The Lucky Cat

By
JonnySchweer and mrhungry

The sounds of sirens wailed in the distance as Special Agent Jade Vesta stepped cautiously over some broken glass in the stairwell and continued to make her way upward. Martin Gordan was up there, somewhere. She had been instructed to wait for backup, but when one of the Bureau's 'Ten Most Wanted' was in her sights, she wasn't about to sit around waiting for the troops to arrive while the world-class jewel thief got away.

The door at the next landing looked to be closed, like all of the rest, but when she got closer she could see that it had been pried open, and hadn't quite closed all of the way. Gently pulling back on the edge of the door, she opened it a little and looked in.

The apartment on the other side of the door was dark, but she could see the master thief on the balcony, unraveling rope. He was planning on going over the side! Silently, the Federal Agent crossed the carpeted floor to the open balcony door and peeked out at him. He'd looped the end of the rope through the harness he was wearing and was tying it off.

This was as close as anyone had gotten to Martin since he had arrived in Schweerport three months ago. The black backpack he was wearing most likely held his earnings for the evening which, based on previous heists, would be worth no less than eighty grand. But tonight he was not slipping through Jade's fingers.

As the black clad man stepped up onto the railing to look over the side, the dark shape behind him crept out onto the balcony and scooped up his escape rope as she approached. Just as she got within reach, he must have sensed her presence and turned to face her.

"Not so fast, Gordan!" she said as she drew her Jasper 357 from behind her back and pointed it at him. "You're under arrest!"

"Agent Vesta, so nice to see you!" the man said, his remark not really masking his surprise very well. He surprised Jade, though, when his arm came up and the rope in his hand whisked through the air in a loop. It appeared that he was trying to dislodge the rope from her gloved hand, but the real shock came when he fell backward over the ledge.

Jade saw the rope beneath her feet fly over the edge as the man fell, and she rushed to the edge to look over at him. As she did this, the rope he had thrown into the air finally came down, but it came down around her, pulling tightly around her waist and trapping her arms at her sides. To her horror, his falling weight pulled her right over the edge.

"EEEYYYYYIIIIEEE!" she screamed. She felt the rope wrapping around her leg and ankle and then she was in a brief free fall until the rope suddenly pulled tight. As she hung there, upside down, she looked down to see Martin suspended just below her.

"Now what are you going to do, gorgeous?" he asked as he reached up to hold the rope next to the suspended woman's head. He pulled himself up a little closer to his pursuer.

"Just hang out with you until my backup arrives, I guess."

Martin gazed up at the woman, hanging there just above him. "You're really quite beautiful, Jade. Do you mind if I call you that?" His hand grasped her long light brown hair and pulled her towards him. "I've enjoyed having you on my tail."

Jade felt the rope tighten around her waist and realized that the man was pulling it through the carabineer on his belt so that he could inch his way closer to her.

"I've dreamed about what's under that tight green latex uniform you wear, Jade. Is that standard issue, or did you have that tailored just for you? It's quite form fitting, I must say."

Agent Vesta squirmed as Gordan reached up and ran his hands over her shoulders and then brazenly touched her breasts. With her arms trapped at her sides, she couldn't protect herself against his advances.

"Hey!!" she cried out as she felt his fingers massaging her tits through the thin material. "You'd better stop that!"

"Or what? You'll call the cops?" He began to laugh, while his hands gripped her breasts and squeezed. Pain ripped through her body as she struggled to break free, all the while looking at the thirty-floor drop below them.

"They're down there!" someone shouted from above. Jade looked up to see one of the Agents from her office, Miles Connors, peering over the edge of the balcony.

Moments later she was sitting on a couch in the apartment with her superior, Captain Owens, standing over her. He was ranting about something...oh yeah...waiting for backup. Yeah, she knew what that meant. No, she didn't have a hearing problem. Yes, she would report to him first thing in the morning.

Following protocol must be more important than catching criminals. Who knew? She sat alone on the sofa and watched her fellow Agents lead Martin Gordan out in handcuffs.

The next day she got read the riot act...again. As she was returning to her seldom-used desk, she overheard someone mention a theft at the Metropolitan Museum. That got her attention, and when she sat down behind her desk she looked over at Miles. "What happened at the Met?" she whispered.

Her fellow Criminal Apprehension Bureau agent leaned towards her and whispered back, "Someone stole the Juransic Dagger."

"That's all that was taken?"

Miles nodded. That was odd. With all of the rare artifacts in the museum, why that particular dagger? She looked it up online and found that the handle of the dagger contained eight rubies, ten opals, and five diamonds, all worth about 3.2 million dollars. But, if she remembered correctly, the Thorndike Diamond was less than ten feet from the dagger exhibit, and it was worth ten times as much.

Trouble is, you can't fence a diamond that big. But you could easily fence the stones on the dagger. After learning that no entry or escape route had been detected she began to get a funny feeling on the back of her neck.

This heist reeked of Maneki Neko, The Lucky Cat. She'd been after her longer than she'd been after Martin Gordan. But this thief was many times more slippery than Martin ever was. She decided to head over to the museum to see what they'd learned about the theft.

Across town, a feminine figure leaped from the edge of the building and, for one fleeting moment, seemed to glide as elegantly as an eagle through the night. Maneki Neko was still riding quite high from the thrill of her endeavor the night before. The museum's security systems had posed a moderate threat, which had given her a good workout both mentally and physically.

Maybe I could offer them a consult, she thought to herself.

Growing up in the outskirts of Tokyo, the only child of two computer scientists, young Akemi Adachi's love of technology had blossomed at an early age. By her nineteenth year she owned her own electronics store. The store was so successful that a larger corporation offered a merger. By the age of twenty-four, Akemi was a junior vice-president of one of the largest technology corporations in Japan. The corporation continued to grow, and before long she was on the Board of Directors of a prominent Security Systems subsidiary. Access to their technology had its advantages when Akemi got bored with the corporate world and began focusing her energy on acquiring jewelry. Other people's jewelry, that is. Akemi's natural athletic abilities, combined with her intelligence and electronics expertise, gave her an advantage over those attempting to catch her. After the first few major heists, she had been dubbed 'The Lucky Cat' by the media. 

When gravity again took hold, in one fluid motion, she tucked into a ball, twisted her form, and landed on the adjoining roof two stories below before taking off in a sprint. The treated Lycra covering her body made a barely audible purring as she moved.

The cool night air breezed by her, chilling her chin and lower cheeks as she darted from one rooftop to another with a feline grace. As she moved she listened to the earbud she wore which buzzed with chatter from various law-enforcement bands.

Nothing was said about the missing Juransic Dagger that she had so elegantly pilfered from its resting place within the museum the night before. Not surprising, considering she had spent years training under the best of thieves in the world. But there was the occasional mention of a professional colleague of sorts, Martin Gordon's, capture by the agent Jade Vesta.

She knew of Jade's dogged pursuit of her, even going as far as breaking protocol and getting herself suspended to get closer to her.

Good work ethic, Maneki Neko thought to herself about the woman. She enjoyed the thought of being chased, almost obsessively hunted, by the woman.

Another leap and she tiptoed over the edge of another roof and moved over to the row of skylights that looked into the main floor of the museum she had entered into before.

Tapping the side of the fline-themed mask that covered the upper half of her face, the circuitry around the eyes activated. A thin film illuminated the area around the windows and highlighted the active points of the security system.

"They move pretty quick," she whispered to herself as she looked over the window and around the roof at the other standard entrance point, the ventilation system. Oh, wait a tick, she thought, as she caught some motion out of the corner of her eye.

Glancing back down through the window she watched the figure become clearer, another tap on the mask switched the vision to infrared. She didn't need to see the face, she recognized the form fitting latex outfit that hugged and extenuated every curve of the woman. Well, well, never thought I'd get the chance to meet my hunter.

Backing away from the window she slinked her way down the three-story side of the Metropolitan Museum, her one-inch heels only once making a faint click against the polished stone of the building.

"So, I take it you're the renowned Jade Vesta?" she asked with a playful coo in her voice as she melted out of the shadows and into view of the C.A.B. agent.

Jade turned to see the shape seemingly appear out of nowhere. Her heart raced at the sight of the black clad woman. The purple utility belt around her slim waist and her purple gloves, matched the purple on the half mask that covered her eyes.

It could be no one else..."Maneki Neko" she whispered, "You have some nerve showing up here again."

The two women sized each other up, moving slowly in a circle, watching for any signs of advancing. The C.A.B. agent's hand went behind her back to retrieve her trusty 357, but felt nothing. Damn! The Captain had taken it from her earlier, saying it wasn't standard issue, and she hadn't been home to get her backup weapon.

"So, I heard you nabbed Martin," the Lucky Cat said as she watched Jade's movement and deduced that she was unarmed. "That was quite a feat, congratulations. He's very good."

"Good, yes," Jade said as she discretely glanced around for something to subdue the thief standing before her. "But predictable. You might learn from him." She saw a rope lying on the floor to her right and began to step in that direction.

"Ha!" the thief cried out, "If I were predictable I would be behind bars, not here dancing with you now." She spotted the rope, too, but the Agent was closer to it by now. She could rush her, but the woman looked to be in pretty good shape. Her green uniform fit so tightly that every muscle was accentuated as she moved. Yes, she was well toned, and her strength was quite visible.

Concerned now that she may have made a mistake by dropping in on her pursuer, Maneki Neko inched towards the curtain that hid the open window she had entered through. When Jade finally dashed for the rope, the thief darted for the window.

She nearly made it, too, but felt a tug at her left ankle and then a similar tug at her right ankle. Seconds later she was sprawled out on the floor, face down, and felt the weight of the other woman on her waist.

"Going somewhere?" Jade asked as she quickly pulled her captive's wrist back and wound the rope around it. Maneki Neko struggled below her, trying to strike her with her free hand, but even that freedom was soon lost as Jade pulled it back to tie off with her other.

"Oww! That hurts, Jade! Not so tight, please?" the bound woman tried to sound distressed, hoping the Agent would loosen the ropes and afford her a chance to escape.

"Aww, that's too bad," Jade countered as she turned the woman over and then pulled her up to a sitting position. Once up, she continued to pull the bound woman upwards until she had her on her feet and then she ducked into her so that her shoulder pushed against her waist and then stood up straight.

Maneki Neko was shocked at how fast Agent Vesta had bound her and thrown her over her shoulder! She was even more shocked when she was carried out of the museum and unceremoniously dumped into the trunk of Jade's car.

Was she under arrest? And if not, what the hell was going on? Securely bound, the trapped woman could do nothing except lay her head down on the carpeted floor of the trunk as the door clicked shut above her, plunging her into darkness. A moment after she felt the car rock, presumably from her captor getting behind the wheel, she smelled a sweet odor in the air around her, and then heard the engine rev up. She knew she was in trouble, but how much - she would soon find out.

Some time later, Maneki Neko blinked and realized that she had either passed out or had been otherwise incapacitated. It was possible that she had been drugged.

Blinking several more times and getting her vision to clear she noticed she was in a room. It was a relatively small room, and aside from the chair she was sitting in, no, wait a tick, bound to, the room furnishings seemed exceptionally sparse.

It appeared to be an interrogation room, but unlike any that she'd had ever seen. Not that she'd ever seen one in person before, a person would actually need to be caught first, and this was a first for her.

The single door of the room opened and Jade Vesta walked through it, still wearing that teasingly tight green latex uniform. Maneki Neko smiled as she thought it wasn't so much of a bother being tied like she was if it meant being alone with this woman.

Jade pressed against the door and it made a solid thud as the latch closed. The door was wood, probably solid oak, which didn't seem to be standard issue for an interview room. A shiver ran through the captured thief's body as the thought sunk in that she was not at a police station at all. That left only one other possibility and that both terrified her and aroused her.

"So I finally have the infamous Maneki Neko," Jade said as she pulled a simple wood chair from behind her guest and sat down in front of her. The masked woman's eyes widened as she saw what the Agent held in her hand.

"You took my..." Maneki Neko began, but then fell silent as she realized that she was in no position to protest.

"My compliments to your organization, and the elegant simplicity of your tools," Jade began as she opened the pouches of her captive's utility belt and began pulling items from it. "Diamond tipped glass cutter, security over-ride reader, the ever classic lock-pick kit." The beautiful brunette held each piece up and inspected it as she spoke. "And a small spool of wire, with a high tensile strength to lift yourself and your procurements, no doubt."

As Maneki Neko watched her captor empty out her carefully stocked belt, odd feelings began to simmer within her. They were interesting feelings that the bound woman had trouble sorting out.

There was a heated resentment, almost anger, at Jade for going through her things and violating HER privacy. But that resentment was balanced out by a certain respect and admiration of the woman.

Once Jade finished her inspection and had carefully tucked the last of the items into the little pouches on the belt, she took it and carefully hung it on a half hidden hook on the wall by the door.

"I suppose since we're getting a bit more casual," Jade began teasingly, as she unfastened the buckle of the steel belt that hung gingerly on her hips, "I might join you." She hung her belt on the same hook, its strap coming to an end at the same length of her captive's.

She made a slow circle around her chair-bound guest, admiring not only her, but the fact that she was the captor of one of the most famous burglars on the planet.

"So what's your plan?" Maneki Neko asked as she craned her head, trying to look at her captor behind her.

The end of a slender green latex finger pressed against her lips, almost as if to answer.

"Nothing too crude, my dear." Jade moved her finger down and touched the chin of the other woman, tilting her masked head back and planting her own lips onto the lips below her.

The bound thief tried to turn her head away, but Jade held her chin firmly in place. Her surprise doubled when she felt the detective's tongue flick against her own! The sensuousness of the kiss shot through her like a lightning bolt, and she was shocked to realize that she wanted to return the kiss.

Hungrily, she pressed upwards against the ropes that bound her to the chair to press her face against Jade's. Her tongue ventured outward, battling against that of her captor’s.

"Now that you're all warmed up, I have some questions that need answers to," Agent Vesta purred as she lifted her head and stood back.

Maneki Neko's mouth was still agape as she looked up into Jade's brown eyes. Embarrassed now that she had kissed back with such vigor, the Lucky Cat looked away but felt her body's betrayal that what had just occurred had aroused her more than she would have imagined.

"I'm not answering any questions, Vesta," she spat, while deep inside her resolve was already wavering. She feared the methods the C.A.B. agent would use on her might not be in any Agency rule book. Agent Vesta was known to work outside the rules, and her position on the chair in this unknown location tended to support that view of her.

"Well before we get to that, I've simply been dying to see your entire face," Jade said as she reached towards the mask that hid half of her captive's face. The bound thief shifted her head to the side to try and avoid Jade's hands, but to no avail. The mask was pulled up and off of her head.

Gazing at her captive for a moment Jade finally said, "Japanese? I would never have guessed. Your English is impeccable."

Agent Vesta smiled at her captive as her fingers slid to the neckline of her tight latex uniform. Gripping the zip between her thumb and forefinger she gently pulled it down, hearing the slow pop of the teeth until the majority of the pale rosiness of Maneki Neko’s cleavage was revealed. Also revealed was a bejeweled length of gold nestled between the thief’s lovely breasts with a distinctive image of a sitting feline at one end.

The sight of the object at the end of the chain jogged Jade’s memory. Kellerhuis Museum of Antiquites, seven years ago, Egypt collection…certain artifacts stolen without the high-tech security system even being tripped.

“What have we here, kitty?” Jade asked as her gloved fingers pulled the object from between the soft mounds of flesh. She pulled it to the side to look more closely at it, making sure the ornate gold chain dragged across the bound woman’s nipple.

The object was one of the more erotic items taken during the robbery. Made from Egyptian alabaster during the 3rd millennium BC, the phallic shaped artifact was unearthed in a temple dedicated to the Cat Goddess, Bastet. The priestess of the temple would have used it to deflower virgin girls in sacrifice to the Goddess.

Jade looked down to Maneki Neko's black latex pants and saw the panel that covered the zipper. Tearing it aside, she heard the sound of Velcro releasing and then saw the zipper beneath it. Unlike most zippers, the one on this cat-suit went from the belt-line all of the way to the rear of the suit. Jade gripped the zipper and pulled it downward as she reached up and pinched her captive’s nipple.

“OWW! Vesta! Damn You!” Maneki Neko groaned as she tried to lift herself up and away from the punishing grip on her sensitive nipple. This was exactly what Jade had hoped would happen, for as the woman lurched upwards, she quickly brought the zipper down and under her.

Looking down, Jade saw the cleanly shaven pubic mound and smiled.

“Nice,” she said as she pulled the gold chain around to find the clasp. She removed the necklace and threaded the ancient dildo off of it. Tracing the smoothly carved head down Maneki Neko’s belly, she lowered it to her crotch.

“What are you doing, Vesta?” the bound woman gasped, struggling more urgently against the ropes that held her to the chair.

Jade’s smile had not gone away as she looked into the other woman’s eyes. “There were several other items stolen with this, I would like to know where they ended up.”

The rogue agent pressed the head of the deflowering tool against The Cat’s slit and rotated it slightly. Pulling it away, she looked down and saw moisture glistening on the tip.

“I…I don’t know anything about…” she sucked in a gulp of air as the head of the alabaster dildo entered her pussy. “Oh, shit!” she moaned as she pushed her hips outward to allow the object to be inserted further.

Damn you! she shouted in her mind, not knowing if she was more furious with the C.A.B. agent for forcing this on her, or herself for becoming so fucking aroused! She resisted the thoughts that the woman was causing her with this treatment, yet couldn’t deny the arousal she was feeling.

How could she deny it when she knew Jade Vesta was sliding the stone dildo in and out of her with no effort at all? Her juices ran freely from her slit with each stroke!

“Stop! Stop!” Maneki Neko rasped. “They were sold to a guy in St. Louis!” Her breathing was deep and her exposed chest rose and fell with each breath. “I swear!”

“A name, kitty!” Jade pressed. “A guy doesn’t help me, I need a name.” She pressed the phallic artifact fully into the bound woman and put her boot up on the chair seat to hold it in place, freeing her hands to pull the fabric of her quest’s top back to fully expose her ample breasts.

“Chester, something. That’s all I know!!”

Jade gripped the breasts before her and squeezed them roughly. “Liar!”

Maneki Neko grimaced in pain. “Miller! Chester Miller!”

The cop released her grip and placed her foot back on the floor. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“I…I want to…I want to call my…ahhhhww!” the Cat groaned as Jade gripped the end of the alabaster dildo and worked it back and forth between the bound woman’s legs.

“Your what?” Jade asked as she leaned in to whisper in her captive’s ear, all the while working her hand down below.

Maneki Neko threw her head back and groaned even louder as she tried with all of her might to fight off the orgasm that Jade was forcing on her.

“My lawyer!” she cried out and then bucked against the ropes that held her tightly to the chair as the orgasm overtook her will to resist.

Jade let out a laugh and stood upright, withdrawing the stone artifact and sliding it between her lips, tasting The Lucky Cat’s lust coating its smooth surface.

“Sorry, I don’t actually have a phone down here,” Jade said, sliding the artifact in and out of her mouth. She watched the Lucky Cat’s face turn from a mask of ecstasy to one of desperation.

“NO! Please….Oh god, Jade…” The bound woman struggled against the ropes as the sudden withdrawal of the dildo left her on an erotic high she craved to lengthen.

The rogue C.A.B. agent knelt down in front of the Cat and used the tip of the phallus to trace a line up her naked thigh, passing it tantalizingly close to her slit. “Oh god, Jade, what?” she asked, looking up at her helpless nemesis.

Maneki Neko looked down her sweat soaked chest to see Jade Vesta looking up at her with that smug smile on her face. Oh god, Jade, don’t stop fucking me! she wanted to scream out, but now she wouldn’t give the cop the satisfaction, no matter how desperately she wanted it!

“Screw you!” the Cat scowled and lurched in the chair, nearly sending it over on its side.

“Whoa, I’m not done with you yet,” Jade said as she caught the chair and brought it back onto all four legs. The agent leaned forward and kissed Maneki Neko’s thigh. It felt hot and moist, and tasted salty.

“I want to know where your kitty litter box is, Lucky.” Kissing the hot flesh towards an area that was even hotter, she continued, “where do you call home when you’re in Schweerport, kitty?”

This was probably the very last thing Maneki Neko wanted Agent Vesta to know! Besides the Juransic Dagger, there were other priceless artifacts in her hideout, some she had even stolen from other, amateur, thieves. Worse, she had blueprints and plans for several more jobs she had in the works!

Jade’s kisses were being planted on her Venus mound now, her tongue lapping away just above the Cat’s slit. It felt so good…oh fuck, the woman had a skilled tongue! But this had gone just about far enough, and the work Maneki Neko’s fingers were doing on the ropes behind her was finally beginning to produce some loosening of those knots.

“Oh, you know, I just curl up anywhere that’s dark,” the Lucky Cat said as she threaded the rope behind her back through its loop and felt the rope around her wrist loosen. Not only that, but Vesta had been careless and used the same rope on her leg! Looking down she could see the loop around her right leg sag as she worked more of the rope back through the knot behind her.

“You don’t think I believe that for a moment, do you?” asked the lovely brunette as she peeked up at her prey. But there was something in her eyes…what…her eyes were sparkling and there was a slight smile on her lips, as if…

Suddenly Maneki Neko’s right leg moved against the side of her head, forcing it to her left against her other leg. She watched, wide-eyed, as the Lucky Cat’s hands came around to pull up on her head so that her neck was now between her muscular thighs.

Jade clawed at those thighs, and then at the hands that came down to pinch off her nose and cover her mouth. Struggling now to catch a full breath, Jade was shocked to see stars before her eyes as she was unable to dislodge her throat from the grip of the Cat’s well toned legs.

And then all went black.

Maneki Neko waited until she felt her adversary slump limply, and then released her head. To Vesta’s credit, it took considerably longer to subdue her than anyone the Cat had ever used that move on before. It was a tried and true submission hold that had served her well over the years, and it would seem that it came through for her once again.

She knew she had to work quickly and immediately set to work removing Agent Vesta’s green body suit. She whistled as she worked, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the tables would be turned on the federal agent.

She had a few questions of her own that she needed answered, and she planned on having fun extracting the answers. Her knots would hold, though, and she was sure they would still be holding the naked Agent to the chair when her colleagues discovered her in the morning.

The End