D'Gemwick - Princess of Peril
Caught Alone Fe
An Appealing Bit of Skullduggery
The story below was crafted from a friend’s request to create a scenario she thought of while she was dressed up…
It was a beautiful reception, in more ways than I could ever have imagined.
I was on the prowl that Saturday afternoon, visiting my list of venues that hosted wedding receptions.
I soon saw one that looked promising. First spotting the bridesmaids as they were exiting the limo. They were wearing matching long gowns and jewelry that sparkled with a dazzling radiance. There was also just a darling redhead in their group who was around 12 years old. I could have just eaten her up, she looked that delicious in her sumptuous gown and grownup jewels.
So, of course, I pulled in and snuck through a back entrance.
I blended right in with the crowd of elegantly attired guests, with my heavy silk blouse and long satiny skirt. I was also wearing an eye-catching array of gold jewelry. I had my small side purse, inside which I had my velvet mask and a concealed derringer double-cylinder pistol. Because one could never be unprepared.
I eluded security and was able to prowl about looking for an easy mark.
I soon spotted one, a blonde wearing a just too lovely shiny silk dress of teal. Diamonds flickered from around her throat and a sapphire broach was pinned to her dress. She was also wearing gold bracelets and rings. In her ears were diamond studs, large and valuable.
I followed her around, looking for a way to strip her of her dazzling jewels by waiting till she left, or purposefully luring her away from the reception if I couldn’t wait that long.
Then, after overhearing a few snippets of her conversation, I felt I may have struck gold with an idea that would not require a long wait.
I went off and snuck into a back office where I found a paper tablet with the reception hall's logo. And a stack of envelopes.
I quickly jotted a few lines, sealed the envelope, and wrote down a few words I hoped the blonde would find enticing.
On a chair was a simply pretty long silk scarf, which I habitually picked up and stuffed inside my purse.
I then snuck out and went searching for the 12-year-old brides’ maid. I found her sitting by herself, coloring in a notebook.
I laid a fiver on the table next to the notebook. She looked up at me questioning. I showed her the envelope and sat it next to the fiver. I then told her the money was hers and that she would deliver this note to me. She nodded, smiling broadly, long earrings flashing.
I cooed,” you are a complete sweetie for doing this….”
As I said that I cupped her face in my hands, my fingers holding onto her ears. As I pulled them out, my fingers easily caressed off her earrings and I palmed them.
“Thank you for this my charming darling…!”
I said as She got up smiling to me, and I watched as she, sumptuous gown fluttering, scurried her way to the blonde.
I got out of the way and left the venue by the way I had come, not wanting to be pointed out by my messenger.
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On the envelope, I had written
“To one, I’ve admired from afar”
In the note, I had written
“I'm horribly shy, but I really would like to meet you in person. There is a cemetery across the street. Please come to the pavilion. It would mean the world to me.
T
(I signed it T, for a thief, my own little joke)
I went outside and drove my car to the other side of the cemetery.
I then headed into the cemetery and hid in a grove of pines near the pavilion.
Soon I saw her come out, and she was alone. Though I had been hoping she would have brought along a spare in the form of one of her satin-clad, jewelry-wearing friends.
As she crossed the road my heart surged as I saw her jewelry sparkle up and glimmer with a breathtaking “mise en scene”.
I quickly donned my mask and pulled out my pistol.
She reached the pagoda and stood by a stone bench. She was facing across the street, she must have thought her secret admirer would come from there.
I snuck up behind her and purposely stuck my derringer into the backside of her sleek dress.
“This is a hold-up, not a sound from you now, my pretty one!”
I felt her figure stiffen, as she nodded her head in total compliance.
“Drop the purse, luv, then I’ll have those earrings I’ve taken a fancy to.”
She dropped her designer blue purse, and with trembling fingers reached up and pulled out each earring, depositing them in my purse that I was holding out in front of her with my free hand. She noticed the 12-year-old's long earrings inside. I wondered what she made of that?
“Very good luv, now let’s take off the lovely necklace you are so invitingly wearing.”
She pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing the clasp. Then with fumbling fingers managed to undo it, then dropped it sparkling down inside my purse.
“Okay, hands behind your back.”
She did so and I tied them together using the silk scarf I had found earlier.
I sat my purse down and with both hands, I searched her delightfully silken-clad figure. Making sure I thoroughly felt every bump and searched every crevice. She was shaking as I did so, and I relished in my control over my victim.
I fondled her perked breasts, seeing her back arch up, and soon I reached her stunning broach. Which I nimbly lifted off.
Then I run my fingers along her arms, finally reaching down to her gold bracelet-ladened wrists. I pulled away my hand holding the derringer and pinched her ass as I worked off each gold bracelet with the other.
Then bending down, I placed each of her exquisitely ringed fingers inside my mouth and sucked each one off. Depositing the whole nicked lot into my purse.
I stood up.
“Thank you, lady, for being such a good sport. And also for wearing some of your very expensive jewels out to the party today.”
I made her sit on the bench, and I leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“Next time a secret admirer asks you to come out and play, bring a female friend.”
I then backed away and made my escape to the other side of the cemetery.
“Stupid young girls who get caught alone in the forest fall prey to anything that crosses their paths, be the beast animal, human or shapeshifter.”
― Patricia Briggs, Steal the Dragon
Caught Alone Fe
An Appealing Bit of Skullduggery
The story below was crafted from a friend’s request to create a scenario she thought of while she was dressed up…
It was a beautiful reception, in more ways than I could ever have imagined.
I was on the prowl that Saturday afternoon, visiting my list of venues that hosted wedding receptions.
I soon saw one that looked promising. First spotting the bridesmaids as they were exiting the limo. They were wearing matching long gowns and jewelry that sparkled with a dazzling radiance. There was also just a darling redhead in their group who was around 12 years old. I could have just eaten her up, she looked that delicious in her sumptuous gown and grownup jewels.
So, of course, I pulled in and snuck through a back entrance.
I blended right in with the crowd of elegantly attired guests, with my heavy silk blouse and long satiny skirt. I was also wearing an eye-catching array of gold jewelry. I had my small side purse, inside which I had my velvet mask and a concealed derringer double-cylinder pistol. Because one could never be unprepared.
I eluded security and was able to prowl about looking for an easy mark.
I soon spotted one, a blonde wearing a just too lovely shiny silk dress of teal. Diamonds flickered from around her throat and a sapphire broach was pinned to her dress. She was also wearing gold bracelets and rings. In her ears were diamond studs, large and valuable.
I followed her around, looking for a way to strip her of her dazzling jewels by waiting till she left, or purposefully luring her away from the reception if I couldn’t wait that long.
Then, after overhearing a few snippets of her conversation, I felt I may have struck gold with an idea that would not require a long wait.
I went off and snuck into a back office where I found a paper tablet with the reception hall's logo. And a stack of envelopes.
I quickly jotted a few lines, sealed the envelope, and wrote down a few words I hoped the blonde would find enticing.
On a chair was a simply pretty long silk scarf, which I habitually picked up and stuffed inside my purse.
I then snuck out and went searching for the 12-year-old brides’ maid. I found her sitting by herself, coloring in a notebook.
I laid a fiver on the table next to the notebook. She looked up at me questioning. I showed her the envelope and sat it next to the fiver. I then told her the money was hers and that she would deliver this note to me. She nodded, smiling broadly, long earrings flashing.
I cooed,” you are a complete sweetie for doing this….”
As I said that I cupped her face in my hands, my fingers holding onto her ears. As I pulled them out, my fingers easily caressed off her earrings and I palmed them.
“Thank you for this my charming darling…!”
I said as She got up smiling to me, and I watched as she, sumptuous gown fluttering, scurried her way to the blonde.
I got out of the way and left the venue by the way I had come, not wanting to be pointed out by my messenger.
^^^^^^^^
On the envelope, I had written
“To one, I’ve admired from afar”
In the note, I had written
“I'm horribly shy, but I really would like to meet you in person. There is a cemetery across the street. Please come to the pavilion. It would mean the world to me.
T
(I signed it T, for a thief, my own little joke)
I went outside and drove my car to the other side of the cemetery.
I then headed into the cemetery and hid in a grove of pines near the pavilion.
Soon I saw her come out, and she was alone. Though I had been hoping she would have brought along a spare in the form of one of her satin-clad, jewelry-wearing friends.
As she crossed the road my heart surged as I saw her jewelry sparkle up and glimmer with a breathtaking “mise en scene”.
I quickly donned my mask and pulled out my pistol.
She reached the pagoda and stood by a stone bench. She was facing across the street, she must have thought her secret admirer would come from there.
I snuck up behind her and purposely stuck my derringer into the backside of her sleek dress.
“This is a hold-up, not a sound from you now, my pretty one!”
I felt her figure stiffen, as she nodded her head in total compliance.
“Drop the purse, luv, then I’ll have those earrings I’ve taken a fancy to.”
She dropped her designer blue purse, and with trembling fingers reached up and pulled out each earring, depositing them in my purse that I was holding out in front of her with my free hand. She noticed the 12-year-old's long earrings inside. I wondered what she made of that?
“Very good luv, now let’s take off the lovely necklace you are so invitingly wearing.”
She pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing the clasp. Then with fumbling fingers managed to undo it, then dropped it sparkling down inside my purse.
“Okay, hands behind your back.”
She did so and I tied them together using the silk scarf I had found earlier.
I sat my purse down and with both hands, I searched her delightfully silken-clad figure. Making sure I thoroughly felt every bump and searched every crevice. She was shaking as I did so, and I relished in my control over my victim.
I fondled her perked breasts, seeing her back arch up, and soon I reached her stunning broach. Which I nimbly lifted off.
Then I run my fingers along her arms, finally reaching down to her gold bracelet-ladened wrists. I pulled away my hand holding the derringer and pinched her ass as I worked off each gold bracelet with the other.
Then bending down, I placed each of her exquisitely ringed fingers inside my mouth and sucked each one off. Depositing the whole nicked lot into my purse.
I stood up.
“Thank you, lady, for being such a good sport. And also for wearing some of your very expensive jewels out to the party today.”
I made her sit on the bench, and I leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“Next time a secret admirer asks you to come out and play, bring a female friend.”
I then backed away and made my escape to the other side of the cemetery.
“Stupid young girls who get caught alone in the forest fall prey to anything that crosses their paths, be the beast animal, human or shapeshifter.”
― Patricia Briggs, Steal the Dragon