Chapter 11: The Romp

“Yeah, we ended up lending Graham a hand,” Reese said, explaining to the person she’d called.

“Aww, that’s so kind of you,” Kayla gushed, still sounding tipsy.

“I guess. Okay, so Sherlock over here is trying to find Keever. I thought you might know where he went. Is he with you?” the swimmer asked, watching as Graham questioned Freddie, with Spencer and Nellie chiming in occasionally.

“Elliot? No, we’re trying to find–Cede!”

“Where the hell are you, Higbee?!” Mercedes demanded, snatching the phone away from her friend.

“Do I sound like him, Princess?” Reese shot back. She replied with a “Who do you think?” after Mercedes questioned her identity.

“Put that wandering fake detective on the phone!”

“Not if you can’t ask nicely for a rude, spoiled brat,” Reese declared.

“I invited you to my party, Kersey,” the jewelry heiress reminded, emphasizing the ‘my’ portion.

“Fine. Yo, Higbee, Marie wants a word before she’s taken to the guillotine,” the brown-haired Cowgirl announced, shaking her phone to catch his attention.

“Didn’t you find Elliot?” Graham asked instead. Sighing at the response, he walked over to take the phone, bracing for the expected explosion. “Hello.”

“What the hell, Higbee?! We’ve been calling everyone to find you. Get your butt over here. That creep stole Aunt Franny’s necklace: The Frost Diamond Necklace! And I need help keeping tabs on my suspects.”

“You should get over to the art studio instead,” Graham countered. “We discovered a huge clue–”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your Batwoman or Scooby-Doo investigation. We have a real–”

“I’m not talking about the mystery girl. Besides, that turned out to be Spencer. She helped us–”

“I don’t care! Get over here right this minute!” Mercedes’s scream caused Graham to pull the phone away from his ear while the others in the art studio winced or shook their heads.

“Dammit, shut up and listen to me,” the bookworm commanded, causing Bash’s eyes to bug out while the girls in the isolated building raised eyebrows. On the other end of the line, the redheaded heiress took a deep breath, ready to unleash her fury.

“Did you tell–”

“We found Freddie,” Graham revealed, stopping Mercedes in her tracks. Kayla could be heard asking what happened. “He was bound and gagged in the back room.”

“What? Did you find my stuff?”

“No. Someone attacked him and stole his costume…as I theorized previously. And before you ask, no, Freddie did not see the person. Whoever it was, they tased him. So if we can find the stun gun, then we should be–”

“A good portion of the security guards around here carry them, Higbee. The thief could’ve stolen one from one of the gates or the monitor room,” Mercedes explained, dousing that spark of an idea. “Drop your magnifying glass and get over here. I need to either talk to my dad or find Keever. I’ll ask the front gate detail and see if they saw him. Meanwhile, I’ll leave Brielle over by the veranda. She can–”

“Why me?” the buxom blonde interrupted.

“Do I have to ask politely first?” the redhead asked, throwing up her hands.

“Listen, Raddatz, I have a group of people with me. We need to search the area for additional signs of–” Graham tried to explain.

“Hang on. Who’s with you?” the constant interrupter queried. “Are Bash and Ryle?”

“Yes, Bash is, as is Spencer, Reese, and Nellie.”

“You have Lampley with you? Why, that’s just great. Way to spread my business all around–”

“Cede, be nice. Nellie is clearly trying to help,” Kayla admonished.

“Probably not,” Brielle muttered.

“Fine!” Mercedes exclaimed, clenching her hands. “Alright, bring everyone with you. Bree will be waiting for you. My suspects don’t appear to have been released from the ballroom yet. However, you’ll likely need to watch two or three doors for them,” the party hostess explained. “You're to keep tabs on a Vampire Queen, an Angel, and I guess a woman in a Roman Concubine outfit. Whatever that means.”

“Would you listen for once, Mercedes? The stun gun could be significant. The thief might still have it on them to use for an escape,” Graham stressed.

“Or there could be two thieves. Yeah, I know. Elliot already suggested that the timing of the two robberies might be cutting it too close,” the ginger-haired Marie Antoinette said dismissively.

“Two thieves? I didn’t hear that. When did Elliot–” Graham attempted to ask.

“We’ll worry about that later. Now, get your butts back here, while we search for Keever,” Mercedes said for the last time.

“Wait, there might be a second person in an Iron Man costume,” Graham revealed before realizing that the bossy rich girl had already hung up.

“A second thief?” Spencer repeated.

“And they stole some super expensive necklace, huh?” Reese questioned, since most of them could overhear Mercedes ranting.

"This is why I prefer to stay home," the bookworm muttered. Then, realizing that he needed to issue instructions, Graham added, "Bash, you'd better help Freddie. He'll need to come with us."

“What about Quirke?” the running back inquired of his hanging teammate.

“Ah, he’ll be fine up there for now,” Graham said, shrugging. “Our queen did order us to rush over there.”

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“Silly me.”

Elliot’s heart dropped as Holland swung to the right, cleared his body, and landed with her feet on the hardwood floor. Worried that the pretty personal assistant had changed her mind, the high school senior watched with trepidation while Miss Bishop turned her body sideways toward him. Checking on her shoulder-length red wig, she locked eyes with the young man. Only a smirk reassured Elliot before the twenty-three-year-old began to sway her body.

The teen watched the busty babe bring her hands down to the sides of her lacy, purple panties. With a slight turn, Holland put more of her firm, curvy ass on display for her soon-to-be lover. Youthfulness and constant hard work in the gym kept those globes in tip-top shape. Even though Elliot didn’t have many tushes to compare Miss Bishop to, he knew she had a killer ass.

Sliding a pair of fingers under the band on each side, she danced to an unheard tune. The image of a stripper performing on stage hit Elliot as Holland shimmied the lacy purple garment incrementally down her hips and her remarkable rump. Catching Elliot’s laser-like focus, Holland smirked mischievously as his eyes never left her fabulous ass.

“Like what you see?” Holland asked, flicking the panties over his body so that they landed on the edge of the king-sized mattress past his shoulder.

“Y-Ye-Yeah,” Elliot stammered, his eyes zeroing in on her shaved pussy.

“I’ll bet you’ll like this better,” Holland teased.

Knowing she had Elliot’s full attention, the brunette-turned-redhead ran her hands up over her big, bra-enclosed tits. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped the lacy, purple garment. The playful PA thrust her chest out, nearly letting the bra fall off her large rack, before she squeezed both arms inward to hold the satiny fabric in place. The result also created a more pronounced cleavage that caused Elliot’s to widen before increasing to near cartoonish levels when Holland let the bra drop, leading her tits to pop into view.

“Ooh, looks like I predicted that one,” Miss Bishop said, laughing. To further toy with the high school senior, she reached up to cup her breasts, widening her fingers to create multiple peekaboos of the tit flesh.

Ohmigawd! They’re fucking amazing! Elliot screamed in his head. He’d never seen a pair of tits that big in person before. Haylee hadn’t been a slouch with her 34Cs, but these were a full cup size larger. His insane level of arousal wasn’t helped by the way the formerly well-mannered assistant made them bounce with her palms underneath. The rippling flesh proved nearly hypnotic, with those dancing nipples calling out to him, practically begging to be suckled.

They were perfect. Massive. And they looked so spectacularly soft.

Loving the hunger in Elliot’s eyes, Holland placed a knee on the mattress, then hopped onto it to crawl into place again. Once again straddling his thighs, she knee-walked the final steps until her harbor hovered over his tower.

“I know we only met like five hours ago, but it’s not polite to lay wood to a lady without a kiss first, isn’t it?” Holland queried, continuing to tease the young, semi-inexperienced man.

“Uh, right,” Elliot responded, trying to crane his neck up to meet hers.

“Kiss me,” the PA directed again, leaning forward.

Following orders, Elliot felt his cock brush against her stomach as their lips parted. Taking charge, Holland wasted no time in hungrily attacking his tongue. At first, the kiss was all hers, but eventually, Elliot responded. His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing with hers. The two made out in a hot, passion-filled kiss for a few minutes, each second growing more intense. Only after some internal timer went off did the mystery-solving cartoon character back off.

“Let’s get this party started,” the playful personal assistant announced after she positioned the rock-hard dick into the proper position.

Immediately, Holland gulped for a deep breath as the cockhead pierced her lower lips. A shudder raced through her body as Elliot’s elongated member began to spread her open as she lowered herself down. Absolutely soaking, Holland’s greedy pussy offered little resistance as it gobbled up every inch that he offered. With electricity crackling inside her, Miss Bishop let out a breathy moan upon feeling the big cock reach regions never explored before.

“Jeepers!” the young woman squealed. Not moving a muscle, she let her pussy stretch to accommodate his girth.

After going blank for the initial entry, Elliot shook his head, not believing that Holland had stayed in character to deliver one of Daphne’s famous sayings. Despite having only met the beautiful woman a few hours ago, this whole situation felt like a dream come true. Don’t fuck this up, man. Don’t fuck it up. If I do a good job, maybe she’ll want to do more. Whoa! What if she wants to date after tonight?

After having his heart broken nearly six months ago, the desperate romantic swiftly tossed aside any impediments to a sexy, professional woman dating a guy five years younger, especially one still in his senior year. Even if he had gone through the list of why-nots, Holland’s next move would’ve wiped them clear in a flash.

The ringmistress of this circus, Holland, reached down to deftly grab her young lover’s wrists. Even if he wanted to react, Elliot never had the time before she yanked them up to slap against her ample bosom. The seductress used her strength to keep his fingers open and palms against the center of her mounds, with nipples poking his skin. Then, she used her fingers to squeeze his hand, making him dig into her soft, succulent tits.

"Wha…whoa,” Elliot sounded, completely caught off guard by the incredible feeling.

Despite being overwhelmed, Elliot's autopilot roared to life, causing him to take the lead while grasping the beauty's breasts. The hungry cub letting out his animal side brought loud moans from Holland. A cause-and-effect cycle kicked in as Miss Bishop's moans led Elliot's hands to maul those magnificent mounds, eliciting louder reactions from her. While he focused on those glorious globes, Elliot sensed the moment Holland needed him to switch over and start tweaking the tops of her windmills. The peaks turned perkier when he rolled the tips between his thumbs and forefingers.

Spurred on by the sensation, Holland shifted on his joystick to dangle her diamond cutters over his face. Incredibly turned, Elliot latched onto the offered nipple without a thought. Only after several fierce sucks did the young man let his mouth open to extend his tongue across the sensual skin of her breast.

“Fuck yeah!” Holland cried.

Pressing her ample D-cup further against his face, she forced as much of her tit into his mouth as he could manage. Stuffed full of her nipple, his lips formed a tight seal around her areola before falling back to toy, circle, and pleasure it with his tongue. Then, he moved in again to form another seal around her hard nipple, creating such a vigorous tugging that it made Holland squirm.

"Shit, kid," the professional assistant said, sighing slightly. “You’ve got some natural skills or some lucky girlfriends at your school. You know exactly what I need after an adrenaline-rushing Halloween.”

Staring lustfully at the guy below her, Holland decided to finally start fucking Elliot. Reaching up to grab her red wig, the fake Daphne purred lustfully as she rose herself off the iron rod before slamming down. Loving the burst of pleasure she felt from his marvelous manhood, Holland impaled herself repeatedly at a slow, steady pace.

After dating a cheerleader for his only serious relationship, Elliot briefly wondered about Miss Bishop’s past. Had she also been a cheerleader or a gymnast? The personal assistant definitely showed off more than office skills. With her hand still clutching her wig, Holland showed agility, flexibility, and stamina as she bounced repeatedly.

As if sensing Elliot had finished his appraisal, Holland turned it up another notch. At this level, she placed her hands on his chest before going to town while riding her bucking bronco that needed breaking. Catching the way his eyes magnetically followed her rambling tits, Holland shot him a naughty smirk before adding a slight side shake to her ride that sent them swaying a bit.

After locking eyes with Elliot, the cartoon hoaxbuster turned horny harlot slammed her pussy back down on Halloween party favor. With no words between them, whether requests, demands, endearments, or dirty talk, Holland launched into a series of four- to eight-inch tower climbs before rappelling down on the colossal cock. Never breaking eye contact, the only sounds that came were animalistic grunts, groans, and skin-slapping as the two recent acquaintances fucked Halloween night away like a succubus meeting an incubus.

Having lain there in mostly shock since releasing her tits, Elliot finally brought his hands up to grip Holland's hips. With that, they began to move in rhythm together. Higher-pitched moans joined the chorus parade once the young man started thrusting up to meet his young woman's downward movements.

Riding the thick shaft for all she was worth, Miss Bishop moaned and groaned while bouncing harder and faster. Whatever plans she’d had for tonight, the cherry on top had left her succumbing to her basest desires, and now she found herself having incredible sex with Mercedes’s detective classmate of all people.

“My hairdo!” Holland yelled, sounding once again like Daphne Blake when her wig finally fell off due to the strenuous sex. A few strands of her tied brown locks came loose.

Laughing, Elliot’s expression tensed as he felt a tingle in his balls. Sensing the potential launch of his rocket on the launch pad, Holland surprised the young man by pulling herself off of him. Holding up a finger, as if to say wait, she scrambled across the room to where he'd discarded his costume.

“Let’s prolong this, but also turn it a little kinkier. And I know just the way to serve at your pleasure, sir,” Miss Bishop said, sounding like how she often talked to Mr. Raddatz while she collected several items.

Elliot didn’t recognize the bandage strips covering his head and neck until Holland started tying one to the bedpost above his left side. Winking at the high school student, the once-again brunette began to explain what she had in mind while gently taking his left hand to move it above his body on the bed.

“I’ll take a stab in the dark and assume that your girlfriends never tied you up or vice versa, right?”

“Um, right,” Elliot confirmed. However, his uneasiness could be heard in his voice and his slightly wilting dick.

“Don’t worry. I’ll start small with only your hands. Maybe you can try the whole shebang, including a blindfold, with Mercedes someday. I can see her wanting control or to be controlled in the bedroom,” Holland speculated while tying his right wrist to the bedpost.

“Uh, this isn’t going to hurt, will it?” Elliot queried, unsure of what Miss Bishop planned. He certainly hoped she didn’t plan to whip or slap him.

“Aww, don’t be frightened, buddy. Buck up and be tough,” Holland ordered, giggling as she threw a pillow at his head.

Unfortunately for Elliot, the pillow landed across his face and slid down to the left side of his neck. Unable to see, the young man could only deal with his temporary blindness when Holland revealed that she needed to freshen up a little in the bathroom.

Lying there, Elliot heard a faucet turn on. For nearly four minutes, water ran until it ceased, bringing Holland back to the bed. Giggling again, she apologized before pulling the pillow away. The concerned high school student breathed a sigh of relief to see that she hadn’t pulled out any dominatrix toys.

“Whoops, sorry about that, hun. I didn’t notice you had a face full…Hmm, what a splendid idea! Okay, young buck, let’s see what other skills you've got,” Miss Bishop announced, crawling over Elliot, but facing the wrong direction. “Consider this a test.”

Oh, shit! She wants me to lick her pussy, Elliot fretted, having only had limited experience with this type of oral sex with Haylee.

With the test directly in his face, Elliot noticed a floral scent. Confused, the high school senior eventually guessed that it might be the body wash she had used. Then, he began his explorations. Extending his tongue, he took one long lick from the bottom of her pussy lips to the top. Having done some internet research early in his dating days, Elliot knew enough to flick her engorged clit.

“Lick my pussy, Elliot. Show me that you’re a real man,” Holland encouraged, causing him to take several more licks and flicks.

Deciding Miss Bishop tasted slightly better than Haylee, Elliot tried to place what sweet taste it reminded him of, then gave up and declared it perfection. Wanting to pass Holland’s test with flying colors, the nerve-wracked young man failed, yet it drove him forward.

Using his tongue like a paintbrush, Elliot parted her lips before trying to repeat everything he could remember from those internet tips. Fortunately, Holland’s moans meant that his tongue poking, prodding, licking, and sucking did something right. After a short period, he settled into a rhythm of stroking her nether regions with his tongue before flicking her clit quickly. Miss Bishop’s whole body flinched, which encouraged Elliot further.

Eventually, Elliot tried to be more daring by adding one finger, then two. Sucking on what he thought was her clit–the inexperienced lover couldn’t be sure of anything–the amateur sleuth searched for her G-spot. Maybe he found it, maybe he didn’t.

Unknown to Elliot, the whole night’s adventure, stress, and success had primed Holland to explode. Even the most inept lover could bring her off tonight. Fortunately for Elliot, he didn’t fall to that level. Seeking more variety, the high school student tried blowing into Miss Bishop’s needy kitty.

“Oh, shit, fuck, don’t stop! Oh, gawd…I’m so close…sooo yeeeesssss!” Holland shrieked.

To call the brunette’s orgasm a dam bursting might be an understatement. The initial flood didn’t cease for what seemed like forever to Elliot. Savoring the tasty experience, the young man lapped at the juice that kept leaking from what felt like a broken fountain. Despite probably not doing very much, the sense of power of causing such an intense orgasm felt exhilarating to the semi-rookie lover.

The pretty wild personal assistant wasted little time after a quick recovery, not with the steel cock staring up at her. Picking herself up, Miss Bishop slid over Elliot’s chest and stomach, leaving juice droppings behind. Then, she swiftly lined herself up with the shaft she intended to bring forth a geyser with. A playful wiggle of her ass teased the young man before she dropped down.

“Gawd, yes,” Holland said, sighing deliciously after mounting the cock reverse cowgirl-style. “There are so many groovy things to do with this dick, yet so little time.”

The brunette absolutely relished the feeling of Elliot's cock as it now slid easily and deeply in and out of her welcoming and tightly gripping pussy. Any stretchiness or need to accommodate the big member in her deepest regions no longer appeared necessary. Instead, the competent assistant showcased what she might do if she ever succumbed to her boss's seductions. Rolling her hips, she slammed up and down before arching her back while throwing her hands behind her to use the sides of Elliot for leverage.

Suddenly, she sprang the opposite way, launching forward to bounce faster while clutching Elliot's legs. From the high school senior's side, he could only sit transfixed by the view of his cock slicing in and out of Miss Bishop's pussy. Having never tried reverse cowgirl with his ex, Elliot had never experienced a vantage point like this. What sucked was his inability to reach out and grab Holland's hips to share the fun.

“Mmm, yes…ohhh...fuck...mmm...ohhh…yes, your cock,” the busty brunette moaned, savoring the sensation of the cock hitting her pleasure zones. One particular thrust down sent electric shocks tingling through her body, causing Holland to dig her nails into Elliot’s calves.

Without much to do since his hands were tied, Elliot tried talking dirty.

"You like that, don't you? You like the way I feel inside your pussy?" the young man questioned. “You want more of my cock, don’t you?”

“Need this…need big cock!

“You like that…ugh…You like that, enough to brag about it to Mercedes, Miss Bishop?” Elliot challenged, sensing she wanted him to fuck her boss’s bitch daughter someday.

“Harder. Put your power…into it,” Holland demanded, leaning forward further to slam back at an angle that Elliot found slightly uncomfortable.

Unable to properly answer, Elliot could only groan as her demand to fuck her harder went unheeded. Finally, as he merely continued to enjoy the view of dick entering and exiting her cunt, Miss Bishop appeared to realize the problem for the young man who couldn’t use his hands.

Bolting upright, Holland threw her hands behind her to brace herself on the sides of Elliot’s stomach again. With her chest thrust forward, the wanton woman rode the high school student faster and faster. Slamming down harder each time, Holland’s violent movements had Elliot wishing she could use his hands.

“Oh, gawd, baby, you feel so good inside me!" the busty brunette gasped, turning to look seductively over her shoulder for a few seconds.

“Show me how much you want my dick inside you,” Elliot challenged, noticing how the bedpost creaked from exertion but not the solid frame.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Holland breathed in a raspy voice.

“Is this the way you secretly fuck your boss?”

The glare sent over her shoulder showed that Miss Bishop didn’t appreciate the insinuation one bit. Apologetic for touching a nerve, the nice young man wanted to say sorry. However, the apparent insult sent the PA’s body into a frenzy, thus making it a struggle for Elliot to speak between his deep pants.

“Hard–er! Fuck…your…slut harder!” Holland bellowed, spurring Elliot to pierce her pussy with all the power he could muster. “Oh…shit…”

Whatever the bouncing brunette attempted to say got interrupted by the blissful ecstasy of a silent shriek that wracked her body as an incredible orgasm erupted. Watching the writhing woman’s body arc, along with her thrown-back head, Elliot exploded inside his first older lover with a roar.

Collapsing onto Elliot’s legs, Holland panted while taking several minutes to regain her composure. Already on his back, the young man felt exhausted after having the most mind-blowing sex of his life. With his eyes closed, he only slightly noticed Miss Bishop crawl forward.

Even his lover touching his right foot didn’t quite register at first. Only when she lifted it to slip a noose from another bandage did he raise his head.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Elliot questioned.

Without an answer, and with the now stone-faced Miss Bishop reaching for his left foot, Elliot had enough sense to yank his leg away from the suddenly unsettling personal assistant. She made a second attempt to grab his foot, but stood up after Elliot kept it away from her.

“Whatever. Three limbs should suffice.”

“What are you talking about?” Elliot questioned.

“Boy, you totally bought the damsel in distress nonsense, didn’t you?” Holland sneered. “Oh, no, it’s Danger Prone Daphne falling into me.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

"I've encountered your kind before, you know, had a couple of run-ins with junior high or high school detectives. I will readily admit that they often see sides of a crime that the cops don't. Mrs. Ashmore was likely right about those meddlers who got her jewelry back, but she's definitely wrong about you. And so was I," Miss Bishop admitted, pulling her pantyhose back up again. “I thought you caught me in the act, so I had to work quickly.”

“How were you…wait, how did you know that Mercedes hired–”

“I’m not only a pretty face, buddy. I’m a professional who needs to be wary of everyone, including young meddlers like you,” Holland continued while fixing her skirt. “Yet, I gave you far too much credit. You’re not like those Gotcha Gems or the Crookcuffers. No, you straight-up saw me in the ballroom, yet it never clicked, did it?”

“I don’t understand,” Elliot responded, but a sinking feeling had started to form in his stomach.

The inexperienced detective/mystery lover watched as the topless brunette walked over to the armchair. She picked up his smoking jacket and slid her hand into the left pocket. Elliot couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped from his lips when she pulled out the Frost Diamond Necklace.

“You see, I thought you saw me slip this into the secret compartment that I had placed in those witch statues that I ordered for the party. Working as Raddatz’s personal assistant had its perks. One was helping plan tonight. I had intended to steal a few things here and there and hide them, but circumstances changed, and I had to go after a bigger piece.”

“You stole the necklace?”

“I sure did. You even saw me, but didn’t realize it. However, I didn’t know that. So I couldn’t leave it in the compartment. Nor could I risk it being on me if you told Raddatz or Fleeman. That left slipping it into your pocket once I heard Raddatz ask you to lead Horne and Ashmore outside,” Holland recounted. “Then, I thought you went to tell the security at the front gate. It took forever to find you outside, and I thought I’d missed you.”

“No, no way. You can’t be the Seeper,” Elliot said, shaking his head.

“Bingo on that one, buddy,” Holland said, slipping her dress over her head. “Unfortunately, months of planning were ruined by that fucking letter. Oh, if I ever find that Seeper, I’m going to ruin his every theft attempt.”

“Wait, you’re a thief, but not the Seeper?”

“Wow, you need to pick up a lot of experience with crimes and in bed,” Holland remarked. “I had planned to hit that vault someday. That was until that damn letter raised alarms around here. Still, besides this necklace, I have records of who bought every piece of jewelry from R&P. With those leads, I’ll have years of targets to fall back on when I’m not lifting from others.”

“They’ll catch you, now that everyone knows what you look like,” Elliot warned, hoping she’d turn herself in.

“Not to brag, but I’m a master of disguise. I crash the same high-society parties, and they never catch on. Honestly, I have to be that good, since these girls shot down any notion of being a sneak cat burglar,” the brunette said, upping her large breasts.

Stunned, Elliot watched her walk around the bed to his right side.

“Wait, how did you rob Mercedes in time to get back here?”

“Huh? I didn’t…wait, somebody robbed the brat? Oh, that’s classic, but it wasn’t me,” the diamond thief chuckled, picking up her purple panties from the mattress. “You might not believe me, but I only planned to steal from the Raddatzes’ vault. I only go after prime pieces. Still, I’ll slum it a bit with some of the info I got from the company records.”

“So, you’re not the Seeper and don’t know who is?” Elliot asked, grasping at straws, suddenly worried about his safety.

“Nope, but he’s hit a few targets at parties that I attended lately. So, this creep might have a connection to here,” Holland said, shrugging. “Now, these walls and doors are thick, but I’m still going to have to keep you quiet.”

“Holland, wait–”

The jewel thief cut off the young investigator’s argument by stuffing her panties into his mouth. Not a killer, she made sure that it didn’t go down far enough to suffocate him. She merely needed to buy some time to enact her escape plan.

“C’mon, kid, you should know by now that Holland isn’t my real name,” the thief remarked, shaking her head. Returning to the other side of the bed, she picked up her lacy, purple bra. “Since we don’t want this room disturbed, let’s see if the guards leave it be with an old college prop on the doorknob.”

Slipping the necklace into her dress, the thief left the room, twirling her bra.