The Fun Begins

Before you could respond, the sharp click of heels grew louder, rushing toward the room. Another woman had entered.

She was shorter than the redhead—Jess, you now knew—but appeared about the same age. Her dark hair framed her face in a sleek bob, and she wore a black crop top paired with a tight mini skirt. Her black heels revealed painted toes, completing her all-black ensemble.

“Jess, what’s taking so long in here?” she asked, addressing Jess. But as she moved further into the room, her gaze fell upon you—still standing in Jess’s wardrobe, with Jess blocking any hope of escape.

“What… is that, Jess? And why on earth is he wearing that?” she burst out, laughing, joining in your humiliation.

Jess shot her a smirk. “Well, Chloe, I caught this… Spandex panty sniffer in my wardrobe. Been mocking him a bit; he keeps getting all flustered. Honestly, it’s kind of fun.”

A rush of anger rose in you, but her words once again shut you down. You weren’t some creep—just a cat burglar, there to grab some jewels. But the more she taunted you with that name, the harder it became to fight back, leaving you silent under her ridicule.

Your attention shifted to Chloe now, and you couldn’t help but notice how striking she was. Her toned frame, wrapped in that tight mini skirt, demanded your attention, and your eyes trailed down to those subtle black heels. Before you realized how long you’d been staring, Chloe stepped in front of you. With a sudden move, she grasped you by the neck, pinning you firmly to the back of the wardrobe with one hand. Her strength was shocking.

“Like what you see, perv?” she spat, tightening her grip. Her small frame belied a **** that left you stunned and helpless as she held you in place.

Jess intervened, placing a calming hand on Chloe’s shoulder. As Chloe released you, you stumbled forward, coughing, relief flooding over you. “So, tell me,” Jess said, a smirk playing on her lips, “what is it you like?”

You stammered, words fumbling. “Uh… I… erm…”

But Jess raised a single finger, and you fell silent, unable to continue. That single gesture was enough to strip you of any power you once held. Not long ago, you were a skilled cat burglar; now you were rendered mute, powerless under her gaze.

“Chloe,” Jess continued, her tone turning devious, “why don’t we have a little fun with him? He’s clearly just a weak little thing. Look at him—what a joke. You nearly flattened him with one hand. This’ll be the best entertainment for us tonight.”

Chloe’s eyes sparkled, a smile spreading across her face. “Only if I get the first turn,” she replied. Without warning, she yanked you by the hair, pulling you out of the wardrobe. You stumbled to all fours, but she didn’t let go, forcing you to crawl behind her. All you could see were those elegant heels clicking rhythmically against the floor as she dragged you forward.

On hands and knees, you followed, each step taking you closer to whatever fate they had planned.