The Big Score By Montrose He doesn't get the jewels but he does score All Zeek wanted was one big score; something he could retire on - and he only 30 years of age. Something simple but daring and very, very profitable. Like taking gold-plated candy from a baby. Living in the state capital meant that most of the rich people he could use as pigeons were in politics. And of course the fattest cat in town was Mayor Anderson. Anderson was old money. He, his gorgeous wife and their equally gorgeous daughter lived up at the mayor's mansion. While fenced, patrolled and wired, it wasn't Fort Knox. Zeek had been to school in the state pen. And he had some electrical engineering knowledge. He knew he could beat the system at the mansion. But what was the prize? The answer to that came on the mayor's daughter's 18th birthday. The sweet young thing had received a diamond necklace worth a fortune which she planned to wear to a ball in her honor at the mansion next Saturday night. "God bless the society pages." Murmured Zeek over his coffee as he read all the particulars. The girl's name was Alexandria Anderson but she went by Alex. She was a "stunning 5 foot 11 inch beauty" according to the society page hack. The hack went on to say she has "matured magnificently since her high school days of competing at the top levels in swimming, tennis and softball." Apparently she still enjoyed these sports but was only continuing with swimming at the college level. "Whatever." Muttered Zeek. Why didn't the hack say more about the necklace? Here it was near the end... gown details... shoes (3 inch heals)... and jewelry. "The crowning glory is the ice diamond necklace Miss Anderson will wear to the ball. The cold blue spark from these radiant gems will match her eyes and contrast with her warm heart." Sighed the hack. "What? No street value mentioned?" Whispered Zeek sarcastically. The article went on to say she would be wearing the jewels at the ribbon cutting ceremony for the new library at noon. "I'll see you there Alex, baby." He needed a good look at those stones himself. Zeek blended well with the other cameramen on the steps of the new library. He had to admit when he saw Alex that "stunning" was an accurate description - or at least a beginning. The tight, V-neck top stopped short of her firm midriff (one belly button ring). The denim mini showed off her firm legs very well, as did the platform sandals. "Don't get romantic, old boy." He reminded himself. She towered over the two men on either side of her as she held the big scissors. Even in her heels she moved like a cat smiling at the crowd - she saw they loved her and she was eating it up like a captured sparrow. Her long blonde hair tickled her ample shoulders as she bent down to cut the ribbon. Cameras flashed like mad as her top fell a bit to expose even more of that eye-catching cleavage. Zeek tried to keep his eyes on the diamonds that glittered around her neck as the bulbs flashed. He forgot to take a picture. But he knew he wanted that necklace now. It was the meal ticket he had been looking for. Of course, he wanted Alex too, just for an hour or two, just for kicks. What man wouldn't? He left the event thinking about her powerful, tall frame as much as he thought about the diamonds. Once back in his small but tidy flat he berated himself for being unprofessional. "Don't let a skirt cloud your brain now Zeek!" He snapped at himself. "You got a lot of planning to do!" He took a cold shower and planned for Saturday night. He had to be ready for after the ball. The news Saturday night showed Alexandria Anderson arriving at the ball and commanding center stage. A score of gorgeous women from 18 to 40 followed in her wake like lesser vessels arriving at a port. Not a one of them was noticed as Alex swept past. Men standing next to wives and sweethearts stopped in mid-sentence to admire the young, towering beauty in the black white gown. Her blonde hair was piled high, the gown cut low. Her powerful arms and back were bare and her hands gloved. At home Zeek admired her as well, but remembered to check. Yes. She was wearing the necklace. She would have to take it off to go to bed tonight. When the news moved on to sports, he moved on to studying the mansion layout one more time. Alex had a third story bedroom with a secluded window at the back of the mansion. The ivy was quite mature. He could even hide in it this time of year, let alone climb it. Being 5 foot 8 inches and slim had advantages. From previous stake outs he had determined that she left the window open a crack at night. The fence was wired to security but he could bypass it with a little work near the service gate. There was a one hour window between patrols of the grounds (2 men, 2 dogs) from 11 at night to 5 in the morning. The ball ended at midnight. Alex was generally an early riser, so he guessed she would have lights out by 1 or 1:30. He planned to arrive shortly after 2 to watch the patrol go by. He would wait 15 minutes and them make his move. 2:05 AM. The room was dark and here came the guards. Based on their jovial mood Zeek guessed the party had been a success. "Did you see Alex bend over the punch bowl?" the tall one said. "Oh yeah." The short one snickered. "I wouldn't mind bending her over myself." The tall one laughed, "Well, bring a step stool. You wouldn't stand a chance without it." "Fuck off!" Shorty snapped. "I could hump that big girl to her knees." "Don't let the mayor hear you say that." Zeek whispered from his hiding spot across the street. 2:15 AM. The room was dark and the lawn was like a graveyard. Zeek had set the fence cams to loop a nice peaceful stretch. The other sensors had been put to sleep. Zeek slipped over the fence like a spirit and then darted up the vast lawn to the ivy covered wall. He slipped in and climbed up to the open third story window. He peaked over the ledge. Alex lay sleeping on silk sheets like a princess. She wore a sleeveless nighty and her back was turned to the window. Damn she had meaty shoulders thought Zeek. A nicely defined back, too. "Steady Zeek." He lipped but made no sound. Then he slid the window open just a touch more. It worked smooth and quiet. So did Zeek as he slithered over and lay flat on the floor for several heartbeats. After Alex did nothing more than keep up her steady breathing Zeek returned the window to its original position in case the extra air should wake her. He took a moment to examine the room. Either she was neater than most girls or the maids at the mansion worked hard. The only clothes laying about were from the ball. The gown lay over a big chair on the other side of the room. A strapless bra (D cup at the least) hung from a bedpost. Nylons lay on the floor. Her panties Zeek found at his feet. It must be the maids, Zeek thought as he picked up the panties. He sniffed them. Was that a faint whiff of lavender? He looked at the curves under the silk sheets and gritted his teeth. The diamonds, damn it! He reminded himself. He could buy himself a couple almost as good as her after he sold the diamonds. On a vanity he spotted a large jewelry box, almost a suitcase. It stood open and laying on the top was his prize. Zeek stood and crept over the carpet to the vanity. The mirror was littered with pictures and letters from 6 or 7 admirers, all strapping young men. Zeek wondered if she had them positioned according to the rank they held in her heart. If so, he envied the big dark man on the upper right of the mirror with the annoying goatee. Zeek's frown turned to a smile as he looked down on the fabulous display in the jewelry box. The necklace was the big score, but damn if that girl hadn't amassed a formidable supply of hardware already beyond that! Zeek's greedy claw reached out and closed over a big pile of precious stones and metal. Suddenly the box lid slammed shut on his hand. Zeek stifled a yelp and tried to pull back but his hand was trapped. He looked up and saw the same smile as he had seen on the library steps. Damn she was gorgeous! And big - and she was leaning all that upper body weight onto thew top of the box! Even barefoot she had 3 inches on him. He could only guess that she outweighed him by 40 pounds or so. "My hand!" He whimpered. Alex held a finger to her lips reminding him to not make a noise. But why should she want silence? Why didn't she start yelling for help? Zeek decided to take action before she came to her senses. He used his free left hand to backhand the crap out of her, hoping to knock her back a step before silencing her. Alex's head snapped to one side. Zeek tried to free his hand. She was still leaning heavy on the lid of the box. Zeek unloaded with all he had into her gut. It was then that he noticed her nighty didn't quite cover. And she had neglected to wear bottoms. It almost distracted him from noticing that his punch had no effect. None at all. Well... almost none. He looked up again. She stood glaring down. Now she wasn't smiling. "Why you..." She snarled as fire shot from her eyes. Zeek never saw the punch coming. Alex shot a rabbit punch into his left eye. Zeek's head jerked back and he staggered until he ran out of arm. Alex grabbed him by the collar and stood him close again. Then she punched him again in the same eye. This time Zeek fell to his knees. It was hard to decide if his hand or eye hurt more now. Alex picked up her hand from the box. Zeek's hand slid out empty as he collapsed at her feet. The girl turned her back on him and began fixing her hair, humming softly. Zeek looked up those long powerful legs and gathered his courage. He had figured out that he wasn't going to be able to stand toe-to-toe with this girl. 18 or not he had to admit she could take his punch no problem, and he couldn't take much more of hers. But he didn't want to leave without his jewels! Then Zeek noticed the nylons close at hand. He glanced up with his good eye and saw that Alex was engrossed with her own beauty - ignoring him. Zeek grabbed a nylon stocking and twisted it around both hands. He winced as he wrapped the damaged hand. But he could still strangle her. He had that much going for him. He leaped up on tip-toe and slipped the nylon over her head and around her neck then pulled tight behind her. Alex staggered back and fell face down on her bed gasping for air. Zeek climbed on her powerful back. Now he had her! He pulled tight and saw her ears go red. He expected her to go for her neck. But instead her hands went to his legs. She held them on. She stood with Zeek riding piggyback as he strangled her. She took several quick steps toward the wall, spun around and crammed Zeek into the wall with all her weight ramming into him. She stepped away from the wall. Although he still held the nylon he was too stunned to apply any pressure. He would have fallen off, but Alex held him on so he wouldn't slide down... not yet. She wasn't through with him. She took another run and crammed him into the wall again. He felt as if his ribs would break! Before stepping away from the wall, Alex held Zeek crushed there and took the nylon from him. Then she reached around and grabbed him by the neck. She examined him as she held him aloft with one hand. His feet dangled and he couldn't breathe. He was almost out already when there came a knock at the door. Alex stuffed Zeek under her sheets and sat on his head. "Yes?" She called in a sweet voice. "I heard a noise miss." Came a male voice from the hall. "Is everything all right?" Must be a guard. "Couldn't be better." Called Alex. "Okay miss. Good night." "Good night." When she stood Zeek was passed out. She sat on his chest and pinned his arms with her knees. She slapped his face repeatedly until he came to. "Stop." Zeek moaned. "Make me." Alex giggled back. She slapped him some more. He struggled but it was pathetic. She was doing little more than relaxing on him and slapping him raw while he spent all his energy doing nothing. "Please." Zeek finally begged. "I give up." "You give up?" She said with contempt. "Yes. Please let me go." Zeek pleaded. "I give up." She teased in a whiny imitation of his voice. "Do you have any idea how wimpy that sounds?" she asked. Zeek got mad and struggled a bit more. She giggled. After he lay panting again she said, "You know what I'm going to do next? I'm going to tie you up and stuff my fist up your ass." "The fuck you are!" snapped Zeek and he fought with everything he had left. Alex just sat and giggled at his pitiful attempts. He even began to cry a bit. Alex showed him her big fist. "That is gonna hurt." She snarled. "And you can't do a damn thing to stop me." She flexed her big paw in his face. Zeek broke into a sweat. Zeek gulped. She was right of course. She could snuff his lights out any time she felt like it. Of course she could fist-fuck him. And yet he still couldn't help noticing how gorgeous she was. The words got out before he could stop them. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He whispered. Her face softened. "You're not just saying that?" She asked fixing her hair a bit. Zeek admired her strong arms as she did. "No - you are." He panted from between her knees. "You're even more beautiful than you are strong." Alex blushed a bit, "Now you're just buttering me up." She said. But he could see from the protruding nipples in her nighty that she was enjoying the attention. He could feel her box heat up on his chest too. "I wish..." he began. "What?" asked the girl. She leaned down so her big tits were in his face. "You wish what?" "I wish there was something I could do to show you how gorgeous I think you are and maybe... maybe something I could do to redeem myself. Even a little..." She must have caught the glint in his eye because he saw it echoed in hers. "Oh... there might be something." She whispered as she slid her heated clam up to his face. Zeek got busy on her lavender scented pie. Oh my she tasted good, so clean and fresh. Eating out Alexandria Anderson was more satisfying than kissing any number of girls he had been glad to be with before in his life. Hell. It was better than fucking any of them! Alex managed to keep her moans down as she came, but those sheets would never be the same. The big wet spots she left all over the silk and all over Zeek were formidable. She rode his face all over that room before she finally seemed satisfied. She collapsed on him, panting and dripping. But still she wouldn't let him up. As she rested she kept him trapped in a scissors hold around his chest just hard enough to flex his ribs and keep him from breathing deep. He begged for mercy at first but she just twisted his arm and told him to shut up. So he kept quiet and took it. Around 4:00 she had another go at Zeek's face until first light. He was spent, exhausted, in pain everywhere and covered in goo. Eventually, Alex pushed him out the window then grabbed his neck before he dropped to his death. "You come back next Saturday night or I'll use every resource at my daddy's disposal to hunt you down like a dog. You understand?" She snarled. Zeek gasped that he would be there. She made him cough up his name and address. He was too frightened hanging three floors up to lie. The she planted a deep wet kiss on his breathless mouth before letting him go. He fell the first story before getting tangled in the ivy. She watched him take a while to get over the fence in his battered condition, but he had plenty of time. Alex ripped the wet sheets from her bed and laid down on a spare comforter. She was snoozing sweetly within minutes, wet muff drying in the early morning breeze. When Zeek got home he bandaged himself carefully, checking for fractures. He better see a doctor about those ribs and the hand. His face looked like he had fallen out of a tree onto it. He showered and considered his plight. On the one hand he had failed to gain the diamonds. And, while Alex had gotten all she wanted he was supporting blue-vein wood that felt like it would explode. But she wanted to see him again! Zeek pulled his meat in the shower dreaming about his next encounter with her, hoping she would let him get some, too. After that he called and had 3 dozen long stem roses delivered to her. It had been a costly night. But maybe that "big score" was of a different nature than he had intended.