The night was quiet as a silhouette slipped through the streets undetected. Alls that was seen was a slim body, medium height and two splashes of white, one on each foot. The Black Fox was at it again.
A mastermind criminal, stealing the most expensive items from the most heavily guarded spots, leaving a trademark carved wooden black fox behind with red eyes. Tonight was going to be another rush. The figure was going to the museum, intent on stealing a piece of Russian Alexandrite, unlike any the world has ever seen. The figure jumped onto the roof above the exhibit, and went to the airduct, opening it and slipping inside as quickly as a snake in a tunnel after a mouse. Descending to the right level, it left the duct and went to the room where it was kept. Cameras on, the Fox needed no insurance of safety, no one could catch it. Walking across the floors, over the motion sensors, the Fox arrived infront of the display and took out a small diamond. Cutting a hole in the glass, the Fox replaced the Alexandrite with the signature carved black fox with red eyes. Going back the same way and jumping down from the building, the figure was happy with tonight's heist. Less than a half hour, and as the fox was leaving, the distant sirens could be heard. The figure smirked under the black mask. No one knew the identity, gender, anything about the Black Fox, except it was good.
The Fox ran off keeping to the shadows, and after arriving at its burrow, its house, it slipped inside and went to its room. Opening a safe in the wall, the Alexandrite was put in, the center of all its comrades. Going to the mirror on the wall, the mask was removed, red hair falling to her mid back, light tan face glowing and orange eyes shining. She took off her belt of utensils and then unzipped her suit. Unbinding her chest she stood in her undergarments, smiling at her most recent heist. She was going to go to the club tonight, after a shower. No use in smelling like sweat to pick up guys.
After getting out of the shower, she went to pick out a light green halter top with a knee length black skirt. Short black heels and a light green purse completed her outfit and after adding some light make up and straightening her hair, she got in her Honda and went to the closest club. After a 10 minute drive she parked in her usual spot and went up to the bouncer. "Hey Jordan, and cute guys in there tonight?" I asked the bouncer.
He smirked at me, "Why would I let you have all the arm candy sweetheart?"
"Because you love me?" I said with a pouty face. He laughed.
"There aren't any extremely cute but one looks pretty well off, he is in a white disco suit, pink shirt. He may or may not be with two guy in black."
"Thanks Jordan." I pecked the cheek of my best gay guy friend and went in the club.
"Be careful in there Sin." I waved acknowledging him as he called me by my shortened nickname. My friends knew I was the Black Fox, and when with them they always called me Sinopa, or Sin for short. Native American for fox, after my great-great-grandparents blood. My real name, Paige Givant, was almost never used in public.
I went in and walked to the bar, my drink already prepared as the whole bar knew me so well. As I leaned against the counter talking to Scott, I looked for the man that Jordan described. There. In a corner booth with the two guys in black across from him. I sipped my captain and coke and asked what the guy was having. Scott smirked and said, "Jordan pointed him out, didn't he?" I smiled. "He has a bud heavy."
"Give him one, on me." Scott nodded and I went to my regular spot, a stool on the edge that was hidden from most. I watched as Scott delivered it and the guy looked surprised. Scott waved casually in my direction then left. The man looked at the new bud for a bit before he stood up and sauntered over to me. He sat down next to me and said, "Thanks for the drink babe."
I smiled sexily and said, "No problem Mr….?"
"Finn, just Finn." He said running a hand through his red hair.
I held out my hand, "You can call me Sin." He took my hand and kissed the back.
"So, what is a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?" I just got off work. I smiled secretly.
"Where do you work?" He asked.
I decided to respond with my day job, safest bet. "I am a secretary for a CEO. You?"
He seemed reluctant but answered, "You can say I am a treasure collector of sorts for my employer."
"Oh, really?" I purred, now genuinely interested. Thinking, I can get more stuff with him.
"Ya, my friends and I travel a lot to keep them from going to the wrong hands. It is a hard life." He sighed.
"Well, how about I show you how to relax a bit?" I say seductively and put my hand on his thigh. He brightens and asks where. I signal Scott over and ask for a key. He comes back and gives me my key and I slip off my stool and go into a back room. After closing the door he wrapped me in a forceful kiss and took me to the bed. He took off my top and skirt leaving me in my bra and underwear and I stripped him to his boxers. The next few hours passed quickly leaving us both sweaty.
I looked at the time and realized that I had to be at work in an hour. I got out of bed and put on my clothes. I left my number on his hand and went to my car going to my house to shower and change. I made it to work at 5:28, 2 minutes early. I sighed and clocked in then went to my desk and turned on my computer, loading the schedule for my boss, Mr. Gantz. He would be here at about 7 and I was supposed to have everything ready. I was the only one there before Mr. Gantz. Everyone else arrived at 7:30 or later. At about 6:50 my phone rang with an unrecognized number. I answered, "Hello."
"Hi, Sin. It's Finn."
"Hi Finn." Silence. "Finn, I don't mean to be rude, but my boss will be here soon."
"Oh, sorry. I was wondering where you were. And when I would see you again." I smiled.
"When do you want to see me again?" I teased.
"How does tonight sound?" He asked.
"Sounds good, I should be off by 8."
"OK, I will let you know the details later. Bye Sin."
"Bye Finn." And I hung up just as my boss walked in.