“Lunch was really great. I was so hungry,” Candace said as they walked on to the platform.
“I want some new perfumes,” Claire said.
“Let’s go get them,” Candace said.
Confident but playful, the girls walked past a few high-end boutiques and beaneries in search of the nearest perfume store.
CHAPTER 5
Sheryl left New York City to attend college in Florida. She wanted to be as far away as possible and nothing to do with the family that had partially raised her. Sheryl resumed living with her step dad, Gilbert, on a day by day basis.
The heckling from both sisters was enough to drive Sheryl crazy. Furthermore she didn’t like the way they took advantage of Mimmy. It hurt her every time they lied to Mimmy and she had to help them with the covering up. Sheryl would do anything to get away from Candace and Claire. Including living with and caring for an alcoholic stepfather.
Although money was tight, Sheryl was able to transfer her credits and started as a junior at Florida A&M. Sheryl Street was looking to establish her independence. In so doing, the calls to her former caretaker, and unofficial adopted mother, Mimmy, grew less and less. Thoughts of her natural mother’s whereabouts taunted her more and more. It was during this time that Sheryl became interested in law and order. The idea hit after she had watched a recruiting advertisement on early morning television.
“…Further your career as an attorney while working as a police officer for Dade County...”
Sheryl explored further. She found that the county would not only pick up the cost of her legal studies, but she would be paid once she joined the department. It was a no-brainer. Through the police department she would be able to track her mother’s whereabouts easily. Sheryl found all the resources that could significantly change her life, and she couldn’t wait to make the jump. The day came and her heart was almost jumping from her chest with excitement. When she went in, and put the uniform on, it was the most exhilarating feeling from a single move she could make.
During this time, Candace and Claire went about making their names boosting in New York. By daytime, they ran constant raids on the downtown shopping area and malls around the Tri-state area of Connecticut, New York and New Jersey. At nights they hung out at the most popular clubs for the rich and famous. The three girls seemed made for the work and did it to the best of their abilities. Through the people Jacque knew, they were able to hold sales on boosted items. Their appetite for stealing brought them money but the girls never seemed to have enough.
“What would we be doing if we weren’t into this?” Candace asked.
“I don’t know,” Claire said, watching Candace toying with the rare sirloin in front of her.
“I want to be so rich, I could eat out at the best restaurants all the time,” Candace said.
“Candy, I hate fucking rich people,” Claire said.
“I’ll do whatever I have to make a lot of money, big sis.”
“Yeah…? Would you let a man fuck you, Candy?” Claire asked.
“You know I hate all men, big sis,” Candace said. “They’re motherfuckers.”
“Listen sis, just because your father hurt you and…” Claire started and Candace immediately got up.
“Let’s pay this tab and bounce. It’s getting a little too sentimental around here,” Candace said.
The girls revisited the scene of their Fifth Ave crimes at Elizabeth Arden’s. Claire lifted the perfume she had been craving. Candace was busy distracting the salesgirls.
“Will that be all today, Miss?” the salesclerk asked, packing away the item. Not to be outdone, Candace jacked an expensive bottle of men’s cologne. Claire paid for a small bottle of cologne and Candace stole a couple more bottles of fragrances right from under the salesclerk’s nose. The girls walked out the store and joined the crowded sidewalk. They spotted the Prada store and decided to help themselves.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re going there,” Candace said.
“I can’t have too many Pradas,” Claire quipped.
The girls sauntered inside, touching the merchandise. Their sexy, chic look reminded one of the salesgirls of runway models. She inquired.
“I’m sorry to intrude but I couldn’t help but ask. Are you two models? I know I’ve seen your faces before…at a show, maybe…?”
“Maybe…” Candace answered.
“I know, the stars always sez maybe. I’ll keep your secret.” Convincing herself that the girls were super models, she smiled and walked away. Claire and Candace were left with a shopping bag and carte blanche to take as many items as they wanted into the dressing room.
Once inside, the sisters worked in unison. Moving rapidly but disciplined, they removed their clothing and Candace took care of the security tags from all the items except one. She cut the label and used a Sharpie to mark defect on the item.
Claire was busy removing tags on their clothing. They both slipped into the new duds and put the old ones in the bags. They placed the unaltered items on the top. The duo exited the dressing room in a hurry. Salesgirls tried engaging them by presenting to them some new suits. They disregarded her and were out of the store before she could recover.
In any one evening, Claire and Candace would hit several stores including Dolce and Gabbana, Coach, and Versace. Using several various wigs and makeup to disguise themselves, the girls stole several thousand dollars of merchandise. By the time the dust would settle, the girls were long gone in a taxi.
“I think those stores have seen us for a week,” Candace said.
“You think…?” Claire chimed.
Having done a days work, the girls relaxed inside their Manhattan apartment. Claire poured herself and Candace, Gin and tonic.
“Make mine on the rocks,” Candace said.
Claire swallowed the drink. She mixed another while Candace slipped out of her clothes and busied herself checking the bags. She found a leather skirt and held it against her hips.
“These will fit me nicely.”
She wiggled her naked ass around the apartment. Then turned and strolled as if she was on a runway.
“Smile for the cameras…” Claire said, handing her a drink. “Damn you’ve gotta be the best booster I know. How did you get the locks off?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. I see you with that heavy-duty bottle of Channel. Inquiring minds wanna know how you didn’t get caught?” Candace laughed.
“See, there’s this lil’ sump’n called hypnosis,” Claire answered with a wink. She picked out a cute silk blouse and pulled her top over her head. Topless, she massaged her perfect breast.
“I’ll wear this without a bra,” she smiled.
Candace put the drink to her head and swallowed. They fell back in the plush leather sofa, toasting.
“This is the life.” Candace said raising her glass.
“Ah… the bliss,” Claire said smiling.
They started unpacking their bounty for the day.
“I can’t believe that store wanted two thousand for this jacket,” Candace said.
“It was actually twenty-five hundred dollars, girl,” Claire corrected.
“It’s insane whatever the amount.”
“Candy, you’re not answering my question?”
“What was that?” Candace asked.
“Those sensors...? The ones you pulled off in Gucci today? Last week when we were in ah Saks, you did it. And you did that shit in Victoria’s Secret last week too. Don’t front. C’mon Candy, you know we always share alike.”
“If I tell you, big sis, I’ll have to kill you,” Candace laughed and poured another drink. She gave one to Claire.
“Is this cyanide?” Claire chuckled.
“Always, my big sis,” Candace toasted.
“Always Candy,” Claire raised her glass. “Well…? Are you gonna tell your big sis how you did that trick?”
“It was a trick I acquired from Melanie, big sis.”
Candace found the rem
ote and turned on the exclusive surround sound of the Nakamichi stereo. The built-in wall speakers hummed.
Hey… toot, toot…
Ah… beep, beep…
Toot, toot…
Ah beep, beep…
“Oh turn that up, pump that,” Claire screamed, jumping off the sofa and dancing around in sexy underwear. “I haven’t heard that in a while.”
“Who does this song remind you of?” Candace asked.
The sisters jigged and sang along to the Donna Summer classic.
Bad girls, bad girls talking ‘bout bad girls… Hey mister, do you have a dime…?
Do you wanna spend some time…?
“Who…?” Claire asked.
“This song reminds me so much of Melanie. Remember her?”
Candace asked.
“I sure do. Melanie who stopped boosting and now buys all our
stuff off Jacque?”
Claire answered. “That Cuban bitch should not be trusted. Remember that.”
“Yeah, we’re gonna see her in Miami.”
“She’s working with heavyweights,” Claire answered.
“I heard she’s big in that town.”
“We should pay her a visit.”
“Okay, Claire. I’m gonna unpack and send some of this stuff to our fences.”
Claire stepped into the large bathroom and joined her sister, squatting naked in the whirlpool.
CHAPTER 6
A couple hours later, the Osorio sisters were on their way to Bungalow. The exclusive nightspot was hopping with paparazzi and club-goers everywhere. A bouncer held the enthused throng of party people behind the velvet rope.
“Pull it up to the front,” Claire requested.
A chauffer-driven Bentley stretch eased to a stop. The sisters, dressed to the hilt, stepped out in four inch spike heels. Their tall sexy frames were sheathed in black cocktail dresses. Claire and Candace scowled as people and paparazzi in the crowd wondered aloud.
“Who the fuck are these two…?”
“They must be models.”
“”Let’s shoot them anyway. They may be important stars… “someone said.
“You two are beautiful. Give us a smile…!” another shrieked.
Flashbulbs blared as the beautiful sisters sashayed to the front of the club. The bouncer parted the crowd and greeted them with a smile. Without delay, he waved them on.
The men stationed at the bar stared at the two as they made their way to the bar.
“The usual?” the bartender asked.
Claire nodded. Candace eyes followed a throng of merry makers in the VIP section. They were loudly toasting and having conversations about making big money movie deals. A waiter appeared with a bottle of champagne.
“Ah…did you order that cheap stuff, big sis?”
“You know me better…” Claire shook her head.
“Someone over there sent this,” the waiter said.
“Tell the person thanks, but no thanks.”
Claire turned to Candace as the waiter walked away. “Cheap-ass white boy,” she said, smiling and waving at Huntley Scot.
“He’s flushed with money,” Candace said. “And his girl is always by his side.”
Before the waiter made his way back to the table, Huntley Scott came over.
“Ladies, ladies I’m sorry,” he said with a smile.
“Hi,” Claire said.
He winked. Candace smiled. “First, I should’ve made a wiser decision about the drink but the bar ran out.” Huntley smiled.
“I hope you give me a chance to make it up.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“I’ve got better stuff back at my place.”
Claire and Candace smiled. They knew he was a rich socialite and his parents had millions. The girls loved the thrill of being considered rich. The sisters had also developed problems with drugs and drinks in addition to purloined coats. Even though they were not, just being in the company of people with money gave them feelings of affluence.
“Please join us,” Candace said.
They drank the champagne while listening to Huntley chatting about his plans of buying a few restaurants.
“How’ve you been, Huntley?” Claire asked.
“It’s been going so great, I gotta invest some of this money before it goes bad,” he joked.
His humor wasn’t lost on the girls. They knew of his lineage to his family’s long money, but they also knew of his girlfriend, Nicole, who was always with him.
“Are you here looking for investors or…” Candace said.
“No, Nicole’s parents try to get in and that whole thing is causing a rift because I don’t need anyone else.”
“Here’s to independence,” Claire said.
“You’re solo tonight?”
“I’m solo, but she’s here watching my every move.”
“Why don’t you invite her over?”
“You got to be kidding right?”
“Ah, Nicole is cool,” Claire said.
Nicole made her way to the table.
“Hi,” Nicole said when she reached the table.
“Hey Nicole, I’d like you to meet Candace and Claire.”
“We’ve met before…” Nicole smiled.
“I didn’t know you knew them.”
A well dressed young blond man came over and hugged Huntley. He kissed Nicole.
“I haven’t told you all the A-list ballers I know either. Everyone heard something about these two. Please, I’d like you both to meet a friend of mine, Doug.”
“Hi Doug,” the sisters smiled.
The bubbly flowed and the party got crunk with the music booming. Everyone in the party seemed to be having fun. When Doug opened his trap, bragging about his great wealth, he never closed it. Claire controlled her annoyance by drinking and not listening intensely. It was hard to disregard this loudmouthed rich boy.
“Being able to satisfy needs is what having money is all about.”
Candace and Claire sat all night listening to the rich kids around them gloating about St. Tropez, buying new three million dollar beach front homes and owning restaurants. The ranting of the rich only made the sisters aware they had boosted a lot but gain nothing. They were like poor girls in this group and the feeling grew hard on them, rubbing both in the wrong places.
“When you’re able to retire tomorrow and not worry about a damn thing, that’s when richness really counts,” Doug said, wet from heavy drinking and yapping about his riches.
The night wore on and Nicole grew further away from Doug and closer to Huntley. She was holding her own but Doug completely lost it. The sisters were tired of Doug and his talk of wealth. They were surprised when Doug berated Nicole.
“I knew you just wanted to come to see your man. He doesn’t want you, he wants one of these Amazon beauties, but I’m free. Why don’t y’all come to my spread?” Doug drawled.
Huntley frowned.
“I second that,” Nicole said.
Claire and Candace looked at each other. Nicole wore the smile of a drunk. She was clearly sucking up to Huntley. The sisters nodded to each other.
“Please excuse us,” Candace smiled.
“Don’t y’all leave me,” Nicole said with a drunken drawl.
The men stood and gawked as the women sashayed their behinds away from the table.
“Those sisters are like drugs to an addict,” Doug laughed.
“I’d love to shoot sperm in the faces of those two black bitches,” Huntley winked.
“Ha, ha… They’re nothing but black asses,” both men laughed, toasting drinks.
Inside the ladies room, the three women stood in front of the mirror. Nicole looked on as Claire helped Candace with her make-up.
“Is any of them really your man, Nicky?” Claire asked.
“No, I just freak them both,” Nicole slurred while adjusting her make-up.
“Oh, they’re not from here?” Claire asked.
“No, they’re from C
onnecticut. Doug is very rich and has oil relatives from New Orleans.”
“They got money, huh?”
“Honey, they’re pedigrees with a whole lot of money.”
Nicole could easily tell that the sisters were interested. She lowered her voice.
“Let me tell you, the other day, I went to Doug’s place and he had a bank load of money in a safe behind a Japanese painting.”
“Sounds like they the ones that we should be with,” Claire said.
“It sounds that way to me also.” Candace smiled.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Nicole joined in.
Outside, the crowd exhaled oohs and aahs as the sisters were whisked away in a black Concierge.
“How was the party?” someone shouted.
“I dug it. It was to my liking,” Claire answered with a smile.
They were chauffeured to a spacious and lavish sprawl in Danbury. Inside, they were treated to cocaine and drinks. When all were completely inebriated, Nicole and Huntley were sucking on Candace’s breasts while Doug busied himself with Claire. The tawdry sex encounter continued with Nicole’s head wedged between Candace’s legs while Huntley busied himself with Claire’s breasts.
“I’d like to put my dick in your fine ass,” Doug said to Huntley while his hands worked their way up Claire’s dress.
Huntley was the first one out of his clothes and then Doug followed suit. They both clawed at Claire and moved closer to where Candace and Nicole were making out. Candace’s head was thrown back as Nicole’s tongue licked the insides of her upper thighs. Moaning was heard when Doug mounted Claire. She reached out, and handed him a condom. He stared at her as if she had the virus. Doug tried to shove his hard dick into her mouth. They sexual saga continued for a few minutes.
Candace shed Nicole and popped up. She grabbed her purse and pulled out her nine. Three naked people were left stunned. Claire quickly undid silk ties and used leather belts to tie-up the victims.
“What’re you doing?”
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