Page 61 of Thief

He tutted and ducked into a neighbour’s narrow porch so he was out of sight.

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Kat moved to the end house and knocked on the peeling, red door. She turned to look at John, and sent a hint of a smile his way before the door was opened.

“Hi,” she said softly to the pimply, sleepy face. But it was only sleepy for a second, because then the opener of the door saw who was addressing him, and the tired eyes grew wide and a nervous twitch tugged at his left nostril.

He glanced up and down the street. “Shit, what the hell are you doing at my house?” A noticeable lisp played with his s’s.

Kat smiled warmly. “Can I come in? Just for a minute.”

He frowned but stepped into the small hallway and made enough room so she could enter onto the frayed carpet. Carefully, she pushed the front door up behind her, being sure not to click the lock into place.

Her nerves were cool as ice. Now was the time to do what she was most skillful at, most practiced at. Getting what she wanted by turning on her female charm. Using her strong sexual powers to hypnotise and mesmerise her victims until they were putty in her hands. She could handle this kid. He looked young, sure, but not so young he wouldn’t think with his dick.

“What are you doing here?” he asked again, roaming his attention over her leather outfit.

“What’s your name?” Kat strutted into the living room.

“Todd.” He followed, and she sensed his gaze on her rear.

“You know who I am Todd, don’t you?”

“Of course I know who you are. You get cars for Carlos.”

“Ahh, I see, so where have you seen me before, Todd?” She kept her voice smooth but loud enough to cover any noise John might make as he made his way up the staircase.

“I’ve seen you loads when you drop cars off. Like earlier when you brought the Merc.”

“You were there, tonight?”

Todd flattened his shoulders as if proud of what he was about to say. “I was in the BMW.”

“Are you old enough to drive?”

“I’ve got my provisional I’m eighteen, you know.” He huffed. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I need to talk to you.” She smiled and stepped closer.

“What about? Not Carlos? ‘Cause he’s not here.”

“Where is he?”

“Up the hospital. Had a run in with someone, wouldn’t say who, but he was in a bad way with his arm when I dropped him at the emergency room.”

Good, Carlos is out of the way.

“Todd, I don’t want to talk about Carlos. I want to talk about you.” She turned up her attack, stepped closer so he backed up against the wall.

“Why? W-w-w-what do you want to talk to me about?”

“Because,” she put her hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, “because, Todd, you have something I want.” She trailed her hand over his skinny chest.

His gaze followed her hand as it flowed over his non-existent abdominal muscles, reached his naval and finally came to a halt at the waistband of his jeans.

She hooked her finger over the fly button. “Do you know what I want?”

He said nothing.

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