A thief caught red-handed

Christina giggled nervously as she pulled on the small black thong. A glimpse in the mirror of her bedroom made her see she could just as well be wearing nothing at all. But the small triangle of black satin, held together by some string made her feel more dressed, more comfortable and tonight she could afford no distractions. She had to lay down on the bed to pull up her pants. It felt a bit of silly laying there with her legs in the air pulling up the very tight trousers. But when she stood up and saw how perfectly they followed her figure, hugging her legs, thighs and bottom, they felt perfect. It was not something she’d ever wear in public, but tonight in the dark no-one would see her. They made her feel sexy and dangerous. The knee-high boots she pulled on over them were adjusted by herself, the hard sole replaced by something soft that wouldn’t make a sound in the night. She pulled on her black leather jacket that fitted her body just as tightly and admired the effect in the mirror. She looked perfect, just like in the movies, she decided. She picked up the black ski-mask that would hide her identity and grabbed her backpack before leaving through her bedroom window.
In the dark she made her way to an inconspicuous building just a few blocks away. Inside this building was stored the private collection of a wealthy lady in the city. There was only one security guard. She knew because she had hired him herself. She wasn’t really going to steal from anyone – not on her first night anyway – she was breaking into her own property, just to feel the trill, to experience her fantasy.

Nothing could go wrong, she knew the security system, knew where she could enter without being detected and which path to follow so that the guard wouldn’t see her on the camera’s in the surveillance room. Some might say it would be too easy because she knew, that it wouldn’t be a real experience. But that’s not how she felt as she slipped inside through the window, skulking through the hallways, pressing her back against the wall when necessary to avoid a camera.
But suddenly a voiced boomed in the room. ‘Halt! Who is there?’ She froze on the spot. The guard hadn’t been sitting in the surveillance room, but was patrolling the hallways. She started imagining her getaway, already seeing herself dodging the light from his flash-light as she ran through the building. Her heart beat had increased and she checked if her mask was still in place. Suddenly the lights went on. No security-guard stumbling in the dark waving his flash-light about like in the movies she realised as the man stared right at her. She hadn’t seen him in his uniform yet and had to admit he looked very intimidating, of course the gun he had pointed at her helped as well. Rubber bullets, she knew, but that didn’t make her any less scared. A good cat-burgler I make. She thought of herself mockingly, caught on my first night out.
‘Well well, what have I caught today.’ The guard said. ‘Looks like a little lady who thinks herself a thief.’ Christine was glad the ski-mask hid her blush. She could tell him who she was, before he’d call the cops, but she felt too embarrassed. Perhaps she could try to escape at some point, to save her dignity. For now she surrendered to him when he told her to turn around so he could put his handcuffs around her wrists. He pulled her along by her elbow to the surveillance room, probably intent on keeping her there until the authorities arrived. She wondered if he would pull off her mask before he made the call, it would solve one problem, but she still hoped he wouldn’t find out who she was.
Arrived in the small room he didn’t make any efforts to do either however, he didn’t call anyone, nor did he take off her mask. He took a chair and placed it in the middle of the room. ‘I have my own way of dealing with thieves.’ He said. ‘Especially with ones as pretty as you.’