What Was There Left To Steal?

By The Acromantula

Chapter One

She threw her favorite long red Italian leather jacket on to her latest acquisition a favorite chaise lounge once owned by King Louis XIV. She followed the jacket with her iconic matching red fedora. People always mistook her favorite red hat for her actual hair color. She loved seeing her wanted poster every so often. She did have an affinity for the color red but never ever would she dye her hair another color. She loved her midnight locks. She would rather be dragged to solitary confinement than dye her hair. She'd don many wigs and disguises but those chemicals would never touch her precious hair. Her gold cashmere sweater clung tightly around her shapely figure. A pearl necklace that belonged to Marie Antoinette was caught between her covered cleavage. A silky black skirt that wasn't owned by anybody famous hugged her hips.

The infamous Carmen Anna-Maria Sandiego stood in her lavish Paris penthouse. The penthouse might have been lavish and extravagant but one adjective she wasn't proud to label her place was that her place was lonely. The world class thief has her share of world class lovers but nothing was able to calm the wild and free spirit. She made her way over to the wet bar made from Carrara marble. A few priceless bottles of Château Lafite Rothschild were carefully stored above the bar on the wall. Tonight didn't feel like a night for priceless wine. Sure she and her team of V.I.L.E. henchmen pulled off another successful heist but it felt rather meaningless. She opted for a bottle of Kentucky bourbon. She pulled a highball glass out from the shelf, pulled out the cork and poured a double shot of bourbon. She liked her bourbon neat just like her lovers.

She took her glass of bourbon and walked out on to her private terrace that looked out onto the river Seine and Notre Dame Cathedral. She was a world traveler but this view of a beautiful gothic church nearly a thousand years old was the one she always liked the best. This penthouse was her oasis and sanctuary from the crazy world. Nobody knew about this place and that's the way she intended to keep it. It was willed to her by her adopted father. He was a French philanthropist who was unable to have any children of his own. He found her in a Lisbon orphanage. He said she had the sweetest brown eyes he had ever seen. It was that and her smile that won over the old softy. She had to bury him a week after her sixteenth birthday. He was killed in the line of duty. He left everything he owned to her.

He was a former director of the Directorate-General for External Security. He oversaw hundreds of analysts and field agents working to protect the people of France from all international threats. He taught her everything he knew about his tradecraft. He was molding her into a world class agent until his shocking and untimely death. His death left her feeling as empty as his lavish penthouse. She tried to follow in his footsteps but was turned away for being a foreign born woman. It didn't matter that she was the adopted daughter of the head of the DGES. The DGES didn't want a foreign national working for their agency.

If she couldn't follow in her father's footsteps, she would forge a new path for herself. Carmen was a top scholar at the International School of Paris before she went on to the Sorbonne where she double majored in Art History and French Poetry. She held a soft spot in her heart for Charles Baudelaire and Tristan Corbière. She had first editions of Les Amours Jaunes and Les Fleurs Du Mal and two dog-eared paperback copies of the same two books on her nightstand. The city of lights was alive as it was every night of the year. A cool breeze gently cut through the hot summer's night. She sipped her bourbon as she stared out over the cityscape. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind. What was there left to accomplish. There was no one who she knew of who could match her skills for thievery. Boredom was a serious crime in her world. She had no open contracts for her services. What was she to do? Her father always told her that idle hands were the devil's workshop.

She emptied her glass far quicker than she expected. That was when the wanting hit her head on. Her big nipples stuck out through both her bra and cashmere sweater. Her hand put her empty glass on the glass patio table and then fell back on to her outdoor bed. Her hands hiked her sweater up over her lacy red bra from La Perla. She pinched her nipples through the bra. Shivers of pleasure rocketed through her entire body. Her hips rose up off of the bed and her short skirt rode up her body as her hips rose. Her red lacy thong peaked out from under her skirt. There was a growing wet spot in the center of her thong.

Carmen pulled her sweater up and over her head and tossed it behind her back into the penthouse. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The bra fell to the floor as she rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples every so often. She kept thrusting her hips up into the humid air. Her skirt now was pooled up around her taut stomach. She kept one hand on her breasts while the other hand traveled south and slipped under the microscopic waistband of her thong. She moved the thong to the side and rubbed the black hairy lips up and down slowly. Her hairs were coated with sweet sticky nectar. If only rubbing her slick lips could satiate the fire burning deep within her.

She slipped one finger just inside her juicy inferno. She opened her eyes and she swore she saw fireworks. She didn't normally have any free time to seduce herself with her heavenly body. Lately, her fast paced life usually centered on pleasing one overbearing client after another. She was positive that she would be busy soon enough but for tonight… tonight was all her own and she relished that fact. Her hunger struck again as she dipped her finger deeper into her hot wet folds. Her red nail scraped up against a fleshly spongy nub at the same time her thumb grazed across her other little nub which protruded out from its little hood.

She slid her slick finger slowly in and out of her wet hairy pussy trying to stretch out her very tight walls. One finger wasn't enough to quench her lust. She slipped in her middle finger. One finger was good but two felt divine. Stretching out her pussy with ease had Carmen seeing stars. She sped up the rate she fingered her from a languid pace to a fevered pitch. The want was driving her wild. Caught up in pursuit of ecstasy, Carmen didn't realize she was leaving claw marks on her large breast from those finely manicured nails. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her long fingers bumped up against the top of her pussy with each thrust inward. Her hips bucked into her hand with each thrust. Her inner hips were coated in her sticky juice. Thrust after thrust, she drove her fingers deep into her pussy. There was a growing wet spot upon the bed just underneath her shapely ass.

Nothing was ever simple when Carmen Anna Maria Sandiego had an orgasm. Her whole body shook with such force a lover could make the mistake of calling her possessed. The flailing matched up with the guttural sounds emanating from her lips. One quick look and anybody would have called for an exorcist. Her fingers battered that favorite fleshy nub just inside her center. Her hips closed around her arm pinching almost as strong as pneumatic vice. Flicking her fingers back and forth across the spongy membrane got her to pump juice out from her core. She felt her body go slack just as the orgasm subsided. Her mind was fuzzy with cascading endorphins. A small smile of satisfaction formed on her lips. The mental fog and smooth post orgasmic satisfaction were gone in an instant a familiar nasal whine wafting up from the cobbled street below.

"Ivy, that intelligence packet only said that Carmen might be in Paris. Right after a huge caper, the last place she would be Paris. It's been her hometown since she was young. That's the first place any police agency would turn over every pebble in this city looking for her. She's probably sunning herself one of Bora Bora's many beaches." Zack Carmichael posited to his partner.

Ivy Fuentes was a tall striking redhead whose personality matched her hairstyle. Spiky, jagged, fiery and passionate were words potential suitors used when describing Ivy. They were correct in their assessment despite the fact that ea ch one Ivy rejected. "Why would the Chief pass on this information if he didn't believe its authenticity. It is possible the chief passed on faulty info from a trusted source. I just thought we were for the first time one step ahead of her." Ivy couldn't keep the disappointment out of her voice. She made it her personal mission to capture Carmen Sandiego. It was such a task that was already grating down her normally indomitable spirit.

"We haven't run across any one of Carmen's cohorts or her henchmen by now. I'd say we head back to the hotel and start fresh in the morning. We've been at it ever since we touched down at De Gaulle and the jet lag is really starting to set in. Thankfully, our hotel is just a block from here." Zack said as he started walking up the cobbled street. Ivy looked at her partner and felt tired all of a sudden. It wasn't from the jet lag either. She didn't want to become another burnt out Ahab chasing the illusive white whale. There were far worse criminals that ACME International were charged with capturing. Tyrants, despots, war criminals, and general sadistic bastards all ranked high on the top ten most wanted fugitive lists. Carmen never killed or let along injured anyone in any of her personal heists. Ivy admired Carmen's talent, skill set, and her disciple to her own doctrine. "Yo Ivy, you coming?" She heard Zach hollering from up the street. Ivy's mind remained deep in thought as her legs autonomously led her in her partner's direction.

From her terrace a very beautiful yet very naked Miss Sandiego had a massive brainstorm. She gracefully spirited back into her penthouse and into her office. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was just past one in the morning. Her friend Sakura should be awake by now. She placed the long distance call and after a few rings Carmen said hello to friend. After they exchanged pleasantries, Carmen asked Sakura if she and a friend could visit. Sakura jokingly fired back about why it took Carmen so long to visit again but whole heartedly opened her seaside home to Carmen and her unnamed guest. Carmen told Sakura to expect her within the next day. When Sakura asked about her unmentioned guest, Carmen replied that she wasn't sure if her friend would come or not. They exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up.

Carmen next called her personal pilot and instructed her pilot Hugh to have the jet ready for departure in an hour. He responded that he always kept her fleet of one private jet ready to go at the drop of her world famous hat. She sassed back that she would never let her hat ever fall to the ground. She told him that she wanted to be in the air bound for Fukue-Goto Airport. Her private jet had the range of seventy five hundred miles. Paris to the island of Fukue was just under six thousand. With the modifications she had her team install, her plane could fly higher faster and more efficiently than any other airplane flying today. She then called down to her driver and told him to be ready to pick her up soon. She didn't give him an exact time. She wanted to test his dedication to her and how efficiently he drove to get to her place.

Carmen then opened a drawer on her desk and pulled out an exquisite pen and sheet of heavy red paper. Minutes dragged on by before she put pen to paper. Her pen flowed more with more fluidity than Fred Astaire or Paulette Duval.

Ivy,

If you ever indulge yourself to take a vacation, I recommend you do. Here are two suggestions for you. You could either head for the island of Saint Marie which just west of Guadeloupe in the Caribbean Sea or the island Fukue just west of Nagasaki, Japan. Both are exquisite in their own natural beauty and vibrant local culture. Catching up on your "me" time is what vacation is all about. It refreshed the mind and invigorates the soul. Great stories come from great adventure.

Yours Always

She didn't need to sign the note. She knew Ivy was smart enough to figure out who had sent her it. She folded up the note and slid it into a matching red envelope. She sealed the envelope with a kiss. She almost tempted to sprits the outside with a hint of her favorite perfume. But even she thought the perfume would have been too much. She took the letter with her as she walked back into her bedroom. She tossed the note onto the bed before she began packing her two suitcases. She didn't pack any of her more expensive dresses. It was the end of July and her friend Sakura owned a secluded beach house just north of downtown Goto. A few lightweight sundresses a few pairs of skimpy bikinis and good pair of walking shoes. She was an avid hiker when she got the chance. A few lightweight t-shirts and rugged shorts filled her small suitcase. She was satisfied with what she had packed that the second suitcase wasn't needed.

The door bell to the penthouse rang. She walked to the door, peered through the peephole and saw her driver standing outside the door. She unlocked the door but didn't open it up for him. She was still very naked and he hadn't earned the right to see her exposed as she currently was. She walked back to her bedroom and pulled on a red athletic shirt which kept her girls nicely in place and a pair of black yoga pants and a new pair of red sandals. She wheeled her suitcase out of her bedroom whilst carrying the note for Ivy in her free hand.

"Good evening Yves, I apologize for the lateness of my call but I suddenly need to get to my hanger at Le Bourget as soon as possible. A new business venture came across my purview and time is money. But first I need to make a quick stop at The Melia Hotel. I have a note to drop off." Carmen said before she handed her suitcase over to her driver. Yves was a friend of her father from his time in the French Special Forces. Yves had sworn to her father to always look out after his little girl. He might have been her driver but try to run afoul on his watch and it will be the last mistake a person could make. Yves was also a almost a full mute caused by an old war wound. She never did get the full story on how he nearly lost complete use of his voice.

They boarded the elevator and rode down to the ground floor. Yves wheeled the suitcase out the front door of her building, down the stone steps and over to the black S-Class Mercedes. He loaded the suitcase into the trunk, closed the trunk and then opened the door to the black seat for Carmen. Yves turned over the powerful Mercedes engine, put the car into gear, swiftly made good time through the streets of the capital city. Carmen had Yves put on one of her favorite operas: Berlioz's Les Troyens. She hummed along as the opening rang out over the car's superior surround sound system.

The Mercedes pulled up to the private owner's entrance. The driver's window opened effortlessly with the press of a button. Yves showed the guard Carmen's credentials. The guard reviewed Carmen's credentials. Anna Maria Santiago was not wanted by any countries where as Carmen Sandiego was an international fugitive.

"Merci Mlle. Santiago, Bon Voyage." The guard said as he handed Carmen's credentials back to Yves. The guard then opened the gate. Yves drove past the entrance gate and took the interior airport road around to where the private hangers were situated. The door to Carmen's hanger was open and Yves drove through the opening. There was her pride and joy. An early Christmas present to herself a few years ago, she bought a Bombardier Global 8000. She had it customized inside and out. The fuselage was pained her favorite shade of red. There was a golden yellow stripe running down each side of the aircraft.

Hugh was standing at the stairways waiting for Carmen to exit from the Mercedes. She said good bye and thanks Yves for the wonderful service. She then made her way over to Hugh gave him a warm hug. She apologized for taking him away from his bed in the middle of the night. Hugh brushed off Carmen's apology with a smile as he took his boss's suitcase as she climbed up the stairs into the plane. She said hello to Andre who was the first officer. Camille was in the galley making sure that it was fully stocked for the long journey. Camille asked if Carmen needed anything before they departed. Carmen said that she was going to shower before heading to bed. Camille said that she would rely that to the flight crew.

Carmen had a team of designers and decorators turn the cabin of the plane from a business setting to a home in the sky. There was a full galley, a conformable couch and two leather recliners that swiveled. Behind a sliding cherry wood door was Carmen's bedroom and bathroom. The bathroom was spacious and fully equipped. She slid closed the door to her bedroom. She pulled off all of her clothes and tossed them on to the queen sized bed. She flung her bra from her chesty top as she entered the bathroom. Her thong fell to the floor before she walked into the shower stall.

Carmen's shower had a special feature that preheated the water in the tank to her desired temperature. She turned on the shower and hot soothing water fell from the ceiling of the stall. She picked up her bottle of lavender scented body wash. Carmen turned her back to the water as she squeezed out a handful. She massaged the liquid onto her hefty breasts. The liquid quickly turned into soapy suds covering her upper half. Carmen turned back into the stream of water and let the water wash away the soap. She picked up the bottle and squeezed another handful of the lavender wash into her hand. She then cleansed the lower half of her body. As much as she loved smelling of post orgasmic bliss, others around her might not. She decided not to wash her long black hair in an effort to save time. Carmen turned off the shower and grabbed her red terrycloth bathrobe off of the hook on the bathroom wall.

She emerged from her lavish bathroom to find that her clothes had been picked up and put away. Hugh's voice came over the plane's PA system. He said that the plane was ready to depart. She saw Camille slide open the door. She was carrying a cup of warm chamomile tea.

"Carmen, I hoped this warm cup of tea will help you fall asleep." Camille said as she placed the cup into the built in cup holder on Carmen's nightstand.

"What would help me fall asleep the quickest would be curled up with in my arms." Carmen replied back.

"That would be highly inappropriate. An employee should never go to bed with their employer. It would cause quite the scandal for all involved." Camille said as she slowly unbuttoned her blue blouse. Underneath the blouse were two chocolate mountains encased behind a lacy coral bra that Carmen had gifted to her last Christmas. The coral color of her bra was paired perfectly with her dark skin tone. Camille then slowly unzipped her short black skirt and let it fall to the floor. Carmen pressed the intercom button on her remote and told Hugh that they were ready for take-off. Camille closed and locked the bedroom door. The shear laciness of Camille's thong allowed Carmen to see Camille's thick jungle bush. Carmen licked her lips as Camille slowly sauntered back to the bed. She pirouetted around one hundred and eighty degrees before she bent over and grabbed her ankles. Camille loved to display her large magnificently chiseled rear for Carmen's beautiful brown eyes to drink in.

Camille slowly arched her back upright and turned back towards her boss. Carmen curled her index finger back and forth. Camille hooked her thumbs around the thin material of her thong and pulled it down to her feet. She then picked up the wet garment and tossed it directly into Carmen's face. Carmen inhaled her lover's fruity sweet scent as she felt movement on the bed. Seconds later, Camille crawled up alongside Carmen. She then snaked her hand under Carmen's red robe. Her hand tickled the wispy black pubes as her hand slithered northward towards those large olive mountains. Carmen moaned as Camille pinched Carmen's hard nipples. Camille's free hand pulled open Carmen's robe before she climbed on top of her lover.

"I hope you ladies are secured back there. We are about to take off down the runway." Hugh said over the PA.

Carmen wrapped her hands around Camille and pulled her in close. "I hear the acceleration is quite invigorating." Carmen kissed Camille's pouty lips. Camille paid Carmen back by nibbling on Carmen's lips. The two were completely out of their element. They didn't hear the plane's engines roar to life until the brakes were released and the plane shot down the runway. The force pushed Camille deeper into Carmen's warm embrace. Carmen's hands reached down and grabbed Camille's ass.

"I thought you just wanted to fall asleep together." Camille spoke into Carmen's ear. The roar of the engines was quite noticeable even in Carmen's cabin which had been designed to take away most of the jet engine's roar.

"The best way to fall asleep is just after an orgasm with your lover wrapped up in one's arms." Carmen moved her hands up off of Camille's ass. She then unhooked the bra quickly, pulled it away from Camille and tossed it out of her eye line. They felt the plane level off. Camille pulled the red robe off of Carmen before descending down to Carmen's large breasts. Strong firm hands wrapped around the fleshly skin. Camille brought the stiff nipple to her lips but couldn't bring herself to latch upon. Tears began to run down her angled cheeks. Those haunting blue eyes had struck despair in her heart once again.

Her former boss was murdered during a reunion with friends from university. He was stabbed through the heart with an ice pick. The symbolism alone was overwhelming. Her former boss was quintessentially British. Stubborn, with a touch of that classic stiff upper lip who could never relax on an island paradise was how she eulogized her former boss. That might have gotten a laugh out of the crowd but it didn't go far to heal her wounds. In just under two years of working under Detective Inspector Richard Poole, he had wormed his way into her heart. The only other people to get that close to her were colleagues Dwayne and Felix. She couldn't forget her amazing mother Catherine. They solved the case with the help of the new DI. The man felt like he was still wet behind the ears and not a seasoned professional. She didn't doubt his mind though. It was just like Richard's as sharp as a tack. He apparently developed a crush upon her the moment she crossed his eyesight.

Camille had to leave the small of Saint Marie. She asked the police commissioner for an extended leave of absence. Her request was granted and she board a plane bound for Paris the next morning. She grieved for Richard in private until the friend she had been staying with dragged her out one day to the Orsay museum for a touch of culture. She bumped into the most beautiful woman in the world. Both women were fascinated by Jean-Francois Millet's The Gleaners. The woman in red and black could feel the agony of the manual turmoil the peasant farmers were enduring. Camille scoffed at the woman's oversimplification of what Millet was trying to convey.

She couldn't help but size the tall statuesque model standing next to her. The blue blood of the police officer still flowed through her veins even if she had resigned from the Saint Marie police force the week before. This woman didn't look like she had ever worked as hard as those peasants in the painting. The woman next to her heard Camille's scoff.

"I'm sorry if I've said something that upsets you." The woman said as she turned and looked at Camille. Her Latin accent caught Camille off guard and sent a shiver up and down her spine. The woman took off her designer sunglasses and unveiled the most beautiful brown eyes that Camille had ever seen.

"If you have really felt their pain before then you wouldn't have made such a condescending comment. Their pain is clear as day. They aren't waltzing around wearing designer shades and haute couture clothing. People still work like this every day where I come from. It's not a wheat field but a sugar cane field is just as backbreaking. Not to mention the heat and humidity. If you are looking to experience a day of backbreaking labor, I have connections that can get you a job." Camille's ire was quickly wearing thin with this woman.

"What I would like is to find a small quiet café to share a meal with the most breathtaking, intelligent, opinioned woman I have met recently. Are you interested, it's my treat?" The mysterious woman offered.

"How can I even believe you when I don't know your name?" Camille fired back. Her French accent flaring up as her annoyance level grew.

"Forgive me; I seem to have left my manners at home today. I am Anna Maria Santiago and it would be my pleasure to take you out for coffee." Carmen extended her hand in which Camille shook it.

"Camille Bourday."

"Miss Bourday, I hope you don't find my advances rather forward being that we have only just met. Forgive me for saying this but you are the most enchanting person I have bet in a long time. It's quite refreshing and I must thank you for that" Carmen said.

"I've only been in Paris for the last the week and a half and today I was forced out in public by the person I've been staying with." Camille tried to hide her face from those irrespirable eyes. She was surprised when Carmen didn't laugh at her isolation. It was laughable to be in one of the most wondrous cities in the world and not be out exploring every square inch of it.

"Most people always go to the Louvre or the Eiffel Tower first. The first place I visited was the Paris Catacombs." Carmen heard Camille chuckle at her revelation. "I probably should get my head examined at some point. I even put it on my ever growing list of things to do before I leave this plane of existence. Have I intrigued you enough so that you'll say yes to the offer of coffee, pastries and conversation? I know a great little place just down the street."

"I see you've upped the ante with the promise of pastries. You drive a hard bargain Miss Santiago but I just felt my stomach rumble. It looks like you've won. Lead the way." Camille said before following Carmen out the side entrance of the museum. The two walked down Rue de Lille until Carmen led them into Les Climats café. The place wasn't busy being it was in between the lunch and dinner rushes. Camille wasn't surprised when the chef came out to greet her new friend. They seemed to be very old friends. She heard him tell Anna that he was going to make something special for her and her friend. He told her that her favorite table was always available. She saw Anna smile with a radiance she hadn't seen before.

Carmen led Camille inside the very exquisite glass walled wine room. There were several small tables but Carmen sat them down at a table for two with two red high back chairs. Camille found it strange that the rest of the chairs in the room didn't match the chairs that they were sitting in. A waiter seemed to appear out of thin air carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. The waiter introduced himself as Jean-Claude. Camille didn't like how this man was making eyes at her new friend. Carmen easily dispatched the ogre with wandering eye.

"So what brought you to the museum today? Was it for business or for pleasure?" Camille said before she picked up her glass of wine. Camille saw the glint of surprise in Carmen's eyes. Carmen tried to hide it but Camille's words had hit their mark. Carmen took up her glass before she answered.

"Am I under arrest?" Carmen asked.

"No. I don't have the authority to arrest you not even to make a citizen's arrest. You have to be a citizen first and I'm a distraught tourist who used to be an officer of the law. We are tow relative strangers who met at an art museum admiring a wonderful painting." Camille said as she placed her glass back onto the table.

"I was there for pure amazement. I would never steal from my home turf. Paris has been my home for as long as I can remember. I may not stick to a lot of society's rules but I stick to my own religiously. Millet is my favorite painter and the Orsay has my favorite painting. I have stared at that painting for hours. It's the first place I visit whenever I'm back in town." Carmen said.

Camille felt a sharp pain coming from her nipple. She blinked her eyes several times to see that she was in Carmen's bed and they were on her plane heading to another exotic location. Carmen had a concerned look on her face.

"Where did you go? You seemed to be lost in thought and a million miles away." Carmen softly rubbed Camille's shoulders and back trying to bring the black beauty back.

"I was lost in the memory of the first time we crossed paths on that fateful day in front of Millet's masterpiece. I saved your life from delving deeper in to a world where you had no chance of recovering from. You in turn saved my life from a depression and a downward spiral of my life. Who knew that two complete strangers at an art museum could possibly change each other's lives just by bumping into each other?" Camille relished the warmth Carmen's hands brought to Camille's large breasts. She snuggled deeper into Carmen's embrace.

"I have to agree with you. That day was memorable for many reasons. We exited the museum right before those A.C.M.E. gumshoes burst in through the front doors. Now those two are fairly competent agents. It's really a shame that they work for that slime ball in charge." Carmen kissed a bit of exposed skin on Camille's neck. Camille wiggled her rear deeper into Carmen's nether region. She heard Camille yawn. She let her hold of Camille go slack. She grabbed the bed covers and pulled them up their bodies. It was the middle of the night and her body finally felt ready to sleep. Her eyes slowly closed.

Her eyes opened once again when she felt the plane touch down on the runway. Warm sun was flooding through the oval windows of her plane. Sometime during the flight, Camille had turned her body back to face Carmen. Her black wavy hair covered her face. Carmen brushed the hair aside and kissed Camille on the cheek.

"Cinq minutes Maman. Cinq minutes s'il vous plait." Camille softly moaned out. A devilish little idea popped into Carmen's mind. She was going pay Camille back for calling her mother. Surely, Camille's mother would never do what Carmen had planned. Carmen slipped her hand underneath the bedspread and found Camille's bushy center. Her finger snaked through the bush and found two slick lips. Carmen quickly drove two fingers inside those two slick lips. Camille bolted right up straight in bed where Carmen captured Camille's other lips in a searing kiss. Carmen then pulled her fingers out to the dismay of Camille. She brought those fingers up to her lips and then licked her sweet sticky fingers clean.

"I'm pretty sure your mother would never wake you the way I can. You get that treatment every time you accidentally call me mother." She kissed Camille again. "It seems we were both more tired than I expected. We slept through the entire trip." Camille looked out one of the plane's windows and saw the sun soaked runway passing by as the plane taxied to the terminal.

She pushed the elegant sheets off of her flawless dark chocolate skin. Despite having a full night's rest, her body felt lethargic. Neither she nor Carmen spoke as they slowly got dressed. Camille put back on last night's ensemble. Carmen chose a very short form hugging deep jade shaded sun dress with matched short heels. The two left the bedroom and headed out to the small sitting area between the galley and the bedroom as they waited for the pilots to bring the plane up to one of the terminal gates.

"I'm not sure if I officially offered you an invitation to stay with Sakura and I then I'd like fully extend that invitation. Sakura has an amazing home impossible to find unless you know where to look. It's built into the side of a cliff with elevator access to a pristine gorgeous beach otherwise inaccessible unless one goes by boat. Whenever I'm in this part of the world, it's my home away from home."

"Thank you for the invitation. Do you need me to stay with you as your second in command?" Camille had turned towards Carmen. There was a hint of a worried tone in Carmen's voice which caught Camille off guard.

"I will be stepping away from my own organization. It has turned into something I can no longer control nor stop. It would take an army to shut it down. If I hadn't planned to step away, they probably would have set one of their goon squads to take me out. The world has turned into something far darker than even I could have imagined." Camille saw a haunted look in Carmen's eyes. The plane pulled up to the small private terminal. Hugh had unlocked the door to the cockpit and was the first to set outside. He welcomed both ladies to the island of Fukue. He unlocked and opened the plane's exterior cabin door. He then extended the build in staircase with the press of a button.

Carmen got up and walked over to Hugh. She gave her friend a hug before she stepped back slightly. "Hugh, I will not be returning to France for quite some time. I would like to offer you, Andre and both of your families the use of my private jet. If you do not want to use it, then please return it to the hanger at Le Bourget and prepare it for storage. I will call you if I ever need a pick up again. I would suggest looking for better places to work. My organization is not what it once was. I respect you both too much to ever let anything awful befall my favorite pilots. I hope to fly with you both again." She gave both pilots a warm hug before she and Camille exited down the stairway of the plane.

Two suitcases awaited Carmen and Camille. The two wheeled suitcases were in front of a sparkling red Nissan GT-R. Carmen had a soft spot for fast cars especially fast cars that were red. The small suitcases nearly didn't fit in the GT-R's trunk. Carmen found the keys already in the ignition when she sat behind the wheel of one of the finest made supercars in the world. Camille slid into the passenger's seat. The twin turbocharged V-6 engine roared to life after Carmen turned the key. She put the car in gear and pointed the car towards the exit of the airport. The midday traffic through the city of Goto was manageable. The car was Carmen's gift to Sakura. Unfortunately, Sakura was not a fan of driving but still kept the gift.

The eastern coast road had a gorgeous sweeping view of the Goto Sea. Sakura's house was just north of the main city of Goto. Most of the coastline was quite treacherous and steep. Carmen pulled the red GT-R off of the coast road down a nearly overgrown unpaved path. Nobody would know that there was an elegant secure home beyond a thicket of scrub brush. Beyond the scrub wall was a shiny titanium gate with a communication box. Sakura's family owned the entire island. Carmen pulled the car up the box, lowered the window and pressed the button. Carmen sang the first few lines of Edo Komoriuta.

A woman's voice responded back to welcome Carmen and Camille. The titanium gate opened steadily. Carmen drove down the path and pulled the car up a house with huge floor to ceiling glass windows. A beautiful woman in a red and black silk dress was waiting for them as Carmen pulled the GT-R up under the roof of the portico.

Sakura walked over to the car and opened up the driver's side door. She outstretched her arm and helped Carmen out of the car. The two embraced in a warm hug. Carmen then kissed Sakura's puffy lips. Sakura wore a stripe of shiny silver lipstick which shimmered in the day light. Carmen released Sakura. They were joined by Camille who gave Sakura a quick hug and a nip of her rosy cheek.

"Carmen, Camille, I really should insist that you both visit more often. It has been ages since you two last came to the island for a proper vacation." Sakura said as she led her guests into her home. Sakura's long straight silky black hair rested just above her taut rear. Sakura brought the two Europeans out to the wraparound teak deck that jutted out over the cliff wall. The view from the deck was breathtaking. Waves crashed into the rocky shore just north of the house. Right below the deck was the family's private beach accessed through a boat or the elevator.

Sakura pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it on to one of several lounge chairs. The slender woman adapted the Warrior pose. Sakura put her tanned and toned body on display for her guests. She bent her knees, lowered her upper body and leaned it forward into Warrior pose two. "Ladies, please make feel free to relax in my home. You are both invited guests after all. Now, if either of you intend to join me in for a swim, I recommend to stretch first. The water is quite warm but the currents are deceptively strong on this side of the island."

"Your tattoo is incredible. I wish I had the skin tone that could show off such vibrant color. The purple and orange of the dragon work well with the pink cherry blossoms. I wish I wasn't afraid of needles otherwise I'd get something small." Camille said.

"Would you like give a shot at interpreting my tattoo?" Sakura asked Camille.

"Sure why not. I'll give it a shot. The color purple has been used to symbolize royalty. Is the Goto family related to the any royal families of Japan? The dragon has been used as a symbol of strength, ferocity and wealth. The dragon has been viewed as a destroyer or a guardian depending on who you ask. Orange has been used to symbolize joy, warmth, freedom, happiness, sexuality, creativity. My Japanese is a little rusty but I do know that Sakura means cherry blossom. How did I do?" Camille asked.

"Magnifique as Carmen would say. Then again, I would expect nothing but the best from Carmen's number two. I'm still surprised you both are still clothed. This is susposed to be a vacation for you both and a friend who hasn't arrived. I don't want to enforce the rules of my house but I will if I have to." Sakura said as she finished up her stretching. Both Carmen and Camille quickly pulled off their clothing, folding up their outfits and then neatly placing them next to Sakura's. Sakura drank in Camille's dark chocolate body and was immediately smitten. She wanted to run her fingers through Camille's black curly hair and get them tangled.

"You have taken my breath away Miss Bourday. You've hidden your beauty beneath those cumbersome clothes." Sakura said coyly. "Would it be horribly forwards of me to wrap you up in a hug and kiss you rotten?"

"If you were anybody else, I would be highly offended at such a ridiculous request. Since it is the highly beautiful and very tempting Sakura Goto making such an offer I would have to make the exception to my rule. Unless, you have other ideas for me Carmen?" Camille turned towards Carmen. The long haired beauty silently gave Camille her approval along with her permission to accept Sakura's advances.

Sakura wrapped her long arms around the tall slender Camille and pulled her in close. Sakura started nibbling on Camille's neck. Sakura found one of Camille's erogenous hotspots right where the neck and shoulder met. Camille let out a low moan as she spread her legs apart steadying herself. She dropped her hands down Sakura's silky smooth skin to Sakura's shapely rear and cupped each globe with her hands. Camille guided Sakura down on to the large outdoor daybed that was just to their left. She gently pushed Sakura down just before climbing on top of the Japanese beauty.

Carmen smiled at the sight of her friends' new found intimacy. It also brought up a feeling that she was missing out on the same intimacy. She could have joined in their revelry but the thought struck her as rude. She felt a buzzing coming from her right thigh. Her tiny smartphone which she kept holstered on her thigh. She pulled out the phone and smiled when she saw the messages from two of her contacts. Hopefully, Carmen would be sharing some new found intimacy with a new friend some time soon.