Author's note: While I submitted this story under "Exhibitionist & Voyeur", it spans several of Literotica's categories including First Time, Interracial Love, NonConsent/Reluctance, BDSM, and Erotic Couplings . The first chapter is largely Non-Erotic since it details the initial crime, but the rest involve other crimes and depravities. This is probably longer than other submissions for the Crime contest, but I hope the variety and the plot will keep you reading.
Chapter 1 Theft
Turning off the water, Jess pulled the curtain aside and blindly groped for her big fluffy towel. As droplets of water meandered down her pert breasts and smooth back, she ran the towel over her face before drying her freshly shaved pubic area. She loved how sexy and wanton the smoothness between her legs made her look and feel.
Too bad no one's going to see it any time soon...
It had been over a year since the brunette had been with any man, and it didn't take much to get her going lately. Jess had no real prospects except her former boss, and she'd never go back to him after the bastard fired her to cover up his own malfeasance. Drying her chestnut hair and pulling it back in a loose ponytail, she shimmied into the tiny black thong she'd selected for the evening.
Her work 'uniform' was so form-fitting that anything more than this scrap of thin nylon would show through, and Jess abhorred panty lines even when no one else would see them. She also loved how wearing feminine lingerie made her feel. She might be a single mom struggling to make it in a man's world, but the thirty five year old didn't intend on letting that fact deny her the small pleasures of being a woman.
Padding into the bedroom, Jess lifted her lightweight, non-reflective body suit from the bed and held it up to the light for inspection. The custom-made spandex fit her like a glove, and its chest featured a built-in bra that kept her breasts firmly in place. The long sleeves and legs contoured snugly to her toned arms and legs, and only the padded knees and elbows disrupted the otherwise sleek feminine lines of her body.
Once she zipped up the front, the mock turtleneck hugged her slender throat. The sultry summer night air was far too warm for such a collar, but concealment took priority over comfort in her line of work. After brushing away a bit of lint from her firm thigh, Jess turned and caught sight of herself in the mirror.
The workouts and training required for her new career had definitely provided excellent side benefits. Her belly hadn't been this flat since before the kids, and she could actually see the sinewy curvature of her thighs and calves through the spandex. Even her bottom had become rounder and higher, and it took Jess a full ten seconds before feeling stupid about checking out her own body in the mirror.
Considering how shapely and fit she looked at the moment, she felt tempted to skip the job and head out to the bar. However, while the kids might be enjoying a minivacation at Grandma's, Jess still had to deal with the bills her deadbeat ex-husband refused to pay. With no prospects for a regular job and her locksmith business merely a sham to launder her money, she couldn't afford to miss a huge score like this.
She normally wore a black knit cap as well, but with the heatwave still in full force, Jess decided the ponytail could keep her hair out of the way well enough. After doubling the band in her hair to keep it secure, she donned her black nylon climbing shoes with the rubber bottoms and sides. They provided excellent traction when climbing and allowed her to move silently across any floor as long as they didn't get wet.
Her climbing gloves featured breathable black nylon with special gripping palms and fingers. Once she smoothed the wrinkles from the close-fitting gloves, Jess picked up her black utility belt and rope bag. Leaving her cellphone on the nightstand since it could be tracked, she headed outside.
Once inside her eight year old Honda, Jess dropped her gear on the passenger seat before heading into the city. After opening the windows to vent the pent up heat, she cranked up the air conditioning to combat the sticky summer air. Even at this time of night, the mercury refused to drop below ninety degrees, and her little sedan struggled to overcome the oppressive heat.
Jess spent the forty minute drive reviewing her plans and pondering any potential problems she might've previously overlooked. Fortunately, this job would be a milk run as long as she didn't run into any of the building's occupants. If her intel was correct, she only had to contend with a simple trip alarm, cheap motion detectors, and no dogs.
That sort of security represented no more than a minor annoyance to a pro, even a relatively new one like her. Having learned the trade from her ex-boyfriend Andre, Jess discovered she had a real talent for it. The boyfriend hadn't stuck, but fortunately his lessons had.
Other than gymnastics and getting men to pay for things, Jess had never really been good at anything before she got into second story work. This would be her thirteenth burglary job, and in the last year, the novice thief had made more money stealing than she had in eight years at her last regular job... even including the bonuses her boss arranged for her so she wouldn't expose his multiple affairs to his wife. Jess had been one of those affairs, something she deeply regretted.
The dusky beauty had promised herself to do this only until she made enough money to retire while pretending to continue being a locksmith to show the government a source of income. Jess figured she needed three million dollars to live reasonably well and put her kids through college. At her current rate, that would take her six years barring any extra big hauls or getting arrested.
She had no problem finding the untraceable car Andre left for her at the parking lot by the expressway. Quickly stashing her keys in the tail pipe of her car, Jess climbed into the new one. After double checking the gear attached to her belt and rope bag, she drove to the target in a roundabout route that would expose anyone who might be tailing her.
The crappy old Dodge with a crushed fender and missing headlight would provide excellent camouflage in the depressed neighborhood where she'd be operating. Unfortunately, the air conditioning barely worked in the rusted heap, and her window wouldn't go down. Jess wiped thick rivulets of sweat from her face as she turned onto the freeway.
She couldn't wait to reach the target and get out of this oven of a car. As the scenery gradually turned more urban, the traffic increased exponentially. A dozen cars surrounded her when Jess glanced at the clock around ten fifteen.
Perfect! This'll be so much easier than the art gallery.
Jess pulled into a wide alley between two rows of houses and wheeled around to park facing the street so it'd be in position for a quick getaway. After locking the doors and stashing the key in the small pocket on her upper sleeve, she donned her belt and shouldered her rope bag. Taking a deep breath of muggy air, she crept along the left side of the dimly lit alley, only leaving the shadows by the fence to avoid the occasional garbage can or abandoned car.
As Jess neared the target, perspiration cooled her body as it evaporated through the whisper thin material of her bodysuit. Her slippers made no sound on the crumbling concrete, though she had to take care to avoid kicking any broken glass or other trash littering the dark alley. Noise could be a thief's biggest enemy at this stage of a job.
Unable to see the addresses from the alley, Jess counted houses until she finally came to the target building. Peering over the fence, she studied the rear of the early 20
