He'd seen her earlier he couldn't help it. Two glasses of bubbly later, he noticed her rounding a statue of Cupid. And by the time the clock struck twelve, it would be his. Now it rested just two floors up and three rooms over. It was part of a display entitled "Jewels of Bavaria" and had been featured in a special showing earlier in the day. He was after the "Vale of Tears", a necklace comprised of three blood-red rubies, so perfect and dark that they were almost black in color. He was a jewel thief and one of the best, if not the best. No flesh and blood woman his quarry was much more substantive, at least in his mind. He lounged in a corner and thought about the latest object of his affections. The trick was to be seen without being conspicuous. A quartet played in the corner, a saucy Latin number. There was a lavish buffet set up in the main room with an abstract ice sculpture in the middle. ![]() He'd have much preferred something smaller and more isolated. Nymphenburg Castle, situated right in the heart of Munich, would not have been his first choice. Tonight's little gathering of 300 or so guests to ring in the new millennium was the brainchild of Bavaria's Minister of Economic Development. Former Bavarian rulers had spared no expense. The heavy Baroque ornamentation leered back at him from every corner. Most of the rooms, as well as the east and west wings, had been cordoned off for the gala but they held only passing interest for him, anyway. ![]() The forged document was perfect, as he knew it would be he'd paid enough for it.Ī nab of a champagne-filled flute from a passing waiter and then a leisurely stroll through the foyer to the Great Hall. The man inclined his head and motioned him to enter. Now the barren trees shook and rattled in the cold wind above him and the flowers lay dormant, waiting for Persephone's sweet smile.Īt the door, he handed his invitation to a burly, craggy-faced footman. In the spring, the gardens around the castle rivaled those at Versailles. He strolled up the long drive, past the precision-trimmed hedges and the frozen pond with its fountain, turned off during the long winter months. Now he was older and couldn't give two cents what the press wrote about him. It sounded girlish to him, but no one had asked his opinion. Some half-wit journalist had tagged him with the moniker early in his career, and to his dismay, it had stuck. He was known as "Midnight", jewel thief extraordinaire. He slid back the cuff of his black tuxedo and looked at the Bulova on his wrist time to get moving. The guests would be ringing in the new millennium in stately grace and impeccable decorum. Nymphenburg Castle was bathed in muted light, from outside as well as within. He smiled to himself the perfect night for a heist. A soft blanket of new snow covered the ground and helped to muffle footsteps. The clouds, thick and stagnant, shrouded the moon's glow and lent the night an air of mystery. Suspense Sex Story: Midnight, the jewel thief goes to steal the 'Vale of Tears'.Ĭaution: This Suspense Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Oral Sexīlending in with the shadows of a tall spruce tree as if born from their substance, he observed the building across the street and the dwindling line of guests entering.
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