The basement window

Holding her breath for a second, Nancy wondered how Syd was doing, but over the loud, rhythmic beats blaring from inside the house there was no way she could tell. But her partner was giving her the opportunity, so it was time to move, hoping that the gorgeous black woman and the loud music were enough to mask her entry. Deciding that Yussuff was far more likely to keep the coke stashed in one of the upstairs rooms than in the basement, Nancy decided to try her luck with the rainpipe rather than having to sneak through the entire house. However, as soon as she took a step, she revised her position. From up close she could clearly see that the several of the screws attaching the pipe to the house’s wall had rusted through or were on their way there. While her initiate assessment had left her doubting whether it would hold her weight, she now realized that any climbing attempts here would leave her falling flat on her ass.

“Guess I’ll squeeze through here…” Nancy muttered to herself as she knelt down in front of the small basement window. Her nose crinkled in disgust at the stench that she hoped came from the trash can next to her. The window’s frame, made from weather-worn wood, had ended up warped, which left the pane stuck midway. Running her fingertip over the surface, Nancy mumbled in distaste at the thick layer of dust, realizing that her white tank top would be left utterly soiled.

Sighing, cursing Syd’s stupid plan, the Latina briefly and unsuccessfully tried to open the window a little further, then resigned herself to squeezing through. Hands first, she angled her head, so it would fit through the narrow gap, then pushed through, immediately groaning in frustrated aversion when her face was greeted by a thick layer of dusty spider-webs.

“Yuck!” she muttered, whimpering. Maybe that paperwork hadn’t been so bad… Another short breath to steel herself, then she pushed on. She was a damn professional, dust and spiderwebs wouldn’t stop her.

Opening her eyes, she found that the house’s small basement room was pretty much exactly how she had envisioned it. A bunch of ancient, dusty shelves with all kinds of old useless trash strewn about. A few larger pieces of furniture that were covered up beneath large white sheets as protection from the assaults of time and stuffy basement air. Right below the window that had become her entry point sat a washing machine that looked like it hadn’t been in use since the Bush administration. Bush Sr….

Overall, there was no indication that Yussuff visited this room regularly.

Satisfied for now, Nancy decided to continue this break-in. Placing her palms on either side of the window frame, she took a deep breath, then pushed forward. “Mmmotherfucker…” she hissed, grimacing as she inched ahead, bit by bit until her progress was halted when her chest reached the chokepoint, “Fucking… tits!” Gritting her teeth, holding her breath while inwardly cursing her generous c-cups, every millimeter became a battle and the Detective let out a miserable whimper as her sensitive nipples were scraped across the windowsill. She had to bite her lips to keep quiet as her soft melons were painfully squished until she finally popped through.

“Motherfucking fucker!” Nancy cursed, her face already covered in a slight layer of perspiration as she allowed herself a short breather, halfway inside the thug’s house. At least the worst was behind her, she reasoned with herself as the music in the upstairs rooms continued to blare, already planning her graceful drop to the basement floor when she pushed herself through. Then…

“Noo!” Nancy’s stunned grunt of disbelief was a little too loud for her own comfort, but her mind had a struggle accepting what was happening. Her ass was too thick! While her torso had squeezed through with a bit of trouble, her breasts aching from the strain, now, the Latina found herself faced with a far bigger problem. While her soft tits were malleable enough, now the issue wasn’t soft tissue: the bones of her hips were too wide to fit through the opening and with her ass being as bubbly as it was, Nancy realized there was no way she could angle her body in a way that would allow her to get through.

“You gotta be kidding me!” she mumbled, trying to contain the rising angst as she tried to **** her body through, the rackety frame of the window creaking in its frame. The struggle proved absolutely hopeless and the only thing she achieved was that her hips would be covered in small scrapes and bruises by tomorrow. “Oh, you fat-ass cow!” she chided herself when she finally gave up. There was no way she would get inside here.

Shaking her head in frustration, she decided to retreat. Regroup and start a new attempt, hoping that Syd could portray the neighborhood slut convincingly enough so she could still get the job done. Inching backwards, she tried to wiggle free.

“Oh no! Nonononono!” Nancy winced, panic now no longer contained when she struggled to break free, but found the chokepoint too tight. With her arms inside of the house and unable to give her any leverage, she simply couldn’t muster as much strength as she had on her way in. While the power of her arms had helped her bust to squeeze into the house, now she couldn’t find the purchase that would allow her to push backwards. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” she whimpered, her mind racing while her fingers struggled to find something within reach to give her any sort of purchase. This was a nightmare!

Finally, after a minute’s worth of cursing, whimpering and fighting, Nancy slumped down in defeat. A tear of frustration rolled over her dust-smeared cheek. She was fucking stuck!