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She’s got the best hands I’ve ever seen.
Constance’s very first impression of Lou is hot, and she’s not apologising for it, because that is exactly what Lou is. She walks right up to Constance when she’s counting her takings for the day - six watches, three wallets, and one real nice pair of cufflinks - and interrupts her mental calculations about how much she can get for all this shit. Just straight-up short-circuits her mind with her blonde hair and leather jacket and the helmet tucked under her arm, and holy shit. As if absent of all good sense whatsoever, her jaw drops. “Damn.”
And Lou - Lou fucking laughs, this low and husky sound and oh, yeah, Constance is so ready to do whatever this babe wants to get in her pants. “I saw you out there,” she says, grinning. “Three-card monte and you took his wallet? Harsh.”
“It’s a hustle, sweetheart,” she replies, winking, and is rewarded with Lou throwing her head back and laughing, a real laugh. Her eyes are sparkling and she regards Constance with respect, which, honestly, feels even better than lust. “Name’s Lou. I have a hustle that might interest you.”
“Yeah?” Constance asks, and Lou’s grin gets wider. “Oh, yeah.”
She doesn’t even need to think about it, just puts her hand out for Lou to shake (and sure, she steals Lou’s watch along with it, but when she gives it back an hour later, it only seems to impress her). “Constance. Looking forward to hearing it.”
That’s what brings her into her first con with Lou, and her first share of five grand. She’s good at what she does, but she’s never gotten five grand within a week and the rush is incredible. When Lou passes her the stack of cash, Constance lingers on the grip. “Hey, you ever need another job done, I’m your girl.”
And if she layers a bit of suggestion into the words, well, who can blame her? She lets her gaze lock onto Lou’s eyes, and then drop little by little, to her lips, her throat, further. Lou follows it, licks her lips, and stands. “You know, I might need a little help with something.”
Being around Lou just makes Constance want to dare, want to push, want to test the limits, and god, it feels so good. It feels good to smile, slow and sly, to walk closer and trace two fingers down the curve of Lou’s arm. “Would it happen to be in the bedroom?”
“That’s what I like about you,” Lou says, grabbing her waist and pulling her close, chest to chest. “You’re just so quick on the uptake.”
She ends up on her knees in Lou’s bed, thighs bracketing Lou’s hips, her tongue in Lou’s mouth. She’s had her hands on Lou’s wrist and in her pockets with the sole intention of filching her shit, but it feels a thousand times better to have them on her skin, mapping her fingers out against the expanse of Lou’s stomach, bringing one hand between her legs and sliding her thumb against Lou’s clit.
Lou straight-up keens when Constance enters her, two fingers, twisting just a little, curling up to stroke that sweet spot inside her. She arches up against Constance’s hand, pupils blown, and the way she sounds when she begs - god, Constance wants that on a tape, for her to play over and over again. Lou doesn’t really talk a lot in bed - doesn’t talk so much as babble this incoherent stream of needy syllables, and it’s such stark contrast to how polished and controlled she is on a job - it’s the hottest thing Constance has ever seen.
Then her other hand drifts to Lou’s breasts, her throat, and Lou moves forward, just this quick little movement, so fast, so oddly graceful, and takes Constance’s fingers into her mouth. Sucks on them, her tongue doing this thing that leaves Constance gasping even though she isn’t even being touched, and scratch that, this is without a doubt the hottest thing she’s ever seen and she thinks she will probably ever see.
She’s got the best hands in the business, but she learns pretty quickly than Lou’s got the best mouth and loves to use it. It’s a great lesson, watching Lou get her off twice with four fingers inside her. Watching, from where she is on the bed, flat on her back and feeling the warm, fucked-out glow, watching as Lou slides her fingers out and then puts them right back into her mouth, never breaking Constance’s gaze.
She’s a real skeptic about this whole coming untouched thing, but Jesus, if there was ever a day when she was swayed, that’s the one.
After, Lou does call her back on more jobs. They don’t always fuck after said jobs are completed, but most of the time, she ends up in Lou’s bedroom when they’re done. It’s something to look forward to.
Four years after she first meets Lou, she finishes up yet another game of three-card monte and steals a watch and then looks up to see Lou standing in front of her, beside a gorgeous brunette who’s watching her and looking impressed.
“Hey, Constance,” Lou says, easy smile and all. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
“I’m Debbie,” the brunette says, extending a hand. “We have an offer to make.”
And it’s professional, and Constance knows it, and her blood is already running hot at the thought of yet another con, but she doesn’t miss the way Debbie’s eyes roam either, so reminiscent of another first meeting four years ago. Doesn’t miss the heat in Debbie’s eyes and the way she wets her lips.
Constance grins. “I’m interested.”