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bank embezzlement.
The guard started to stop her as she went into the vault, but the cashier hurriedly said, "That's only a
reporter, Dick. It's okay. We're just going to be inside for a few minutes. Nothing to worry about."
"Right, Mr. Holmes," the guard said. But the tone of his voice added, "You lucky stiff."
Velvet had to turn and flash a brilliant smile at the man to thank him for not interfering. She could read a
little disbelief on his face, wondering how a guy like Holmes could end up alone in the vault with
someone as beautiful as Velvet.
"I'm going to close the door. Don't worry," Holmes said quickly.
"Nothing's going to happen."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. Velvet was getting into the spirit of this reporting game. She
knew she had to keep the man uncomfortable, on edge, so that he would tell her things he didn't really
intend to. If she didn't she might end up with a story any reporter could have gotten by simply calling the
bank's public information operator.
She moved closer, pressing her warm, lush body into the cashier's. He backed up a half-step and found
himself sandwiched between a desirable woman and a steel wall.
Velvet reached out and lightly stroked the man's cheek, pleased with herself. He was definitely off guard
now and would probably tell her all she wanted to know without going further. The only trouble was that
Velvet had really turned herself on. She was feeling downright horny. And the idea of actually fucking
inside the vault with the guard outside almost made her want to rip off her clothes then and there.
"The b-b-bags of money. Th-there," stammered Holmes. "Let's sit on them while we talk."
Velvet sat close beside the man, uncomfortably close for him. She wiggled around and felt the coarse
money bags shifting under her weight. On impulse she lay back full length and felt her entire body
supported by hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "this is something. Just knowing that those bags are filled with tons of money
makes me feel . . . sexy."
"Yeah, me, too," confessed Holmes. "I come in here all the time and just look at the money. That's how I
found out about it."
"It?" she asked, her hand reaching out for the man again. She stroked over his cheek, then down his
arm, smiling appreciatively all the while. Velvet couldn't seem to keep her fingers away from the large
mound tenting up at the man's crotch, either. She began stroking and massaging the bump, feeling the
cock pulsating powerfully under the fabric.
"He - Fontaine - puts in a few ringers. He takes entire bags of money. It . . . it never shows up because
he doctors the computer records on what gets moved from bank to bank. God, you're driving me wild!"
"Who else knows about this switching he does?" she asked, more intrigued by the way his pants
throbbed than with the story now. Her own legs scissored together, rubbing her labia against one
another in a vain attempt to relieve some of the sexual tensions mounting in her own young, lusty body.
"The presidents of all the other banks suspect. No one else really knows except me."
"That makes you special, doesn't it?" she asked in a husky, seductive voice. "What else makes you
special - among men?"
Her fingers worked free his zipper. The slight tug produced fantastic results. His prick leaped out like the
opening of a switchblade knife. She gasped at the size of his prick. He wasn't a physically powerful
man and this was a cock that should have belonged on a professional football player.
"Goddamn," she exclaimed, "you're huge! I've never seen a dick that big." Her eyes widened and she
stared in frank admiration at his prick.
"Go on," he urged. "Suck on it. I love that and my wife refuses to go down on me. If you really like my
pecker, do it!"
Velvet didn't bother answering because she had better uses for her mouth. She pounced like a jungle cat
on his cock. She groaned in abject pleasure when she felt her sucking having an immediate effect. The
man's cock had been big before she applied erotic suction to the plum-tipped end, but she was surprised
pleasantly when she felt the cock stiffening even more.
It grew to such a size she could hardly keep it in her mouth. The corners of her mouth strained under the
huge girth of the man's prong. She bobbed her head up and down a little bit to get into the spirit of the
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