did find this resting in the case in place of the stolen statuette when we first arrived,” Marika said, handing her boss a clear plastic evidence bag which had some coins and printed paper in it that looked like money.
Lucienne looked at the contents carefully and knew what it was almost immediately, “Francs?” Lucienne said in surprise. "What is old French currency doing here?"
Cairo International Airport, Cairo, Egypt
The crowded airport restroom was comfortably quiet for the thief from the museum. As a matter of fact, since she'd stopped time she hadn't even bothered to close the stall door, thus a teenage Egyptian girl stood frozen in front of her, her fixed gaze locked on the thief as she cleaned up after herself. "Ah... much better," declared the blonde, standing up and pulling up her black silk underwear and white mini-skirt. Since the robbery the girl had taken the time to change clothes so she'd be impossible to recognize, even though she had been wearing a coverup and wig before she'd stopped time at the museum.
Leaving the stall behind, the thief slid a stick of pink bubble gum into her mouth and saw none of the sinks were free. Three women hogged the sinks, and only one of which was actually in the process of using one, or had been when the thief had stopped time. The woman at the sink on the right was a pampered-looking thirty-year-old Caucasian woman with her red hair set in a business woman's bun, her suit consisting of a leopard-colored jacket, white blouse and black skirt. The woman was leaning over the sink and looking at herself closely in the mirror, her right hand holding pink lipstick to her face, mere centimeters away from touching her lips. The woman's left hand was away from her body, her palm up and her fingers slightly spread apart. The middle sink was occupied by an older Egyptian woman who the thief figured was about fifty; she had black hair with several streaks of gray in it and somewhat saggy skin. The woman wore a light yellow sundress with no sleeves but was fairly plain; she stood with her index fingers pulling down the skin under her eyes for some reason. Finally there was a young Egyptian woman in a sleeveless white blouse and blue shorts, her short hair combed back behind her ears, her hands actually in the sink as water spilled forth from the tap onto her hands, though it currently looked like the water was a molded acrylic instead of liquid.
"I think this color would suit you better elsewhere," the thief said with a grin, plucking the lipstick from the businesswoman's hand. Gently the blonde pulled the living mannequin back from the unused sink, dragging her on the heels of her flat leather shoes. Once there was a gap between the woman and the sink, the gum-chewer got in front of her and quickly drew on the woman's forehead, writing the word 'BITCH' in pink lipstick. "Wow, nice rack!" exclaimed the thief as she finished unbuttoning the businesswoman's blouse, revealing a black bra that could barely contain her C-cup breasts. The blonde was surprised that the fullness was only a C-cup as she could of sworn they were D-cups. After kissing the woman's cleavage the blond removed her jacket, blouse and bra, leaving them in the toilet that she'd just used, which she hadn't yet flushed. Finally she pulled down the woman’s skirt and thong, though she didn't move them from her ankles. "You're talented with a razor too," observed the gum-chewer as she rubbed the businesswoman's crotch before sticking the lipstick in it.
The blonde ignored the saggy older woman, instead casually tipping her over and laying her on the floor. The thief however couldn't resist pulling down the shorts of the other cute Egyptian woman, proceeding to kiss the woman's lower cheeks for a minute until the gum in her mouth reminded her that she couldn't fool around. "Thanks for the water sexy," The blond told the unhearing woman as she used chunks of the frozen water to wet her hands, rubbing her hands along the side of the sculpture and then drying them with a paper towel. Instead of putting the towel in the garbage however the blond dropped it in between the breasts of the woman who was washing her hands, causing her bra and shirt to become extremely damp and fail to hide anything underneath. "You'd kick butt at a contest on spring break," the gum-chewer said softly as she kissed the neck of the frozen woman.
Finished having fun, the blonde exited the bathroom and walked into the terminal, at which point time resumed. The blonde only smiled as she heard surprised shrieks coming from the bathroom.
"All passengers for flight 435 to Paris, France, this is your final boarding call," announced a airline agent over the PA system. Hearing this, the blonde hurried to the gate so she wouldn't miss her flight.
The Louvre, Paris, France
Room 6 of the Louvre's Denon Wing was the home to one of the most famous paintings in the world: The Mona Lisa by Leonardo DaVinci. Millions of people came from all over the world to see this painting, even if they weren't big on art otherwise. Naturally at any given time during the open hours of the world-renowned French museum there were at least forty people in the same room as the famous painting, though it wasn't the only canvas in the vast square room. Over twenty people were gathered around the small archway on one side of the room, which was protected by glass as well as a red roped divider similar to the types seen at movie theaters, behind which appeared the Mona Lisa itself. Many people had cameras raised; some were just looking, some were looking at pamphlets and maps. The room, however, was totally silent and still; only one person was moving among the bundled collection of human statues.
"Tight squeeze," muttered the blonde thief, chewing a piece of punk bubble gum as she looked around the frozen crowd. She was at the front, a thin black digital camera in her hands while she wore a red strapless dress, black heels and a red sun hat with a large brim as well as movie star sunglasses, her black purse around her right arm.
Carefully, the thief slid her camera into her purse and then looked to her left where a Chinese tourist stood with her fancy silver camera in front of her eyes. The woman was in her early twenties and wore a white shirt with a picture of William Shakespeare on it, along with Hawaiian shorts, her hair hanging long and loose with a pair of pink clips on top. "I guess tacky isn't limited to Americans," sighed the gum-chewer as she pulled the camera away from the girl's hands, dropping it to the floor and letting the extended black lens break off. "You're on vacation, you should be having some hot action," the blonde told the frozen Asian girl as she knocked over the divider with a casual push, causing the metal poles to clatter to the ground just like the camera. "Come on, I'll introduce you to something new," the gum-chewer said as she wrapped her arms around the Chinese girl's waist from the front, lifting her up and carrying her over to the security guard on the left of the glass. The guard was a tall brunette wearing the standard white buttoned shirt, black tie, black pants and heavy security belt, his hair short and little more than a crew-cut. The blonde carefully put the girl down in front of the guard and, using some small scissors from her purse, cut open the back of the girl's shirt as well as her bra. The blonde then raised the girl's arms above her head and peeled off her upper body clothing, leaving her bare-chested form directly in front of the security guard.
"Not bad, but you're not exactly making me hot here," the thief observed as she circled the frozen girl, pinching her nipples a couple of times as she did so. "Let’s lose the shorts." Once again making use of her scissors, the blonde removed the Chinese woman's tacky tourist shorts and large panties, leaving her naked except for her socks and running shoes while her hands were still above her head. The gum-chewer then proceeded to run her tongue up from the woman's bush all the way to her belly-button. "Tastes good, but I'll probably be hungry again in an hour," moaned the thief, making a tastelessly racist remark. The blond then positioned the girl so she was leaning against the security guard, his pants dropped and his heart-covered boxers around his knees, her arms around his back, his open lips pressed against hers as his hands squeezed her butt. "I doubt you'll stay soft for long like that," the blond assured the guard as she pulled an extendable baton from his belt. With a violent swing the blond shattered the glass protecting the Mona Lisa and tossed the weapon aside. The thief's chewing became more rapid as she picked up the famous painting and carried it out from its alcove.
On the other side of the room was a couple in their fifties, both possessing gray hair; the man posed holding a map of the museum in his hands as his wife looked over his left side at it. "Lets give you something nicer to look at," suggested the thief, pulling away the map and replacing it with the Mona Lisa. The blonde then quickly hurried back to where the painting had originally been stored and took the pistols from the two guards' belts, placing one in the hands of the wife and tucking the other into the waistband of the husband. "A real Bonnie and Clyde," laughed the blonde, rubbing the balding man's head as she walked back to the original location of the now-stolen painting.
The other guard possessed a shaved head but had a thick black mustache. "You should be searching dangerous women for drugs and bombs," suggested the blonde, selecting a stylish French woman who was probably around twenty-seven from the crowd. The woman wore a black blouse with short sleeves as well as long white pants and gray heels, her hair cropped short slightly above her shoulders but with spiky tips. This woman had been standing with her left arm across her stomach, her right elbow resting in the palm of her hand, her index finger and thumb cupped around her chin. The gum-chewer stripped the frozen blonde on the spot, tearing her clothing into strips and tossing them onto other members of the frozen crowd. Once the woman was relieved of her clothes the thief placed the woman's hands at her sides so she was standing at attention and gently lowered her to the floor by her shoulders. Once the woman was laying, down the gum-chewer removed the blonde's shoes and threw them aside, then stood the woman up again. Next the thief carried the blonde over to the second security guard and placed her body so her back was to him.
"Before I continue, let me have a taste," the thief said seductively as she opened the woman's mouth and kissed her passionately, careful not to lose her gum like she nearly had a couple of days previously in Cairo. "Mmm... he's a lucky man," moaned the gum-chewer as she bent the frozen blonde over at the waist, placing her hands on her knees. The thief then walked the bald guard forward and placed his left hand over the bent-over blonde's womanhood, his fingers even penetrating. The man's right hand held his baton, not extended, which the thief had placed to be sticking in the blonde's rear end. "I feel like I'm watching a movie on Lifetime," laughed the thief as she kissed the compromised blonde on the cheek and walked away.
"I think that will do it," giggled the blonde, looking over the frozen tableaux in the room one last time. The Chinese girl was naked and making out with the one guard, the French woman was being probed by the other one, an elderly couple held the Mona Lisa and the guns that belonged to the guards, plus the crowd around the now-empty alcove had scraps of clothing scattered all over them. The thief was a bit disappointed that only two women in the room were worthy of being stripped, at least in her eyes, as the rest were either in their forties or above. Shrugging, the blonde jauntily walked out of the room.
A minute later, at least from the perspective of the thief, time was no longer stopped. As the crowd panicked at the disappearance of the painting the elderly man dropped the painting that had appeared in his hands, shocked to the point of having saucer-shaped eyes. His wife, meanwhile, didn't seem to notice she was holding a gun as she looked down at the dropped painting in surprise as well. The brown-haired guard pulled back from the Chinese girl for a moment but, as the gum-chewer had predicted, his quickly found himself not caring about the world around him, nor did the woman as the pair fell to the floor and began to kiss passionately as if possessed. The bald guard was desperately apologizing to the naked blonde woman as she shrieked and even began to sob as she covered her shame, the man tearing off his own shirt to cover her exposed body as a few people with cameras continued to take pictures. Alarms blared and more guards rushed to the scene, several filing past the smiling blonde in red with the big hat.
The blonde couldn’t help but to laugh out loud as the dozen or so security guards surrounded the elderly couple with guns drawn. The look of shock and fear on the couple’s face was priceless as they slowly raised their hands to the armed guards. More guards and other staff members had arrived to control the crowd and gain back some order. The blonde silently chewed her gum and even blew a bubble as she watched the drama unfold, playing the part of a confused bystander. Two more guards came to assist the bald guard with the naked French woman, whose face was beet red and was sobbing in shame now. They ushered her out of the room quickly. Amidst the chaos the blonde had not noticed that naked Chinese girl and the other guard had ducked off somewhere. She laughed to herself at the thought. “You really should pay me for that; just think of the story of how you two met," The blonde said to herself as she turned around to look at painting that she was now standing in front of, people rushed in and out of the room without noticing her presence. "Ah… love, such a wonderful thing.” She took in the beautiful detail of the painting, which depicted a wedding feast. Lovely, she thought to herself, snapping her gum with her teeth. There was still noise and chaos around her and the room was starting to feel warm with all the activity.
“I think that should be enough this time,” She said to herself as everything around her went quiet as if someone watching the scene had hit the mute button. The only thing the blonde heard was the chewing of her gum. She turned around to look at the mass of frozen people; there were tourists, security guards, and staff mixed into the crowd now. The scene looked as chaotic as it was when it had been moving. There were people pointing, shouting, gesturing, a million actions all happening at once and they were now frozen before her. Smiling, the blonde fished her camera from her purse and took a snapshot of the sight, laughing to herself as she walked out of the room.
The Louvre had become a sort of a wax museum now, was silent and empty. The lone moving blonde walked among the quiet atmosphere with its suspended tourists and staff all around her. Right when she turned the corner at the double doors of the room she stooped in her tracks, coming face-to-face with a staff member and security guard. Both were female, the staff member appearing to be in her mid-twenties with long dark curly hair, sharp facial features and pretty green eyes behind wire-framed glasses. Her face held a look of shock and disbelief. She was dressed in a navy blazer with a white blouse underneath and a knee length navy skirt over nylon-covered legs and black pumps. She was in mid-stride and looked like she had been walking briskly to the chaotic scene before the blonde had again stopped time.
The security guard next to the staff member was posed in the same motion. She wore a uniform much like her male counterparts, only hers was fit more nicely around her body and showed off her womanly curves. She was a dark-skinned woman with close-cropped hair and a skinny face with high cheekbones. She held a walkie-talkie up to her mouth as she walked. The blonde looked the security guard and the staff member up and down and grinned from ear to ear. “Lovers?”
Then chewing her gum quickly, the blonde grabbed the radio from the female security guard’s hand and tossed it aside, causing it to hit the ground and gave a brief squawk as it broke. She then ripped open the guard’s shirt, sending buttons flying. The guard had a white t-shirt on underneath. The blonde removed her scissors once again from her purse and went to work. She cut the rest of the uniform shirt and t-shirt from the guard’s body, leaving a dark blue bra remaining to hold the guard’s fairly large breasts. The blonde groped them while chewing her gum quickly, slowing down after catching herself. Kneeling, she removed the guard’s belt and then jerked the trousers down to her ankles. Smooth dark legs and blue panties presented themselves to the blonde trickster. Licking her lips, she rubbed her palms down the guard’s legs. The gum-chewer pushed the guard down on to her back, her legs and arms remaining stiff and in the same position they were in when she was standing. The blonde straightened out the guard’s legs and removed her pants, socks and shoes.
Leaving the guard on the ground, the blonde began to strip the other staff member with her scissors, making quick work of her uniform and soon the dark-haired staffer stood before her dressed only in matching green bra, panties, and a pair of nude pantyhose. The blonde, chewing her gum carefully, kissed the staffer sensuously on the lips and removed her glasses. She then laid the dark-haired woman down and stripped the rest of her clothing off with the help of her scissors, leaving the staffer now lying naked beside the guard.
The thief straddled the security guard at her hips. She threw off her own summer hat and leaned forward, kissing the dark-skinned suspended woman on her stiff lips. With her scissors she cut off the woman’s remaining undergarments, rendering her nude. The blonde's chewing increased as she ran her hands freely over the guard’s body, caressing everything. “Oh…” the blonde moaned as she lay over the naked security guard, wishing she could do more but thought better of it as she got off the stiffened woman. “So hot…” she muttered, looking down at both naked museum employees. “As lovers should be!” she exclaimed as she grabbed hold of both women and began to pose them.
Minutes later the blonde put her sun hat back on and shouldered her purse. The two naked women were locked in a lovers' embrace, with their naked limbs wrapped around one another and stiff lips interlocking. “Just lovely…maybe you two will hit it off like the other two,” The thief remarked as she walked on.
As the thief moved through the silent Louvre, she toyed with her scissors some more as she walked past other tourists; soon there was a trail of naked tourists leading from Room 6 down the Long Gallery and to Room 77 where at last she spotted what she had come for. Chewing her gum, the blonde thief snipped off the last of a flower dress of a red-haired tourist, leaving her standing in her panties with her large breasts hanging freely in front of her. “Now that’s perhaps the nicest pair of tits that I have seen today,” The thief added, pinching the tourist’s pink nipples.
The blonde blew a pink bubble as she approached the center display, which housed a fourteen inch gold statue of a Greek Goddess Aphrodite. The statuette sat on a marble podium that was roped off by red velvet ropes suspended from brass poles. The blond stepped over the ropes and scooped up the statue, admiring its beauty before stuffing it into her purse. She hopped back over the ropes playfully and snapped her gum loudly as she proceeded to head towards the exit. "Oh, maybe a detour is in order," realized the blonde, feeling her stomach rumble. With a change of plans the thief headed for the food court.
The blonde took a deep breath as she entered the food court. She was expecting to smell the sweet smell of famous French pastries but instead got nothing but a nose full of stale air. Oh I forgot, thought the blonde as she walked, failing to remember that the Louvre's food court was more like the type you'd find in a mall. Like Room 6, the food court was quite full and there seemed to be more kids than adults. “Little brats…” she muttered to herself, walking around the silent food court. She was glad that she had stopped time, as just by looking around the crowded food court she knew the commotion would have given her a massive migraine. She looked at the different stands around the large room, searching for anything that caught her attention. Most of the stands had long lines in front of them. “Commoner food…” she muttered distastefully, staring at the lines. Even though lines did not really matter to her, she still wanted something different from what everyone else was having.
Then she saw it, sitting off by itself in the far corner of the court, a pastry stand. “Yum…” she said happily as she made her way to the stand. The small glass sample case that sat on the corner of the stand held several delicious-looking bread treats. The blonde leaned over the counter, eying the case’s contents. Her stomach growled once more, “Just a second,” she cooed, rubbing her belly.
There was a single employee standing behind the counter, a dark-haired girl with big brown eyes who looked to be about eighteen or so and quite cute. The girl was dressed in a short-sleeved t-shirt over a pair of tight-fitting jeans. A pink apron that matched the color scheme of the stand covered her clothes. The blonde blew a pink gum bubble, looking over the dark-haired girl who leaned over the counter, resting on her elbows her face which bore a bored and sleepy look. The blonde took another look at the pastries in the case once more before she walked behind the counter with her scissors out.
“I think you’ll get more business from this variation; not only are you cute, but you have a hot bod too!” The blond said as she ate a strawberry-filled crepe while sitting on the counter. The lone employee was now completely naked, her clothes in shreds behind the stand. The undressed girl sat on the counter top next to the blonde with her bare legs crossed at the knees, her hands behind her and flat on the counter top supporting her leaned back stiff frame with rounded brown-tipped breasts thrust outward. Her head was thrown back with her brown hair hanging off her head. The girl’s face a bore an overly happy expression with a wide smile showing her white teeth; her brown eyes were wide in shock. The blonde looked over at her statue-like naked companion as she finished her crepe, taking in the girl’s glorious figure. “Thanks for the crepe,” the blond said as she wiped her lips with a napkin from the counter. "It could have used a bit of whipping cream through." The thief flipped over the counter and dug around underneath it until she found a can of what she was hoping to find. After giving the can a shake, the blonde climbed back onto the counter and sprayed whipping cream across the top of the frozen employee's breasts. "You dirty little thing," joked the blonde as she proceeded to lick up the rich and creamy dairy product, having extra fun running her tongue down the woman's cleavage. "Mmm... and a little sugar would be perfect on top," added the blonde seductively as she planted as kiss on the woman's lips, a hard thing to do with her smile so big. The thief then fished out a bottle of Avion water from the stand's beverage cooler and took a sip as she scanned the suspended scene ahead of her.
She spotted a blonde young couple close to her, where the woman had her mouth open about to eat a forkful of salad, which was stuck on the utensil in front of her face. There was a group of children being supervised by four nuns near the couple. The blond grinned evilly as she put her bottled water away in her purse and stuck another piece of gum into her mouth. “Well, gotta run love…” The blonde said to the naked employee, kissing her breast once more before leaping off the counter top.
The gum-chewing thief moved first to the male blonde and stood the man up from his seated position, her scissors cutting his tan slacks from his waist and pulling his boxers down around his ankles. She smiled to herself at the male’s manhood as it was quite impressive, and she would had taken a taste if she was into that. Smiling brightly, she moved to the blonde woman and pulled the fork from her hand, sitting the woman onto her knees while her upper body remained unchanged. She then cut the woman’s blouse and bra from her body, unmasking a pair of large pink-nippled round breasts. The unfrozen blonde fondled and kissed both orbs before pushing the frozen blonde to sit in front of her male counterpart. At that point the thief realized that the man and the woman before her looked very similar, as if related by blood. “Oh well…” the blonde said smiling as she inserted the man’s member into the woman’s open mouth, her hand now holding his reproductive organ instead of a fork with one hand. The thief kissed the woman on the cheek and ate some of her salad before moving on.
Other patrons around the blonde couple fell victim to the thief’s scissors and children ended up with their food smeared about their faces. Uneaten food ended up tossed to the floor; by the time the thief was back where she started, the food court floor was a custodial nightmare. She walked around the group of children who were all dressed in black and white school uniforms and ranged from six to eight years old. She looked over the table they sat at and started tossing food about, hitting children in the face and messing up their clean-pressed uniforms. Eying the nuns, three of them looked like they were in their sixties and the blonde cringed thinking how their old bodies would look without their gowns, habit, and white bib collars. The fourth nun looked to be the youngest, perhaps in her late thirties or early forties, and she had a pretty face beneath her habit, or as pretty as a woman who didn't believe in make-up could pull off. The blonde walked up to the younger nun, looking her in her green eyes as she chewed her gum. She leaned forward, kissing the nun over her stiff pink lips and pulled off the habit, jerking the bib collar from around her neck. The nun had red hair tied back into bun and looked much better without the habit. “Oh sweet!” the blonde exclaimed excitedly. Grabbing the nun around her waist, she dragged her away from table.
Using her scissors the thief made quick work of the long-sleeved black gown and was surprised to see the nun had nothing under the shapeless gown but a pair of dark pantyhose which were quickly cut off, rendering the nun nude. The thief kissed and fondled the nun’s decent breasts and womanhood before posing her naked stiff body to stand at attention with eyes shut and palms together in prayer. The thief dressed the naked nun only in a pair her black pumps from another woman and her habit.
"I really should be going, but I think I'll do that lovely girl a favor," the thief decided, glancing over at where she'd left the pastry girl exposed. Moving quickly, the thief proceeded to extract several hundred Francs and Euros from people's wallets, stuffing them into a paper bag she'd gotten from another stand. When the bag was filled with cash, the thief carried it over to the pastry stand and opened the register, dumping the contents into it. "It's only fair, since you'll probably get fired," offered the blonde, leaning over and kissing the dark-haired girl's left toes from smallest to biggest. Her stomach satisfied, her fun finished, and her theft completed, the blond decided to take a bow before exiting the Louvre.
* * *
"Merde," muttered Lucienne to herself as she afterward stood in Room 77 of the Louvre, the rest of her team present as well as local key figures, which included members of the National Police and members of the museum staff. The situation in one of the most famous museums of her home country went far beyond chaotic in the Interpol agent's mind. The Louvre, it seemed, was now the definition for utter insanity.
First there was the Mona Lisa, which had fortunately not been damaged during the events following it somehow being removed from its protected area, apparently by an elderly couple no less. Still since it had been snatched, even if it had been recovered, the museum curator had decided that it should be put in storage for some time to avoid another incident. The elderly couple were being interrogated by Cassandra and Tasia, but everyone seemed to doubt they'd actually stolen it, even though they also had the guns from the two security guards. On the subject of the guards, both were given reprimands, the senior guard more so than his partner because the woman he'd apparently violated was pressing charges. The other guard and his new lover, however, were going out on the town once they were free to leave. Everyone in the room at the time of the incident was returned their money, asked to say nothing of the incident, and released.
The other big issue was the large amount of full body exposure that had occurred through the Long Gallery and several other rooms. The food court was a disaster by itself, the kids from the private schools and one of their teachers had endured too much today. In an instant, according to the security tapes, several tourists had lost their clothes. Since almost all the removed clothing had been destroyed the police had some jumpsuits brought in and the museum would pay for the cost of the clothing. The expensive day for the Louvre was worsened by an assistant tour manager and one of their guards engaging in intercourse in a public area, just like the young male guard and the Chinese tourist had. It was hard to tell if either one was attracted to the other, but Lucienne didn't care about the romantic escapades of a couple of possible lesbians. A priceless statuette had been stolen, another solid gold one no less, so Lucienne and her team had naturally been called in.
Finally there had also been an incident at the food court, which had involved what appeared to be a large amount of pick-pocketing. More public nudity had also come up, with a nun being one of the people exposed no less. Food had also been scattered in all directions as if everyone's meal had exploded simultaneously, causing armloads of children to cry while adults attempted to cover up the indecent individuals. Supposedly one girl had been fired from her job at a dessert stand, but the other nuns had been too wrapped up in what appeared to be an incest episode to worry about one of their own being naked in public.
"The rolling stone gathers no moss," muttered Hui as she looked over the room. Guards were posted at all the entrances and exits, the curator and the senior staff as well as a pair of local detectives was standing near by to where the statuette had been on display, talking amongst themselves as Marika examined the podium. "It hasn't been three days and we have another crime just like the one in Cairo," Hui continued, looking around. "Both involved the theft of tiny statues too, both of which depicted goddesses. There was again a misdirection too; at least that's what we're assuming with the Mona Lisa incident."
"Either way, the statue was definitely one of the things they came for, if not the only thing," Lucienne observed, taking a drink from the cup of tea a member of the museum had brought her earlier. "Because the two items were both depicting females I'd say it's more likely that whoever planned this out, if there's more than one person involved, is female. How they're doing these thefts, I have no idea, but to pull off two big crimes like this in such a short period of time they must have had everything planned out weeks ago."
"Lucienne, we just got a message from Cairo!" shouted Tasia, the gorgeous woman sprinting into the room fairly well in spite of wearing a tight skirt and heels. The rookie agent handed a piece of paper to her superior.
"A brunette was unaccounted for in a tour group?" read Lucienne, examining the paper her teammate had given her. "A Barbara Gordon, huh? So either this Barbara was in on the crime or she's been kidnapped by the thieves. Either way we should check the fingerprint database once we get some prints to analyze."
"I wouldn't bother," observed Hui, chuckling and shaking her head. "The name Barbara Gordon is probably an alias; that was the name of the original Batgirl in the Batman comic books. A picture would serve us better than that name."
"Cassandra finished the interrogation and is running the name," Tasia announced. "Even if it is fake and not a coincidence, it may still be on a passport or something."
"What was Miss Flick's opinion on the older couple?" asked Lucienne, handing the paper back to Tasia.
"She thinks they're innocent, especially since they've already found only one set of fingerprints on the gun the husband had, and they belong to the guard," continued Tasia, going over everything that had happened moments ago out of the room. "They're going to be held by the local police for a bit longer until we can finish processing the crime scenes."
"I found something!" shouted Marika, causing Hui, Lucienne and Tasia to quickly hurry over to the podium. Marika had dusted the entire stone object, searching for prints, and had just finished lifting some as her three teammates gathered around. Beside her there was an evidence bag, which Lucienne picked up by the top.
"Money again?" muttered Lucienne, confused, looking at the contents. "British pounds this time, and a lot of them, unlike the Francs..."
"I think that’s an intentional clue," declared Marika as she finished procuring the fingerprints and handed the collected items off to a local crime-scene investigator. "We found Francs in Cairo, and then there was a theft here, in France. The pounds might mean that the next theft will occur in the UK, probably the capital, if the pattern is followed."
"If you're right that means we should hurry over to London before it's too late!" exclaimed Tasia, worried that they might fail to catch the thief if they didn't hurry.
"I'll need to present this to the head office before I can clear that, but that shouldn't take more than a couple of hours," Lucienne announced, agreeing with Tasia's outburst. "Marika, send those fingerprints to the home office for analysis." Just then Cassandra arrived and Lucienne briefed her.
"If the theory we have is right, then I'm willing to bet they'll be going for the crown jewels," Cassandra realized. "I've sent out information on our Barbara Gordon, but I doubt that will do us much good, even with the photos we have of her. I just got word from the Cairo police that a wig was found outside the museum that looks exactly like the hair color our possible thief had. We'd better hope those fingerprints give us something, but it could take days for us to get a match, if not weeks."
"In the meantime our mystery thief could steal half of the world's statues," sighed Lucienne. "Let’s get moving on this, Cassandra."
"Yes, we can't afford to gather moss either," agreed Hui, who was standing with the pair as they talked while Tasia and Marika had moved on.
* * *
Hotel De Blois Paris, France
The hotel was just ten minutes from the Eiffel tower and the penthouse suite sat at the top of the hotel, giving a scenic view of the tower and the great city of Paris below. The thief was naked now but covered by foaming soft white bubbles as she lay in a gold and brass trimmed hot tub fit for royalty. Her long tanned legs stuck out from the bubbles and were propped up on the edge of the tub, crossed at the ankles. At the end of the tub the thief rested her neck on the terry towel with her head thrown back, Her blonde hair tied up in a fancy but simple loose bun. A sparkling champagne bottle on ice in a gold-plated bowl sat near her along with an elegant crystal glass with fizzing gold liquid filled halfway. The blonde’s eyes were closed as she moaned in comfort. It felt good to be out of the chaotic Louvre.
Looking at the time on a golden wall clock, the thief saw it was time to get out; any longer she’ll look three times her age, pretty much being a walking tan prune. She pulled her sexy shapely legs back under the bubbled water, pulling the drain plug and stood upright. Her marvelous naked body reflected off a body-length mirror at the far side of the spacious bathroom. She stepped out of the huge hot tub and grabbed a nearby terry towel off a hanger to dry her body. With the moist towel tossed aside the thief slipped on a thin black silk robe that fell just under her womanhood, contrasting well with her bronze complexion. She then tied the silken belt around her waist before picking up her glass of bubbly and leaving the bathroom.
She had only made it halfway down the hall when she heard a shuffling and could sense that she was not alone. At first fear set in; a natural reaction for a single woman like her being alone in a hotel room, but that lasted only for a second as her ability took over. Everything went silent and still, the humming of the AC was gone, the sounds outside her open window ceased and most importantly the shuffling stopped. The blonde crept down the hallway on her red-painted tippy-toes, even though it wasn’t needed it was just a reaction. She took another sip from her wine before turning the corner, her fear dissipating and turning to anger as she saw a hotel maid hunched over her purse with her wallet in the maid’s hands. Like everything else, the maid was frozen in place.
The maid was perhaps twenty-one at most, her brunette hair tied into a little bun at the back of head with a white bow at the top. She wore a tight black uniform dress with the hem sitting at her knees, a white apron tied around her waist, her legs covered in nude nylons and she stood in a pair of white sneakers. The thief put her wine glass down hard on the table next to her purse and grabbed the maid by the chin, turning her head to face her. The maid had green eyes and dark red lips. She was an attractive girl. Motionless, she looked like a high-fashion mannequin.
“You little whore!” the blond yelled angrily and loudly as she pulled a piece of green gum from her purse and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed quickly and angrily, looking the stiff maid from head to toe. “Steeling from me?! How dare you?! You pathetic little bitch!” The thief yelled as she slapped the frozen maid across the face, causing the girl’s head to rotate stiffly to the other side. The blonde stood with her face red, eying the time-stopped maid with her blue eyes. “I’ll show you, you little whore, what you get for stealing from me!”
The blonde grabbed the maid by the collar and roughly dragged her still form into her bedroom, lifting the maid up by the waist and dropping her onto her king-sized mattress. The maid was still in a hunched over position with her head turned to the right side and holding the black leather wallet in her small hands. The blonde, chewing her gum furiously, stripped off her robe and tossed it aside, standing naked at the foot of the large bed with her hand on her naked hips looking over the maid’s stiff form. She then quickly stripped off the maid's sneakers and nude nylon stockings, rendering the maid barefoot. Climbing on the bed, she stripped off the maid’s apron and tossed her wallet aside as she peeled the dress off of the maid’s body. Her red thong and red strapless bra followed suit soon after and ended up on the floor with the rest of the uniform.
With the maid now naked, the blonde descended over her, their naked bodies rubbing against one another. The blonde laid the maid flat on her back and posed her body in a starfish position, with arms and legs spread wide. Her head now looked forward but bore the same blank expression on it, her brown hair sans the white bow out of its bun and spread under head. The blonde sat over the maid’s naked stomach with her hands squeezing the maid’s breasts tightly. She stared into the maid’s empty eyes. “It's a shame you tried to rob me, you’re pretty hot, The thief said into the maid’s empty green eyes. "You could of had a fling and I would have paid you well, sweetie… but no, I’ll have to do this to you my dear… shame on you.” The thief carefully puckered open the maid's mouth and, in a mixture of anger and arousal, pressed her lips against the maid's, letting out heavy-duty passion as she kissed the would-be thief while she lay on top of her nude form. It was then that the blonde lost control and, just like that, time was no longer stopped.
The maid's beautiful eyes widened in shock as she became aware of the sexy blonde woman laying on top of her, kissing her full on the mouth. The would-be thief panicked and squirmed, pushing the blonde off of her. The museum thief lay on her back, panting as the maid quickly stood and dashed for the door to the bedroom. She'd just managed to grab the fancy doorknob when the blonde regained composure, causing the maid to freeze like a statue as time stopped once again.
"Drat, that makes it two times you've nearly gotten the better of me, you sexy thing," moaned the blonde, looking at the nude maid. The young woman now stood with her left and on the knob, her right pressing against the door frame, her body bent at the waist slightly, giving the blonde a nice view of her shapely behind. "Hmm... I guess the only way to punish you properly is show you how I like to party," decided the blonde, giggling to herself as she rolled off the bed. Underneath the massive mattress were the two golden statuettes the blond had stolen from the museums as well as a silver thermos that she'd received in the mail that morning, delivered to her Paris mailbox. One of her scientist friends had sent her a new form of anesthetic that drug companies were testing that had some interesting side effects. The blonde put the thermos on the cherry wood nightstand and wrapped her arms around the maid's smooth waist, dragging her slim body over to the bed. The maid stood with her eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent scream. Before doing anything else the blonde reached inside the woman's mouth and grabbed her gum back, sliding it into her own mouth.
"I guess it doesn't do me any good when I accidentally give it to someone else," remarked the blonde with a wry smile as she opened the thermos. Inside was a clear liquid, close in appearance to water. The blonde carefully poured a small amount of it into the silver cup that came with the thermos container, also acting as a second lid. Next the blonde tipped the maid over so the small of her back was leaning against the edge of the bed, her heels still on the floor and her head effectively tipped back. The blonde carefully poured the dose of liquid into the maid's open mouth, causing it to trickle down her throat. Smiling with satisfaction, the blonde put the cup down and sat down next to the maid, pulling her up onto the bed on her back.
"Party time," laughed the blonde thief, spitting out her gum and proceeding to run her tongue through the middle of the young woman's breasts. This was enough to cloud the her mind, once again resulting in time resuming. The maid blinked to life and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at the blonde in shock as she sat in front of her on the bed, grinning like a tiger eying her prey. The maid began to sit up, her waist bending slightly with her right hand forward, her palm up with her fingers arched towards the ceiling, when she suddenly stopped in mid-motion. "She wasn't kidding about how fast-acting it was," noted the blonde as she pinched the maid's knee, getting no reaction at all. It was as if time had stopped just for the maid, much to the blonde's delight.
With the maid frozen in place once more but time not stopped the blonde was free to do as she pleased. The maid was once again placed in a starfish position and the blonde ran her tongue along every corner of her naked body. After a good thirty minutes of caressing the maid's stiff body, fingering her womanhood, kissing her all over and rubbing against her the blonde hit an orgasm, and twenty minutes later the blonde decided to have a second bath. "Thank god for drugs, otherwise I might never have done it with you," moaned the blonde in pure pleasure, stepping off of the bed while smiling at her frozen partner.
Looking down at her feet, the blonde picked up her wallet and checked if anything was out of place. Her ID was the only thing, stashed in the wrong section. She pulled out the California Driver's License and eyed it. “God I look hideous in this picture…” she muttered. The license’s image had the blonde a couple of years younger than she was now, smiling brightly and innocently, the name next to her picture reading 'Erika Lynn Stone.'
Jewel House, London, United Kingdoms
For hundreds of years the crown jewels of England had resided in the Jewel House of the Tower of London. Twenty wardens, all under the command of the Resident Governor of the tower and the Assistant Governor, along with a highly sophisticated security system guarded on of England's most valuable treasures. Among the famed jewels was the Star of Africa, an unrivaled diamond that amassed five-hundred and thirty carats. Lucienne Christophe wasn't entirely certain that the jewels were the next target of their thief, but there was little else to go on until Marika got the results from the fingerprints she'd lifted in Paris.
At the current time three curators, a head one and two assistants, watched over the Crown Jewels along with ten armed men bearing rifles and dressed in royal livery who stood on rotating shifts outside the building's only entrance. The ancient stone walls of the tower had faded little over the years; a pair of old cannons stood near the doorway inside. The inside had recently been redone on orders of the Resident Governor, the floors being converted into a new wood paneling that was said to last a long period of time in addition to containing hair-trigger pressure sensors. The walls were still made of stone but security cameras, motion sensors, metal detectors and various other security electronics had been added to the main room. At the center of this gallery sat a single stone pedestal, inside displayed the famed treasures and relics from the days of the British empire. Nearby were off-limit stairs leading to the monitoring room above, which had a door reinforced with solid steel. The windows were barred and equipped with sensors and, should the glass around the jewels be broken, a fail-safe would retract the display into the pedestal and seal the room with a thick steel barrier. The new curator was taking no chances.
"It is quite as safe as I can make it," declared the curator, Cordelia Bishop, an older woman in her fifties. "Ten men alone are posted outside, and another ten are up here and down below with the jewels. We don't allow photographs to be taken so thieves can't try to create forgeries and we even just installed a gas-sprayer which will flood the entire house with a powerful knock-out gas should the glass not retain its proper mass. I don't see how this thief or thieves of yours will be a problem any longer."
"Whoever or whomever they are, they could have stolen the Mona Lisa, and did not; all the preparations at the Louvre were at least as secure and they turned out to be absolutely ineffective," pointed out Tasia as she stood next to Lucienne in the small room with the curator and four armed men. Two watched security monitors while the other two stood at the door, which was currently open, though only slightly. Downstairs were Cassandra and Marika, who were surveying the security features from there, assisted by the Assistant Curator Rosemary Piper, an attractive woman in her thirties who possessed crystal blue eyes and honey-blonde hair which she wore in a tight bun. The other Assistant Curator, John Graham, was off for the day, supposedly ill. The absence of Mr. Graham troubled Lucienne. Uneasy about leaving the tower, she'd sent Hui off to pick-up some sandwiches and drinks for lunch, deciding they'd stake out the gallery for a while if nothing else.
Outside in the tower courtyard Hui Lan, the experienced weapons expert, was a bit annoyed at being sent to pick up lunch while the others were observing what could possibly be their next crime scene. Hui then reminded herself that every job was important, no matter how small. These were also thefts that they were investigating, not break-ins, so a expert such as herself was a fish out of water. The petite Chinese woman was wearing a sleeveless blouse in response to the hot London weather as well as a tight pair of gray pants, wearing her flats instead of her heels because the latter slowed her down. The tower's security knew Hui on sight, thus she didn't need to dig her Interpol ID card out of her breast pocket as she returned to the tower after visiting a local sandwich shop with the food now in a large paper bag held in her left hand and a case of mineral water in her right. Hui also carried a concealed pistol, a small Seecamp, which made the PPK, the gun James Bond was famous for using in several films, look like it was as big as a brick. The tiny handgun was strapped to the inside of her left thigh.
The Tower of London's courtyard was a bit sparsely occupied today, though it was nearly noon thus many tourists were probably off getting lunch. Hui spotted two guided tours in the distance as she headed for the tower entrance, smiling as she watched three women take photographs of the scene. The first was a short brunette who looked fairly overweight, not carrying it well as it was almost all in her hips and thighs, though she was wearing a black tank top with matching shorts which did help, albeit mildly. The second was a decently-tall blonde with a perfect tan who was dressed in a white and yellow sundress, which Hui imagined had cost her several hundred dollars minimum. The third was a woman who appeared to be a South-American Latina, possessing darker skin and having a Spanish feel to her. The latter woman was short, with jet black hair that hung freely in tight curls. The woman wore a pink spaghetti-strap top and a white mini-skirt, both leaving little to the imagination.
Erika had chosen a cute little spaghetti-strapped white sun dress that flaunted her tanned sexy legs and arms which were as smooth as seemed physically possible. She stood in a pair of cute white sneakers and had her black purse looped around her shoulder. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bouncing pony tail, which rebounded playfully with every step as she walked into the courtyard. Over her head she was wearing a hat with blue with red trimmings that she had taken off of one of the guards at the bridgeway entrance. She walked happily, chewing her gum and stopping here and there to take pictures like any other tourist. The only difference was that everything around her was still and silent.
“Bloody Tower; what’s so bloody about it?” Erika scoffed, taking a couple pictures of the historic tower where it was said a prince had once been murdered. She skipped happily through the courtyard only to stop to take pictures of the White Tower. “The brochures were right, this place really is amazing!” Erika exclaimed, spreading her arms wide and spinning around joyfully like a ballerina.
Erika spotted the two tour groups out in the distance and grinned to herself as she began to walk in their direction. She stopped in mid-stride as she saw other people closer to the Jewel House, where she really wanted to go, albeit eventually. Looking at the tour groups, who now looked a little further away then she would have liked to have walked and chose to visit the people near the Jewel House, four of them being women. “Later…” she said, smiling evilly at the tour groups as she changed course and headed towards the Jewel House.
Three of the women looked like they were together; the fourth was an Asian woman looked to be on her own as she had been heading towards the Jewel House when time had stopped. Erika took in the sight of the women and the two guards, the three women taking pictures of the exterior of the Jewel House and the Waterloo Barracks. One woman, who was short and dressed in black, could have stood to lose a little weight; her hips looked horrendous, thought Erika. The tall tanned blonde stood stiffly suspended with her tiny silver digital camera held up to her eyes. Taking a picture of thunder-thighs, Erika eyed the sun dress that the blonde was wearing and blew a pink bubble, grinning as the bubble popped. The third woman was a deeply tanned woman with short dark curly hair, who held a camera to her eyes and was taking a picture down range towards the Waterloo Barracks. The woman was obviously a Latina, Erika observed, looking at the woman’s curvy body. The top and white mini-skirt did wonders for the woman’s hot body, Erika thought, almost moaning at the mental image of how the woman would look in the buff. The Asian woman had her back to Erika, but she knew the woman was Asian. She was short, had long silky black hair that hung freely, sitting at the middle of her back, and she had a tight little ass was easily seen through her tight gray trousers. The woman held a paper bag in one hand and case of water in the other. Perhaps a staff member bringing lunch for everyone, Erika guessed as she walked up to the woman for a closer look.
The Asian woman was fairly attractive, very cute at that. She had wonderful smile, which she bore looking blankly ahead. Erika traced the woman’s lips with her fingers and then rubbed the back of her hand down the side of her face. “Ah so you know how to take care of yourself…” Erika complimented. She then squeezed the woman’s arms and felt their firmness. “You work out too… my, aren’t you interesting,” Erika remarked, taking a picture of the suspended Chinese woman, having determined her ethnicity. “Let’s see what else is interesting,” Erika added as she began opening the woman's short-sleeved blouse. Small but perfectly round breasts were held nicely in a white lacy bra with a pink bow in the middle. “Oh how cute,” Erika cooed as she fondled the two covered orbs. She then ran her hand down the woman's exposed midriff, which was like the rest of her skin: silky smooth. She danced her fingers around the woman's belly button as she knelt down and started working on the thigh-hugging trousers. The trousers soon sat at the Chinese woman's ankles along with her pair of lacy white panties with tiny pink bows around the waistband. Erika sat on her knees as she stroked the woman's landing strip-covered womanhood with her hand. “You’re quite a number,” Erika said, looking up at the woman's smiling face. “And dangerous too,” She added, eying the small handgun holster strapped to the Chinese woman’s inner right thigh. Grinning ear to ear and chewing her gum quickly Erika moved behind the Asian and eyed her exposed round ass. She ran her hands down both cheeks, groping them and then kissed each cheek. “Smooth as baby’s bottom, you take of yourself well!” Erika said as she began prying at the woman's fingers to free her of the bag and water case.
The Chinese woman was now laid out on her back with her smiling face looking up at the sky. Erika was at her feet peeling off the flats, trousers and panties. She tossed the articles aside and hovered over the woman's now naked body, posing her arms so her hands were under her head and bending her legs at the knees, spreading them wide. “Pink nipples on a China girl, how rare!” Erika remarked, looking down at Hui’s naked body. She fished out her camera and took a picture of the naked woman, who was only clad with the handgun holster on her inner thigh. Erika wanted to do more to the Asian woman but decided against that, thinking of what had happened back in Paris with Monique the maid. Erika knelt down once more and kissed the naked woman over her lips and womanhood before she walked away.
Erika eyed the tall blonde jealously, seeing that the sun dress she had on looked really good on the blonde’s tall frame. “That won’t do sweetie, you can’t look as good as me,” Erika said smugly as she took the camera out of the woman’s hand. She dug around in her purse and fished out her scissors, smiling at the blade with an evil joy on her face. Erika got to work cutting the expensive sun dress from the blonde’s body. The blonde soon stood at attention, staring blanking ahead, grinning with bare arms at her sides, her long streaked blonde hair hanging freely down to the small of her back and bordered by two dimples that sat just above the outward curve of her round ass. The woman had no bra so her large pink-nippled breasts hung freely in front of her. She had on a silky blue thong, which was now in shreds at her feet along with her expensive sun dress. The woman was now only wearing her high-heeled sandals that made her tanned calves look sexy. Erika kissed the woman on the lips while stroking the girl’s shaven mound and twisting her exposed nipples. “Much better, sweetie,” Erika cooed, posing the woman’s arms back to their original position and placed the camera back into her stiff hands, kissing the girl once more on the cheek. She then stepped back and took the girl’s picture with her own camera.
“Surely you should take better care of yourself, like the Asian over there,” Erika said, gesturing over to the naked Chinese woman lying on the ground by the entrance of the Jewel House. The brunette with the large thighs was now naked as well, her clothes shredded like her tall friend. Erika noted the woman had a cute round face and very decent round breasts but from the waist down she needed work. She had posed the woman to stand wide-legged with her fists on her hips like some sort of super heroine. The woman’s head was turned to the right and tilted upward similar to those old superhero poses. Laughing to herself Erika took the picture. She walked to the brunette and was about to give her a kiss but thought better of it, just pinching her nipple instead. “Work out, for God's sake,” Erika suggested disgustedly as she walked away.
Standing closely now to the Latina girl, Erika noted the girl had a nice big round ass and an impressive rack, both proportional to her frame. Her body was as fit as an exotic dancer’s body. Maybe she was an exotic dancer Erika wondered as she walked around the suspended girl. “Time to see how exotic you really are,” Erika said, smiling evilly with her trusty scissors in hand. She was about to cut the woman’s spaghetti-straps when an idea had just wandered into her head. Erika smiled and put her scissors away, “I’ll be back,” She told the suspended girl in her best Terminator impression as she left her alone.
Soon the supple Chinese woman's naked body stood at attention next to the hot Latina who was now topless with her brown-nippled breasts hanging freely. The Chinese girl bore the same smiling expression with her blank look while the Latina now bore a similar expression that was unnatural-looking. Erika was kneeling at the girl’s feet, removing her purple thong, mini-skirt and flip-flops. The Latina and Asian stood at about the same height, Erika observed as she eyed both naked women standing shoulder to shoulder. She kissed both women while pinching the other’s nipples. Erika posed the two women arm in arm in a naked embrace, both their bare breasts pressing against each other and snapped a couple of pictures. She posed them in few more questionable poses and took some more pictures before standing them back up at attention. “Well let’s get you ladies dressed back up; there's still a lot more fun waiting for me…” Erika said, looking at both naked women and then towards the closer tour group.
Hui, whose name Erika had discovered from a credit card receipt in her pants pocket, was now dressed in the Latina’s clothing. Hui’s features were somewhat smaller than the curvy Latina's but she looked cute nonetheless. Erika decided to keep Hui’s cute underwear along with the Latina’s, which were now both stuffed into her purse as souvenir of sorts. The white mini-skirt showed off Hui's creamy-smooth legs and even though the pink top was a little loose on the Asian woman her nipples were sill visible through the fabric. Hui stood where the Latina had stood but instead of holding a camera she was now holding her Seecamp in her hands. Her face bore the same blank smiling face but now was heavily made up with red lipstick and blue eye shadow. Hui’s silky black hair was braided into cornrows, giving her an unusually urban look.
In front of the entrance of the Jewel House the Latina stood in Hui’s clothing, the latter’s blouse and the pants being quite tight on the curvy Latina. Her ass, sans any kind of undergarment, was clearly visible through the gray material. At the front of the trouser some camel toe was clearly visible. Erika could not button the blouse all the way up so the two top buttons of the blouse were left open, showing off the girl’s cleavage. Like Hui before, she was now carrying the bag of food in one hand and the water container in the other. Her face bore the unnatural exaggerated wide smile and her eyes stared forward blankly.
“Perfect,” Erika concluded, looking at her work. There was the tall blonde woman who was now naked and held her camera taking a picture of her big-thighed friend, who was posed like some superhero, also in the buff. Then there was the Latina and Hui who had swapped clothes and positions. Erika went around taking pictures of everyone before she pulled out her scissors and dangerously twirled them on her index finger as she skipped with the guard’s hat tilted back on her head towards one of the tour groups. She was going to have a bit more fun before she actually went into the Jewel House.
A short time later, at least in Erika's time frame, the thief entered the Jewel House after stealing a sandwich from the bag Hui had originally been carrying, since the time-stopping thief she'd gotten peckish. "I really should eat more before I do this," observed Erika as she finished the somewhat tasty though very pedestrian tuna fish sandwich, which contained mayonnaise and sliced cucumber. Bits of the food had actually spilled out of Erika's mouth, leaving specks of white on the floor, as she walked into the building and saw what awaited her. Not only was there a large collection of jewels that made the materialistic Erika almost orgasm, but three extremely attractive women were also present. "Oh, and I thought Hui was a prize," moaned Erika, looked at the three women that stood near the display. There was a tall brunette with slightly curly hair that spilled onto her shoulders as it fanned out half-way down. The woman wore a tailored black business suit that looked like a designer label and a white top underneath, which hugged her impressive breasts, though Erika was a better judge when the top was off.
The brunette had her hands in front of her, her left extended forward in a gesture to the tall blonde of group, the palm up, while the other hand was retracted slightly more but in a similar position. The tall blonde had sort of hair that barely went all the way down her neck but curled outwards at the tips, giving it a bit of bounce. The woman wore blue eye shadow and had pink lips that Erika desperately wanted to kiss. She was dressed similar to Hui, wearing a powder blue short-sleeved blouse and tan slacks. She stood with her left hand on her hip, her fingers sticking out towards her back rather than her front, her right off to the side, raised with each finger extended slightly more than the last as they moved up the hand. The third woman looked like a blonde librarian, wearing a brown business dress with her hair up in a bun and a pair of black-framed glasses that completed the look, as they did look like something a librarian would wear. She was wearing pantyhose and matching brown heels, standing with a key held tightly in her right hand at her side, her left using its two upper fingers to touch the left side of her glasses.
"It looks like the Crown Jewels aren't the only precious things here," observed Erika, wishing she'd remembered to bring her drug-filled thermos with her. The brunette was gorgeous, the blonde looked like she could be a model, and even the brown-suited librarian, whom Erika pegged as one of the curators, if not the head one, wasn't bad looking at all either, though her fashion sense was horrible.
"Fashion police, I'm confiscating that outfit," Erika told the frozen curator as, with the help from her trusty scissors, quickly stripped the woman down to her, unsurprisingly, plain beige bra and panties which looked like something a grandmother would wear. The woman's eyes were fortunately blue, but her lips were also colored brown. "Honey, you're trying to hard to look plain," Erika told the frozen woman as she continued to strip her down, removing her underwear and glasses, even removing the pins and bands that held her dark hair up, letting it spill down to the lower part of her shoulder blades. "Boy, you're good with a razor, though," giggled Erika as she saw the nearly bare womanhood the curator possessed, then proceeding to run her tongue along it. "Almost as smooth as Hui’s," gasped Erika. She then proceeded to squeeze the woman's somewhat unshapely breasts, whose nipples were closer to red than pink, and kissed her all over the face a few times. Finally Erika stopped, blew a bubble, and then plucked the key from the curator's right hand. "I was expecting a keycard," laughed Erika. "Thanks," she said next, giving the motionless curator a peck on the lips.
Leaving the others in the room alone for a moment, Erika placed the key in a socket near the base of the pedestal. Unfortunately with time frozen the mechanism didn't function, thus the glass remained where it was, covering the jewels. "Shit," cursed Erika. First the thief decided to take a picture of the jewels, since a sign nearby declared that it was not allowed. Then Erika casually grabbed a gun from one of the guards and used it to strike the glass protecting the precious gems. It took a few tries, since the glass was bullet-resistant, but eventually, with a lot of effort, the glass was shattered and Erika began to snatch up every jewel that would fit in her purse. The Star of Africa was too large, so Erika stuck it into her hat.
"Don't think I forgot about you two," Erika told the attractive blonde and brunette after the jewels were secure. With honed skill, Erika stripped them both completely, leaving their clothes and underwear in a pile with the curator's, all of them unwearable thanks to the damage the scissors had done. The brunette's breasts were exquisite, just like Erika had hoped, possessing pink nipples that were just the right shade for the thief as she began to squeeze them while kissing the somewhat tall woman. The blonde's nipples were a lighter pink, a sort of dusty rose, but Erika didn't mind as she motor-boated in them while squeezing the frozen woman's slim thighs. "What's with you muscular women?" asked Erika as she stood up from the blonde's breasts and stroked the woman's left cheek. "Well, I guess if you work here you need to keep in shape, not that any of it helps against me!"
Erika laughed and went to work reposing the blonde and brunette. The blonde was walked closer to her counterpart by Erika, who then posed the brunette's hands so they were groping the blonde's rounded breasts. The blonde, meanwhile, had one hand on the brunette's hip and the other right on top of her womanhood, which was shaved around the outside but fairly bushy towards the middle, not to mention surprisingly red. Both women were then given big fake smiles that flashed nearly perfect teeth, the brunette possessing ones with a hint of yellow while the blonde, like with other areas of her body, possessed perfect texture. "Lose the jewels, get each other," pointed out Erika, looking at her completed creation. "That seems like a fair trade to me." Erika quipped as she stepped back and took a few snapshots of her work, wanting to remember the two lovely women that were now violating one another.
Her hat on her head, which was awkward with the giant diamond inside, Erika decided to leave, choosing not to go upstairs even though she had the opportunity. Her purse was bulging with keepsakes and even if there were more jewels upstairs they'd be hard to carry. "Ta ta; enjoy losing your jobs!" mocked Erika as, with a casual flick from her right index finger, the curator's forehead was struck and she fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. When the curator was no longer frozen she'd most likely have a bruise, but impressively her pose remained the same, though her heels flew off. "Give my regards to Cairo and Paris!" laughed Erika, blowing a kiss to the room in general as she exited the room and walked outside.
Erika stole a bottle of water from the Latina as she headed for the Tower's exit, not interested in taking more photographs or having more fun. Erika didn't let time resume for a while, since stealing the jewels that belonged to the royal family would probably get every law-enforcement officer and soldier in the UK after her, unlike the thefts of a pair of statuettes, even if they were solid gold. Besides, the sight of a frozen London was interesting to her and it was a surprisingly nice day, for England.
After walking for five minutes Erika spotted a cab with a large British man holding the door open. The man possessed a beer belly, a thick brown mustache and a cheap toupee on his head to cover his severe baldness. Erika noticed all this before even coming close enough to grab the rug off the man's head and throw it aside. "Pardon me, chunky," Erika said in a mean tone of voice, pushing the large man aside and causing him to hit the curb. Erika then hopped into the taxi and shut the door, starting time as she did so.
"Hello, missy, where to?" asked the cabby, not seeming to realize that Erika had magically appeared in his back seat, nor wondering why she had the unique hat.
"Can you take me to Liverpool?" asked Erika earnestly, removing her hat but making sure the cabby wouldn't spot the giant diamond inside.
"As long as you can pay, missy, I'll take you to bloody Miami," laughed the cabby, finding himself amusing.
"I'm Erika Stone of Stone Enterprises," Erika announced, pulling her obsidian-colored credit card out from her purse. "I think I can afford the trip."
"Buckle up then!" shouted the cabby, failing to contain the enthusiasm of having an international icon and billionaire in his taxi.
* * *
Tasia was about to ask Lucienne something when everything went crazy: alarms were going off, the guards monitoring the security cameras were both actively pressing buttons and talking rapidly on their radios. Lucienne rushed over to stand over their shoulders to see if she could see what was happening. All she saw was smoke from the security cameras below. Tasia rushed up to her superior’s side and was shocked on what she was seeing. She had no idea what was happening either, a feeling of panic and fear coming over her.
“This can’t be…” Cordelia Bishop gasped, not knowing what to do since the impossible was happening.
“Vent that gas!” Lucienne ordered, “We have people down there!” She added with sense of urgency in her voice.
“Yes ma’am!” The security guard replied, pushing some buttons and switching a couple switches to cut off the gas, open the vents and start the blowers. Almost immediately a loud hum echoed through the building, vibrating the floors and wall.
“Rewind the tape and feed it through the computers to clear that smoke, I want to see what in the world happened below,” Lucienne ordered. She then turned to Tasia, who was still speechless. “Tasia, stay up here with Ms. Bishop and monitor that tape once it is in the computer. I’m going downstairs.”
Tasia managed to nod as Lucienne took off with guards trailing her. The guards had their handguns drawn and were held at the ready as they descended down the stairs. Lucienne was leading them with her USP now drawn and readily in her hands. They turned the corner with guns held up at eye level expecting the worst.
* * *
One moment Cassandra was asking Rosemary a question and the next thing she knew she was standing face to face with Marika and they both were naked! Marika was just as shocked, the look of a smile on her face quickly faded and turned into horror, her hands were all over her superior’s bare hips while Cassandra’s hands were over her breasts. They both backed away in shock and disbelief. Cassandra spotted Rosemary getting up from the floor, her hair out of her bun and her body completely bare of clothing, a look of utter shock all over her face as she let out a scream. No else had a chance to react as the alarm bells were blaring wildly and the room was filling up with gas. A warm feeling swept over the three women as the limply crumpled to the floor.
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Hui could have sworn she was heading into the Jewel House at one moment but now she was staring down towards the Waterloo Barracks, her Seecamp drawn as well but she was aiming at nothing from what she could tell. She then felt the presence of air passing between her legs. She looked down and was shocked to see that she was wearing someone else’s clothes! The worst part was that she was not wearing any underwear either and the skirt was too short for even her taste. Her scalp felt sore as well, she reached up and felt that her hair was in a completely different style. Before her confusion could totally set in the sounds of screams echoed throughout the courtyard.
Turning around, Hui was in shock to see the tall blonde lady she had seen earlier to be now completely naked along with her overweight friend, both women sobbing and holding one another. Hui holstered her gun and rushed to their side, finding it difficult to run in flip-flops but the run was not far. “Stay calm,” was the only thing Hui could offer to the sobbing women as she reached their side. She herself was trying to keep the hem of the skirt from riding up and showing her privates to everyone around her. “I’ll be back with some clothing,” Hui said, keeping a calm voice as not to freak out the women even more. They nodded, still sobbing and holding one another as Hui left them.
At the entrance the guards had seized the Latina, realizing that the woman was not the Chinese Interpol Agent that they had seen moments before. The girl was shocked and sobbing, she pleaded with the guards who had her pinned to the ground and had their guns drawn. “Please don’t hurt me, I… don’t know what happened… I didn’t do anything!” the girl pleaded from the ground.
One of the guards gave Hui a weird look when she reached them. He recognized her as the agent but her face was completely made up. He had no idea was happening, the only thing he managed to say to the Chinese agent was, “Ma’am?”
More guards were rushing into the courtyard followed by police and military personnel as well. There was people screaming everywhere and Hui could see both tour groups were in shambles: people were naked and trying to cover their dignity, it was like the Louvre scene all over again, only this time Hui wasn’t watching it from a surveillance feed, she was living it. “There are two women in need of clothes over there,” Hui gestured to the women. “Get your jackets off and cover them up,” Hui ordered. Both men only looked at the Hui, trying to figure out what was going on.
“No time to think now, just act!” Hui said, seeing the expression on the men’s faces. “Go take care of those women, I got this one.” Both men nodded and rushed to the women, taking off their jackets quickly as they ran.
“What happened?" The Latina asked in a shaking voice, looking up at Hui, who now knelt next to her. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"
“I don’t know,” Hui replied; with an encouraging smile, she helped the girl to her feet. Hui eyed the girl: she could barely fit into Hui’s clothes and looked like she was about to burst out of them. Hui reached over and pulled her ID badge from her breast pocket, looping the chained ID around her neck. “Come with me!” Hui ordered as she grabbed the girl’s hand and led her towards the chaos of the courtyard.
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It was the most intense half an hour of Tasia’s life: one second everything was peaceful and even a little boring; the next it was exactly the opposite. She now knew how the security and staff at Cairo and Paris had felt, being in control one second and in total chaos the next. It was a situation no one could be prepared for. The Crown jewels of England were gone and no one had any idea what had happened to them. What made things worse was it happened when her team were on location. Tasia had just watched Lucienne talking on the phone with the home office: she wasn’t happy at all and was furious when she slammed the phone down on the hook, storming away and yelling in French at no one in particular. None of the guards dared approached her as she made her way back into the courtyard.
Ms. Bishop, who was speechless through the whole situation, was ushered away by military personnel for a briefing on the situation and what in the world had happened. Tasia was merely a silent observer as all this happened while she remained sitting in the security room, most the guards having left and were attending to people outside. Not only were there a whole lot of tourists in need of assistance, but the media now surrounded the outer walls looking for a story and the guards, police, and military were there to keep them and the civilians at bay.
Tasia took a deep breath as she ran her hands through her hair and rewound the tape, trying to see if she could figure anything out. One moment Cassandra and Marika were talking to Rosemary, the next both of her team members were naked, Cassandra touching Marika’s bare breasts and Rosemary lying naked on the ground. The women only reacted in shock as the gas kicked in, rendering everyone below unconscious. Secretly Tasia didn’t mind reviewing the tapes, being that she got to see Cassandra and Marika naked. She didn’t really have a thing for either of her team members but personally she liked looking at the female form over the male one. Cassandra and Marika were both tall and exotic women and were very attractive so seeing the two of them at last naked was nice, even though she would never share this information to anyone. She grinned silently to herself as she leaned closer to the screen and rewound the tape once more again to “review” the incident as her hands wandered down into her trousers secretly.
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They had gathered everyone into the Waterloo Barracks in order to keep track of everyone that was in the immediate area during the theft. Most the tourists were now dressed in military fatigues since the shredding of their clothes. Everyone had more or less calmed down as police officers and detectives interviewed them. The Tower of London, like the Louvre, had already promised to refund everyone’s money for their troubles once the situation had cleared up a bit more.
Marika moaned sensually as she opened her eyes and stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. She quickly sat up and immediately realized the error as her head begun to spin. “Oh…” she moaned and weakly lay back down. She vaguely remembered what happened in the Jewel House: Cassandra was asking a question regarding the strength of the glass to Rosemary and then they were naked and touching; Cassandra’s hands were all over her breasts with a wide smile on her face. After that everything was a blur.
“Shut your eyes Marika; take a deep breath and then sit up slowly,” A voice said somewhere next to her. Marika did as she was told and sat up. When she opened her eyes she felt a lot better and her head was sitting still. Sitting across from her on a cot and dressed in oversized military fatigues was Cassandra who smiled weakly at her. “The gas wears off faster if you move slowly.”
Marika looked down herself to see that she was barefoot and dressed in an oversized military uniform as well. “What happened, how did we get into these clothes?” Marika asked, now feeling the effects of the gas dissipating and her head becoming more clear.
“I don’t know, I just woke up a few minutes ago, we have been out for almost thirty minutes,” Cassandra informed her teammate, stretching out.
There was a silence as neither woman said anything to one another and then Cassandra spoke, “I don’t know what happened but it was not intentional.”
“Why were you smiling?” Marika then asked.
“You were smiling too,” Cassandra reminded the forensic expert. “I am sorry, though, if it means anything.”
Marika had no idea what had happened and how her and Cassandra ended up like that, but she could tell Cassandra was in the same boat and was enjoying this a much as she was so there was no use being mad or questioning one another on their motives. “Don’t worry about it… it’s happened to me before,” Marika finally said, smiling to ease the awkward situation.
“Has it?” Cassandra asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“It was ages ago… my friends and I were experimenting, nothing big, we all do it don’t we?”
“Oh…” Cassandra replied, not sure what to say exactly to Marika’s personal confession. There was a knock the door and both women turned to see Hui standing in doorway, also dressed in military fatigues. She had her usual smile on her face. “Did you end up naked too?” Cassandra asked.
“Not really sure,” Hui replied as she handed her two teammates their shoes. “I’ll tell you about it on the way to the Jewel House. Lucienne wants us there now. She’s not too happy, as you can understand, so let’s get moving.”
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