The Wolf, seductive thief, has her work cut out for her when she takes on Representative Thomas Stride. Before she set her plots over him, Stride was destined to soar in power, even to achieve the Presidency—because he uses his skills for personal aggrandizement, instead of the betterment of his constituents.
Stride also uses his skills for his own sexual satisfaction. This leaves an opening for the Wolf to ruin his career—as a service to the nation—and, of course, to rob him. However, she cannot merely seduce Stride once, she must leave him constantly wanting more, while she infiltrates his home and uncover his secrets, until she can expose him and the dangers his power threatens.
A mysterious individual has hired her to undertake Stride’s fall, but she intends to pay herself, pilfering his art, jewelry, and other riches—not to mention the pure joy of ruining Stride’s career. But just who is the insider who the Wolf convinced to help her infiltrate Stride’s life? And what reward can she expect from that accomplice?
This is a stand-alone story of the Wolf, but her exploits have appeared before, beginning with “The Wolf Escapes.”
Charlotte would like to just be a normal woman, overlooked by the authorities, making the most out of her life, roaming across the world as she pleases. She visits a city custom built for idle billionaires to avoid crime, seeking both profit and pleasure among their ranks.
But when she crosses paths with the Wolf, the world’s most famous burglar, when her lover is arrested as that burglar in the middle of their intercourse, she sets out to find the truth about the thefts plaguing the city.
Charlotte believes the authorities have the wrong man. Her lover can’t be the Wolf, but the Captain of the Watch is too blind to see the truth. So Charlotte will seduce him to find out the truth, and enter whatever beds necessary to achieve her goals.
Can Charlotte solve the mystery and uncover the true Wolf before he flees with all his stolen goods? Can she save her lover, the city, all the while protecting her own secrets?
OMG!!! I thought as I left my office and headed towards the subway. Tomorrow is the first day of my vacation. Three glorious weeks. It was a beautiful evening. Even the subway couldn’t take away any of my excitement with its crowds of hot, sweating, tired people all going home after their day’s work. An hour later, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked. I looked at my body in the mirror. For thirty-three years of age I was looking pretty damn good. My boobs were still nice and firm, capped with cherry red nipples, my waist was still nice and slender and I was an expert in the art of fucking and giving all the pleasure I could with my nice, tight cunt.