The Prowling Ways

A Prowling Affair

 

 

“A time for everything: A time to relax, and a time to be busy. A time to frolic and a time to labor. A time to give and a time to receive. A time to give, a time to begin and a time to finish.”

…Jonathon Lockwood Huie

 

“A time to lose and a time to gain. And for all these things, there is a first time, which is now.”

…Unknown

 

 

I’ve never cared for the rather unimaginatively given name of

 

“Pickpocket.”

 

Personally, I prefer the term “lifter” as a more adequately descriptive definition of what I was really into at the time.

Lifting as in from a pocket, purse, and beyond.

Beyond being lifting something specifically being worn by the person, such as a watch, bracelet, brooch, necklace, and even earring(s).

 

But then, that is just me being me.

 

So those statements being said, they are not really important to this story I am about to tell. For it was this occasion that “lifted” me into a whole different level of thievery.

 

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I was at one of my favorite haunts, a wedding reception. This one is very upscale and quite richly delicious.

 

Almost like I had walked into the aftermath of two rooms being completely dumped onto a third one full of people. One room was full of expensive designer attire, the other full of over-the-top expensive jewellery.

 

Hopefully, you get the picture of what I was seeing.

 

I was dressed for an evening out, wearing a sexily short-skirted black satin dress with loose ruffles down the open neckline, a gold belt, and gold dangling earrings. My long red hair was straight down with a curl at the ends. I carried my long black velvet shoulder purse.

 

The reception was supposed to be a private affair but had so many guests that it was not hard for strangers like myself to mingle in.

 

It was a late evening affair, held in the huge basement area of a five-star hotel, with an interior entrance and one large exterior front entrance. Both of which had manned security booths set up. However, in the far backside, we’re two long corridors. One had the ladies' loo and a door at the end that led to outside gardens. The other contained the gentleman’s loo with a door at the end leading to a back parking lot, not fenced in.

 

Neither outside door was watched, or locked. And people were going in and out of those doors regularly. Didn’t make much sense not to be watched, but that was how I gained a surprisingly easy entry.

 

Cautiously I entered, immediately spying a pair of sweet sixteeners coming out of the loo ahead of me. They definitely were not sisters. They were also definitely royally decked out. Both were wearing long sequined satin gowns(blue and peach)with matching gloves. The gowns were fitted, designer, made, and had obviously been bridesmaid’s dresses for a different wedding each. Both wore their long silky hair elegantly up, held by mother-of-pearl clasps. The twittering pair also were jewelled up, sporting sweet gleaming sets of real matched pearls that swayed with a mesmerizing motion to the girl’s perky gait.

 

They paid no heed to me, and I lazily followed them inside the main chambre.

 

Contemplating that if the young adults were dolled up like this, what must the legal adults be wearing?

 

I had my answer soon enough, and my first few minutes inside is what plopped the rooms being dumped together thought of mine which I wrote about at the beginning.

 

It was delicious, moving in and out as I canvassed the room,admiring the sumptuous attire of the men and ladies present, expensive jewellery beckoning, plump purses, and fat wallets invitingly everywhere. I was ever on the lookout for opportunities to use my skilled fingers over.

 

My first opportunity looked to come my way as I whimsically found myself following a short brunette wearing a simply lovely gown that I actually owned a non-designer version of in the same colour , which is what caught my eye.

 

It was a green gown with a tight velvet bodice and free-falling taffeta skirt. I wish I looked as good in my copy as she did in her fitted one.

 

She was handsomely sporting a dazzling teardrop emerald pendant surrounded by diamonds hanging from a solid gold braided chain. It was bouncing from her perky breasts as she walked, creating quite the taunting show.

 

I could well imagine myself looking into a mirror wearing my version of that gown while also wearing that emerald and diamond set pendant.

 

As a plus, her long hair was up, exposing the gold clasp of the necklace she wore. Since I was still getting my feet wet, I was content with just stalking and seeing if it led to something.

 

It did, but not for her necklace.

 

As I was following the brunette I spotted a gorilla of a man wearing a far too-tight tux. He was showing off by lifting a squealing lady over his head like one would lift a set of weights.

 

Three of the lady's girlfriends, dressed in gowns of lavender, maroon, and neon lime, formed a half circle as they all watched laughing, pushing, and pawing against one another’s well-dressed figures as they cheered the bloke on.

 

With a twinge of reluctance, I decided to pass on the brunette for this much easier opportunity.

 

So I left her to go on her hip-swaying way, then got in with the half circle of sumptuously dressed ladies and joined in with the touchy-feely fun.

 

As he was bending over to put her down, I saw his jacket was lifted exposing a thick wallet now protruding from his hip pocket.

 

The girl joined her friends and as the “gorilla” watched with a half-pleased smile, I left them and walked past him, patting him on the rear with a slight squeeze.

 

I easily helped his wallet out the rest of the way as I patted his rear while saying to the prat’s backside…

“That has to be more fun than working out in a gym, eh laddie?”

 

Ok, so that was picking a pocket. But I still prefer the phrase lifting.

 

As in the solid silver Cartier watch, and the loosely worn emerald gemstone cocktail ring I lifted off two of the three watchers as we giggled together, and I happily stroked my fingers along their too soft sleek gowned, giggly warm, unsuspecting bodies.

 

With three scores now under my belt, my fingers deliciously tingled as I continued meandering my way amongst the happily partying guests, biding my time as I enjoyed the showy glamour of the reception halls’ guests.

 

The first dance time for the Bride and her Consort came.

 

Lights dimmed.

 

I began pressing up from behind against the couples in front. Seeing a sea of arms wrapped around silken waistlines. I eased off a man’s Rolex from his wrist as he held it against his wife’s satin-gowned waist. Similarly, I then relieved a lady’s gloved wrist of a gold jewelled bracelet as I pressed the fingers of my free hand against the side of her delightfully tingling feeling taffeta gown. My apologies to her were accepted as my other hand pocketed the bracelet.

 

Then as the wedding party held the floor, another hip pocket of a male watcher was relieved of a fat billfold.

 

Two picks and a lift for you language police out there.

 

Then the dance area, with the lights still dimmed, erupted as couples swarmed onto the floor. I went with the flow. Lifting a plump wallet from a swinging purse in the process as I cut through.

 

I then stationed myself in the outskirts watching the dancers. A fast dance tune started up and many of the men retreated leaving mostly ladies in shiny flowing gowns and swinging long shimmery skirts gyrating and jostling to the fast beat.

 

I spotted a lady wearing a taffeta gown with a diamond broach holding at the side of her waist.

 

I started to swing to the beat myself, wading in.

 

I worked my way to her, passing in the process the two sweet sixteen-year-olds and their swinging ropes of pearls. Brushing alongside them I spotted my prey. I zeroed in and jostled against her sweaty figure. Managing to easily pluck off her pricey broach as I slipped past.

 

Love the feel of an expensive taffeta gown.

 

I briefly considered leaving at that point. But there was still one traditional part of the reception I was waiting for, the Bride’s Bouquet throw.

 

Think of the potential.

 

A group of jostling, well-dressed ladies all focused on one thing. With someone like myself focused on another. There is no other opportunity like this, with the possible exception of midnight on New Year’s when the lights are dimmed over a swarming sea of guests.

 

So I behaved myself, catching a smoke and a free drink as I waited with anticipation.

 

Finally, it was announced and all of us single girls went out onto the dance floor.

 

I watched and like a lioness in the bush, circled around in the back.

 

I saw a young lady of twelve coming out to take part. She was a darling, dollied and dressed up like an adult. She was wearing blue mascara, that matched the colour of the long flowing blue satin gown she adorably was wearing. A fancy Long rhinestone necklace of diamonds and sapphires, were glistening down the front of her gown as she boldly made her way in.

 

When she passed me I cut her off and bumped right into her. As she wobbled on her blue leather pumps, my right hand shot up, lifting the front of her necklace as my left unsnapped the simple clasp. I pulled her necklace off with my right hand as she went off an apologetic ”Sorry miss ” like it had been her fault.

 

I had taken her necklace because I felt peeved that anyone not of marrying age would feel she should be allowed to take part, spoiling the tradition. Like having a cap and gown graduation for preschoolers, complete with diplomas. Kinda of ruins the meaning for those of us graduating after long years of schooling.

 

Sorry, but really, was a twelve-year-old going to be the one to marry next?

 

Oh by the by, the young girl's obviously wealthy mum was not wearing jewellery, otherwise, I would have targeted her instead to make my silent point.

 

So after that random encounter, I went back on the prowl, quickly choosing a likely victim and legitimately eligible participant.

 

I happily positioned myself.

 

The girl I had chosen was a tall thin blonde tightly encased in a white silk dress. Her jewels consisted mostly of 14K gold chains. Except for a gold tennis bracelet set with diamonds and rubies which is what I had my sights on.

 

Then, who should pop up next to the blonde? Why it was the short brunette wearing that simply lovely green velvet and taffeta gown like the one I had back in my closet at the flat.

 

Also wearing that delectable dazzling pendant.

 

I had not seen her since I had first started to follow her, and truth be told, had almost forgotten all about her.

 

I immediately wedged against the girl next to me(a nice lady in a silk gown with pearls) and got behind the brunette

 

The brunette chick's hair was still up, exposing the gold clasp of the necklace she wore, with that expensively flashy jewelled pendant at its bottom. She was short, the neckline of her gown coming up to my chin. It was now all a matter of timing.

 

As the bridal bouquet of roses was thrown and everyone lunged forward my fingers snaked up the backside of her soft gown and reaching the necklace I lifted the clasp and with a perfectly executed lift, opened it, slipping off her necklace almost before her high-heeled feet were firmly back on the ground.

 

I pulled away with my prize. And she with hers, for my victim had actually been the one catching the bouquet.

 

I turned, almost bumping into the pair of sweet sixteens in the satin bridesmaids' gowns who had been standing off to one side of us trying their luck at catching the bouquet.

 

We exchanged smiles and actually started walking off in the same direction. I pulled back and discreetly followed them.

 

Watching with interest as their gowns were richly fluttering along their svelte youthfully pointed figures. They then entered the same back corridor where I had first encountered them.

 

I saw one pulling out a pack of cigarettes as they whispered between themselves.

 

Happily, I overheard that they were sneaking off for a smoke.

 

For I saw opportunity knocking.

 

Following the girls I stood at the door of the loo as they slipped out the back door.

 

I turned and followed.

 

I was anticipating a chance to use their fear of being caught by me outside smoking, to allow me to chum right in and once I told them I saw no reason why they shouldn’t be smoking, receive relieved hugs from them as I left. Relieving each of them in turn by trimming off some of their pearled baubles.

 

At least that was the scenario that played out in my head.

 

One that had worked for me before. Except for that last time, three well-dressed younger ladies had been outside sneaking drinks from a flask. A pair of diamond earrings, a gold braided necklace, and a stunning diamond pin, had been my relieving picks from them.

 

 

So deciding that an opportunity for a pearl lift may be at hand I circled out and just followed the giggling and smoke signals emitting from their hidden roost.

 

I maneuvered up, unseen, behind them. And once again, I was that lioness hidden in the bush, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

 

 

As I waited, watching their adorably gowned and pearled figures as they giggled and gabbed on freely, I easily overheard the pair of sweet ones talking about their planned sleepover at the one girl's house.

 

The pretty pair were going to be alone since both parents were staying overnight at the hotel next to the reception.

 

I thought to myself how lovely it would be to burgle that house. To acquire all of the girl's delicious pearls, and possibly more?!

 

Then an epiphany as new as it was intriguing shot into my mind.

 

Why not try it?

 

I already had a nice haul for the evening. So if I could not pull it off I stood to lose nothing.

 

It was a gamble I was willing to take.

 

I stood there and watched, listened until the pair finished and swished their way back inside, none the wiser that they(and their pricy jewellery)had been watched in close proximity by a thief.

 

 

In a total bit of whimsy I went back to my sports coupe parked across an empty street from the lot. Once there I lit a cigarette of my own and stood vigil over the back parking lot.

 

There I could see several fancy cars parked. Including the fire-red Porsche that I had learned the one girl would be driving herself and her friend home in for their sleepover. The sports car was a sixteenth birthday gift from her parents.

 

All I received on my sweet sixteen was a summons to the head mistress’s office.

 

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It was nearly two hours before I spied the fetchingly pretty pair walking out across that parking lot, smoking cigarettes like petite geysers.

 

They were vulnerably alone, their shiny long gowns flowing along svelte youthful figures with an air of elegance that called out to be noticed.

 

And with those gorgeous pearls, they were wearing, both clueless chicks presented a pair of prettily attired targets for a thief.

 

Fortunately, there were no muggers around. Only me, a thief with quite different aspirations on acquiring pearls this evening.

 

Seeing the girls leaving I got in my coupe and followed the red Porsche as it turned the corner.

 

It was easy to follow them. The driver was inexperienced enough not to have a lead foot.

 

 

The Porsche finally turned into the secluded driveway leading to a large two-story gothic stone structure, with small balconies outside the upper floor windows. As was a common sight with these large houses, a metal flower trellis reached up one side in between two balconies.

 

I found a place to pull over and quickly got out to sneak up and scout the grounds surrounding the house.

 

I saw a light go on upstairs, conveniently on the trellis side. Thankful my dress was tightly form-fitting, I went over and climbed up far enough to peek inside the upper-floor window

 

It was a bedroom, walls painted pink. Both girls were inside, starting to undress. Totally so into themselves that the pretty things had no idea a thief was eyeing them with sinister intent.

 

Licking my lips I watched the pair removing thier delicious pearls and piling them up on the vanity next to an open oak jewellery case, the contents shimmering in the light.

 

Then they pulled off their gloves and slipped out of their gowns, wearing only long slinking silk slips. Both girls, long hair now down, slipped into fancy satin robes and giggling, headed out the door.

 

I slipped back down the trellis and skirted the house. A light in the basement came on.

 

Crouching in the shadows I peeked in. The handsomely satin-wrapped pair were sitting on a couch in the furnished basement. Passing back and forth a clear bottle containing an amber-coloured liquor. Scotch I presumed.

 

Seeing they were becoming quickly intoxicated, I rose and with a feeling of utter confidence, went back to the trellis and climbed back up to the window.

 

It was conveniently left unlatched.

 

Piece of cake this burgling business apparently could be.

 

Turned out, It was a piece of cake.

 

Beginner’s luck, we’ll see.

 

I slipped over the sill and into the bedroom they had changed in.

 

The young lady's pearls piled on a vanity, next to the open jewellery case were my first target.

 

As the clueless young pair in the furnished basement was getting drunk, I put on a pair of satin evening gloves found on one of the gowns and lifted(or picked) the bedroom clean of valuables.

 

No persnickety housemaid could have done a more efficient job of picking clean that bedroom, or as quickly, as I did that early morning.

 

Then I left the room to hit the parent’s master bedroom.

 

It was the one on the opposite side of the hallway.

 

Inside I found a tall Jewelry Armoire. I opened it up and my eyes were dazzled by the display of pricy day jewelry it held. Or had held for another ten minutes until I emptied its contents into my already bulging purse.

 

I knew the mum would be wearing the good stuff at the wedding, the rest may be inside a safe, which was beyond my skill level in picking.

 

I briefly wondered if the owner of the red Porsche knew her parent's safe combination.

 

I thought of taking the time to find out. But shook my head no. Time to skedaddle.

 

Then I saw it. In my rush, I had almost missed a solitary piece of jewellery laying out on a nightstand.

 

It was a dazzler. An almost 7-centimeter wide bracelet, set with 7 strands of diamonds. Three strands of round stones each flanking a centre strand of pear-shaped stones. Vulgarly expensive.

 

But why was it out? A trap?

 

I edged up to the nightstand and looked around. Nothing else appeared out of place.

 

Except for that expensively flashy diamond bracelet.

 

Looking around, I carefully eased it off the nightstand. Nothing happened, not that I knew what could have happened.

 

I stuffed the bracelet inside my purse, still looking warily around.

 

I shrugged my feelings of danger off and left the room. Though perhaps a tad bit quicker than necessary.

 

I went back to the pink bedroom, then climbed back out the window and down the metal trellis

 

I stopped by the basement window for one last peek. The young shiny attired darlings were intensely hugging each other. The bottle of scotch was now almost empty.

 

Suddenly a naughty picture popped inside my head, with no proper rhyme, nor reason.

 

In that picture, I saw the pair still dressed voluptuously up in their satin gowns, tied up gagged, and sinister hands groping as the haplessly squirming sweet sixteeners were being relieved of pearls. Then long feminine fingers were tickling in the girl’s sensitive areas until a safe opening combination was coughed up.

 

It was a picture that would not go away. I shook my head to get them out and left.

 

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I ruined the dress I was wearing, but I realized I had gotten away with enough small pricey valuables that gave me a profit that more than doubled my pickings combined over the previous 4 months.

 

As I drove home I experienced such a rush of euphoria that I decided the experience just had to be relived.

 

When I got back to my rooms, I changed into my satin pjs and empty my purse onto the black satin sheets of my bed.

 

I lifted the pearls and couldn’t stop fingering them as my euphoria overwhelmed me with sweeping hot flashes of giddiness over my accomplishments.

 

It was a lovely feeling. Both sensuous and a bit of hard sexual desires.

 

Not really sure where the bound and gagged fantasy picture came from. Or what it was foretelling if anything.

 

But the reality of tonight’s experience lay in glittering heaps on my black satin sheets.

 

I picked up the far to valuably shimmering diamond bracelet.

 

Pondering.

 

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I bring that last memory up because years later I may have found out why the diamond bracelet had been left out.

 

For apparently some of the ultra-wealthy, as a ruse, will leave out several pieces of valuable jewels as a deterrent. Hoping the inexperienced thief will grab those and flee without searching further. Which is exactly what I did.

 

It also means that those two sweet sixteeners may have been the only barrier between me and a potentially small fortune in hidden jewels.

 

So maybe that fantasy vision I had about tickling to find a safe combination could have been an unrealized sixth sense moment?

 

One never knows.

 

Fini

 

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