The Thief 

Marie has to beat up John to keep her loot

Marie Andrews was getting dressed for work. At least that was the way 
she viewed it. Her occupation was unusual. Marie was a thief. Not just 
an ordinary, run of the mill burglar, but one who concentrated on 
wealthy people, mostly when they were staying in luxury hotels. Marie 
had gotten into this line of work almost by accident. While working as 
an assistant manager in one of the new Mariott Resort Hotels, she had 
followed a guest back to his room to return a Mont Blanc pen he had left 
at the desk. The door was unlocked and the guest was in the shower. 
Several hundred dollars and a Rolex watch were just laying on the 
dresser. Marie picked everything up and shoved it in her pocket. This 
took all of about 30 seconds. Marie left the room. She returned about 
twenty minutes later, knocked on the door, stating that she was there to 
return his pen. The guest thanked her and asked her to call the police 
to report a robbery. They came, found out that the door had been left 
unlocked by the chagrined guest, looked at each other, shrugged, and 
left. They told the guest that they would investigate but the chances of 
finding his possessions were not very good. Marie was standing there 
taking it all in. She saw how careless most guests were, and how easy 
this could be. She started looking for other opportunities in her hotel, 
and found that at least once per week some careless guest would provide 
her with an easy score for the week. She started looking for an outlet 
to unload the jewelry that she had stolen, and finally found Billy 
Jamison, a high class fence. Billy was impressed by the beginner's 
innate ability and began to teach her what to look for and what to 
ignore. They expanded their operation to include other hotels by paying 
off bellhops and cocktail waitresses to spot potential victims. Soon 
Marie was making more money than she had ever dreamed possible. She kept 
her job at the hotel to keep up appearances. 

As Marie continued to dress for her evening's work, she reflected on her 
new occupation. She felt she was uniquely qualified for this kind of 
work. She had been involved in gymnastics from the time she was four 
years old. Marie and her family had their collective hearts set on Marie 
becoming an Olympic gymnast, but she hit a growth spurt and became what 
the elite coaches felt was "Too big". However, she did earn a college 
scholarship for it, and received a free education. While in college, the 
gymnastics team also worked out in the weight room. Marie loved it. Her 
body responded quickly to the training, and her strength increased 
dramatically. After graduation, she continued to work out religiously. 
She also took great pains to retain the flexibility that had made her a 
good gymnast. Now at age 26, she had the body of a quick muscular 
athlete. Perfect for her new line of work, she thought as she looked at 
her body in the mirror. Playfully she flexed her bicep. A large, hard, 
peaked muscle sprang into sight. she smiled and finished dressing for 
her night's activity. 

Marie was dressed all in black. Black running shoes, black jeans, and 
black silk blouse. she covered her short, dark hair with a black 
baseball cap. Again she looked in the mirror. Her dark, tanned skin and 
prominent cheekbones, and green eyes looked more like a high fashion 
model than anything else if not for that body which definitely was not 
skinny enough for modeling. Marie pulled on a pair of skin-tight leather 
gloves and she was ready to go. Tonight, she was going to the Hyatt 
Hotel. Bobbie Lanson, the daughter of a wealthy shipping line owner, was 
staying there. The estimate of the jewelry she wore to charity function 
she was attending there was well over $400,000. Bobbie had a habit of 
changing after these functions and going to the spa for an hour or so 
before locking her valuables in the hotel safe for the night. Since she 
used the big hotel safe, she did not lock them in the small safe in her 
suite. It was too much trouble for just an hour. Marie tonight was going 
to go into Bobbie's suite while she was soaking in the spa. 

Marie parked her car two blocks from the hotel on a one way street, so 
traffic would not be a problem. Slipping through a side entrance, she 
took the stairs to the 15th floor, where Bobbie's suite was located. 
"Good thing I'm in shape," Marie thought as she reached the 15th floor. 
"That's a long climb." Marie pulled a master key from the Hyatt she had 
paid a great deal of money for from the black leather utility belt she 
wore. After checking the hallway, she quickly inserted the key and 
entered the suite. Rapidly she searched the room. The jewelry was in one 
of the clothing bags in the closet. "Not to clever. Should have used the 
safe." Marie removed the gems from their carrying case and laid them out 
on the dresser. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "These diamonds are perfect."  
Marie was so engrossed in her admiration and analysis of the diamonds, 
she lost track of time. Just as she started to replace the diamonds in 
the case, the door opened and Bobbie walked in. Bobbie instantly saw 
Marie and the jewelry case, and knew what was happening. Then she made a 
mistake. Bobbie had always fancied herself an athlete, and had actually 
had a couple of fights with other women, so she thought that instead of 
running out of the suite and calling security, that she could handle 
this herself. Bobbie charged across the room with arms outstretched 
preparing to grab Marie. 

After Marie recovered from her initial surprise at being caught, she was 
delighted to see Bobbie attack instead of running for help. As Bobbie 
closed in, Marie spun toward her and started a punch with her leather 
encased right fist toward Bobbie. In the darkened suite with Marie 
wearing the black clothes, Bobbie never saw it coming. Marie's fist, 
rising almost from the floor smashed into Bobbie's chin. Even with all 
the momentum that Bobbie had generated in her run at Marie, the 
unexpected and powerful punch stopped her dead in her tracks. Her head 
snapped back, and she slowly collapsed to the floor. Marie looked down 
at the unconscious Bobbie. "So that is what a perfect punch feels like." 
Marie realized that the crotch of her jeans was wet. "That was almost as 
good as sex."  She took a quick look out the door and saw no one in the 
hallway. She returned to the dresser and carefully finished putting the 
diamonds back in the case. As she prepared to leave, Bobbie was starting 
to stir. " We can't have you calling the cops for a while" Marie said to 
the slowly moving Bobbie. "Let's put you to bed". Marie pulled the still 
very groggy Bobbie to her feet and dragged her to the suite's bedroom. 
Marie released Bobbie at the foot of the king sized bed. Bobbie weaved 
unsteadily on her feet. Marie reached out with her left hand and tilted 
Bobbie's face slightly and moved back one step. She cocked her strong 
right fist back as far as she could. Marie then uncoiled her whole body 
into the punch. As her fist accelerated toward Bobbie's jaw, she felt a 
sensation she never thought possible from any activity other than sex. 
Marie's leather covered fist crashed landed on Bobbie's jaw, and her 
follow-through almost caused her fist to touch the floor. Bobbie's head 
whipped around to her right and her body rotated a half turn as she flew 
through the air and landed on the bed. She bounced once and lay still 
face down on the bed. Marie's panties and jeans were sopping wet. 

She couldn't believe the sexual thrill she got from knocking out Bobbie. 
"This may be better than sex!" Marie thought. She looked at Bobbie on 
the bed not moving. She walked around to the head of the bed and checked 
out Bobbie. She seemed to be all right, except that her jaw on the left 
side of her face was very swollen and hung at a funny angle, indicating 
that it was probably broken. "That's the price you have to pay for 
trying to be a hero." Marie said to the unconscious Bobbie. Marie looked 
at her gloved fist. "These gloves are perfect. A little padding to 
protect my knuckles, but not enough to effect the punch." Marie got her 
emotions under control, picked up the jewelry case and walked to the 
door. "By the time she wakes up, I should be on my second glass of wine 
at dinner." Marie said to herself. She slowly opened the door and looked 
up and down the hall. When she saw nothing moving, she walked quickly to 
the stairs, down to the same side entrance through which she entered the 
hotel, and started walking to her car. As she passed an alley, a man 
holding a pistol stepped out and ordered her to stop. Her first thought 
was the police. However the man told her to step in to the alley. He 
said " You are working in my territory. I have been planning this heist 
for a long time and your interference won't be tolerated. Hand over that 
case and I might let you live!". He went on to explain his name was 
John Wilmington and he had been operating in these same hotels for years 
and he wondered who it was that had been beating him to the big scores 
lately. As he talked he forced Marie farther back in the alley. John 
then demanded that Marie hand over the case. 

Marie knew that her chances of leaving that alley alive were very slim 
unless she did something drastic. She tossed the case up in the air in 
John's direction. His eyes followed the case, and Marie saw her only 
chance. As John watched the jewelry case descend, Marie dived at him. He 
tried to refocus and line up the pistol for a shot, but she was on him. 
As they collided they slammed into the brick wall of the alley with 
John's back hitting it hard. Marie held his gun hand at the wrist and 
drove her knee into his groin. 1,2,3,4, times her knee drove into his 
balls. John was sick with the pain. Marie backed up and punted his head 
like a football. John collapsed to the asphalt. Marie checked him out 
for a split second and started to collect the diamonds which were 
scattered in the alley when the case hit the hard asphalt. 

As Marie left the alley, she saw one earring that she had missed. Just 
as she bent over to retrieve the earring, she heard a shot and felt the 
whiz of a bullet where her back had been just before she reached for the 
earring. She saw John on his knees trying to line up another shot. She 
dived to her left, causing him to miss again. As John tried to swing the 
pistol to bear on her Marie covered the last few feet between them. Her 
right foot shot out and made contact with the gun which sailed deeper 
into the alley. John cried out and grabbed his injured wrist. Marie 
smashed her leather clad fist straight to his chin. John slumped back 
against the wall. Marie was not going to make the same mistake twice. 
Hauling John to his feet, she buried her fist deep in his belly. John 
wanted to fall to the ground but Marie held him up. Again her fist 
smashed John's belly. He started to fold up and emptied the contents of 
his stomach on the ground. Marie felt that same sexual excitement that 
she had felt before when punching out Bobbie. As her climax kept 
building so did her ferocity. She pounded her fists mercilessly into 
John' s face. Time after time her hard fists landed and John's blood 
flowed. 

Finally a climax hit like Marie had never felt before. When it was over, 
she started to look for John. She had lost track of him due to the 
climax's intensity. John was on his hands and knees trying to crawl away 
from his destroyer. Marie strode slowly around in front of him. When he 
looked up and saw Marie standing there he started pleading for his life. 
Marie picked up his pistol. She stared at John for several seconds, the 
stuck the gun in the back of her jeans. "If I ever see you around here 
again, I will kill you!" Marie told him. With that she lifted him to his 
feet once more. She couldn't resist driving her fist deep into his 
battered stomach one more time. As he moaned and started to drop, she 
blasted that leather encased bludgeon that was her right fist to his 
chin one final time. John was lifted off his feet and banged into the 
alley wall where he slowly slid down to lay still at her feet. Marie 
picked up the jewelry case and slowly walked to her car. As she drove 
away, she reflected on the events of the evening. Still somewhat amazed 
at her sexual reaction to her fistic assaults on Bobbie and John, she 
vowed to make that a part of each caper, from now on. "It may be like a 
drug," she mused "If you do it once, it may be addictive because this 
feeling is something I definitely must have again."