Partners In Crime 5

By this point in the party, the sound of idle chatter and clinking glasses had become unbearable. The fishnets the caterers wore were itchy. Hana needed a moment to herself. Holding her drink tray out, but moving just too fast for any of the tipsy guests to reach for one, Hana b-lined for a secluded corner of the room.

She found herself in front of a massive poster of Jean Harlow. Her hair shimmered and she stared straight ahead. Hana met her penetrating eyes. She was stunning.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind," Hana murmured under her breath. She stood there, reveling in the moment and gazing at the actress' little hint of a smile.

"What wouldn't she mind?" A curious voice whispered into her ear. Hana jumped and spun around.

"What?" She stammered. Only a few inches behind her stood a woman nearly six inches taller than her, even without the heels, in a flowing green cocktail dress. She grinned conspiratorially with glossy, dark red lips. "Oh, uh," Hana tried to laugh it off. "Me taking a little unauthorized break." She added a wink.

"You deserve a break, you've been working hard all night," she replied.

"Yeah, tell that to my boss," Hana replied wryly. She couldn't take her eyes off this woman. The stranger's dark gaze saw right through her, but she fought down the anxiety. There was no way this woman could know anything. It was just nerves.

"Oh please, don't tell me you haven't thought about sneaking a sip of one of those Champaigns they're making you carry around," the woman said. "I won't tell." Hana smirked. She needed a partner for the next part anyway, what was the harm.

"Only if you'll join me."

"Gladly."

The drink tray was fastened around the back of Hana's neck as part of the cigarette girl uniform so she took a step toward the woman, who picked up a glass with her long, thin fingers. Hana's eye lingered on them, and the woman smiled. She drew in very close to Hana and tapped her glass gently against hers. Their eyes locked.

"Are you a fan of Jean Harlow?" The woman asked, pulling back her head but leaning her body in further.

"I'm more of a Dolores Rodier girl myself," Hana replied, leaning into the space the woman left empty. Her perfume lingered in the air.

"Well then you're in the place," the woman laughed. "She's a star again tonight."

"Have you seen Somerset Drive?" Hana asked. The woman shot her a knowing look.

"You insult me," she replied with a grin. "There's isn't a film like it. Did you get a chance to see the necklace she wore, it's right over there."

"I'm hoping to get a moment to look at it... after the party." The woman raised her eyebrows curiously. "Staff have to clean up after events for hours. I'll be lucky to make it home by three."

The woman cloaked it well, but a jolt of panic coursed through her. Hana caught the moment, but didn't know what to make it. She mentally filed it for later.

"All the more reason for you to relax now," she replied, recovering.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Would be the Helena to my Dolores?" The woman whispered.

"Mm, confident aren't we? Making yourself Dolores," Hana replied.

"Well, I'm not the one dressed like a candy girl," the woman chuckled. "But I'm happy either way."

"Follow me," Hana said with a wink. The woman downed the rest of her champaign and left the glass behind. The pair hugged the wall as they crossed the main floor.

The whole room was dark, the only light came from bright LEDs under the portraits of golden age stars and film stills. They were islands of visibility in the darkness. Everything was lit from below, casting ominous shadows everywhere. The stark white lights gave the impression of being in a black and white film. The floor was loud and busy, no one missed them.

Hana turned and beckoned the woman closer with two fingers. Behind her back, she turned the nob and swung the 'staff only' door wide open. She ducked into the black doorway, and the woman followed close after.

"Interesting setting choice," the woman remarked, glancing around the electrical room. Colored lights on the servers flashed. Hana placed her drink tray beside the door and moved in.

"Trade secret, there's no better place to avoid interruptions," Hana replied, waiting for the woman in the middle of the room.

"Unless we cause an outage," she said, closing the distance in two graceful steps.

"We'll just have to be careful," Hana said, draping her bare arms over the woman's shoulders.

"No way," she answered with a glint in her eye. She pressed her body up against Hana and kept pushing. Their lips locked as they moved back towards the far wall. The woman's lipstick tasted faintly of cherry and her breath smelled like champaign. Hana grinned as they kissed.

The woman slammed her against the wall and Hana let out a little gasp of excitement. Now this was getting interesting. Hana pushed back playfully, but she was easily overpowered, and the woman held her securely in place as her hands began to explore.

Hana's uniform was tight and revealing. A black bodysuit with a white suit collar and fishnet leggings. She groaned softly into the woman's mouth as her fingers pressed against the thin material. They traced up and down along her sides, poised for the perfect moment.

It came just as Hana thrust her tongue deep between the woman's wet, smiling lips. She brought her hands up and cupped Hana's small breasts. Driven on by the noise Hana made, the woman eagerly tightened her grip.

Hana, suddenly aware of how easily she'd been swept away, tried to think straight. She had a plan. She had work to do. But then again, there was time. The party would go on out there, and she wasn't falling behind.

With that decided, Hana reached one hand up the back of the woman's head, and the other down along the open back of her dress. Curiosity about what was underneath it burned in Hana's head.

As she groped Hana's chest, the woman's hands landed on the zipper that ran down the rear of Hana's black bodysuit. Without wasting a moment, she pulled it down the length of her back tantalizingly slow. She slipped one hand into the opening and pressed her fingers against Hana's naked back, feeling up her spine.

Her other hand tugged lightly on the fabric covering Hana's breasts. Without the zipper, Hana's cover fell away easily. The woman grinned. So, neither of them where wearing a bra. She didn't hesitate, she immediately went for Hana's hard, dark nipples. Her dexterous fingers lightly pinched them, and Hana cried out softly. It only encouraged her.

Hana leaned into it, and began kissing her way down the woman's neck. As the pinching got more aggressive, Hana followed suit. Gently at first, but escalating at the same pace, she began to bite as she kissed the woman's pale neck.

"Mm, yes," she sighed, and Hana happily continued. Her hand fell onto the woman's exposed lower thigh. The cocktail dress had a long slit, and Hana squeezed up her leg.

The woman shifted her leg further out from under the fabric, and Hana began reaching her hand higher. There was very little thigh left, and Hana couldn't contain herself any longer.

Beside them was a desk, with a pile of papers and a handful of assorted objects. Including the hammer Hana had stashed earlier. Hana reached over and swept the desk clean.

"Sit down," she whispered desperately, as the things from the desk clattered onto the floor.

"Oh, you want a taste, baby?" The woman hissed into Hana's ear, continuing to knead her breasts.

"Mhmm," Hana replied.

"Get on your knees then," the woman said. She nibbled on Hana's earlobe, then began stroking her hair and gently encouraging her down.

Hana lowered herself as the woman situated herself on the desk. Her left leg hung off the side, and she folded her other one up to top of the workspace. Hana's eyes were locked on the flowing strip of fabric that fell between the woman's legs. She smiled and beckoned Hana toward her.

She leaned forward and rubbed her hands up and down the woman's thighs. She looked up and made eye contact, and she waited with her face only a few inches from obstructionist dress.

The woman leaned one arm over her bent leg, and used the other to guide Hana's head forward, but Hana resisted. She eyed the woman hungrily, but she waited with a little grin.

"Please," the woman finally said. "Come here, please." Her voice grew louder in her need. Hana smiled wider.

"Oh, y'know I never caught your name," she said, playing with the edges of the fabric between her and the woman.

"What?" The woman asked, confused and flustered as Hana began rub her over her clothes.

"Your name, baby," Hana answered, looking up at her.

"Call me Rivers," the woman replied. Hana chuckled. The part of Rivers' dress she was rubbing was damp.

"Rivers. I like it," she said. Before Rivers could form a response, Hana swept the dress aside and dove in.

Rivers bit her lip and groaned happily as Hana's tongue began exploring. She didn't waste any time. The ticking clock in her head was trying to reassert itself over her overwhelming desire. To walk the line, Hana convinced herself that in order to move forward, it would be best to make Rivers cum, fast. That way she could sneak out and continue without interference.

With her decision made, Hana devoted herself entirely to her task. Her hands massaged Rivers' inner thighs as Hana kissed around her labia. A long moan slipped out of Rivers' mouth as dropped her hand to rub her breast. Hana pulled back a little, her lips wet and glistening, and looked up Rivers.

"I see why they call you Rivers," she chuckled. Again, just as Rivers tried to reply, Hana cut her off. Rivers cried out as Hana's tongue licked slowly over her folds. Rivers closed her eyes. Hana's tongue probed carefully around the edges of her pussy. Then, finally, Hana was done playing with her. Her fingers spread Rivers out, and Hana's tongue expertly pleasured her clit in slow circles.

Rivers was breathing heavily. Her right hand continued to grasp her breasts, playing excitedly with them under her expensive dress, while the other one stroked Hana's hair as she worked. Hana loved the way the fingers felt scratching her scalp. She moved her tongue faster, and Rivers moaned softly.

She couldn't keep herself quiet for long though. Rivers threw her head back and let out a breathless cry as Hana slid two fingers into her. Hana curled them gently back and, with her mouth still working tirelessly, inched Rivers closer and closer to her orgasm from the inside and out. Rivers started getting loud. Hana smiled, but she knew she would need to wrap it up quickly, if they didn't want to get interrupted.

Hana picked up her pace. She'd had her fun; it was time to push Rivers over the edge. Rivers could feel it coming, and her grip tightened on Hana's hair. It stung as she pulled it, hard, and Hana moaned into Rivers' pussy.

"Oh my god." Rivers could barely control herself enough to form the words. The pleasure built and built. Rivers, desperate to keep it going just a little longer, tried to stay in control. It was hopeless. Hana used her tongue and her fingers with perfect precision, and Rivers couldn't hold out.

Pleasure washed over her in waves. Her jaw slackened and her grip on Hana's hair loosened. For a second, Rivers lost control of her body. Hana continued without remorse as Rivers came. Without any pause, the pleasure continued to hit her. Rivers had no time to recover, just more and more euphoria. Her eyes fluttered.

Finally, Hana eased off. Rivers could barely gasp enough air into her lungs between moans. So slowly, Hana pulled her soaking wet fingers out, although she continued to kiss Rivers' clit. Rivers reveled in the aftershocks as Hana licked around and cleaned her pussy. She could feel her own panties drenched below her uniform. Hana bitterly wished she had time to let Rivers repay her, but she didn't have a moment to spare. She'd have to take care of herself back home. Again. Still, it was more than worth it.

Hana looked up at the woman above her. Rivers glowed in the dark, colored lights. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth hung slightly open. Her hand continued to gently rub her chest, still obeying its last command before it lost contact with her brain. Hana smiled, admiring her work.

When Rivers' eyes finally opened, Hana locked her gaze. Once she had eye contact, she licked up her fingers, tasting Rivers again. Rivers sighed happily, and Hana took her fingers all the way into her mouth.

Rivers reached under Hana's chin and beckoned her up. She grabbed a fistful of the top of Hana's bodysuit, which still hung below her exposed breasts, and yanked her forward.

Hana rose and Rivers guided her up until they were eye level. Hana's face was still wet, and her features shining in the dim light. Rivers leaned in kissed her. She tasted herself on Hana's lips. Their tongues embraced. After a long, sloppy, passionate exchange, Hana pulled away. Rivers tried to follow, but the moment was over. Hana smiled at her.

"You were really something," Rivers said, still a little breathless. Hana blushed. She hoped the room's darkness hid it, but Rivers was too sharp.

"My pleasure."

"No, you're not getting away from me that easily. I gotta even the score," Rivers replied, moving to stand up. Hana held up her hand.

"I'm still on the clock, remember?" She said, with genuine disappointment.

"Oh, come on," Rivers protested. "I want to." Hana strolled away, reaching down to subtly recover her hammer on her way toward the door.

"You're sweet," she replied, picking up one of the champaign flutes from her tray and carrying it back over. "Another time. You stay right here, have a drink, and just enjoy the moment."

Rivers accepted the drink and cradled it in her hands. Hana winked at her. Then she turned and walked behind the cover of one of the many shelving units. Rivers' eyes wandered around the room.

Hana cracked open the breaker box. Every few seconds, she cast a nervous glance over her shoulder. She tried to keep herself calm. That pretty socialite wasn't going to notice, not in her state of bliss. Everything was going to be fine. She kept repeating that to herself as she identified the wires the cut.

Instantly, the few lights in their little room died. A second later, the little strip of white that slipped under the door cut out as well. Hana smiled to herself. Showtime.

"What's going on?" Rivers asked innocently. Hana could hear her about to get up.

"It's nothing, baby. Don't worry. I'll take care of everything," she replied reassuringly. Hana didn't wait another moment; she swung the door open and stepped out onto the main floor.

It was pitch black. The confused cacophony of guests whispering and complaining to each other filled her ears. She grimaced. A harsh, raspy voice cut through the talking.

"Everyone stay calm, there's nothing to worry about." The head of security. If all went well, this was closest Hana would ever get to him. She took a deep breath. Then she stepped forward.

She'd studied the floor plan. She'd measured the distance. She'd practiced the steps. Hana counted them off in her head as she walked into the darkness. She just had to trust herself.

And there it was. Right where she knew it would be. Tentatively, Hana reached her hand out and rubbed it against the glass. It was so close she could taste it. Hana closed her eyes. She gripped her hammer and swung.

Things happened so fast. Only for a second, she heard something behind her. Hana's attention focused as she heard the glass shatter. Shards flew everywhere, invisible in the void. Then everything was drowned out by the blare of the alarm.

Hana shoved her hand into the shattered hole, praying she wouldn't cut herself, and wrapped her fingers around it. The necklace. Dolores Rodier's necklace. She couldn't believe it.

Hana took a deep breath. And a big step back and away from the case. Under the alarm, she could hear boots hitting the floor. The guards. She got her back up against the wall and started moving to her right. It was almost impossible to count their footsteps with so much noise, but Hana thought she counted all three guards out on the floor.

"Get the lights back on!" The head of security shouted. "Close off the exits!" Hana grinned to herself. She could hear the edge of desperation hidden in his voice. He had nothing. She'd be gone before he figured out what was missing.

Hana moved carefully along the wall. She clutched the necklace tight in one hand, and felt for the door handle with the other. Finally, after inching her way along, she found it. She could still hear the guards struggling along, trying in vain to find the electrical room, as she slipped inside.

Silently, she crept in. Her plan was working. They'd never think to check here, in their own security room. The head of security shouted something else, but between the door and the alarm, Hana didn't hear him. She had work to do.

Hana needed to be fast, while the alarm was still going. As long it was going and they were distracted, she had time. Feeling her way across the room, Hana passed the desk, the monitors, the lockers, and reached the far wall. Again, she felt her way across it until she touched the window.

She'd spent night after night watching from the outside. Every night, the guards left the window open, or else the hours and smell would be unbearable. Tonight however, was not like any other night. This event had to go perfectly. The window was closed.

Hana panicked. Gradually, willfully, she fought it down. Her hand explored the window, hoping for a bit of luck. She had it. The window was closed, but it wasn't locked. There was no way she could've picked it in the darkness. Relieved, she pushed and the window creaked open. The alarm continued to cloak the sound.

The thick window fought her hard, but finally it was all the way open. She should just be able to crawl through it. Hana panted a little from the exertion, and leaned against the guard's desk for a moment.

As she gathered her breath, the guards finally managed to reactivate the power. Hana's brow wrinkled, they shouldn't have been able to do it that fast. Was there a backup generator she hadn't known about? No way, she'd done her homework. None of that mattered now, she just had to go.

First, the monitors came to life. Their screens glowed a slightly lighter shade of black and their logos shined. One by one they lit up and demanded a password. The sudden light nearly blinded Hana.

As her eyes got used to it, Hana blinked. She blinked again. She couldn't believe it. Beside her, stood Rivers, with a smirk on her face and a gleam in her eye.

"Wha--?" Hana started. The word was crushed in her throat by the tightening of an iron grip. All she could do was stare, wide-eyed, as Rivers pulled her arms behind her back and forced her forward. She shoved Hana down in the revolving chair the security guard used and began tying her down.

Hana struggled as hard as she could, but Rivers kept arms pined. She couldn't make a sound. As long as the guards didn't find them, she still had a chance to make it out with her prize. But time was running out, fast.

"I'm really sorry about this," Rivers whispered. "I wish it could've been another way." Rivers continued to kiss apologies into Hana's ear as she started fastening her knots.

Hana's furious responses were muffled by Rivers' hand clamped firmly across her mouth.

"Y'know, in another world, I'd be showing you my rope skills in a very different context," Rivers said, tying off the last knot and leaning back on her heels to appreciate her ties. Hana squirmed helplessly. She couldn't move at all. Even in this moment of panic and desperation, her mind was momentarily overwhelmed by fantasies of what Rivers said.