Nyla looked down at the building before her. It was strange to say that an office building was intimidating, but whoever built it pulled it off. The Office building fifteen meters away from her was a seventeen story block of featureless concrete dotted with windows. Few of the windows were lit.
Nyla's gaze was focused on a window on the top floor, a fancy office. She let out a sigh of relief when the figure walked out of the office and turned off the lights plunging it into darkness. Why it was occupied at one in the morning was a frustrating mystery.
The job had been more tedious than dangerous. It had been trivial picking the lock of the twenty story apartment next to the office building, but it was better than the trudge up twenty flights of stairs dragging her duffle bag. It was not strenuous, just boring and time consuming.
She was in peak physical condition due to her years of being a gymnast and her many jobs as a thief keeping her fit and agile. She was just under six feet tall with a very athletic and toned body. Her dark skin, tight bodysuit clung to her and displayed her thin waist, athletic thighs and fist sized breasts. Sure, it left little to the imagination but nobody was supposed to see her anyway.
Tracking Julius Reynard was not a hard task. He was a proud CEO of a company that Nyla didn't care about, but he was an amateur collector. And had recently come into possession of a very, Very old artifact that unknown to him was worth a fortune to the right people. Rumors were already spreading in dark corners and dive bars that plans to steal it were already underway.
Nyla could have waited until someone approached her with the job to acquire the artifact but she was feeling restless and, deciding to have some fun she had already put in place a plan to steal it before anyone tried or asked then sell it on the black market for a great profit. Following Julius and standing on a freezing rooftop for several hours waiting for him to leave was not what she would call fun but now that the office was empty things were about to change.
She reached into her duffle bag and produced a rifle with a metal spike sticking out of the nozzle. She aimed and fired it at the roof below her, a length of cable attached to the spike. After it connected, she attached a pulley to the cable and slid from one building to the other, the wind rushing through her hair as she sped hundreds of feet above the air.
She didn't wear a mask, much to her peers' confusion, mainly because She didn't need to. She was almost never seen during her job, staying hidden in the shadows. On the few occasions she was seen she was gone so fast nobody could remember her large emerald eyes, full lips, fair skin and oval shaped face. There were undoubtedly security cameras in the building but that was the least of her concerns.
She landed and rolled on the office roof. Reflexively, she reached up to brush her hair out of her face and found none, having cut her midnight blue hair down to a pixie cut that at worst troubled her cheeks. To her surprise, the roof door was not locked, Nyla couldn't repress a laugh at the ridiculous scene. When she was finished she entered.
Just as she thought, there was exactly one security camera in the hallways of the office. She pressed herself against the wall and shimmied under it. Julius Reynard's office was not hard to find, it had a huge plaque next to it. That door was locked and beyond that she found herself in a wide office, lined with bookshelves and stinking of riches.
There was a bronze trophy on one shelf, a Rolex on the desk, an expensive looking statuette made of a metal she couldn't instantaneously identify but shined in the light nonetheless.
All of it made Nyla's mouth water at the prospects but she reminded herself that she was here for only one thing. One thing more valuable than anything else in the room. Or so she had heard.
The safe on the wall was easy to crack. Putting her ear to it she turned the knob until she heard the three clicks. Inside were some stacks of money and a wooden totem-esque statue. Nyla smiled, That was what she was looking for.
Less than an hour later, Nyla was back in her apartment on the other side of town with no evidence she was in the building. The CEO would return and find his office unlocked, but the artifact replaced with a convincing look alike. It would be days, maybe weeks, before he would analyze the totem and realize the deception.
Nyla had barely broken a sweat but regardless she stripped out of her body suit, showered and slipped on an oversized shirt and panties. She lay in bed and looked over the totem. It was wooden and vaguely shaped like a man in place of a head, It had a strange looking jewel. Unable to figure out the mysteries of the ancient wooden carving she fell asleep with it next to her.
Nyla woke the next morning feeling somewhat flustered, instantly she could tell that something was off but she couldn't immediately figure out what. As she got up, she felt something between her legs. Confused, she pulled down her pants. Her confusion turned to horror as she threw off the blanket and pants exposing her horrified suspicion to the morning light.
Her crotch now sported a thick penis where none had been the previous night. It was long and painfully ridged, standing fully erect. For the first time in years, Nyla screamed in horror. It took her a few minutes to collect herself and take several deep breaths.
