At first glance, Maya appeared to be a sweet, innocent girl. But underneath her cute and shy personality was a stereotypical "tough girl." She grew up in a rough neighborhood, so she picked up on lots of street smarts early on. Both her parents were hardworking, though they struggled and lived on a very tight budget despite her being an only child. Maya was determined to break this cycle of poverty and to one day make her parents proud by landing a high-paying job.
She discovered her stealth as a teenager, and she used this to steal. It started small with candy bars, and before long she was pocketing moderately expensive accessories from malls. She was quick and calculated, and she always planned her shenanigans out in thorough detail. The rush of adrenaline was addictive, but more importantly, it gave her a good chunk of change to live comfortably.
After reaching high school, Maya had perfected her art. She was able to effortlessly pick locks, and even disable simple security systems. She even studied psychology on her own time outside of school and used this knowledge to manipulate and control circumstances in her favor. Every crime was like a puzzle to her, and she loved to solve them.
But Maya wasn't completely immoral. She had her principles. She would never steal from the needy, and she would support her parents by giving them money she earned from her heists. Of course, she could never tell them the real way she had obtained that money. So, she gave them the cover that she worked at the local country club and received generous tips from customers. That would be the last place in town their parents would visit, and luckily for her, they never did or asked questions. She lived frugally, saving all the money she could afford towards her dream of college. With each and every crime, she would remind herself that it was justified because she was doing it for her future--her family's future.
The street smarts that Maya had perfected over the years landed her a scholarship to a prestigious college far from her hometown. She became more ambitious at college. Wealth surrounded her--luxury cars, designer clothes, and expensive jewelry were flaunted daily. The rich kids were careless, leaving valuables unattended, convinced no one would dare take from them. It was an opportunity Maya couldn't resist.
Her scholarship paid for her tuition, but her heists paid for her college life. She didn't do it often--just enough to maintain her lifestyle and secure her financial future.
To everyone around her, she was just another quiet, diligent student with humble roots. She was invisible, and she liked it that way.
Stealing had subconsciously become a part of her personality. In the chaotic environment that she was raised in, stealing gave her control over the world that often felt unfair to her and her family. Of course, Maya knew the high risk, and she couldn't comprehend what would happen if she were caught. Her parents would be so disappointed in their one and only daughter.
This was exactly why the diamond necklace at the Kappa Alpha sorority house conflicted with her. Her experience as a thief led her to believe it was worth well over $10,000. It was going to require precise timing and a lot of luck, in addition to her expertise. But if she succeeded, she was going to be paid enough money to fund her college life for the whole semester. It was a challenge that she couldn't afford to ignore.
No one would suspect her. After all, she was seen as the quiet, studious girl who blended into the crowd. And that was the beauty of her identity.
She knew that she would regret this forever if she didn't go for it. Doing some research, she discovered that the sorority would be hosting a grand ceremony away from their house the next week. That was her opening, and she had to make it count. Waiting patiently as the day approached, she planned out her entire plan and had backup plans ready.
Today was the day. Utilizing the darkness of night, she sneaked behind the bushes and entered in through an unlocked window. She had meticulously studied every detail of the sorority house's layout. She knew exactly where she was. Moving swiftly yet stealthily, she snuck her way into the room where the priceless necklace resided.
The jewelry box sat on a vanity, unguarded and out in the open, not even locked away in a safe. This was too easy. She steadied her breaths as she held the shiny diamond necklace in her hand. But as she went to escape, she heard voices. People were coming.
Maya ducked under the bed, grateful that there was room for her. She breathed as quietly as possible and kept her body rigid. The girls chatted, oblivious to her presence, until their voices disappeared down the hallway. She slowly crawled out from under the bed and retraced her steps outside to the room with the unlocked window. She jumped back out, the necklace securely tucked in her pocket. She had done it! She walked back to her apartment and finally relaxed when she closed her bedroom door. She was mentally drained from tension as she collapsed into her bed. Pulling out the necklace, she played with it and admired its shiny stone until she dozed off, clutching the necklace to her chest.
The next morning, Maya noticed a new message on her phone from an unknown number. She figured it was yet another text scammer and didn't think much of it. She opened the message out of curiosity when she noticed the text had a video attachment. She opened it, and her blood ran cold. The footage showed her sneaking out of the sorority house. The text attached was simple:
"Come to Theta Chi tomorrow at 8:00 p.m. Don't bring anyone. If you refuse, this video goes viral."
Her stomach twisted. She never expected that her perfectly planned heist at the sorority house would be undone by a group of frat guys watching and recording her crime. She didn't see or hear anyone outside of the sorority house when she broke in! The darkness of the night had been a double-edged sword, concealing herself but also concealing her observers. They had the footage--footage that could ruin her. She had no choice.
Sure enough, Maya showed up at the Theta Chi frat house at 8:00 p.m.
She knocked on the door and tried to calm her racing heart. The door swung open immediately to reveal a tall, muscular guy in a wifebeater. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. "Right on time. Come on in, thief."
Maya hated how smug he was, but she couldn't say anything. She had no power here, and she had no choice but to reluctantly step inside. The living room was crowded with a few other frat brothers, and their attention all turned to her as they noticed her. They exchanged amused glances at each other, making her blush with embarrassment.
"So here's the deal," the man that let her in crossed his arms as he casually looked her up and down. "We're throwing a huge party tonight. The kitchen is a horrible mess, and we don't feel like cleaning it."
Maya figured this guy must be the ringleader behind all this. She nodded nervously, then realized what his next words were going to be.
"You're gonna clean our kitchen. And you're gonna do it wearing this." He tossed a small bundle of fabric at her.
Maya caught it, confused at first. Then, as the material unfolded, her heart sank. A tiny plaid skirt and a skimpy white top. A fantasy schoolgirl outfit.
Her face turned bright red. "Are you serious?"
The ringleader burst into laughter, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Dead serious. Bathroom's down the hall. You've got five minutes."
Maya's fists clenched, but she knew she had no choice. They held all the power. Sighing softly, she stiffly made her way to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She leaned against it, breathing hard, shame and anger consuming her.
She examined the outfit, unable to keep her hands steady. The cleaning part she could understand--after all, nobody liked to do chores. But why was this outfit part of her punishment? In the end, the answer didn't matter if it meant getting that video deleted. The frat brothers had the power to ruin her reputation and consequently her future.
Begrudgingly, she changed out of her jeans and hoodie and slipped on the short skirt. This skirt was a joke. It barely covered her, and she didn't need to see her reflection to know how exposed her lower body was. The top was no better, as it hugged her chest tightly--too tightly. For the first time in her life, her lovely 32DD breasts were a burden for her. She didn't even bother looking at herself in the mirror.
It was just her luck that she picked today to wear her sexy g-string thong. The boys were going to love it, much to her dismay.
Maya took one last deep breath before unlocking the door and strolling back towards the living room. She felt her tits bouncing gently and her ridiculously short skirt sway with her hips, not covering nearly enough of her plump round butt.
She entered the living room, and everyone there went silent for a moment before erupting into laughter.
Maya's face became even more red. She quickly reached down, trying to pull her tiny skirt lower to cover her exposed bottom, but it was hopeless. The fabric barely budged. Her fingers trembled as she desperately tried again, but all it appeared to do was draw more attention.
"Awww, having trouble?" one guy mocked. "Hate to break it to you, but that's as long as it gets."
