A loud knock reverberates through the house. Cat sighs, throwing the panties she is folding into the top dresser drawer and slamming it shut. She knows who's at the front door. She can always count on her twin brother to be a screw up and she doesn't want to have to deal with his shit today.
She glances in the hall mirror as she makes her way to the door. Her chocolate brown eyes show annoyance at the interruption. Her dark blonde hair is in a messy ponytail and the small amount of makeup she put on this morning has already melted away in the late summer heat. The one window unit her landlord allowed does little to cool her small one-bedroom apartment.
To combat the heat, she's dressed in cut-off blue jeans that barely cover the bottom curve of her round, juicy ass and her large breasts strain the fabric of her blue tank top nearly to the breaking point. She hopes this won't take long. She wants to run a cool bath and maybe stop sweating for a little while.
The knock sounds again, harder, as her hand touches the doorknob. She takes a deep breath and opens the door letting in the early afternoon light and heat, saying, "Yeah, I heard you the first time. What do you want?"
Standing at her door is exactly who she thought. Ronaldo and one of his goons. Men no one in their right mind would mess with. Men her brother owed money.
"What do you fuckers want?" she scowls at them from the doorway. Both Ronaldo and his buddy are dressed in dark three-piece suits despite the heat. Ronaldo's sinewy six-foot frame wears the suit well, but the muscular man behind Ronaldo towers over him and looks like he'd split the seams of his jacket if he flexed his biceps. His black hair is skillfully styled, not a hair out of place. Ronaldo's blonde hair is also carefully coiffed. The two make Cat feel like a slob in comparison.
"Hello, Kitty," Ronaldo smiles, his eyes slowly moving down her body, "this is my associate, Dean."
Dean is also ogling her from his position behind Ronaldo. When his blue eyes meet hers, he grins unashamedly and nods.
Cat crosses her arms, "My name is Cat! Don't call me Kitty."
When the men's eyes zero in on her chest, Cat realizes too late the position has pushed her boobs up as though they were an offering to the men in front of her. She refuses to drop her arms, though. She doesn't want them to think she's afraid.
"I repeat. What do you fuckers want?"
Ronaldo frowns, "You know why we're here. Your brother owes me money. He claims he left it with you."
Cat grimaces at the thought her stupid brother borrowed money from these guys. She had hoped he would straighten up his act when they reached adulthood, but here they were, a few months shy of their 21st birthday and things seem to have taken a turn for the worse for him.
Even Cat is shocked when she hears herself say, "Piss off! You're not going to find it here!"
"Such a mouth on this kitty," Ronaldo and Dean exchange a look, "She needs to be taught some manners."
Cat tries to slam the door but isn't quick enough. Dean surges forward and easily pushes it back open. She turns to run, but he already has his hands on her, grabbing her around the waist before she can take a single step. He lifts her and carries her into the living room. He grasps her wrists behind her back with one hand, keeping her in place. Struggling against Dean's hold, Cat hears Ronaldo quietly close and lock the door. She opens her mouth to scream but feels a hand clamp over it, keeping any sound from escaping.
"Now, that's better," Ronaldo soothes, coming to stand in front of her, "Your brother is behind on his payments and debts must be paid."
He runs a finger down her breast, circling her nipple. She inhales sharply as her nipple pebbles under his attention.
"Are you getting turned on, Kitty?" He smirks, "If he doesn't have the money, I can think of ways for you to work off your brother's debt."
He palms her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. She tries to jerk away but is held firmly in Dean's grasp.
"Ymph mphmm fmmps..." her words are muffled by Dean's hand.
"Now, be a good kitty and tell me where you put the money," Ronaldo murmurs, placing his hand on her other breast, thumb roughly rubbing her nipple.
He nods and Dean removes his hand from her mouth.
"Listen... listen, I can't help you," she pleads, "Why would he leave your money here?"
"That almost disappoints me."
A soft snick sounds in the room and Cat immediately stops struggling when she realizes Ronaldo has pulled a switchblade from his pocket and opened it.
"Please, I'll do whatever you want. Don't hurt me." Her eyes are glued to the knife.
Ronaldo chuckles, "Of course you will, sweet kitty, but this isn't for you."
