Absolutely not

He ignored my plea. "There's a burner phone in the bag. Don't call unless you really need to. The Doc is a busy man. There's a rubber bulb that helps remove waste through your tail. It goes here," he said, pointing to a minuscule hole a few inches below my belly button. He opened the limo door for me. "You have seven days to return my property to the museum. Any longer and you can say goodbye to your freedom permanently. Now get out."

It had taken me months to plan the first robbery, and security would be improved now. But I knew better than to argue. I stepped unsteadily out into the morning light, mentally numb and trapped in high heels. "Mind your tail," Belli said with a snort. I pulled it dejectedly out of the car so he could slam the door, drawing the attention of the early morning passerby to me. Great. I turned to the limo as Belli cracked the window.

"You look down, Ms. Belle. Here's a little motivation for the walk home."

The window was rolled up before I could beg him not to. I knew what was coming even before the evil toys began buzzing merrily away at my most sensitive parts. The limo pulled away, leaving me there squirming on the sidewalk. That walk home was the most humiliating experience of my life, up to that point. People who I was to ashamed to make eye contact with took pictures of me with their phones. Men whistled. Women gave dirty looks. But the worst thing, I'm sad to say, is that the infernally buzzing toys repeatedly brought me to the edge of orgasm and stopped. I was horny, humiliated, and stuck. Belli had me right where he wanted me.