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Copyright © 2014 Nicola Nichols
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Blair Erotica Books
This is a work of fiction intended for adults; the people are not actual people but they act like them and a reader would be forgiven for thinking that they were real people. The places are fictional but the author has been in places quite similar. Finally, the story contains graphic depictions of sexual acts and is not suitable for children or those who find sex offensive.
Being a thief, breaking into people's homes for a living, you never know exactly how the job will go, what you'll find. Even if you are careful and thorough there can be surprises. When she's caught by home invaders who think she's the homeowner's girlfriend, when they decide to use her as entertainment, all she can do is play along. Fortunately she likes her entertainment rough.
She came in through the front door, shutting it behind her and entering the code she'd brought into the security system that was beeping to remind her it needed to be placated. After the ninth digit she hit the ENTER key and watched the system give an electronic sigh of relief and go into standby. Buying the codes from the programmer at the security company had been a great investment. For a little cash and sloppy blowjob she'd gotten codes for three houses in the area that she'd targeted. Hitting one a night, starting with the one that would vacant the longest, had already netted a nice haul. This was the third night, the third house. She smiled, enjoying the knowledge that when it came to breaking and entering she was good at what she did.
A quick look around located the door that led into the garage. From inside the garage she easily activated the manual door opener and brought her old station wagon inside and closed it again. She found it so much nicer loading her new possessions in private when that was possible. Then she went into the house, found the safe and opened it. It wasn't much of a safe as such things go, but as good as she was with safes it wouldn't have mattered what kind he had. She had the skills and the time. If it took all night, that didn't matter. Sam Paulson, the owner of this upmarket house had gotten on a plane for Panama City two hours ago. The airline confirmed it. Even if he caught the next plane back, he couldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon, late. By then she'd be aloft in seat 4A (first class) enroute to Brazil.