MMB - The Great Car Theft

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Heterosexual, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Matchmaker Bandit steal antique car from automobile show.



After I had finished my fifth story in the Matchmaker Bandit Series I realized that I had always made the woman captive the one who antagonizes Ms. White. As a result it was the woman captive that always caused the couple to be placed in the somewhat embarrassing situations that are the trademark of the series. With this story, I decided to try a few things differently. I hope you enjoy it.

Prelude

Hollywood, California - 1926

"Oh God! Yes! You really are The World's Greatest Lover!" cried the voice of Vivian Schultz as she began cumming once again. She was in the back of her lover, the notorious silent film star Randolf Valiant's, 1925 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost with her legs over his shoulders and had just pulled his head tightly between her legs while he continued licking her soaking wet pussy to its third orgasm.

Later that night, after he had dropped her off, the silent film star opened the lid to the toolbox on the driver's side running board of his prized automobile. Then, taking a metal scribe from a small tool pouch, he carefully scratched another one half inch long mark onto the inside of the lid. There were now five-hundred and forty-two little marks including the one he had just made, each one representing a different woman brought to ecstasy in his love-mobile.

Chapter One - "Relentless"

Atlanta, Georgia - Current Day

"Going once for one million two-hundred fifty thousand, going twice for one million two-hundred fifty thousand, last call for this piece of American history ... sold to Mr. Backus representing the unknown bitter by telephone for one million two-hundred fifty thousand dollars, the 1925 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost previously owned by the legendary silent film star Randolf Valiant." came the voice of the auctioneer.

'The Great American Auto Show and Auction' was over. It had been a very long and successful week for the show's promoters with over a million visitors attending but it was time for the real work to begin.

The various automobiles that had been on display had covered almost 16 square acres of land. The Convention Center itself had hosted over one-hundred and seventy-five separate displays from a wide variety of automobile parts and accessory manufacturers.

The main attraction of the show was the antique car auction. That particular event had been the last event and it had alone brought in over fifty-six million dollars in sales of which the show's promoter took ten percent.

By twelve o'clock the next night, all but one of the display booths were gone and there were no more workmen left in the building.

Except for Nichole and Troy, the building was empty. They were carefully inspecting the Convention Center to make sure that no uncapped electrical wires were left which might be present themselves to be fire-hazards.

"You know, they wont be back to get the Winnebago until tomorrow morning, why don't we go see if we can wear out the shocks on it?" Nichole Hall said to Troy as she started to grab his right hand.

'God!' He thought, 'She's relentless! She's been at this for six months now!' Every day they worked she would somehow manage to start a conversation that led to discussions of sex. It wouldn't have been so bad but she was right; that's exactly what he wanted to do. He just couldn't seem to get used to her very forward and direct to the point manner.

He knew the definition of sexual harassment, he did not consider it that. He had no desire to pursue it as such so he let her play her little game with him.

Pulling his hand away, Troy said to her, "No!"

"What's the matter?" she said to him teasingly, "Don't you like the Winnebago?"

"Yes!" he replied.

She grabbed his hand again and said as she started pulling him in the direction of the camper, "Well then, let's go."

"I don't think of you in that way Nichole." he lied. He had fallen head over heals for her months ago and was hopelessly in love with her. But somehow, it just didn't seem right for the woman to be pursuing the man. Besides that, he just couldn't seem to get past her openness about what she wanted. And then there was the tiny little fact that she happen to be the boss's daughter!

She looked at him, still tugging on his hand and said, "I know you must be wondering what I have been hiding under these clothes! Here's you chance to find out. Just admit it, you want to do it just as bad as I do!"

Troy Young remembered when it all began six months ago. He was on his lunch break and had been in a hurry to get back to work having had to pay his his electric bill before it was cut off. Being short of time, he stopped at a convenience store on the way back to get a soda and sandwich. While he was there, he noticed something special about the new issue of Penthouse Magazine was in decided to buy it.

The clerk had placed the magazine in the bag with his lunch and he had forgotten to take it out when he went to the break room to eat his lunch. Nichole was already there eating.

As he set down the bag onto the table, the Penthouse magazine slid out onto the table for her to see. To make matters worse, the girl on the cover could easily have passed for Nichole's twin sister, had she had one. In fact, the very reason he had bought the magazine in the first place was because the cover girl looked so much like Nichole.

After that, she turned up the flames every time she could. And today she was on fire and had him burning hot as well, but in a very nice way. Although he couldn't bring himself to admit it to her, he enjoyed her little taunts as much as she did.

Pulling his hand back again, he said to her, "I'm hungry. Let's take a break and eat something."

"Oh goody! I like that idea!" she said to him and started to unbutton her blouse.

He quickly grabbed her hand gently to stop her and said, "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Party pooper!" she said, the sound of disappointment in her voice. Then added, "Oh well, we've got all night. There's always later!"

Seeming to give up, she headed towards the break room.

Chapter Two - "Mind If We Go For A Test Drive?"

They had just gotten there when they heard the service entrance buzzer ring.

Troy looked over at Nichole and said, "One of the technicians must have left something. I'll go see what's up."

When he got to the door and opened it, standing there with their backs to the doorway were a man and woman. From what he could see, they were both dressed in matching gray overalls and the man was caring a canvas bag similar to that workman might use to carry their tools. As the couple turned around, he was surprised to see that both were wearing cheap plastic Lone Ranger masks; both were also pointing .38 revolvers directly at him. He also noticed that behind them was a panel truck large enough to contain perhaps one large automobile backed up to the service entrance.

It was then that the woman, a very sexy buxom full figured brunet with long wavy hair said to him in a naturally sultry voice, "Step inside please, this thing has a hair trigger and I wouldn't want any accidents to happen." And with that, she began stepping through the door leaving him no choice but to back up and allow her entrance.

Just at that moment Nichole walked up behind Troy, having not seen the weapons the newcomers were holding, asked, "What's up?"

"Hi, we'd like to test drive one of your cars! If you don't mind, that is?" Came once again the sultry voice of the armed female.

As Nichole looked towards the doorway, she realized that both thieves were standing there pointing weapons at Troy. She said to them, "What's going on?

"I think they want to steal one of the cars!" replied Troy.

The vivacious villain said to Troy as her companion closed the door behind, "You got it Lover boy. We want the 1925 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost that used to be owned by Randolf Valiant."

Puzzled, Nichole asked the female felon, "Why do you want that one? It's not the most expensive car here!"

"Nope, your right! It isn't! But we collect erotic oddities and it has seen more pussy than a porn star's gynecologist." Said the buxom bandit in response.

Nichole smiled and said, "Oh yeah! I forgot about that! It does kind of make it unique doesn't it?"

"Yes! It does indeed! By the way, I am Ms. White and this is Mr. Black. Nice to meet you." Ms. White replied almost cordially.

Troy looked at the pistol she was holding and said, "Can't say the same lady!"

The female criminal said to him, "Now, before I forget, there were supposed to be four of you; where are the other two?"

"They didn't show up for work! I think they were out partying too much last night." replied Troy.

Upon hearing that, Ms. White smiled and said, "Good! That makes our job just that much easier! Now, while I'd love to chat with you, we are on a time schedule so, why don't you both be polite host and show us over to the exhibit area?" Then added, "That's not a request!"

They passed row upon row of automobiles varying from concept cars to antiques. The 1925 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost was the last one. To get it out, would require moving every car ahead of it. Troy realized it would take a hours to move the other cars out just to get enough room to move the antique Rolls Royce.

The only booth left belonged to a company specializing in custom tire inner tubes. It consisted of a backdrop with the company's logo on it, some shelves containing examples of the company's products, a metal table, and a small couch for the employees to sit on when on breaks.

The table was sturdy and about 30 inches wide and 84 inches long.

"Stop right here!" Said the female felon.

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