In to the city.

Jake headed out into the big, wide world.

I left the shower and towelled myself off, changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I couldn’t waste my time today, and honestly, I looked forward to having some fun with my powers away from home.

I headed downstairs and out of the front door. I didn’t really have a plan for a location, but I knew that downtown would be my best option. I headed towards the train station, jumping on the first train into the city that arrived.

I took my seat, looking around the carriage before settling on staring out of the window.

My journey was bland an uneventful, with the train carriage being mostly empty save for a few old ladies that got on at the stop after the one that I did. As the train got close to my destination I stood, waiting impatiently for it to arrive and the train doors to open.

Stepping off of the train, I was immediately surround by people on all sides. The city could be a busy place at this time of day, and I glanced surreptitiously around, trying to spot a coffee shop, as my senses were assaulted by the hustle and bustle of the central train station.

Nearby, I noticed a sign next to a small glass fronted shopfront, ‘Joe’s Nook’ it stated in fancy text. The smell of coffee wafted out of its open doorway and I headed inside quickly.

The shop’s layout was a simple one, with black circular tables dotted around the shopfloor that each had four black metal chairs spaced evenly around them. In the corner, a set of two deep brown leather settees sat facing each other in an alcove, with a small coffee table between them.

Patrons sat all around, and I headed towards the counter where two baristas were serving their thirsty clientele.

The baristas, one called Kirsty, as I could see from the black text on her gold nametag, and one called Tiff, both looked harried as they moved around their confined workspace.

I joined the queue, taking advantage of how busy they were to have a good look at them. Kirsty was a chubby, fair skinned goth girl, as could be inferred by the dark lipstick that coated her full lips. Her hourglass figure was enclosed tightly in the black company polo shirt, defining her large breasts and juicy ass. Even though she was slightly overweight, she clearly worked out, and her physique, with its enticing curves, demanded my attention. Tiff on the other hand, was a pale skinned redhead with a much skinnier figure. Her polo shirt, much smaller than Kirsty’s, clung tightly to a well-toned stomach and, proud, firm D cups.

My dick was doing my thinking once again, I had to mentally shake myself to keep my mind on the matter at hand. The queue moved forward and I took a step closer to the counter. Looking around the room I could see the usual office types milling about, muscled Chads encased in snug tailor-made business attire and office Stacys grabbing their venti-mocha-choca-lattes before a long day on their knees servicing their bosses.

Looking back to the girls behind the counter I decided that there was no way in Hell that I was going to steal from their till or tips jar. Instead, I turned my eyes back to the pompous yuppies that served as their clientele. They had money, and I would feel no guilt in separating some of them from their not so hard-earned cash.

The person in front of me grabbed their coffee and turned away, not even thanking the rushed staff for their drink, and barged past me to take a seat at a table filled with similar men in suits.

“Can I take your order?” Tiff piped in a cheery tone, not letting the busy situation ruin her excellent customer service.

“Can I have a large latte to go please?” I replied.

“Yes sir, that’ll be $4.15,” she extended her hand for the money.

“Keep the change,” I smiled, giving her a ten dollar note from my wallet.

“Thank you,” she beamed at me, and then hurried off to prepare my coffee.

Within moments she returned with a large to-go cup, passing it over the counter.

“Have a nice day sir!” she called to me.

“You too,” I smiled, turning towards the bathroom at the right of the counter.

Heading inside, stalls lined one wall with urinals on the other, a bank of sinks sat between them on the far wall. I entered a cubicle, placing my coffee on the cistern of the toilet and thinking carefully about my next move.

I quickly stripped, making the decision to drape my pants over the seat so that they sat snuggly in my now empty shoes, creating a scarecrow of sorts that could be seen through the gap underneath the stall’s door.

I peaked under the gap, checking each stall and the open expanse of the bathroom to make sure that I was still alone in the room. Satisfied that I could see no one else’s feet I activated my powers and slipped out of my cubicle. Very carefully, I used my thumbnail to turn the safety lock on the outside of my cubicle’s door, locking my belongings inside.

I headed cautiously towards the door that led to the busy shop, wary that if anyone rushed in, they would walk smack bang into my invisible form.

Luckily nobody got in my way, and I was able to open the door without anyone glancing up from their coffees or phones to see the mysterious act. I was acting impulsively, I know, but my brain was working at a mile a minute as I entered the room and snuck into an unused corner.

Taking a moment to collect myself I looked around the room, eyeing up the man that walked into me so callously earlier. He and his smug friends sat around a table with self-satisfied grins, their phones in their hands as they chatted amongst themselves.

I took an indirect route towards their table, dodging the crowd around the till as I approached them.

I had to think. What could I do? How could I take something from them without them noticing? Then the thought struck me, distraction. I could do something that would take their attention, and, when their eyes were focused elsewhere, I could act.

But act on what? I looked around their table, and cautiously, I approached the rude man who had barged into me earlier. His wallet was in the right-hand pocket of his suit jacket, and, I saw as I craned my neck, it was stuffed with bills.

I decided the time was right, I knocked the coffee of the man seated across from him, watching it tip all over his lap. The rude man laughed as his friend flailed around, the hot coffee seeping into the fabric of his shiny blue suit pants.

I crouched down beside my target, dipping my hand carefully into his pocket and extracting his wallet. I clamped it underneath my armpit, checking to see if it was visible and being satisfied that it wasn’t.

I snuck back towards the bathroom, taking a route that avoided almost every jostling customer that packed the till area. Satisfied that I had remained unseen, I watched as the man with the crotch full of coffee hopped up and headed towards the restrooms.

As he reached the door I stepped in behind him, letting the door shut behind me as I followed him in.

He rushed to a cubicle, holding his legs apart like a cowboy that had been in the saddle for too long. I had to stifle a chuckle. I couldn’t be discovered now.

As the cubicle door slammed shut behind him, I stepped towards the one that I had left my clothes in. I used my thumbnail to open the lock, listening to humorous swearing emanating from the cubicle at the far end of the room.

I carefully opened the door, making sure to make as little noise as possible as I entered, locking it behind me. My clothes were as I left them, still creating the illusion of occupancy. I made the decision to keep my power active, and instead focused on the reassuring weight of the wallet that sat securely in my armpit.

I grabbed it and flicked through it. Driver’s licence, a condom, and three different credit cards sat in the leather card pocket. $1000 dollars in bills, all hundreds, filled the centre of the wallet. Jackpot. I fished the bills out and placed them in the pockets of my pants that were draped over the porcelain of the toilet. Satisfied that I had taken what I wanted, I lifted my coffee off of the cistern and carefully opened it. I heard a small splash as the wallet dropped into the water, smiling to myself that the pompous prick would have to cancel all of his cards.

The man in the cubicle came out still swearing. I looked underneath the door, seeing his socks and bare legs as he headed towards the sinks. I stood patiently for ten minutes, watching the man clean his pants as best he could and use the hand dryer to dry the fabric.

When he had finished, he headed back into the cubicle, dressed, and left the bathroom with a final slam of the door.

I dressed myself hurriedly, deactivating my power when I had gotten my last shoe on. The theft had been too risky for my own tastes, and I mulled over my options for my next heist as I exited the bathroom.

The men from the table had all left, leaving a mess of cups and spilled coffee but still no tip. I felt the reassuring weight of my newfound wealth in my pocket and decided to do what they were not courteous enough to do themselves. I headed towards the now quieter counter, the morning rush having now passed, and smiled at both tiff and Kirsty as I dropped a $100 bill into their tip jar.

They both looked astonished, and Tiff, taking the initiative, grinned excitedly at me.

“Thank you so much sir!” she said.

I smiled in reply and headed towards the door.

I heard, behind me, a reasonably loud shout.

“Sir, you forgot something!”

It was Tiff again, with a red-faced Kirsty stood behind her. I headed back to the counter.

“Did I?” I enquired.

“Our numbers,” Tiff chuckled, seeing the astonishment on my face.

She passed a hastily scrawled set of two phone numbers over to me on the back of a receipt, all the while Kirsty, clearly embarrassed, hid behind her.

“Have a nice day, sir,” they both chimed.

“Oh, I am,” I grinned back at them both, and then I headed out of the door.