2 Broke Girls: And The Thief.

Caroline Channing was many things: Wharton graduate, heiress to a billion dollar company, owner of a prize winning horse, and a natural blonde. Something she wasn't, was capable of defending herself. And, apparently, remembering to charge her phone; since it lied dead on her nightstand. So when she heard a noise at 2 in the morning in her penthouse, she wished that she took those self-defense classes like her dad said she should, or at the very least, owned a bat.

It's not like she couldn't afford it. She searched her bedroom for something heavy, but not too expensive, to use as a weapon when she heard rummaging in the other room. She had realized that her only weapon, her Taser, was in her purse, which was in the other room. Maybe it was her sleep deprived mind or perhaps the fear of a home invasion, but she decided that going into the same room as the thief was a good idea. She hoped that she could sneak over to her bag to get it.

She tip-toed into the main room that was lit only by the various lights of nighttime New York and the flashlight that the intruder was holding.

"Let's see...no...no...Crap...no," the thief murmured, in a surprisingly soft sounding voice.

While the invader nicked through her possessions, Caroline had managed to sneak over to her bag by the couch, and combed through it for her Taser. When she felt the familiar plastic in her hands she mentally shouted 'Ah-Ha!' She stood up and turned on the nearby lamp. As soon as the light came on the bandit froze, holding an expensive vase. Whoever it was, wasn't facing her. With the room illuminated, although dimly, Caroline could see that her robber was pretty short.

They had on a completely black outfit, gloves, boots and a beanie. In the little light there was, Caroline could see that the person was Caucasian from the back of their neck.

"T-turn around!" Caroline demanded, trying her best not to sound too scared. She held the Taser with both hands with arms outstretched at the burglar. Not that it was one that shoots out, but she didn't seem to care.

"Nuh-uh," the thief denied, again with that weird voice. Caroline was glad that the criminal wasn't facing her, on account of the face she just pulled. She wasn't used to people refusing her, well, anything. She always got what she wanted. She stepped closer to the crook. The couch was still in between them.

"Turn around or I'll tase you right now!" Her voice exuded "rich bossy white girl." The thief sighed and started to comply. Slowly turning on their heel, they revealed themselves to be...a girl? She was beyond beautiful; her smooth skin was pale, not a single blemish on her on face. Her eyes that had quickly scanned the room, looking for possible solutions out of her predicament, were a cold ice blue.

Her thick figure curved elegantly; it seemed perfect for slipping through vents. Except for her breasts, easily d-cups, which probably get in the way quite often. But Caroline could imagine how else she could use them to her advantage. Her lips were plump, colored blood red, and were turned up in a mischievous smile. As if she was the one with the upper hand. She saw the confused look on Caroline's face.

"Not what you were expecting huh? What, you thought I'd have one of those evil French moustaches?" she quipped. Caroline was utterly taken aback by her casual approach. Didn't she know that she was caught and was going to go to jail?

"Can't say that you fit the usual description of a burglar, no." Caroline tried to regain control of the conversation. The thief slyly chuckled, seeing how clearly scared the heiress was. She sauntered closer, not close enough to get tased, but enough to make Caroline nervous.

"Yeah, well I couldn't find one of those robber masks on Amazon" Caroline ignored her.

"Who are you?" She asked, unsure of how to proceed in this endeavor.

"Step one of robbing people; tell them your name," the thief joked. It made Caroline feel pretty damn dumb, which is a first for her.

"You might as well cooperate, you don't have a lot of options here." Caroline was struggling to get control of the situation. The home invader had an insulted look on her face, but Caroline could tell it wasn't genuine.

"What? You really don't know who I am? I'm offended, Caroline Channing." The thief put down the vase, she wasn't going anywhere for a while.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Everybody knows who you are, Blondie. You're practically a Barbie doll."

Caroline lowered her arms, just a little bit.

"Oh like I haven't heard that joke before." Caroline didn't appreciate just how deep the thief got under her skin.

"Listen, let's look at this situation with logic. You like logic right?" the thief suggested. Caroline saw no reason to disagree. She nodded her head in approval.

"Your phone isn't working, cuz if it was you would've already called the police. I disabled your security system, so they aren't coming any time soon. And you're in a room with a possibly dangerous criminal. I think we should make a compromise..." the last few words seemed to swirl off her tongue. Insinuating something...more. Caroline wasn't going to fall for it though.

"You seem to be forgetting one thing however, I'm the one holding the Taser" Caroline regards the hot pink Taser in her hands.

She wore a smug look on her face until the thief squinted at her weapon.

"A Taser that isn't even charged" the thief pointed out. And in a truly stupid move;

"Yes it is," Caroline bought the Taser closer to her face to check the battery. That short lapse in focus was all the thief needed. In one fluid maneuver she hurdled over the 20,000 dollar couch, swatted the Taser across the room and grabbed the heiress' face. She pushed her back to the wall near her bedroom door. The action only knocked a few stands of her onyx locks from under her hat, which she blew away from her face perfectly.

She pinned Caroline's right hand to the wall as the other instinctively rose to grab the thief's hand on her face, much to no avail, the thief had a tight grip. She chuckled as Caroline started to shake in fear in her hands.

"Y'know, for an ivy league graduate; that was pretty stupid. You should be more willing to compromise." The thief started to examine Caroline's face.

"Oh God, are you going to kill me?" No veiled attempts to hide the fear in her voice. The thief's smile grew wider.

"Well, lucky for you," the thief pressed her full lips against Caroline's thin ones.

"I like stupid. How about that compromise now?" The thief chuckled, her lips just far enough from Caroline's for her to feel her breath ask over her mouth. She pressed her lips on her again. The kiss confused Caroline, logically she shouldn't have enjoyed it. A girl was kissing her, (and she wasn't even attracted to girls...probably) a thief no less! She should be trying to fight her off, call the police.

She shouldn't be wrapping her arms around the invader, going deeper into the kiss. Every part of her brain knew that this was wrong. And yet it felt so...right. Caroline broke the kiss briefly to say,

"Yeah! I think I'm ready to compromise" they crashed their lips together again. Aside from the assorted sounds of New York's nightlife, the only noises heard were the smacking of their lips as they delved deeper into their embrace. The thief lusted after Caroline's lips as if she came there just to steal them, and Caroline was more than willing to let her. Without thinking about it, Caroline started to lead her would-be robber to her bedroom.

Before she realized it, she was laid out on her bed with the thief on top of her. Much like she did to her house, the thief had invaded Caroline's mouth, her tongue deftly exploring it.

The thief broke away, much to Caroline's disappointment as she was starting to get into it.

"What's a fine lady like yourself doing without any strong bodyguards?" She pulled off her hat, tossed it to the side and shook her head; letting her hair fall flawlessly down to her shoulders. The sight enraptured Caroline. She, in response said

"Hmmm well, I don't like how they'd treat surprise guests." Caroline flirted at the thief. Any part of her brain that still wanted her to at least act like she was in danger, was silenced as the thief started to pull off their turtleneck shirt.

"I bet you say that to all the thieves." The thief revealed her torso, the smooth skin tantalized Caroline, begging to be touched. Her breasts were in a lacy black lingerie bra, suggesting that this was already a backup plan for her. She tossed the shirt to the sand side as before.

"Not to the ones on wall street." Caroline joked back.

"Mmm clever girl." the thief said, diving back to Caroline's lips. Caroline didn't know what was wrong with her. She was acting like she was in a porno, or at the very least; some kind of poorly written fanfiction. Caroline knew on some level that she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help it. She was completely beguiled. Maybe it was the allure of being with a mysterious thief, or just the unadulterated seduction of the buxom woman on top of her.

Regardless of the reasoning behind it Caroline felt that she wanted, no, needed this. The thief broke away once more to say.

"Two things she thief needs: quick feet. And," the thief's hand nimbly infiltrated Caroline's gray pajama bottom. Her fingers resting on her sopping wet entrance.

"And quicker fingers" she whispered as she slipped into Caroline. The heiress gently convulsed at the intrusion. It had been some time since anyone had down there, she'd been terribly busy lately. The thief started to pump two of her fingers in and out of the billionaire. She planned her lips on hers to keep her moaning to a minimum. She clutched the thief closer as she steadily increased the pace of her fingering.

"If only your security was as tight as you are right now, maybe breaking in wouldn't have been so easy." The thief said to Caroline's pleasure stricken face. Caroline, for once, couldn't think of anything to say back. This night was turning out to be a lot of firsts for her. First time being outwitted, kissing and having sex with a girl, first time with a stranger, and first time being speechless. This wasn't so bad. As the thief's fingers twisted and twirled inside her, it was all she could do to not to yell out. The thief slowed down her fingers and studied Caroline's disappointed face.

"Damn girl, you want it bad huh?" the thief teased. She watched Caroline plead wordlessly to continue her pleasure. The thief chuckled.

"Well don't worry, a good thief knows just how to find..."Her fingers still twisting inside her suddenly found the spot she was looking for, indicated by Caroline nearly shrieking out.

"The sweet spot" the thief started to hammer the sensitive spot while circling her thumb on her clit; bringing her to one glorious orgasm. Her cries of euphoria echoed throughout her 90,000,000 dollar penthouse. The thief cracked a smile watching the heiress writhe at her touch. On the downswing of her orgasm Caroline wrapped her arms around the thief.

"Shit, that looked intense, been that long since someone popped under the hood huh?" She kiss the billionaire before she could respond.

"Well thanks for fixing my check engine light." Caroline bantered the thief, whom was starting to lean up. Much to Caroline's disappointment.

"Not that you aren't funny, or that this isn't good fun. But it's getting late and I got places to be." Caroline thought that she'd start getting dressed, but just the opposite in fact. The thief unhooked her bra, freeing her large breasts from their confinement.

"But I do want a little give and take" she explained while taking her pants off, exposing her matching revealing lingerie panties; showing just how aroused the thief was. She slipped them off and flung them into the growing pile of clothes. She slithered off Caroline's pajama bottoms, now drenched with her juices. Caroline probably shouldn't have been excited at the prospect of a criminal staying longer in her house, but if it meant that her pleasure would go on she didn't care.

"So we're gonna make this quick" she lifted up Caroline's right leg, and moved herself into the space between her legs. She pressed her mound against Caroline's and started thrusting her hips back and forth. Grinding on the heiress, pleasure started to surge between the two of them. Caroline watched as the thief's breasts bounce up and down while they rubbed up against her leg. She was still sensitive from the orgasm she just had, she wanted to request that the thief not be so rough but she could tell that she'd deny her demand.

The thief worked Caroline through more orgasms, each stronger than the last, but apparently that wasn't enough for the thief who had yet to have one. She humped Caroline harder and faster, seemingly trying to pulverize her groin. She panted with effort for each thrust, the juices flowing from them both making it easier to pound away at her. Until, finally, the thief threw back her head and in a loud groan shouted,

"Ooooh FUCK!" She yelled out as her orgasm exploded out of her, covering her, the heiress and her 2,000 dollar bed sheets in their fluids as they simultaneously came together. The thief released Caroline's leg as she slouched down over Caroline. They breathed heavily in sync, facing into each other's eyes. Well, as long as Caroline could keep them open, she was exhausted.

The last sight she saw, before drifting off to sleep, was the thief's wide grin as she gently planted her lips on her.

Caroline woke up hours later, sore, really sore! As the memories of last night came to mind, Caroline looked around. On her nightstand, the thief was kind enough to plug her phone into the charger. It was 11 in the morning. She wrapped her sheets sound her and ran into the main room. She looked around for anything missing. Everything seemed to be there. Her legs, still weak, hobbled her back to her bedroom

She saw on her bed a cupcake in a glass case and a note. How could she not have noticed that before? She picked up the note that read:

"Well princess that was a fun night, can't say it was the most profitable though. But it doesn't have to have to be the last one. Keep a sharp eye out, and when you find what's missing, call me."

The bottom of the note was signed; "The cupcakes thief-M" the bottom right corner the thief had kissed the paper, staining it with her lipstick. Caroline sat down on her bed, unable to stop herself from smiling. She opened the case and took a bite of the cupcake. It was strawberry flavored. Caroline's favorite.

"Keep my eye out? What's missing?" She asked the empty room. She stood up and looked around and spotted it. The jewelry prop that usually adorned her mother's pearls was naked.

"Hmmm" Caroline said to herself

PART 1 end.