The neighborhood Larry drove down was a quiet, upscale suburban street. Well tended green lawns led up to pleasant brick buildings with nice cars parked out front. Most of the residents were doctors or lawyers or other professionals. Rich, but not rich enough to have a lot of security around their houses. Which was what brought Larry here this evening.
Normally, Larry preferred an unmarked van, the kind used by plumbers or electricians, or other help. No one questioned seeing a workman around during the day, fixing the house while the owners were at work and the children at school. But after five o’clock, that would look out of place. Instead, for this job, Larry had borrowed a black luxury sedan. Not as much room in the back for loot, sure, but it would get fewer looks from neighbors. Maybe they’d be less likely to remember it when the police came by. And if it didn’t, the car had a set of false plates on it, just in case.
“2308...2309, 2310.” Larry nodded, spotting the house he’d chosen. It was a bit smaller than some of the more ostentatious houses on the street, but he was sure the pickings here would be just as good. Larry parked the car on the side of the street a few houses down and walked up to it. He was dressed casually, in a white polo and khakis. Slung over one shoulder was a leather travelling bag, with Larry’s tools.
Standing at the front door, it took less than a minute for Larry to don a pair of leather gloves, pull out his lockpicks and unlock the front door. Slowly, he eased it open. No alarm sounded, as expected. While casing the place in preparation, he’d noticed the young woman who lived here only turned the burglar alarm on at night, before she went to bed. One of the reasons he’d selected her house for his target.
“Hello?” Larry called out into the house. Had there been a reply, he would have been able to run for his car before being spotted, but there was no reply. Another thing he had learned while watching was that the owner of the house went out to dinner every Friday evening with her boyfriend. She usually didn’t get back until 1 or 2 in the morning, assuming she didn’t spend the night over at his house. “Plenty of time for me to clean this place out…” Larry thought. Pulling out a large cloth sack, he went to work…
***
“Well that was an evening wasted…” Katherine complained to herself as she pulled her car into the driveway. After leaving work at the law firm, Katherine was headed to the restaurant and reserved their usual table. She’d ordered a glass of wine to keep her while she waited for Chad to arrive. Half an hour later, he’d called, saying that something big had come up at the firm and he would, unfortunately have to move their dinner date to another day. “If he’s so lucky…” she muttered. She knew, by tomorrow morning she’d have completely forgotten her anger, but for now she was enjoying fuming at her stupid boyfriend.
The young woman got out of the car. Her high heels clicked against the paving stones as she walked up to the front door. Katherine was still wearing the outfit she’d worn to work today: a grey silk vest over a white dress blouse, a grey wool skirt, dark stockings and black heels. Her light blonde hair was cut short.
“That’s odd…” Katherine thought to herself as she tried her key. The front door was already unlocked. Katherine shrugged. She’d been pretty busy that morning. The firm was getting ready for a big case in two days, it wasn’t surprising in the rush she’d forgotten to lock the door. With a sigh, she stepped inside and kicked the door shut. “Guess I’ll spend the evening curled up on the couch with a movie on…” she thought, walking to the bedroom.
There, Katherine started getting undressed, intending to slip into something more comfortable. Firstly, she kicked her heels off, sighing in relief as she felt soft carpet underneath her stockinged toes. Next, Katherine unbuttoned her vest and slid it off. Unzipping her skirt, she let it fall to the ground around her ankles. Finally, she undid her blouse and took it off. Underneath, Katherine was wearing a white tank top and a pair of black, silk panties.
With a smile, Katherine turned for the moment to look over her figure in the mirror beside her closet. It took her a moment to notice the bathroom door was open. Another moment before she saw the man creeping up beside her. By that point it was too late.
Katherine’s eyes widened in shock as a gloved hand was clamped over her mouth...
***
Larry was in the bedroom, working on opening the owner’s jewelry box when he heard the door open. “Crap.” Larry thought. He could hear someone walking towards the bedroom. Grabbing the half-filled sack of loot, the burglar quickly ran to the bathroom. He closed the door just as the bedroom door opened.
Larry listened to the woman moving around the room. Luckily, it sounded like she was alone. Opening up his bag, Larry pulled out a ski mask and put it on. Though he usually tried to break in when no one was home, this wasn't the first time somebody had come home while Larry was still there. He was prepared. He had a packet of half a dozen plastic zip-cuffs, to secure the unlucky homeowner while he made his escape. And to ensure her compliance: a small, silver handgun, unloaded, though of course she didn’t know that.
Moving as quietly as he could, Larry crept out of the bathroom towards the young woman. She was standing with her back towards him, dressed in only her underwear. Adrenaline pumping, Larry lept forward, slapping one hand over her mouth to stifle the lady’s cry of shock. His other hand pressed the barrel of the pistol into her side.
“Not a peep or you’re dead, bitch! Understand!” Larry growled into her ear, in as mean and gruff a voice as he could manage. It must have worked. The young woman went pale. She hurriedly nodded, raising her hands. “Good. Get on the bed!” Releasing his captive, he gave her a strong shove towards the large bed. She squealed, falling forward, onto the mattress on her belly.
Larry didn’t give her a chance to get up. Taking two of the zip-cuffs, he quickly slipped one loop around Katherine's left ankle. Grabbing her right wrist, he slid it into the second loop and pulled both tight. She cried out as the plastic dug into her skin. Ignoring her complaints, Larry did the same thing cuffing her left hand to her right leg. She now lay on the bed, bent back in a makeshift hogtie by the plastic cuffs.
“Please...don’t hurt me.” The young woman begged, tears welling up. Larry decided he needed to do something about her ability to speak. He walked over to her closet and looked for something to use. “Just take whatever you want and go. You don’t have to mmmppphhh!!!” Katherine’s pleas were cut off as Larry stuffed a pair of wadded up panties into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, he quickly slipped the silk scarf he’d found between her teeth and tied it off behind her head.
“MMMPPPHHH! MMMPPPHHH!!!” Katherine groaned into her gag, squirming around on the bed. Larry stepped back, to watch, making sure she was completely helpless. Now that the rush of the moment was over, though, he began to notice how pretty his unhappy captive was. Especially the way her skimpy under clothes showed off her young, lithe figure as she wriggled around on the bed.
Originally, Larry had been planning on leaving, just as soon as he’d made sure Katherine couldn’t alert the police any time soon. But thinking about it now… “Can you hold on for a minute?” Larry said to his captive with a grin. Turning, he pulled out his phone. He quickly dialed a number. After a couple rings, the other man picked up.
“Hey Pete. It’s me, Larry.” Pete was Larry’s fence. “I’m just wrapping up a job here and there was a bit of trouble. The lady of the house came home a little early. You remember that outfit you told me about earlier? You said they’d pay good money for a hot piece of ass? Yeah them. Think you can get in touch with them, set up a meeting? I’ve got something they might be interested in. Thanks!” Hanging up, he turned to his captive. “Well, lady. Looks like you won’t be spending the evening at home after all. We’re going for a little ride…”