Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves

by Arty

"Friday, my frolicsome friend, time to get up."

Friday murmurs quietly and shrugs off the hand that is resting on her bare shoulder. The movement causes the blanket to slip and exposes the upper curve of Friday's breast. Suppressing the urge to suckle gently on the exposed skin, Ali blows gently in Fridays ear.

"Wake up! We have work to do."

"Okay, Okay. There's no need to shout; I'm awake."

"In that case, get your luscious body out of my bed and into some clothes before I forget what I woke you for!"

Ali and Friday, pull on their 'uniform' for tonight's work, then Ali slips away to wake the rest of her band. While everyone else is getting dressed, Ali considers the conditions. The moon is almost setting, which means that soon the night will be at its darkest. She gathers everyone together.

"Right my 'Flirty Thieves'", the group giggle at this appellation, "soon the moon will have set and then we can be on our way. Bree, Cat have you got the empty containers?" Bree and Cat nod at this question. "Friday have you charged up the 'catcher?"

Friday looks at the meter on the contraption that she is holding. "Fully charged." She holds up her other hand. "I have spare power packs, too."

"Right let's get going then."

The intrepid band set off through the trees. They are using the last of the moonlight to light their way while in the forest. If they have judged it correctly the moon will have set just before they reach their objective. And of course they have, as they break free from the trees, the moon, bloated by its proximity to the horizon, slips behind a hill. The group stands still while their eyes adjust to the starlight. A giggle, hastily muffled, betrays the excitement that they all are feeling. Slowly and carefully they creep toward the first of the cottages that they are to visit tonight.

Ali peers through the opened bedroom window, she motions to Friday to bring the 'catcher to her. The sounds of gentle snoring are clearer now as Ali slowly and carefully opens the window to its widest extent. Friday points the contraption at the sleeping figure and pulls the trigger. Nothing seems to happen except that the sleeping figure is suddenly still. Friday looks at the glass bulb that is attached to the stock of the 'catcher. Where before it had been empty, now it was filled with a sparkling cloud that glowed gently and scintillated with a myriad colours.

"It looks like a good one."

The snoring continues and returns to its original volume as Ali closes the window back the way it was. By the time she has rejoined Friday and the rest, Bree is holding the filled glass bulb and Friday is replacing it with an empty one. Bree holds the bulb to her forehead. She groans.

"Ooooo. That's a good one!"

Into her mind, as if from a distance, Bree can see a lake, brightly lit by moonlight. In the foreground a man and two women are making love. A beautiful, Indian-looking woman had the man's penis in her mouth. The tall blonde woman was industriously eating out the other woman and the man was completing the circle, by applying the same techniques to the tall blonde.

"Nick was certainly having fun tonight!"

Carefully Bree places the glass bulb in a net bag. And now the gang make their way to the next cottage. This was a repeat of the first and in this way the band of thieves makes their way quietly around all the cottages in the clearing. As they approach the last of the cottages that they are due to visit tonight, the brightest lights they have ever seen suddenly blind them.

"Well, well. If it ain't Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves."

"Oh hi Sheriff, fancy meeting you here."

"And who else is here? Frolicsome Friday, Cunning Cat and Bashful Bree. Looks like we have the whole set!"

The Sheriff grins a satisfied grin. Oh what fun he was going to have tonight! By now the noise of the Sheriff and his Deputies has awakened the inhabitants of the cottages and Ali and her gang are being led to the brightly lit lawn in the centre of the clearing. The four women all dressed in black are led to the centre of the grass and they are brought face to face with the four sawhorses that now adorn the green. Things do not look good for the four thieves. While the women are contemplating their fate, Frank the village chief is making his way to the front of the crowd.

"Well done Sheriff. Looks like you have caught them all."

"Yes sirree! You want I should take 'em away or shall we deal with them here?"

"Oh I think we can handle this quite well here. Don't you think?" Frank turns to Ali and the rest of the women who are looking warily at the crowd that surrounds them and at the Mean Sheriff and his deputies. "Do you want to tell us who you were stealing our dreams for?"

"Never! There's honour amongst thieves."

"Sheriff, don't you think that they may be hiding something under all that clothing - a knife may be?"

The Sheriff looks at the women who are dressed in the tightest cat suits that you can imagine and contemplates the impossibility of them even wearing underwear under them, let alone hiding a knife. "Well I can't rightly say. I suppose we'll have to strip 'em down to find out for sure." The women shuffle nervously at this revelation and Friday digs Ali in the ribs.

"All right, I'll tell you; there's no need for all that."

Frank looks at Ali expectantly.

"I don't know his real name, but he goes by the pseudonym of 'Arty'. It's obviously a play on his initials - he's not very original, otherwise why would he have to steal all your dreams?"

Frank laughs at this. "We'll settle his hash later. I think though, it's time for a little 'Fairyland justice'. Now are you going to undress yourselves or do we let the Sheriff show us how it's done?"

The speed with which the women get undressed, shows everyone what they think of the idea of letting the Mean Sheriff demonstrate his stripping technique on them and in a very short time indeed the four women are dressed only in very attractive blushes.

"Now I'm quite willing for this to stop here, but obviously you have been stealing our dreams for some time and that calls for some retribution." Frank pauses while he thinks of the possibilities. "Perhaps a couple of strokes of the strap from everyone that you stole dreams from? And then, maybe, everyone here gets to check that you been well enough punished?" Frank looks at Nick, who nods his acceptance. The rest of the writers gathered around murmur their agreement too.

Ali looks askance at her band of 'Flirty Thieves' numbly they nod their agreement too. Ali turns to Frank, "OK but it stops here?"

"Of course we will have to confiscate your Dreamcatcher, but once we're through here I think we'll all 'forgive and forget'."

The crowd grumbles its agreement.

The Sheriff seeing which way the wind is blowing and putting from his mind the pleasant thought of cavity searching the four women, ushers them over to the sawhorses. It is the work of a moment for the Sheriff and his deputies, experienced as they are, to have them strapped down, their cute little butts waving vulnerably in the air.

Frank produces the strap. "It's made of Unicorn hide, guaranteed to sting and redden but not bruise…" Frank chuckles evilly, "Oh yes, it also has the side-effect of making you come like nothing on earth after every second stroke!"

For Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves it looks like it's going to be a long night! That'll teach 'em not to give in to the blandishments of a sneaky bloke like Arty eh?

-Fin-