Dear readers,
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I'd been casing the spot for a week. I knew every movement in and out of the building: tenants, guests, maintenance - and her, my mark.
The building was a nondescript brick construction in a recently gentrified neighborhood near downtown. Most of the tenants were young adults, some were older. It was right on a street with plenty of traffic but strictly residential: all the businesses - mostly tattoo parlors, dirty convenience stores and seedy motels - were located around the corner on the main street. The small homes and old apartment buildings were packed onto the urban blocks, and most parking was on the street, allowing me to remain completely unnoticed as I stalked my target.
She was a young beauty. About college-aged, probably took classes up at Penn Valley or something. She was oriental. Petite, with long straight black hair that hung down to her slim waist. She had small, pert breasts and a round bubble-butt. Her face was cute: round cheeks, full lips, bright eyes framed by dark lashes. She didn't dress slutty, usually jeans and a modest sweater. But I knew she was a slut.
I stayed in my car across the street until the night. By now I knew that the building was locked, but I also knew how to get in at night. I knew which unit was hers and I had parked where I could see right in to the open windows of 4-D. She'd entered the building through the front, taking the steps up to the doors two at a time. She disappeared inside and two minutes later, after flipping the lights on, reappeared in the upstairs windows. Without even closing her blinds, she began undressing in what I'd figured out was the bedroom. She'd dropped her coat at the door and was pulling a soft, grey sweater over her head. Underneath she wore a plain white tank - no bra. Even from the distance I could make out the curve of her small but round breasts, hanging naturally and high. She stripped out of her jeans so she was down to white panties and tank, the skimpy garments making her look even younger. I admired her petite frame as she moved away from the window; slender legs and a tight ass that jiggled just a little when she walked. The light turned out behind her. It was as though she'd turned it on just to put a show on for me.
I rubbed my hands together. Even with the heater blasting in my car, the chill set in to my extremities. It looked warm in her place. I couldn't wait until tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, when everyone else would be with a loved one, she would be alone.
I'd found the weak spot in her little fortress. While the double-doors in the front of her building were locked, as well as the next set of doors to the lobby, the back door to the building was just an ordinary door that locked at the knob. It didn't even have a deadbolt lock. It was an exit-only door, the resident's I'd seen use it would prop it open while they took their trash to the dumpster. No one entered through that door with a key. On Saturday morning, all I had to do was wait for a resident to come out, catch the door, and stuff some paper in the jamb to keep the handle from latching. That evening, when I was ready, the door would be completely accessible for my use.
I went back to her street when it grew dark the Saturday evening. I parked on my same corner, which had become a second home to me. I walked down an icy sidewalk, the winter air still and silent. I stuffed my hands into my pockets, the crunch of snow and salt deafening in my ears. I wore black clothes and brought a ski mask, leather gloves and a pocketknife. No one had messed with my jerry-rigged door. I let myself into the rear of the building, laughing quietly to myself at the irony of the action. Whistling softly, I took the darkened stairwell to the fourth floor. The place was kind of ghetto. Her apartment was at the end of the drab hall, last door on the right. Overhead, fluorescent lights flickered ominously. The hallway was deserted except for some shabby welcome-mats that had seen better days. What a dump...what was a pretty little thing like her living in a hole like this?
I rested my hand on her doorknob and paused. Not to contemplate second thoughts, or to go over my plan. Just to enjoy the moment before I brought one of my greatest fantasies to fruition. I turned the knob slowly. The door was unlocked, as anticipated.
I stepped into the darkened apartment quietly and stopped to let my eyes adjust, assessing my surroundings. I'd stepped into a narrow, carpeted hall. To my left, my eyes slowly made out a living space, bathed in orange from a streetlight just outside the window. Directly ahead of me, an opening to a tiny kitchen. To my right, a few steps down the hall, a bathroom door with light spilling out from under the crack between it and the floor. I also heard the sound of running water.
I pulled the front door shut quietly and walked stealthily down the hall to the bathroom, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps. Just outside the door. I pulled the ski mask over my face. I grasped the knob and turned it slowly. I pushed it open and it swung silently inward. I caught a distorted glimpse of myself in the fogged bathroom mirror, a mere shadow on the wall, as I walked in. Her bathroom was plain, completely undecorated. Even her tub was missing a shower curtain, only a clear plastic vinyl hung between me and its occupant.
She was facing the showerhead, eyes closed, oblivious to my presence. Water ran down her naked body and I had time to enjoy her tight little body up close for the first time. She turned, eyes still closed, to let the water run over her silky black hair and down her back. Her young, perfectly round breasts gleamed wet, light brown nipples soft and pillowy. Her cute belly-button was pierced, showing off her tiny waist, leading to girlish hips. Her pussy was pretty and shaved completely bald, young and pristine-looking - I had a feeling she'd just finished grooming it. I took another tentative step towards her.
Probably sensing my presence, she finally opened her eyes. I watched them widen in shock and she opened her mouth to scream. I closed the remaining distance between us in half a second, ripping the shower curtain open and clamping a gloved hand over her mouth before she could make a sound. I pushed her up against the tile wall, wrapping my other hand around her throat. She only managed a muffled "Mmph!"
"Shh," I said. "I'm twice your size. I could snap your neck right now if I wanted. Or I could cut your throat open with the knife in my pocket."
Her eyes were filled with terror and she struggled, bringing her arms up to mine. She tried to push me away feebly. In response I tightened my grip on her neck.
"I don't want to hurt you," I continued coldly. "If you do everything I say, I won't. If you don't, I'll slice you open and leave you in this tub. Understand?"
She nodded slowly. I was getting aroused, feeling her entire body already under my complete control.
"I'm going to take my hands off you. Turn around and face the wall. Do everything I say, understand?" She didn't have to nod, I knew she was getting the picture. I released her. Her full lips quivered in fear and she tried to cover her body with her hands. I slapped her across the face, my hand making a deadened thunk because my gloves were still on. I pulled them off, annoyed. "Put your hands down and turn around - face that wall." Shaking, she did as she was told.
