Another late night working at the open house. After all these years in the business Candy still worked the open houses. Single yet again and 40, the vivacious blond had built up a lucrative real-estate business. But the hours were long and stressful. Candy was very tired and it was time to lock up - 10pm. She would just lock the front door then go home and soak in a hot tub. But so tired. On second thought, she just locked the front door and decided to use the hot tub in the model unit. The plumbing was hooked up, it was a real big tub and the decor included a real towel. She could soak in the tub here. It would be quiet and relaxing.
She filled the hot tub and didn't bother to lock the backdoor, after all, there were just half-built houses around here, so no one was likely to come by this time of night especially with all the lights off. Candy took off her brown business jacket, hung it up and unzipped and slid off her brown business skirt. Slowly she unbuttoned her crisp white blouse, slipped it off and hung it on the door knob. Pantyhose down and off and just tossed aside. She unhooked the lacy 38C black bra and let it fall to the floor. Same with the black lace panties. Who cared? Just needed to relax. Candy put her foot in the hot tub and slowly sat down in the soothing water to soak away the aches. Leaning back and stretching out, she felt the water close over her body. The water gently lifted her milky white breasts so they floated. Her ID Card was still around her neck. Never mind, taking it off, just relax. She closed her eyes. Dreaming.
Was that a sound? No. Relax just a bit more. Dream some more. Lights on her eyes? Hand over her mouth! Cold steel at her throat! Dreaming? She was thrust under the water again and again then was roughly pulled up by the hair. Forced to stand, gasping, sputtering.
"Quiet and don't move! Hey, Jamal, forget the furniture, look what I found."
Candy stood quivering and trembling. A flashlight blinded her eyes. She instinctively covered her breasts and privates. A vicious slap!
"Hands at your sides! Let's see what we have here."
The flat of the knife slid down from her throat, between her breasts, under her right breast. The flat of the knife held her right breast up but nicked the other one, something warm trickled down her left breast. She couldn't see them. The flashlight was directly in her eyes. The big man lifted the ID Card from where it hung over her left breast.
"Jamal, hurry up, we've got some Candy."
Two men stared at her. Candy's naked body dripped and shook. Her head swam as she realized the trouble she was in.
"P-please, please don't hurt me. You can take anything in this house, just leave me alone, please."
"We can take anything? That's what we planned! Truck's out back and we're gonna fill it with everything here. While we're at it, we're gonna fill you. I ain't had a piece of ass since before goin'to pris'n.'Cept for the two porkers I had on the inside -- they really squealed. Turn around so's I can see your ass."
Candy slowly turned around as the big man played his flashlight all over her body.
"Jiggly ass, not skinny, got some meat on it. Maybe I'll try porking you too. Kinda got used to porkin'in prisn."