The phantom thief

Rachel Mckenzie, better known to the world as "Miss R", was a kleptomaniac from a young age. It started with stealing crayons from her kindergarten, then lunchboxes in primary school, wallets in secondary school, until this bad habit eventually led to her stealing pieces of priceless jewelry and diamonds from highly-guarded displays. Really, it was a slippery slope.

As she started upgrading from shoplifting to stealing from more high profile jewellery shops and even museums, she had decided to make a game out of it. Just for the thrill, she left a black card with the words "Miss R" stencilled on it in red at the scenes of the crimes. She had always stole like second nature, a habit as natural as breathing, yet when the news actually started noticing her sprees and started speculating, what better way to rile them up than making it look like the work of a master criminal? She even got more daring, wearing a child's fox mask and a tight black latex outfit that revealed her supple curves on her heists while intentionally appearing in front of security cameras. Her confidence slowly grew as she felt the joys in toying with police, but her overconfidence led to her downfall.

In all her 26 years of life, Rachel Mckenzie had never thought the day would come when she would be caught, yet overconfidence was a slow and lethal killer that struck when you least expected it. A loose strand of her auburn fell to the ground during one of her daring heists at night, and that was all the DNA evidence needed. Rachel was back at home admiring her fresh catch after a heist when the police burst down the door, catching her with the spoils and damning her further when they found her outfit in the closet.

The sentence? 70 years in prison, with the news outlets practically plastering her face front and center on broadcast and in the papers, putting the spotlight on the long-awaited karma payback for a 6-year stealing spree.

But just 2 months in, Rachel broke out. She was crafty like that. With the sacrifice of her orange prison uniform and the help of pillows to make it look she was taking a nap in bed for those checking up on her, Rachel crawled nude through a tunnel she had dug in the wall area covered by her bed. She exited through the other end of the hole to a dark corner of the boiler room that would be easily missed by those not looking hard enough.

"Can't keep me down." She smirked to herself as she ran nude through various curves and winding hallways of the prison, even stealing the sunglasses off a sleeping guard. Her massive ass and tits kept clapping as she ran, each step closer to freedom.

After making sure the exit was clear and all guards were distracted or looking away, Rachel leapt forward from the second window down past the barbed wire fence, breaking her fall using the soft grass leading to the forested area beside the prison.

"I'm free!" The nude thief pumped her first in ecstacy.