Novel & Cerita Waist Pocketbook

Remmie replied. “Now Luna I must tell you about some of the special features within this dress,” Willamina said. “Right here is a secret pocket that goes to the pants. Now the pants are equipped with a thigh holster that can hold a pistol as well as several knives. I didn’t know exactly what your weapon of choice would be. But now having met you I can start working on your shifter harness. Diego and I especially make a harness that can carry your typical weapons and because we tailor it with specialized material it will adapt as you shift.” She said proudly. “Wait, you can do that?” I asked her.

There was an image on the front that looked a bit like a computer mouse, but I knew it wasn't a mouse. I ripped the small packaging open, and it was exactly what I thought. A vibrator. A panty vibrator, to be exact. I looked back at the lace lingerie and realized it had a tiny, hidden pocket made just for the device. I had to hand it to him; he was incredibly meticulous with details and very accurate with the sizing.

Aren't those models used in the lower classes…? …They even had their stolen weapons. This girl must've carried one with her as well. I better remove it from her before she had the chance to shoot me. "Now, where's yours…" I murmured while fumbling with her jacket with my left hand. "Might as well let me see your pretty face later…" "K-Kyaa…!? W-Where are you touching…!?" There's nothing in her chest pocket and both of her waist pockets. I fumbled around her jeans— there weren't any on her buttocks and left pocket. I couldn't reach her jeans' front right side pocket because my hand wasn't long enough.

Gideon nodded and he walks around the store and me just following him. He inspected all the bags and even the clothes. I also browse their product with no interest but one wallet caught my attention it is a bright blue folded wallet. It is really simple no designs or whatever. As I look inside the glass case I suddenly recoiled when I saw the price.

Mia checked and double-checked her handbag to make sure she had everything she’d need for her first day at The Playbook. She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues.

I waved both of my hands, hoping she would know that I am grateful. "Oh right, I forgot..." She said before she reached in to the front pocket of her pink apron. The woman pulled out a pink mini notebook with a snap button and a small pen tucked in the gap of the strap. "Here." She said as she offered me the notebook. Accepting the book with both of my hands, I looked down at it with confusion. "I thought it might come in handy. Besides it's small enough to fit in to a wide pocket so you can carry it anywhere." The woman said.

I don’t know if I’m locked in here or if I’m free to move around, but I have a feeling either way he doesn’t want me getting into things while he’s dealing with those carjackers. I run my hand over the jacket again, feeling something small and rectangular in one of the pockets. Shoving my hand into it, I pull out his wallet. It’s worn leather, the edges slightly frayed and discolored, but other than that it’s well-kept. When I open it, a small, folded photograph catches my eye immediately.

“By the way, if anyone asks, this never happened.” “Got it,” I said. I peered into the drawer. It was mostly empty; just a couple of boxes containing some expensive jewelry and a designer watch. Far in the back, though, tucked right up against the wall, was a small leather pouch. I pulled the pouch out and opened it. It contained a few items—a platinum credit card. A checkbook that looked like it hadn’t been used in ages. The receipts for the other items in the drawer. But there was one folded up piece of paper that caught my eye.

I ignore the jewelry. I go to the shelves in the back. Stacks of cash. Bricks of euros, wrapped in plastic. I grab them. One brick. Two. Three. I shove them into my pockets. They are heavy. Bulky. I find the box of bearer bonds. Thin sheets of paper worth a fortune. I take the whole box. I slide it into the waistband of my dress, securing it against my spine. I am weighed down by millions. I turn to leave. Then I stop.

Well, there was nothing she could possibly do about that, was there? Perhaps, she thought with a frown, her body could give her secret away. To most casual eyes, she was just a slender youth with well shaped legs. But a clearer view or notice could be evident to her curved hips and tight buff breaches and more so, her small waist could be spanned with a man’s hands. Without the loose, concealing shirt and covering waistcoat, one could glimpse the gentle thrusting of her breasts. Fortunately, the waistcoat and the frock coast gave her the appearance of a 'pouter pigeon.' No one could notice that there was something bizarre to this pigeon than there should have been.