His car was finally gone! For weeks Kat had been casing this place out, eyeing the home's neat stonework and cliché white picket fence, dreaming of the jewels that surely awaited her within. You see, Kat stole for a living, and she was damn good at it. Or at least that's what she was thinking as she cased the area, then quickly adjusted her tight black yogas and tightfitting longsleeve before making her careful approach.
The front door was no good, of course, but she'd seen this guy leave numerous times and he set no alarm. Smiling like she was clever, she slunk to the 6 foot fence into the backyard and with a suppressed grunt she vaulted up and over.
Perfect!
Only it wasn't, as her trip back down the other side went awry. She fell in a disheveled pile on the ground, but undeniably into the protected yard. "Fuck."
Standing, she grumbled and took a moment to shove her wavy red hair back into her bulky stocking cap. Lord knows how difficult it is to stay inconspicuous with such a literal red flag on her head, but the stubborn girl wouldn't dye it, at age 22 she was a bombshell and the hair put her into goddess-range with the guys.
She sighed and dusted off her front, wiggling her chest to get her large firm breasts - also a liability, but what can you do? - to behave. "Now, let's get the goodies," She muttered to herself, now in total burglar mode as she slithered through the shadows to the rear door. It was an older structure, but obviously renovated and sound, richly decorated and closely cared for.
"Fuck again!" The door was locked, but Kat was a professional, she had prepared for this. She was halfway through wrapping her fist in one of her old t-shirts to smash the glass when she stopped dead and chuckled softly. Straight ahead was a window cracked open. Perfect. She crept up to it, gazing into the dark room for a long time, pausing to listen for anything out of place. The coast evidently clear, she pushed the window open as wide as the grin on her face. But the window was much older than it looked, taking most of her strength to force open as she muscled it wide enough for her body. It'd be a tight fit, but she'd been through worse. She was a professional after all!
Kat pushed her trim body through, head and neck going through easily, but coming to her shoulders she found that the only way to go was to extend one arm forward and shimmy her damned big tits through. Finally - after a little more chafing than was pleasant - the burglar gave one big push and they popped through, but of course the extra momentum threw her hips into the frame behind her. Before she could even curse, there was a loud scraping noise and a crack, then something heavy slammed down on her lower back - the window had come down and pinned her in place!
"Oh come on!" She grunted, thrashing up and down, back and forth, but the stupid thing was jammed. "Jesus, this can't get any worse," she groaned as she struggled.
But it did.
From the interior of the room came a confused groan and a rustling, then a soft click of a lamp and dim light flashed at Kat. "Oh god," She gasped, freaking out inside as she went completely still. A body sat up.
Shit, it's the homeowner
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Athletic, tanned, and very much confused, Ben sat up from his sleep and just stared at Kat. She stared back. A second passed and his jaw dropped open, seeing her crimson hair tumbling out of her incognito hat and thin gloves over sticky fingers. Time stretched on, seeming to stop in this moment of utter surprise for both parties.
"You're supposed to be gone! What the fuck?!" Kat yelled, snapping out of it. She was pissed, beyond pissed. What the hell is this guy's deal, being here when she showed up to rob him blind.
Ben shook his head and sat up further, ignoring the cool breeze on his bare chest as he tried to collect his thoughts. "So when my car goes to the shop, a girl gets stuck in my window?"
"Hey I'm like 23! I'm not some girl. And I'm not stuck, you're not supposed to be here!" She shifted against the window again but it held snug, mocking her with its firm hold on her hips.
He cocked his head curiously at her situation. "No, you definitely look stuck. Wow, you must be a pretty shitty burglar to get stuck in a window while your mark is asleep in the same room."
Kat growled furiously. "I'm a pro, this shit doesn't normally happen!"
"A pro! Exactly how many times have you gotten stuck in a window?" He questioned, actually laughing.
"I've robbed plenty of places, jerk!" She said in a huff.
Ok like two, but I got away with them!
"Nah, I don't believe you," Ben said with a knowing shake of his head. "C'mon you can't be much younger than me, what's your name anyway?"
"Why the hell do you care? Why aren't you like calling the cops or something?!" she demanded.
"What, you going somewhere? When am I ever going to see something like this again?" He asked, laughing again. "Name?"
Kat looked at him long and hard, but his smiling face was impossible to read. Confused, she slumped into a pout. "It's Kat."
"Ha, good one! Kat, the Burglar. You think I'm an idiot?" He threw his head back to chuckle further.
"Seriously, it is too Kat! That's just kinda a funny coincidence, asshole!" She barked back at him, her stubbornness taking hold.
"Whatever you say, Kat Burglar, but I'd start talking nicer to me if I were you. I'm not the one stuck in the window," Ben said soberly.
"This is getting too weird, just get me out of this thing and let me go!" Kat demanded.
