of course, I'm unemployed

"So? What's it? Do you accept the job offer?" Nikki asks again.

I nod. "No other option at the moment."

Nikki gives me a final deepthroat, forcing me to release another load into her throat. She grins while licking the cum off her lips. After putting on our clothes, we get back into the car. She drives towards an electronic gate which opens when she taps one of her cards at the sensor along the driver's side. We continue into the 'upper class' section-- along large lawns punctuated by houses with a classic facade.

We pause at a corner as Nikki pulls out an infrared monocular. She aims it at the lawn on her left. "That lawn is protected by 'invisible' light," she says, handing me the monocular.

I view the lawn through the monocular and notice thin red lines of light crisscrossing it.

"You run through that and you'll set off some alarms. Or maybe a German shepherd would then be chasing you."

"So if that was a client, how would I complete the task?"

"That's why you have to prepare-- and be openly creative for any opportunity that might arise." Just then, Nikki's phone buzzes. "Oh, finally here's one."

"What does it say?" I ask with curiousity.

Nikki shows me the text message. "105 Mapleton Road, 10 pm. No dogs. Windows unlocked. Avoid lawn. BCG/F"

"We're on Mapleton Road, right?"

"No. It's that road to the left and the next intersection." She starts the car and moves toward the intersection.

'BCG'? Who's that?"

"It means 'blindfolded, cuffed, and gagged,'" she says, parking in a secluded shoulder of the road.

"And 'F' stands for 'fucked'?"

"No, it means 'female'. The client wants a female thief."

"You mean there are other 'thieves'?"

"You don't need to know how many."

"So, are you going to take it?'

"Let me check. It's the third house from here. Maybe I should take it." Nikki replies "going" to the text message and then receives a "confirmed" messsage. "Wait here. See you in 30 minutes."

I watch her don a type B polyurethane leather face mask which only had eyeholes. She then proceeds to the path leading to the house, then scales a trellis on the side of a the wall. She opens the window and-- she is in. It took her just a little over 5 minutes.

The light in the room she entered is suddenly turned off. Then, I don't see anything else.

Minutes pass. I look around. Not a sign of anyone. This neighborhood is really peaceful. I check my phone-- 40 minutes have passed. "Why has Nikki not returned? Did something go wrong? Should I go and check?" I say to myself.