Ocean's eleven was one of Ashley's favorite movies. She always loved the heist genre, the intricate plans to steal millions from the big corporations. "But that was Hollywood fantasy," Ashley thought as she turned off the TV watching the credits roll for the hundredth time.
Her satin robe tied at the waist barely contained her breasts as they bounced freely unencumbered by a bra. She tossed the remote onto the couch and opened up her laptop to browse her tinder profile as she fished for her next date. The glow of the screen fell across her immaculate features: high cheekbones, whisps of blonde hair that caressed her face, pouty lips that hinted at limitless pleasure pursed in concentration. She had the grace of a ballerina, but had to stop her career when her breasts became too big to go professional. Her toned legs and tight abdomen only further emphasized the gravity-defying DD breasts that she was naturally given.
She stalked her next victim.
Ashley was one of the richest criminals in the world, but nobody has ever heard of her, and she likes to keep it that way. She was wealthier than any cartel boss, and did not have an organized crime enterprise. She kept things lean, and never had to carry a gun, resort to violence or even learn how to break into a safe. Her main target asset was not jewelry or gold, or information or cash, certainly not a casino. That was so twentieth century.
No, Ashley was an expert at stealing crypto currency. It was in fact the perfect asset for a thief, infinitely portable, untraceable because of its very nature, and often loosely guarded by physical means. The challenge came with cracking the digital wallets. They were often guarded with the highest levels of encryption, some even quantum-level. Brute hacking was near impossible, even if she had a supercomputer working on it for years. Unbreakable by software hacking, yes... But Ashley did not hack computers, she was what those in the industry would call "a social engineering" hacker.
"Social engineering" hackers don't hack the computer and layers of software protecting their target, no they focus on the weakest link, the human component. And God gave Ashley everything she needed to "break" the humans controlling the flow of crypto. It didn't hurt that many in the industry were nerdy men with the sexual experience of a high schooler.
Ashley's heist plan was simple by ocean's eleven standards. All crypto wallets needed a key to unlock it, if you lost that digital key, you could not access the crypto within and not even the NSA could get into it without that key. Ashley would use tinder to go on dates with men who worked around crypto, either in cybersecurity, exchanges, founders of tech companies, etc. She would use and discard the small fish to get in position to harpoon a whale. It is amazing how much information guys will give up while having their cock being gently stroked while whispering sweet nothings in their ears. A cocktail speedball of cocaine, laced with viagra and hallucogenics also forms a hornball truth serum.
Ashley reviewed the profile of her tinder match: 38 year old silicon valley cypto exchange founder - Brad. Recently divorced. Harvard-MIT grad with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
She had done a lot of digging to locate this whale. That meant hanging around crypto conferences with a reporter badge around her neck. Almost anyone could purchase reporter credentials and be a freelance journalist these days. This got her access to most conferences where she could "interview" many in the industry. Most guys were all too happy to be interviewed in private by such a stunning bombshell. Ashley exuded the blonde librarian look. A tight white blouse with a simple chain dangling and disappearing in her cleavage, paired with a pencil skirt and stilleto heels, screamed the right amount of "desperate." This worked in her favor as an up and coming social media journalist. She would flirt and brush up during her interview and do "anything" to get the inside scoop.
To find Brad, she had to "interview" two cybersecurity executives several weeks back.
Roy and David were their names, they were independent cybersecurity consultants. They basically were paid to try and hack the servers of various companies and found something interesting about Brad's exchange.
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Roy and David's interview
"You guys are hilarious," Ashley smiled as she laughed at one of Roy and David's off-color jokes. "I would really like to chat more for my audience about the security of these exchanges. That is always the fear," she asked as she put a microphone in front of Roy. Soon they were back in one of the private conference rooms.
"Well, exchanges are extremely safe. I would trust them over your local bank," Roy exclaimed.
"If that were completely true. Why would anyone need you guys?" Ashley asked. The three of them were sitting in one of the private booths off the conference floor to allow for private meetings. Ashley had set up a camera tripod and was sitting between both men conducting her interview. Her skirt rode up her thighs exposing her lace tops as she said this. Her horn rimmed glasses framed her light brown eyes and perfect makeup.
"Even the most secure places have small weaknesses that we are paid to figure out so they can be patched," David added. He couldn't help but stare down Ashley's top as she shymied back to Roy.
"Well what is the biggest weakness you have found," Ashley asked as she placed her hand on Roy's thigh, brushing his hardening cock, and staring straight in his eyes and giving him a knowing smile. He gulped loudly.
Not missing a beat, "I mean nothing the public should be worried about I hope," she added as Ashley dropped her other hand into David's lap and started massaging the aching lump that was rapidly expanding.
"I really want to break the story about a security breach before it even happens. While I am sure you client list is confidential, I was hoping you could make an exception," Ashley added.
Before Roy and David could say a word, she had expertly unzipped them and fished their rock hard cocks out through their boxers. Ashley glided her fingers over their shafts as they moaned in unison. Soon she got into a rhythm as she jacked them off in the conference room.
"Come on guys. Help out an up and coming journalist get her big break" she chimed before engulfing Roy's cock. His eyes bulged out of his head. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she continued jacking off his partner.
