In a penthouse apartment on London, Andrew took off his suit after a long day leading Globotech, an industry leader in financial technology. A long shower will wash off the stresses of his latest takeover negotiations off, and although there was much cause to celebrate that would have to wait until the paperwork was signed in the morning and then go out that night with the team.
Stepping in to the huge shower in his white marble bathroom, he let the steam ease his muscles. Andrew had always been in to combat sports and exercise - that being reflected in his toned muscular physique, and no matter how hard work became, he never missed his two hour early morning workout.
While the steam and foamy body wash had their desired effect, Andrew suddenly thought he heard a noise in his lounge. Dismissing it as just a crazy thought, after all he's in the penthouse on the 21st floor and hasn't heard the door's entry chime, he continued to rinse off and turn off the shower.
Walking through to the lounge with a white egyptian cotton towel tied around his waist Andrew, he sees Alice climbing in through a window. She looks incredible in a black shiny wetlook catsuit and over the knee leather boots. This was her trademark outfit as the Catwoman. She hasn't seen him though, her eyes fixed firmly on the two hundred million dollar Jackson Pollack painting on the wall. He was glad for that, as his eyes just soaked her beauty up, looking at the way the soft lights reflected on her black shiny ass.
As a strong powerful man, he was looking forward to grabbing hold of her and teaching her a lesson. His tastes in rough sex meant that finding a compatible girlfriend in the past were a challenge, ladies were attracted to his money and power (not to mention the Lamborghinis and apartment that came with them), but couldn't cope with him when it came to sex... intense would be an understatement.
He watches as she reaches up and touches the frame of the painting, stroking it with her long dark red nails. He's always had a fetish for long red nails, feeling that it gives ladies an elegant look - a lady more than a common street slut.
Feeling his cock starting to get hard and make a tent of his towel, he knows it's time to get started in engaging then punishing her - if he leaves it too long he'll have a huge erection and that would give her the upper hand, and he wanted to have her at a disadvantage.
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He leaned against the arm of his large comfortable sofa, cleared his throat and Alice jerked to look at him. "Do you need some help getting my painting off the wall?" he asked her. Alice smiled and slowly withdrew her hand from the frame. She turned to face him.
"Well, I didn't know anyone was here. But it's nice to meet you, my name is Alice" she replied. Wow, he thought, she's crazily calm confident having just been caught trying to steal such an expensive painting.
"Err, Andrew" he replied as she released her long blonde hair from being tied back and started to unzip the front of her catsuit. He was lost in the sights in front of him, watching her undress down to a lacy black corset on her top. This was unusual for him, he expected her to panic, to try to run, anything other than take this in her stride and actually progress in to a very sexual situation.
As the catsuit came down paste her lacy black panties and suspender belt holding up black stockings, she pulled the legs of it out of her long black boots and then pulled the catsuit down over her boots and took it off. Standing there with the gentle light highlighting her, the white of her thighs above the stocking tops she looked like an absolute goddess. His resolve to make her pay for breaking in to his apartment, was intensified by how amazing she'd look when he fucked her.
"Well there's no denying you look incredible, but why would you dress like that to break in and steal things?" he asked.
"Firstly, thank you, I appreciate your compliment" she said as she picked up a small black bag from a pocket in her catsuit on the floor and walked over to a large mirror on the wall, "well, the reason is really very simple..."
She took a small tube of lipstick from the bag and slowly applied a layer of red lipstick to her lips in the mirror. He watched the way her long glossy nails elegantly held the lipstick to her lips and the lips changed to a super sexy colour as she glided it over her lips. "Most of the people that own apartments and prized items like this are men. The chances of me being caught are very low, but I'm an expert in this so I like to protect myself against all risks - I always come prepared" she carried on.
Finishing with the lipstick and checking the job she'd done, satisfied, she changed the tube in her hand for another one and started applying a clear layer of lip gloss to her lips. "Now, some guys will get all flustered when they see me like this and let me just do what I want, others will to fuck me and their basic instincts will take over their mind and forget why I'm here" she stated, "but mostly just because I'm comfortable in my own skin and like wearing outfits like this, it reflects how powerful I feel inside". A final check of the lip gloss and touching up a couple of bits, she puts the tubes away in the bag and puts the bag on the side unit.
Turning back to face him, he said "well, it certainly does having this conversation much more enjoyable, but how did you get in here?" He wanted to keep his mind off the hardening of his large cock as he felt it swell and almost need adjusting as it pushed the towel so far away from him.
She explained that she had bought a security pass to the building on the dark web, went to the roof in a service elevator and changed from maintenance overalls up there in to her "work outfit" and then abseiled down on a rope to the window. The windows this high up in apartment buildings often aren't as secure as lower windows are. After taking the painting, she'd simply reverse the procedure, back out of the window up the rope and in to the service elevator with the pass again.
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Fearing that she was losing his interest (without knowing he was consciously just trying to keep a handle on his lust) she slowly walked towards him, the high heels of her long black leather boots clicking on his dark wooden flooring. Echoing in the silence of his room, not a word spoken between them, he felt stuck in place, still leaning against the arm of his sofa while he watched her slowly and purposefully walk towards him.
She reaches up towards his face, her red nails gently scratching his cheek and deeply kisses him. He felt his cock immediately swell and reached up to put his hands on her waist. As his hands came close suddenly they felt really heavy and he couldn't quite reach. She was still passionately kissing him, holding his face and stroking him. His arms dropped to his sides and he felt his cock soften, his head get a little lighter and emptier and then the world faded to darkness.
He slowly opened his eyes and was lying on his huge bed. "Oh, hey there, you're awake" said Alice from her position on the chair in his bedroom. "I guess right now, even though you can't speak, you're wondering what happened. Well, it's really simple, I have a powerful experimental muscle paralysing drug in my lip gloss and an antidote barrier in the red lipstick that you so loved watching me put on. So it has no effect on me, but now you can't move a single muscle - although you're still awake and can feel everything."
She walks over towards him and sits by the side of him. She gently scratches his chest and abs with her glossy red fingernail. "Oh, I love your sexy muscles," she whispered, "normally at this time, I just grab what I came for and leave, but I actually think I'll stay and have some fun with you first".
He really wants her to do that, and even though he'd consent if he could, with his vocal chords paralysed he can't make a sound. She gently and slowly pulls open the towel he's still wearing. She could have done this while he was unconscious, but she wanted him to feel and see her do it, knowing he can't stop her.
He feels her nails gently and slowly scratch on his upper thighs. He feels his cock tingle, but hears her say "what a shame this won't wake up and move, that paralytic drug really is a strong one. Stil I guess I can still have some fun even if you can't".
She squats either side of his face, pulls her lacy black panties to one side and sits over his mouth. She wriggles a little, but realises he can't move his tongue. "Hmmm, this won't work, wait one minute..." she says and quickly gets off him. Going over to the large wall size mirror in his bedroom she wipes all the lipgloss off and reapplies the red lipstick.
Coming back to Andrew on the bed, Alice opens her mouth with her beautiful hands and sucks on his tongue, like she's giving it a blowjob. The lipstick acting as the antidote, and Andrew feels that his tongue can move again as he returns her kiss. He tries to speak to her, but still can't make a noise. Feeling that his tongue is back fully awake again, she sits on his face. Andrew was defiant though, this is not how he rolls! He kept his tongue perfectly still to try to frustrate her.
She reaches down and pinches his nose, "you have a choice, you can make me cum or just pass out here through having no air and then we can keep repeating that until you get the fucking hint!"
After a few seconds, the decision was easy, Andrew started to lick her clit up and down. She felt this and let go of his nose. "Good boy" she said as she started to grind on his face. His tongue was teasing around her clit, normally he'd be using his hands at the same time but as that wasn't an option he tried his hardest to get her off to end this facesitting quickly. He stuck his tongue in to her pussy hole and licked the piece of skin between her pussy and her asshole. "Oh fuck yeah" Alice shouted.
