ok so this has been drifting through my head for awhile now so I decided to write it out. Note: the first paragraph is completly CL's words and the rest did not actually happen but it's my daydreaming on a different way the situation played out . Hope you enjoy!
A New Steal
"If you want to stop your wallet from being picked,put it in your front pocket. I Raven stood up from the couch, and coughed to get my attention. He pulled his wallet out and stuffed it down the front of his pants. he said. Marc said.
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Raven turned his gaze back to me, while his eyes held a familiar teasing glint he had an eyebrow arched in challenge. They had been fucking around with me all day, it's about time someone gave them a taste of their own medicine wasn't it? Poor Raven wouldn't know what hit him; they probably thought little ole me wasn't capable of following through with what Raven was clearly suggesting. Hey who said I couldn't use a little practice anyways? What is it they say? Try something new everyday? This was definitely something new and I'd get a kick out of trying it. I could already taste my revenge, and boy was it sweet.
I made my decision then made my move. I smiled at him sweetly, batting my lashes at him like a innocent wallflower. No one could resist the doe eyes, I knew that from experience. I sauntered over to him slowly, like a cat on the prowl for a delicious looking mouse. I was ready to play. I purposefully put an extra sway into my step, jutting my hips out in a flattering way, judging by his expression my movements had successfully captured his attention. His dark eyes made a slow ascend from my hips to meet my own fluttering eyes. They stared at me, taunting, practically telling me "Little thief, we both know that you don't have the guts to reach into my pants, but I'll play, game on." That alone made me smirk devilishly, he was in for the surprise of his life. He may be playing the game, but I had written the rules.
I stopped about a half of a foot in front of him then placed a hand on his chest. The rest of the boys were silent, sitting back and watching the show for their own amusement. I looked up at him while placing a gentle hand on his chest. With the other I trailed it around to the front of my dress, inconspicuously tugging at it until even more of my boobs popped out. I'd be lucky if I didn't flash the crowd. I cocked my head to the side in a seemingly confused gesture. His eyes were doing a dance between my breasts and my face, the challenge gone and unease replacing it. I was going to play the way all those dumb sluts did when they wanted to get some. Calling on my inner whore I thought up the most vulgar response I could manage. "You know I was just thinking I needed something in my mouth, but my hand will do." I said huskily and threw in a suggestive wink while I leaned in until our bodies were pressed together. The way his jaw dropped was almost comical. You'd think he was the one who wanted something in his mouth it was open so wide. Well it's good to know a girls got options, I could definitely be one of those dirty phone operators.
I could hear the sounds of the others in the room as they fought to halt the coughs choking on their breaths caused. While Raven tried to make sense of what I had said I put more of my weight onto his chest, allowing me to lessen the affect that my hand made as it trailed lightly down down his body. "Little thief..." Raven sputtered out incoherently, so much so it almost sounded like "little piece" oh my god he just basically handed me the damn playbook. My evil smile broadened into a full on bitch grin. "Little piece you say? Well that's disappointing I'd been hoping you wouldn't fit in my hand, but hey maybe your just being self conscious, I'm so lucky you volunteered to be my practice now we won't have to worry about me touching your junk because your so small it won't be anywhere near me." The reaction I received for that little comment would have had me rolling on the floor laughing. His face morphed from disbelief to mortification. I could hear snickers drifting from the other boys.
My hand had made it to the waistband of his jeans before I looked up at him coyly, "What's wrong little piece? I thought you wanted to be my practice target." I put on my best 'I'm serious' look while furrowing my brow to show my misunderstanding. He choked on his words, frantically trying to tell me I was wrong. "Girl, you are out of your fucking mind...I don't...I mean...no little piece...big piece...really big...huge piece actually...I'm Russian...Russians are big...don't mistake my big piece as small little thief." During his stumbling rant I pressed my breasts against him even more while simultaneously slipping two fingers beneath his waistband and pinched the wallets side between them. I nodded at him, faking a blush, and putting on the illusion I was deeply interested in hearing about his 'huge Russian piece'. At the same time I lifted the wallet I used my other hand to smack him on the chest hard enough to distract him from feeling anything else. I pulled the wallet free and shoved my hand behind my back. "What the hell? Tell a guy he's got a small dick, then smack him while he corrects her, I thought Russians were fucked up. Nope. In America there's crazy, pickpocketing, 1/2 women 1/2 devils." I dodged away from his hitting hand, getting out of smacking distance.
"Oh, put a sock in it Don Juan, We all know you think you've got a big Russian piece, no need to hurt yourself trying to explain further." I shot at him. Maybe that last quip was a mistake, I hadn't even seen wet cats look as pissed as Raven did now. "You were the one who offered to let me practice on." I said defensively. "Well looks like your little plan didn't work little thief, I've still got my wallet." I raised a brow at him while showing the room what I had retrieved. The other boys howled with laughter and Raven was thrown back into near shock. "Oh really, then what's this little piece? Next time you'll do well not to let boobs and words distract you." I smirked at him victoriously. A slow grin began to spread across his face. "Well done, but keep in mind Carmel's a bitch." What was he talking about? Ohhhh karma. "You mean karma?" I corrected him. He shrugged it off then gestured for me to return his wallet.
That's when I remembered; "oh yeah, Axel said if I managed to steal your Wallet I could keep whatever's in it." It felt so good to win.
