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            Contains sexually explicit material
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Irma Vep's Last Caper
     by Gordie


Inspired by the French serial 'Les Vampires'



  Her fingers aching, Irma decided to rest for a minute when she reached the
fifth floor.  High above the Rue de la Paix, perched on a piece of brickwork
that jutted out a few inches from the hotel, she looked up and saw she had two
stories to go. She gazed down at the scene in the street below while she caught
her breath, her black skintight leather suit concealing her perfectly in the
dark night. Irma watched as the doorman busily escorted elegantly dressed
couples into the hotel, followed by bellboys loaded down with suitcases and
trunks.  Just as she was about to continue her climb, someone caught her eye.
It was a young guy, around eighteen, walking behind a middle-aged couple who
she figured were his parents.  The three of them entered the hotel.  He was
pretty good-looking, but what had caught her eye was the sullen way he walked
along, head down, hands stuck in his pockets.

Irma Vep found her mind drifting back.  She recalled the hours she spent moping
on her bed in the orphanage, daydreaming, fantasizing about a handsome prince
visiting the orphanage, seeing her, falling in love and taking her away to his
castle.  As she got older she realized she would have to take care of herself
and developed a tough, confident, self reliant personality.  At around age
sixteen she discovered a gift she seemed to have, something that gave her some
direction in life.  Her large, deep black eyes seemed to have an almost
hypnotic effect on people, and she found she could talk people into almost
anything, convincing the other girls to do her homework for her, getting the
staff at the orphanage to excuse her from her chores.  It didn't take her long
to figure out how to exploit her powers to the fullest, organizing a group of
girls into a shoplifting ring- one girl to distract the shopkeeper, the others
taking whatever Irma instructed them to go after.  First it was just candy bars
and lipstick, then cartons of cigarettes which she would fence with some of the
small time criminals in town.  Through cab drivers and bartenders she made
connections with members of the underworld, her young age and hypnotic gaze
getting normally suspicious people to trust her.  Later, she hooked up with a
group of street kids in town.  They knew how to break into shops and steal
merchandise off the back of trucks, but it was Irma who had contacts with the
local underworld figures, and would fence the goods through them.  She would
find out what type of merchandise the local mobsters were specifically looking
for- fur coats, brandy, watches- and set the rest of the kids after them. 
After just a few months, her gang acknowledged her as their leader, and by her
eighteenth birthday, now free from the orphanage, she had a close working
relationship with the local mob boss.  He pointed her toward profitable heists,
she set her crew to work, and everybody made out nicely.

But that was . . . almost twenty years ago, Irma thought.  Her no longer young
joints complained as she continued her climb. But, she comforted herself with
the knowledge that this would be her last job.  She was going solo on this
caper and the rest of her gang didn't know about it, and although what they
didn't know wouldn't hurt them, they would most certainly hurt her if they
found out she wasn't cutting them in on it.  Well, one priceless Stradivarius
violin would get her a long way away- An express train to Berlin, a quick
rendezvous with a dealer in rare musical instruments, a roundabout journey to
Spain, changing trains several times, a change of identity, then see about
buying a small hotel on the Costa del Sol and enjoy some peace and quiet for
the first time in her life.  Oh, the life of crime had been exciting, the
thrill of outsmarting the police and reading about her exploits in the
newspaper, but, as her aching body reminded her, she wasn't a kid anymore.

She had read about the visit of Rene De Ossorio, the famous violinist, several
weeks ago, and her mind began quickly working.  This would be her chance to
start a new life.  She followed him back to his hotel after rehearsals, then
befriended several of the maids and found out which room he was staying in.  If
he kept his violin in the hotel safe she would have no chance at it, but she
had a feeling.  Anyone as dedicated to music as he was would probably see his
instrument as his own child, and wouldn't want to be apart from it.  Exhausted,
she reached the seventh floor, then began very slowly working her way along the
narrow ledge to De Ossorio's window.

She grumbled to herself, seeing the light still on his room, and the faint
sound of a violin being played.  He was evidently up late practicing, and
although she was glad to know that he kept his violin in his room, she wasn't
crazy about the prospect of spending any more time out on the narrow ledge in
the cold night.  Irma got as comfortable as she could, and settled in for the
wait.

For some reason she couldn't get the young kid she had seen going into the
hotel out of her mind.  He seemed so bummed out about being around his parents.
 If he didn't like it, why didn't he just take off, she wondered.  He looked
old enough to take care of himself.  No one ever looked out for me, thought
Irma.  She learned pretty early you've got to look out for yourself, and
guessed the kid hadn't learned that yet.  Irma started thinking about her
successes over the years, the big heists she had pulled off and the money she
had made, the well disciplined and organized gang of thieves she presided over,
the wild parties and the vacations on the French riviera.  But, every time she
started feeling smug, she started thinking about the one area where she hadn't
done so well.  Anyone who was as smart and tough and commanding as Irma was,
someone used to taking charge, tended to be more than a little intimidating to
men, and the few serious affairs she did have over the years were with other
members of the underworld, and they had all wound up behind bars sooner or
later.  Oh well, she sighed, I'll be a new woman after some time in Spain,
laying on the beach and relaxing.  Then maybe I won't scare off every man I
meet.  I hope.

The light in De Ossorio's window had gone out, but she decided to wait a good
half hour before trying to go in.  Windows this many stories up were usually a
breeze to get through, if they were locked at all.  After waiting, she tested
it and found it was locked, but with a thin strip of metal she was able to work
the latch loose without a lot of trouble.  With the world renown violinist and
his wife snoring in bed, Irma stood just inside the window, waiting for her
eyes to adjust to the darkness.  After a minute she spotted the violin case
carefully placed on a chair in the middle of the room.  She opened it to make
sure the priceless instrument was inside, then placed it in the bag she had
slung over her shoulder and tiptoed back to the window.

Climbing up the side of a building is difficult, but climbing down is
impossible.  The only way to get down is to climb the rest of the way up to the
roof, tie off a long rope to something secure, throw the other end over the
side and start lowering yourself.  Irma started up, working past the eighth and
ninth floors, then took a break at the tenth, the roof only one story away.
The light was on at the window she was resting next to, and although it was
taking a foolish chance, it was impossible not to peek into someone else's
private life.  For some reason the middle-aged couple inside looked familiar to
her.  She tried to remember where she had seen them.  They were arguing, the
man gesturing, his face red, the woman's mouth a tight straight line.  As the
man waved his hands impatiently, Irma saw someone she hadn't noticed get up
from a chair in the corner and she suddenly realized where she had seen them
before- the other person in the room was the mopey young kid she had seen
trailing his parents into the hotel.  She saw him speak a few words to them
then open the door to the room and walk out.  He was probably going to his own
room, and Irma looked right, then left to see if a light in an adjoining room
went on.  A few seconds later the window to the immediate right lit up.

You know how you sometimes tell yourself before doing something, "This is
stupid, this is stupid," but do it anyway?  Irma had to catch the 5AM train to
be out of Paris by the time the theft was discovered, but something about the
young guy fascinated her.  She worked her way over and carefully looked in,
seeing him kick off his shoes, then take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt.
 He flopped down on the bed, hands behind his head, and stared intently at the
ceiling.  In a minute he reached over to the nightstand and took a cigarette,
lit it and took a puff, then returned his gaze to the ceiling.  She studied
him- he was around eighteen or nineteen, and would be pretty good-looking, Irma
thought, if he would just cheer up a little.  Eventually he stubbed out his
cigarette, got up and pulled his pants and socks off, then turned out the
light.  Irma did some quick calculations- it was a little before 2AM, it would
take about forty-five minutes to get to the station, her train didn't leave
till five . . .

She tested the window and found it was unlocked.  Very slowly raising it, she
slipped inside, her thin-soled rock climbing shoes silent against the thick
carpeting.  Carefully, she worked her way toward the bed and knelt by it, her
face close to his in the dim light.  He was fast asleep.  She studied his face,
then laid a gloved hand lightly across his mouth.  She waited, and after a
minute he turned his head from side to side, made a little sound, then his eyes
suddenly opened.

He was frozen with shock.  She put her forefinger to her mouth.  "Ssshhh . . ."
She said softly.  Seeing it was a woman, looking into her big, deep black eyes,
he calmed down slightly, though his eyes were still wide in confusion.  She
slowly took her hand away from his mouth.  "My name's Irma.  What's yours?"

After a nervous deep breath he managed to gasp out, "Luc . . ."  She continued
to gaze into his eyes.  In a minute he took another deep breath and asked,
"What do you want?  Why are you here?"

"The reason I'm in this hotel is to steal a violin.  My name is Irma Vep.  Have
you heard of me?"

"You . . . You're the leader of a group of burglars . . . In the newspapers . .
."

Irma nodded.  "And the reason I'm in your room right now is, I saw you earlier
in the evening.  You didn't look too happy about something.  I wanted to see if
I could help.  You don't like hanging around your parents, maybe?"  Luc's mouth
tightened up, and Irma saw he wouldn't be talking about it.  "Actually," She
smiled, "You're a good looking guy, you look very sweet.  I'd like to fuck you.
 Would you like to?"  His confusion pushed aside, Luc thought a split second,
swallowed, then nodded.

Taking the fingertip of one of her black gloves in her teeth, she pulled it
off, then ran her hand under his tee shirt.  She reached out and circled his
hand around her breast, over the leather of her skintight suit.  She stood up
and slowly unzipped it, her eyes still locked with Luc's.  She worked her way
out of it, wiggling a bit to get it over her hips, then pulled it off, exposing
her white panties and white tank top, erect nipples showing through the thin
fabric.  She lay down in bed next to him.  They stroked each other, looking up
and down their bodies.  Irma took the bottom of his tee shirt in her hands and
pulled it over his head.  She stroked his body and waited for him to make the
next move.  Luc finally gathered his senses together and carefully pulled off
Irma's tank top.  His mouth opened slightly at the sight of her full round
breasts, and large areola, but he was so mesmerized by her large dark eyes that
he didn't make another move.

"Touch them," Irma said softly.  He circled the palm of his hand around one of
them slowly, took a deep breath, then really started massaging the soft flesh.
It had been a while for her, and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back,
sighing.  After a minute she slowly opened her eyes, stroked Luc's back then
pulled off her panties.  Luc quickly followed suit, pulling off his shorts.  He
was very, very erect, and Irma slowly ran her finger down his chest, his
stomach, then teasingly traced her fingertip along the rigid shaft, then
circling it around the head, collecting a drop of pre-cum on her fingertip and
running it up and down the underside of his now throbbing dick.  Irma took his
hand and placed it between her leg, pushing it in and circling it around.  He
sat up and took both of Irma's arms and tried to push her on her back, but she
twisted away.  She grabbed both his wrists, and before Luc knew what had
happened, he found himself flat on his back with Irma straddling him, pinning
his arms down.  She leaned down and kissed him, hard, open mouthed.

Still holding his wrists, Irma lowered herself, Luc's rock hard erection easily
finding Irma's wet, slippery entrance.  She eased herself up and down till it
was snugged all the way in, then began rocking slowly back and forth, massaging
her clitoris.  The two rode each other for a minute, but Luc was eager to
really start pumping, and began thrusting upward.  Irma didn't want the fun to
be over too quickly, however, and squeezed her legs against his hips, holding
him in place.  Luc groaned, twisting, trying to free his arms, desperate to
really start fucking her.  Struggling, combative sex always excited Irma, and
she knew it wouldn't take her long to come.

He managed to wrench one arm free, then the other, then sat up and grappled
with her, trying to grab her wrists and get her on her back.  But, with Luc's
aching erection still inside her, Irma wrapped both legs tightly around his
back as they fought each other for control, preventing Luc from pumping himself
into her.

"You bitch," Hissed Luc, as he forced Irma onto her back, reaching back and
grabbing at her ankles, then, with some difficulty, pulling her legs apart.
Holding her legs apart in the crooks of his elbows, he threw himself on top of
her and, with Irma grasping at his arms trying to take control, Luc began
thrusting into her hard and fast, groaning, closing his eyes.  She pushed
herself up slightly then twisted to the side, shoving at his shoulder, trying
to get Luc on his back and her on top again.  She had well-toned muscles and
very strong hands from all her climbing, but Luc, in the heat of passion,
yanked her hand off his shoulder, bent it back, bringing a little yelp of pain
from Irma, then forced it down and held it on the bed firmly.  He fought to
control her other hand, both of them breathing heavily, gasping and grunting,
Irma trying to keep it away from him.  He was finally able to grab her forearm,
squeezing it tightly and holding it over her head, then resumed quickly, almost
angrily, pumping her.  Whenever the man had gotten the better of her, and she
was unable to fight back, she knew her orgasm would closely follow.  The bed
squeaking, Luc fucking her for all he was worth, she felt it wash over her,
groaning along with Luc, and as her vaginal muscles contracted Luc came with
her, letting out a loud grunt and filling her with spurt after spurt.

As he caught his breath and came to his senses, Luc began easing himself in and
out of her again, slowly, the warm slipperiness keeping the feeling of his
orgasm going.  He looked down at Irma's face, running his fingers through her
long black hair.  They looked at each other for a long time, then, with a deep
breath, Luc rolled off of her.  They lay there silently for a while,
recovering.  Irma saw there was part of a chocolate bar on the bedside table
and reached over, helped herself to a piece, then handed the rest to Luc.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him.  "So what's up with
you?  What's bugging you?"  Luc shrugged and looked away.  "Are you going to
college?" She asked.

"I will be.  I start in a month."

"What'll you be studying?"

"Accounting, I guess.  My father owns an accounting firm."

"You'll be going to work for him?"  He shrugged again.  "Is that what you
really want to do?"  Asked Irma.

"I don't know . . . not really . . . I really don't know what I want to do."

She looked down at him for a long time, looking into his eyes, thinking it
over.  She finally decided.  "Listen, Luc, this job I pulled tonight, this is
my last one.  After I sell the violin I'm going to Spain and open a hotel
there.  Would you like to come with me?  I'll need help with it, and a strong
young guy like you might come in handy.  It'd give you time to figure what you
wanted to do with yourself."  He looked back into her eyes, his expression
blank but his mind racing.  "You'll have to decide right now.  I have to be on
the five o'clock train."  He looked at her a minute longer, then gave a
confident nod of his head.

"I'm, um . . . sorry I called you a  . . ."

"Don't worry about it.  I am a bitch," Irma smiled, tracing her finger around
his chest.  She laid back and put her hands behind her head, staring at the
ceiling.  Maybe not a bitch, she thought, but she certainly could try to mellow
out a little.  Maybe not turn every act of lovemaking into a professional
wrestling match.  Just then Luc propped himself up on his elbow and began
stroking her leg.  He worked up, circling around her crinkly black pubic hair,
running his hand around her stomach.  Irma found herself thinking, I'll let him
get a little farther up, then quickly twist his arm behind his back, get him on
his stomach and . . . She laughed at herself.  If you're going to change, well,
there's no time like the present.  She put her hands above her head, holding
onto the headboard as he squeezed and massaged her breasts.

"Luc, tie me up.  Tie my hands," She said softly.  He looked at her for a
moment to make sure she was serious, not leading him into some kind of trap,
then looked around.  Picking his tee shirt up off the floor, he worked it
through one of the slats in the headboard, then securely tied both her wrists.
He looked down at her.  His expression seemed to change slightly.  Straddling
her, Luc worked his way forward, laying his gradually enlarging dick between
her tits, squeezing them together, slowly pushing himself in and out.  This was
certainly new for Irma, even a little bit frightening, being helpless and
exposed, unable to fight back.  But, at the same time, she felt a real rush of
blood to her groin, the same type of nervous exhilaration she felt when she was
pulling a big heist.

Luc leaned down and put his mouth around her nipple, sucking hard as he lifted
his head upward, looking Irma right in the eye.  She could tell he liked having
power over her.  It was the first time she had given this much over to a man,
but she figured that was what a relationship takes I'd better get used to it,
giving a little now and then, not battling over everything.  If I'm ever going
to settle down with anyone, she thought, I'd better keep that in mind.

With the notorious cat burglar tied down in front of him, Luc let his hands and
mouth roam over her.  Still straddling her, he worked his way up further and
put both hands behind her head.  Placing his erection to her lips, he waited
for Irma to open her mouth.  She kept it shut, as if to challenge him.  "Suck
it," He whispered, pushing her head into him.  She parted her lips slightly,
allowing only the very tip in, then, as Luc pushed, reluctantly let more and
more in, her lips circling the thick shaft.  Luc groaned at the incredible
feeling, the softness of the inside of her mouth caressing the sensitive head
of his dick.  He pushed her head slowly back and forth for several minutes,
then pulled his stiff, pounding erection out and lay beside her.

Luc circled his hand between her legs.  "You want me to fuck you?" He asked.
Her chest heaving, the feelings going through Irma's body were intense.   With
her wrists tied she was unable to protect her breasts or vagina, the exposed
feeling exciting her more than she ever could have imagined, and with handsome
young Luc beside her, his dick red and throbbing, finger zeroed in on her clit,
she should have given over to him, saying, "Fuck me, fuck me," but something
inside her couldn't give in that easily.

"You're the one who wants to fuck," She answered teasingly, meeting his gaze.

Luc tickled her clit more firmly, and, seeing her deep breathing and deeply
flushed face, gave a little smile.  "You're horny.  You're a horny little slut
who wants to get fucked more than anything.  Admit it."  Irma stayed silent and
confidently returned his gaze, but when she started gasping form air through
her mouth, feeling it coming, she decided, what the hell, you have to give in
sometimes.

"Fuck me baby," She said in a low voice. "God I want it.  I"m a little slut.
Your little slut."  He quickly climbed on top of her and worked his way inside,
holding onto her shoulders to brace her and began impatiently thrusting,
pumping quickly, telling her how incredible it felt, Irma letting out a squeal
as she exhaled, wrapping her legs around his back and pumping her hips up to
meet Luc.  A pigeon landing on the windowsill and looking in would never guess
that these two creatures inside, naked, frantically humping each together, one
tied down, grunting and gasping and groaning, were actually enjoying
themselves.  Faster and faster, the two of them in another world, they pumped
until Luc let out a long grunt and held still, inundating Irma with another
quantity of his semen.

The express train to Berlin crossed the border into Germany just as the sun
began to rise.  With Luc asleep next to her, Irma thought about her future.
She didn't expect a young guy like Luc to be around forever- A few months,
possibly a year or two.  But, she figured they would have some good times while
they both got their new lives started, and after that she could look for
someone more permanent.  Just then the train slowed and blew its whistle at a
crossing.  Luc came awake and looked around, figuring out where he was, then
looked over at Irma and gave her a little smile.

"You have a good time last night?" She asked.  He nodded at her.  "You liked
having me tied up, huh?"

"Yeah," He answered, "But I kind of liked it better when we were wrestling."
He put his head back and closed his eyes.  Well, thought Irma, maybe I won't
have to change that much after all . . .

                              

                         The End






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