-Ok, I grab the diamond and the alarm is activated. Three seconds to cross the room and jump through the window before it closes. Ten more seconds to reach the motorbike. Do they have guns? It doesn't matter, I'll leave them behind.

Carmen used to plan all the robberys in detail but there is always stuff that cannot be foreseen. For example, the main gate's guard was supposed to be in his place but that day seemed to have some stomachic problem and was doing constant trips to the bathroom. As a consequence, Carmen had lost more than half an hour and the road was going to have less traffic than the expected. Therefor, if someone chased her by car, it would be easier for them as they weren't going to have to dodge as many cars as she had planned.

So, as she didn't want to lose more time, instead of securing the window, she was going to place a very dangerous bet. Not an issue at all as she loved the thrill, but, in general, she was more reflexive. If the window closed too quickly she could always exit through the main gate, trying to not be noticed by all the guards the alarm was going to attract. In case someone saw her, she still could fight her way out thanks to all that Karate and Aikido her father had compeled her to study. The bike was below the window, though, so it was her first option.

“The eye of the storm”, a diamond the size of a golf ball stolen from Burma during WWII, now in the hands of a murdering psychopath and businessman. Cops and judges couldn't find any illegal activity but Carmen, and whoever that wasn't bribed, could.

Carmen took the diamond from the showcase so a laser followed its natural course and reached the sensor, triggering the alarm. Four strides to the window. She jumped without hesitation. Fortunately, beside the window there was a pipeline that went down to the ground. She ran towards the bike. A few seconds were needed to put on the leather jacket and the helmet. The black latex catsuit was thick but not thick enough for a motorbike trip by night at full speed.

The noisy alarm apparently had an advantage. The guards didn't seem to have heard the bike as no one was following.

-What a pity. I was hoping my trip to the hotel would be more exciting.



Carmen left the bike in the hotel's parking. Inside the elevator there was already a family, a couple with two young boys. The boys and the man seemed really interested on Carmen's ass, clad in tight latex. The woman was more interested on his husband's reactions.

Carmen got in her bedrrom and locked the door. She quickly took off her helmet, her thick leather jacket and her mid calf, low heeled leather boots with metal toecap. She laid down on the bed and stretched her sore muscles after half an hour riding a powerful motorbike at high speed.

She unfastened the strap the catsuit had around her neck. Then she oppened the zipper down to her waist. Next came the black latex hood with holes for eyes, nose and mouth. She cleaned her sweaty face with the bed's sheet. Then she took off the catsuit enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets on her skin and the carpet on her feet. Finally she took out the still vibrating dildo from her vagina, and turned it off.

She needed a long overdue shower, a long overdue orgasm and a long overdue sleep. Before the shower she opened the jacket's pocket and took a last look to her loot.

-Well, hello, you beautiful motherfucker.

She put the diamond inside the pocket and closed the zipper. Her vagina was asking for something and the rest of her body also had some specific needs.



She was supposed to arrive home near midday but she was so tired that the alarm clock's efforts were futile. Instead she arrived home by dinner time. She ate whatever was left in the fridge and turned on her laptop. Her boss on the magazine was expecting her story. She changed her jeans and shirt for a comfortable short t-shirt and some old panties. She worked as a freelance journalist and analyst for several publications and websites specialized on art. One of her usual tasks was to visit exhibitions and museums all around the country and explain to the readers whatever impression she had had. She had told him that the story was already writen, but she had distrated herself with certain illegal activities, so the article wasn't yet finished.

She thought she heard something in the living room but her bedroom's door was thick and she wasn't sure. She saved the file and lowered the laptop's screen.

-Hello?

The living room and the corridor were empty and all the lights were shut down, but she was sure she had heard the front door opening. She shrugged her shoulders and headed to her bedroom again. Suddenly the bathroom's door opened. A hand grabbed her by the neck and squeezed.

-Face to the wall, slut, and hands in your back.

She did as ordered and the man put a pair of metal handcuffs on her wrists. Then he took off his leather belt and cinched it tight around her neck. He led her to her bedroom pulling mercilessly on the improvised leash.

He made her climb on the bed and put her face against the matress leaving her ass and groin exposed and vulnerable. He took off her panties roughly and introduced his index finger in her vagina first and her ass later.

-You have a good ass, slut. Shame I'm going to ruin it.

-Please, no.- She tried to beg but he didn't seem worried about her feelings as he made her shut up with a couple of slaps on the ass.

He undid his zipper and set free his already erect penis. He penetrated her roughly in her vagina and thrusted for several minutes. Once he got apparently bored he changed to her ass until he unleashed his seed. Then he opened her cuffs and unfastened his belt.

-Clean yourself, slut.

-Yes, master, thank you.



Once she had finished in the bathroom, she returned to her bedroom and he was still there. He had undressed and was wearing just a t-shirt, and some boxers.

-Are you going to sleep here, master?

-Don't call me that, Carmen, we are not into character. Yes, if you don't mind.

-Of course I don't mind.

She laid down beside him, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He caressed her ass with a hand and with the other hand the thigh she had placed over his.

-Did I hurt you?

-I'm fine. Everything is fine, José. You ask the same every time.

-Sure?

-Yes, sure.- She kissed him in his lips.

-Do you have it?

-Yes!- He smiled when he saw her so excited. She had dedicated a lot of time and energy to that diamond.- You should take a look, it's awesome. At least two hundred grands. But first, tell me about your date. How is she?

-She's pretty, she's nice..., she's..., she's fine...

-But...

-But she is not you.

-Oh, come on, shut up. We are talking tomorrow, ok? I'm tired.- She kissed him again on the lips and turned the lights off.

The next morning Carmen was already taking her breakfast when José arrived to the kitchen.

-Are you going today?

She followed his gaze. He was looking at her stomach. She lifted her t-shirt and pointed next to her navel.

-I was thinking on a begonia here. What do you think?

On the left side of her abdomen she had tattooed a natural sized green, blue and purple hummingbird flying. The bird was feeding on a bunch of flowers around Carmen's navel. For each of her important achievements she added a new flower. There were already six.

-I'm a man. I don't understand shit about flowers.

-Yeah? Well, you can support me, anyways. I'm going to finish the story this  morning. This afternoon I will visit the tattooist and, after that, I will go to Prosper's office to sell the diamond.

-Prosper is real name?

-Of course not. We don't say real names. He's Prosper, I'm Hummingbird. I steal and he pays. That's all I want to know about him.



José was her only real friend. She never had been shy, but there were parts of her that she didn't want to share. Not even her best friend knew everything. In fact, they were still friends, after all those years, because he respected her privacy. He was in love since high school. She had told him many times that he should forget about building a romantic relationship with her. She had never shared those feelings and was never going to do so. He had had several girlfriends, all failures eventually. She hadn't had any important lover. He always ended on the same spot, always waiting for her. She accepted him because he had never asked for anything more. Even if she had always been honest about her feelings for him, she felt guilty because of all the time he was wasting. From time to time, though, she needed some cuddling and he was always there, eager to lose more time.

This journalist with a non-conventional love life, who was trying to be a good person, a good friend and an horrible lover, was a part of her. The thrill addict thief was another part, and the most honest, regarding her feelings, at least. Prosper's world, though, needed a different approach. A world of real danger with real bastards always waiting for a mistake to ruin each others life for good. That kind of world need another kind of person.

Ten years ago, when her dad died she needed something to make her remember who was she. She chose a symbol and drawed it on her skin. She didn't know at that time, though, that her little bird would become a legend. She chose that little bird as a codename. She created a character, the Hummingbird.

The Hummingbird was sexy, rough and dangerous. The Hummingbird didn't have weak spots or bad days. The hummingbird was a force of nature, unstoppable, fearless and merciless. All lies, but necessary if she was going to survive that world. Her clothes reinforced the idea. A short and tight strapless crimson dress to her midthighs with a slit on one side from the bottom to a few centimeters below her waist. No underwear. A couple of red high heeled sandals. A long blonde wig over her black hair long to below her ears. Big sunglasses covering half her face. Bright red lipstick finished the picture.

-Oh, no! A dangerous criminal! I'm going to have to handcuff you.- José was on her doorstep watching the show. Carmen used to practice her gestures and behavior before she went to Lucia's Church.

-Please, not now, master.- She said in a seductive, yet innocent tone.

-Later, then?

-Whenever you want, master.

-But you just said...

-Master, whenever you want to fuck me, don't ask permission, just do it.

-Mmm, no, I prefer to ask permission.

-And I thank you for that, love. I will be back in a couple of hours. You may handcuff me then, please.- She kissed him on the lips and cleaned with her finger the paint she had left.

She didn't love him in a traditional sense. But he was her best friend and habitual sex partner, and was very difficult for her to separate those two sides. For him was nearly impossible.



Lucia's Church, rendezvous point for decent criminals, mediocre politicians and dirty cops. The place were Hummingbird's legend was born. Poorly illuminated, barely cleaned, acceptable drinks, good snacks, a lot of interesting people. Carmen already had an appointment with Prosper, the owner, to talk about jewels, money and possible future bussiness.

Hummingbird needed to be the most dangerous looking bitch if she wanted to be respected. Her clothing style was designed to attract attention. Her body language had to show the opposite. The idea was simple. Hummingbird was available, but unattainable. Independent and untamed. So, whenever someone wanted something from her, specially something sexual, the answer was a contemptuous no and a silent warning. Leg and nipples, though, always showing, always tempting. Untouchable beauty. That night three bold guys were severely hurt in their pride.

The meeting with Prosper was short. He didn't have the money yet. They set another appointment in another place as he didn't want that diamond near all the bastards who wandered around his unholy church.

-One week, you know the place.- He pretended to give his cigar a puff. He couldn't give it an actual puff because his wife had forbid it.- That guy with the scar in the eye is planning to rape you.

-No, he's not. He's just bragging.

-Are you sure?

-Yes. He knows what will happen to his face if he tries to do the same again.- Prosper didn't know that. He liked to know everything. Secrets in his church were valuable.



Later that night a sinister figure in a black suit talked with Prosper.

-Will she be there?

-I want to see my money first.