He doesn't notice

You quickly grab the clerk's hand and shift his attention back to you. You press your large breasts together, nestling the pednant between them. "What do you say? Does it fit me?" You ask, putting on your best puupy eyes. You wanted to vomit, but it was the best course of action.

The old man was frozen for a moment, his eyes glued to your cleavage. He stumbled, trying to find his words. He swallowed his spit, certainly surprised by a young woman acting so presumtiously towards him.

"Oh yes, I think that look, uh, lovely on you." He says. Max was already in the back, hopefully raiding all his coffers.

"Are you sure?" You replied. "I don't know, I think the gd blends in too much. Do you have something that grabs more attention?" God.

The man smiled, turning back. He grabbed another, much larger medallion and handed it to you. "I think this one would really make your... eyes pop." He added with a chuckle.

This kept on going for several minutes, the old man certainly enjoying the flirty nature of it all. He was getting more and more touchy, and you had to hold yourself from punching him in the face. After what felt like hours, he seemed more confident in his suggestions.

"How about we take this to the back?"

Just then, behind the man you caught glimpse of Max leaving the backroom. His hoodie seemed stuffed with jewlery, and he even held a bag he found with even more loot. He motioned you over to leave.

"Well, I don't think my hubby will really like that." You said, taking off the necklace. "You make costum jewlry right? Ill call you tomorrow with some special requests okay?" You said with a smile. "And next time, I'll come alone." You added with a wink, brusbing your hand over his chest before walking away. The old man watched with a smirk, nodding as you both left, entirely unaware of you giant heist.

***

"Dude, holy shit!" You exclaimed in amazement as Max dropped your haul on the sofa in the safe house. You were both smart enough to know not to come to one of your houses. On the couch was a giant pile of jewlry of all kinds, gold earings, diamond rings, gems, special metals, an unending supply. Your eyes were practically buldging out at the sight. You jumped in excitment, hugging Max's taller form. You didn't even notice how much you were acting fittingly for your feminine body. You didnt even notice his hand on your ass.

"Dude we're fucking millionares!" You exclaimed.

"Not yet." He replied. We still have to pawn these. That might also be a problem."

You pulled away fron the hug, nodding. "You're right. IBesides, he probably realized what had happened by now. He knows our faces, at least, these skins faces. We better remove them."

Max agreed. "We should probably get some mules. We don't want to get too much attention."

You nodded, then another idea came to your mind. "What if instead of paying for mules and sharing this money, we buy more skins and be our own mules? That way we can also have more suits if we ever want to make another heist again."

"That's actually a really smart idea." Max commented, removing the last of the jewlry from his pockets. "You're on fire today n*gga, I must admit. First the couple gambit, then this."

You smirked, feeling satisfied with yourself.

"Thanks. Now, let's take off these skins."

"Actually, hold that thought." Max said with a michevious grin. You raised your eyebrow, before suddenly you felt his arms grab you. He pulled you closer, holding you in his arms. You felt the blood rushing to your face. "I think we should celebrate first."

Before you could react, Max pulled you in for a kiss.