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.Returns on Investments	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Leverage Views: 3448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is inspired by, but not loyal to, the show Leverage. I do not own Leverage.. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Bradley was still laughing when the giant's hand grabbed her up.
"Lemme go!" she shouted, kicking and slapping as he removed her from the cage.
"Okay," he said and let go. He was probably expecting her to scream, or to scramble at his hand. She twisted on his palm, bumping herself off of him with one hip.
The edge of the cage wall was right beneath her. She slapped at it to slow and control her fall but didn't grab ahold. That'd put her motionless way too close to his hands.
She aimed for the edge of the table the cage sat on. Only a little bit extended but it would be enough to land on. It wasn't nearly as hard a landing as she'd expected. Her automatic response to the impact, flexing her legs to absorb her momentum, shot her off and back, under Corey's arm.
"Hey!" he shouted, still staring down at the table where she had been for a moment.
Bradley grabbed his elbow and swung away. She had time for two flips in the air before landing on the pool table. Two steps and she was on her belly, slithering towards a hole.
She'd taken a couple of these apart one time, smuggling stolen goods in the ball channels. The balls obeyed gravity, but there was still room for someone as small as her to hide.
Too late, she discovered that the holes were served by bags made of leather strips, not the channels she'd expected.
Her head wedged between the strips, her feet sticking up into the air, she was stuck. She groaned and kicked, trying to free herself.
"Gotcha!" Corey shouted. She felt fingers grab at her shins and swore. He lifted her up and dangled her before his face. "That's enough of your shit," he said.
"That reminds me," she said. "The toilet on the bus is stopped up."
"There is no toilet on the bus," he growled.
"That's probably why it won't flush any more," she said. She tried to shrug. Upside down, with her arms hanging loose, she wasn't sure if she carried it off.
He turned and dropped her into the tub. She tumbled across the bottom and sat up, spitting hot soapy water out.
Corey pumped some liquid soap onto one hand and spread it across palm and fingers. "Come here, you," he said in what he probably thought was a husky voice. It just reminded her of old smokers in murky dives.
Two fingers pinched her rib cage under her armpits and raised her to the soapy palm. She expected him to grope her, but he flung her face-down on the palm.
Then two fingers pinched her butt cheeks together and started rubbing her back and forth. Her breasts and belly slid over the bumps of his hand and fingers.
"Hey!" she protested. "That hurts!"
"Bite me," he said. She twisted her face and opened her mouth.
He let go of her butt and forced her face down into a curd of suds. She tried to bite, but then breathing became more important. She twisted and sputtered.
Corey simply rotated his hand and dropped her into the water again. She gasped a lungful on the way down and tried to spread out to lessen the impact.
Quick as a wink, he grabbed her ankles and lifted them up. She lay on her back, everything above mid-thigh submerged.
Strangely, she didn't feel as if she was drowning. Her lungs were fairly full and there was only a light pressure demanding that she breathe.
Bradley was too canny to let him know that she could hold her breath for a while, now. She punched and waved desperately as if she was drowning, then carefully lessened her efforts. Just as she waved her hand towards his face, then let it fall, he lifted her up and out.
She gasped and choked, upside down again.
"You are not being cooperative tonight, my dear," he said. The hand with the towel was much rougher than it had been with Meryl. "I had been thinking of letting you wear the Catwoman costume, what with being a beautiful burglar. But now…"
He had her stand in the corner of the table where it backed into the corner of the basement room. She held herself up with hands on her knees as if she were worn out.
Actually, if he blinked, she could probably get past him. But maybe that should wait for a bit. She gasped and watched him through a curl of wet hair.
He pulled out another pair of panties and held them out for her. She held one knuckle to steady herself and stepped into them. His fingers traced her legs as he lifted them up to her ass.
They fit nicely. She felt the elastic with a thumb as she adjusted them. They were real, not doll clothes. "Where did you get these?" she asked.
"Internet," he replied. He also groped her as he dressed her in thigh-high stockings. The bra was and wasn't real. The material felt real, the stitching was to the right scale, but the hook was a doll's clothing snap.
Corey shoved a finger between her breasts and pushed the snap closed with his thumb.
There was one metal snap just like it on the white collared shirt he put on her. He closed that the same way, groping the same breasts.
Finally he took out a plaid skirt. "A Catholic school girl?" she asked. "The only time I've been in one of those schools was to steal a nun's habit!"
"I think it's perfect for you. A beautiful little hellion." He finished dressing her and zipped the skirt. "And next time you fuck up, I'll paddle your ass with a yardstick."
"A shrunken yard stick?" she asked. "To keep to the theme?"
"No," he said. "A real yardstick, for real punishment." She swallowed with an audible gulp.
He raised her to the cage and lowered her down.
She landed next to the other women. Meryl covered her face, failing to hide a smile. Kira laughed out loud.
"Just wait," Bradley promised. "I saw what he's got waiting for you in the bag." No one had ever been able to tell when she was lying and now was no exception.
"What?" the other two asked. She just smiled and shook her head, wondering what it would turn out to be.
They looked over when Ellie screamed.
Corey had opened up the bus. He grumbled about the condition of the plastic toilet and wiped it clean. He replaced the cage lid as he disposed of the mess and put a cardboard outhouse together.
Ellie had screamed when the light burst in on her, then again when the counter she was on unfolded into a hot tub. She fell to her knees on the pool bottom and shouted Meryl's name.
The larger woman scooped her up once more and hugged her close. "What's going on, Merry? What the hell's going on?"
"You're in hell," Corey said in that phlegm-full voice. Ellie looked up at the giant face and fainted. "Ha!"
"You fucking bastard!" Kira shouted up at him.
"Hey, if she had had her way, I'd probably be breathing through my elbow right now. I got no remorse for fucking with someone that tried to beat me up." He reached down. Kira braced herself to be grabbed but the hand went to Meryl. "Give her to me."
"No!"
"Oh, I won't hurt her. Just manhandle her a bit, groping and dressing her. You think I should wait until she's awake for that?" He waited patiently until Meryl hand Ellie over. She kissed the tiny cheek and ran a hand through the little one's hair.
Bradley wasn't sure if Meryl was sweet on Ellie for some reason, or was trying to manipulate Corey into being gentle. Either way, it seemed to quiet him down.
His groping was perfunctory, then he slid her legs into a pre-tied diaper and lowered her back to Meryl's lap. He had been so careful that none of her scabs had broken open.
"A diaper?" Kira asked.
"It seemed appropriate," he said absently, eyes on the brunette as she stroked her ward's hair. "I mean, demeaning as hell. Well, Boobsie, your turn."
"Saved the best for last, did you?" she sneered. He laughed and grabbed her up.
Kira's figure seemed to fascinate him more than the others had. "Of course," Bradley snorted.
They watched as he bounced the breasts and cupped the ass. He spread her knees and stroked her inner thighs. He lightly pressed her belly button and slowly reached to finger her pussy.
She kept up a conversation the whole time. Or tried to.
"So. Corey. Lots of doll clothes. You ordered them off the internet?"
"Mmm hmm," he hummed. Fingers moved her shoulders back, thrusting the breasts out.
"Well, you would have had to order them before you shrank us. You'd have had to gotten them before you even met us."
"Not really," he replied.
"No, no one ships THAT fast. You play with Barbie dolls and sexy outfits?"
"Sort of."
"What? You do play with dolls? In a kinky way?"
"What?" He actually looked at her face. "No, no. I got these this afternoon. There's an outlet for this internet store in town. You buy enough videos from the place, they let you know where the shop is."
"What sort of videos?" He twisted her around to part her ass cheeks. She squirmed to keep her face in view of his. "Sexy dolls?"
"Shrinking. Sexy shrinking. The Every Little Thing Shop has some amazing special effects in their videos." He stepped over to the tub of soapy water and held her over it. "You can get doll costumes just like the ones the actress wears. So I got a few for you guys."
"Well, it's better than being naked," she assured him. "So thank you."
"Not much better," Meryl muttered under her breath. Bradley nodded. Kira placed her hands on two of the fingers wrapped around her.
"So? Water?"
"In a minute," he said. He opened his pants with his free hand. His enormous erection burst into view. Bradley and Meryl each flinched back. Kira gasped in surprise.
Corey awkwardly pumped some soap into his hand and worked up a lather. Then he stroked himself, lubricating that pants monster.
But for all the size, it kept disappearing into his fist, Bradley noticed. Sure, the thing was huge, but hanging off the giant, it just wasn't all that gigantic. If she had to estimate…
She closed her eyes. She'd shaken hands with him at the bank. Her hand was…Okay, so that made him… "Three inches," she said softly.
"Three and a half," Meryl replied. Kira probably finished the same calculations at the same time, Bradley suspected. That was about when the con artist started talking up the penis.
"My God, Corey! It's so HUGE!"
"Yeah," he growled. "It is, isn't it?"
"What are you going to do with that? What are you going to do to me? With that?"
"Not sure," he said. "But damn, it's going to be fun to find out."
With his erection hard and lathered he pulled her close. His thumb stroked suds across her belly and thighs. She frantically spread some of it across her breasts.
Corey gently rubbed the tip of his cock along her torso. The purple helmet bunched and stretched as it dragged over her taut skin.
She moaned and spread her legs to clamp along the sides. He moaned and pressed a bit harder. He let go of his cock and held her with both hands.
Gripped at shoulders and ass, she was bobbed up and down with increasing frequency. The length of him slithered across the lathered areas.
"He should wet that back down," Bradley muttered softly.
"Yes," Meryl replied as softly. "You'd think Rosie would have taught him to avoid dry spots." Bradley looked around the cage and the room beyond, trying to figure how which Rosie she knew could have taught Corey anything.
Across the expanse of empty table, the soap suds were all rubbed away from the cock and it's path on Kira's belly.
Corey was moaning deeply while Kira started to hiss. She looked to be getting a serious Indian burn on her pubic bulge. Then the skin to skin contact started to squeak. The cock stopped sliding. The soft head stretched one last time, doing a half-somersault over his own hardness.
He yipped and dropped his unasked partner, grabbing himself with both hands. "What did you do to me, bitch?" he shouted.
Kira's head rose into view. She spat and coughed, little bubbles billowing out from her mouth and nose. "Me? You gave me a rug burn from here to here!" She showed him the red welted area. "Next time, spend the money for an actual lubricant, asshole."

"Whoops," Bradley said. "It'll be hard to get his trust back after that outburst."
"Not really," Meryl replied. "Just watch."
Corey was wiping gently at his penis, holding it gingerly between two fingers. "It was feeling so good, then it burned." He gently replaced his cock and zipped up his pants. When he looked down at Kira, she had covered her breasts with suds and was rubbing them gently.
His jaw dropped the littlest bit as she lifted them and fingered her nipples. "Thank God," she was saying. "I was afraid you'd start to hurt the twins. They were taking a pounding, but it felt so, so good."
"They're not…um… Are they okay?" he asked.
"I don't know." She scooped up a handful of water and rinsed one boob. "How does it look?"
"Like, uh, it needs to be kissed better," he said. She rinsed the other one. "That one, too."
"Well… If you apologize for hurting my tummy, you can kiss them. Once each." He lifted her carefully and gently bussed each breast.
Then anger clouded his face. "Wait a minute. I decide how many times I kiss these things." He pursed his lips and sucked up each breast one at a time. Kira kicked happily and cooed as he worked them with lips and tongue.
Bradley rolled her eyes. That was it. Next time she had the money, she was getting some substantial knockers. They were like remote controls. And any penis was the antenna.
The rest of the bath was much the same. He rubbed her dry with a towel and reached into the bag.
Metal clinked as he lifted the costume. The three conscious women stared at the assembly, trying to see how it would fit as clothing.
"The woman at the shop said the metal bikini might be uncomfortable at first," he told Kira. "But it's soft enough, I can bend it around my thumb or a knuckle to fit your figure."
He stood her on the table and started to put the bikini top around her chest.
"OH!" Bradley shouted. "Princess Leia!"
"Jabba's slave," Meryl added. Kira grit her teeth and forced a smile.
They watched him finish dressing Kira with the bikini bottom and the floor-length front and back panels. He glanced at the jeweled arm band, but tossed it back in the bag. Nothing else came out.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up to inspect. She wriggled in his grasp, kicking her feet but only using the shins. He clearly found it enticing and ran his fingertip along her ass and thighs.
"Your muscles flex so… wonderfully," he said softly.
"A real Shakespeare," Meryl said even more softly.
Corey's finger started to move in figure 8's across her ass cheeks. He was clearly considering undressing her again. Bradley wondered how it would turn out this time.
Meryl leaned over and gently pushed her shoulder against the blonde's. "What?" Bradley asked. Meryl raised her eyebrows and nodded at the scene before them. Oh. Right. The con artists couldn't tell him not to do something. Not until they figured out a plan. So it was up to the woman he was already mad at. She took a deep breath and a step away from her senior partner.
"You know," she said, "I've never had one of those…"
"One of what?" the man asked without looking away from his curvy toy.
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