The Coochie Diaries
I played my roles, the seductive academic, the curious socialite, the passionate lover, to manipulate and distract our targets.
Sex became a ritual of our success. After every successful theft, Leo would claim me in a new way, on the deck of our yacht as we sailed away from a coastal museum we'd plundered; in the vault of a bank we'd emptied after I'd seduced the chief auditor; on a pile of stolen cash and gems in a hidden warehouse.
He was my teacher, my lover, my commander in this dark, thrilling world.
One night, after we'd secured a cache of stolen Cypriot antiquities, he fucked me on the cold marble floor of our secret storeroom.
Bab Populer