Smooth Criminal....

[mytasteislikecandy]

This is a closed thread for Medjay and myself...
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Elizabeth Morgan
28
5'6, 140 lbs, short chin lenght black hair, green eyes. Nice shape, 36C breasts and a tight ass, she works out at the gym in her office 3 times a week. She works in the city as a financial adviser, and has just moved into her own house, which she is working on making her own sanctuary. Single, no kids, no family nearby, she is definitely alone in the countryside...but she doesn't care. The much needed freedom from the city is enough for her, for the moment.
IC:

My alarm chirped its early morning song at 5:30 am. I opened one eye and saw that the sun wasn't even awake yet. Damn, I hated the winter. I stretched and considered curling back up into my heavy comforter, but I knew that if I planned to make it to work on time in all of this snow, I'd have to get moving. I threw the blankets off of me and then shivered as an arctic blast of air blew over my bare thighs. I hated this old ass house I'd bought. I'd wanted out of the city, so I'd packed up and bought this Victorian style house out in the rural area of Connecticut. The area was safe, and still within driving distance of the city. I had scraped together enough cash for the down payment, and was making the payments on the house just barely. But she was mine. I could do what I wanted to her. I looked happily at the mural I'd started a week ago on my bedroom wall. Show me an apartment in Manhattan where you could get away with that, and I'd be your servant forever.

I struggled my way to the bathroom, tying my thick robe around me as I went. I turned on the hot water tap and then meandered into the kitchen to start the coffee. I knew it'd take the hot water a good 10 minutes to heat up to a fairly decent level. Covering a yawn with my left hand, I pulled a doughnut out of the bread box and then sat down at the kitchen table to wait for the coffee finish brewing.

Just as I was about to get up and check on the damned Mr. Coffee machine, I heard a stealthy sound from behind me. I froze, and when I heard it again, this time a slight bit louder, I turned toward the pantry. I was scared shitless, but damned if someone was going to take me from behind. I reached for the half full coffee pot, my hand curling around its black handle and waited for whomever was in the pantry to make his or her move.

 

[medjay]

Xavier
Age 30's
Tall, bald, bearded, and muscular. Tat's on arms and chest. Maybe white, possibly Latino.

IC:
It had been twenty minutes since I'd abandoned the car on the shoulder of the highway and footed it into the woods. The sun was coming up, I had a stitch in my side, the olive army issue duffel bag was weighing me down and my clothes were covered with blood. I was going to have to find someplace to hole up quick.

I wouldn't be in this fix if not for that idiot Walker. I still couldn't believe he'd pulled the gun on me. It wouldn't be long before they found the car with Walker's body in it. Then I'd be wanted for murder as well as armed robbery. What a disaster!

"It'll be smooth!" Walker had claimed. "In and out. No wetworks." Yeah. All smooth until he'd shot that guard. Even if the getaway weren't covered in Walker's blood right now I would have been pulled over by the first state trooper on the road. It was a miracle we made it out of the city.

Gasping, I emerged from the brush and fell to my knees. Before me was a large Victorian style house. It sat alone, no other dwellings in sight. I weighed my options. Head back to the highway looking like a refugee from the slaughterhouse with $3 million in stolen money slung over my back; continue to wander through the rural areas of Connecticut until I got hopelessly lost and collapsed; see what was happening in the house, maybe clean up, comandeer a ride and get the hell out of the state.

Option 3 sounded like the best plan. I thought about it. The house was big. Maybe a family lived there. I could storm in, brandish my weapon, tie them up and make off with the car and, hopefully, some clean clothes.

I reshouldered the bag of loot, and made my way to the house. I went to the back door. The lock was flimsy. I pulled the tools out of my pocket and had it jimmied in no time. I slipped into a large kitchen, closing the door softly behind me. My mind was going a mile a minute, coming up with scenarios: How many people lived here? Was there a man in the house? Kids? I wasn't about to kill anybody. I knew this had the potential to go horribly wrong. I had no other choice.

As I stood contemplating, I heard a noise from upstairs. Frantically, I looked around for a hiding place. The pantry! Dragging the bag of loot with me I went inside and shut the door. Through the wooden slats I saw a young women come into the kitchen wearing her bathrobe. She puttered around for a bit, fooling with the coffee maker. I kept waiting for her to call upstairs to the husband or the kids; to get breakfast started. Nope. She pulled a doughnut from the breadbox and began to munch on it. No wedding ring on her finger. Could it be possible this woman lived alone?

I watched as she continued her morning ritual wondering what, if anything, I should do next. Then the decision was made for me. The bag I'd sat down on the floor toppled over with a soft thud. She froze. Then the fucking strap on the bag decided to clinck on the floor. She definately knew something was up. She grabbed the coffeepot from the counter. It was time for me to make a move.

I took a deep breath, threw the pantry door open and fell onto the floor yelling, "Help me, please! You have to help me! I'm in trouble!"

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth:

When my pantry door flew open, I jumped back in shock, the coffee pot tipping over and pouring scalding liquid over my hand and wrist. I cried out and dropped it onto the counter. Luckily, Mr. Coffee makes their pots out of plastic now, or my wrists could have been sliced to hell. I backed up against the counter, fumbling behind me to turn the faucet on. I didn't want to take my eyes off of the bloody and disheveled man lying on my hardwood floors.

Finally I got the water going and thrust my burned hand underneath the cold stream. I sighed as the burning immediately stopped. I waited about a minute and then eased my hand out from under the steady stream of water. I glanced at it, and when I saw it wasn't blistering, I sighed in relief. Now, what to do about this man?

I stepped a few steps closer, my eyes taking in what I could see. Blood covered his clothes, but I didn't know if it was his or someone else's. Hell, I definitely hoped it was his. He hadn't moved since his outburst a few minutes before, but I wasn't going to be easily tricked. I grabbed the phone off the hook and pressed talk, but there was no dial tone. Did he do this? I wondered, or was it the heavy snow we had last night? I wasn't sure what to do.

I bit my lip and then finally got the courage to say, "Mr. Mr. Are you ok? Who are you and what are you doing in my pantry?" I'd unconsciously moved closer as I talked, wanting to see if there was any reaction on his face at all. My bare feet were within inches of his dirty, bloody hands.

 

[medjay]

Xavier

I laid on the floor wondering what the hell to do next. So far she wasn't panicking and trying to hit me upside the head with the coffee pot. Or worse, stab me with a knife from the sink. But that wouldn't last long. Especially when she got around to discovering there was nothing wrong with me.

Then she reached for the phone. Oh shit! It hadn't occured to me that someone might call the proper authorities. If I'd been thinking I would have yanked the wires out the box outside on the wall but I'd been preoccupied with other stuff. So here I was playing possum on the floor while she called the law. As it was turning out, I wasn't much of a bad guy.

I looked out the corner of my eye as she hit the disconnect on the phone a couple of times and placed in back in it's cradle. The phone wasn't working! Things were definately going in my favor today! Now, figure out how to keep it that way.

I groaned and looked up at her. "I'm shot. Need to get to the doctor." Maybe if I could convince her I was really injured without showing her my "wound" or letting her ask too many questions, she would lower her guard and could come up with the next chapter of my plan.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth:

When he said he was shot, my heart skipped a beat. Hell, it probably skipped two or three. I wasn't a doctor! I was a damned glorified accountant. And I knew the ambulances would take forever to make it to my house out in BFE.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, as I dropped to my knees beside him. As I looked down at him, I noticed that he was kind of handsome, for a dirty bloodied intruder. I reached one hand out to touch his shoulder and.....

 

[medjay]

She was going for it! Thank God I'd run into one of those Florence Nightengale types! I rolled over and began to concoct what I hoped was a believable story.

"I picked up a hitchhiker on the highway . . . He . . . pulled a gun. Made me pull off the road. Shot me and took off with my car."

As I delivered my bullshit story she leaned over me. I noted that her robe wasn't doing a very good job concealing her breasts. I managed to look up at her face. Her expression was full of concern, not suspicion. This might work out after all. Then I looked over my shoulder. The drawstring of the bag still in the pantry had come undone while I'd been jogging through the snow. When it toppled over a couple of bundles of fifties had fallen on the floor. I looked back at her. Had she seen it?

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth:

I leaned farther over him, and then his eyes glanced away from mine. I followed his gaze and my jaw dropped at the sight of the money that seemed to be filling that huge duffel bag.

My eyes moved back to his face, and locked with his. He knew I'd seen.....

I started to jump up and make a dash for it, but then....

 

[medjay]

She'd seen the loot! She turned to make a break for it. I shot to my feet and grabbed a handful of her robe to yank her back. The belt came undone and the robe pulled open coming off her shoulders. She actually twisted and pulled out of it leaving me standing there with the robe in my hand and her butt naked.

I dashed to the kitchen door and blocked her escape . . .

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth:

I froze as my robe slipped off my body, and then, a split second too late, I made a break for the back door. He was already there. So much for being injured! I tried to slow down, but I couldn't. My naked body pressed up against his freezing snowy one. I started to back away but his large hands gripped my small waist and pulled me closer to him.

I started to cry, twisting back and forth in his arms, trying to get loose.

"Don't fight me." he whispered in my ear, holding me tighter to him. "Don't fight me and nothing will happen to you."

I froze and looked up at his face, hot tears pouring down my cheeks.

 

[medjay]

She was crying and starting to panic. I tried to calm her down. I was fully aware that I had a terrified and naked woman in my arms and despite the situation I felt it necessary to prove to her that I wasn't there to rape or kill her. I was many things but a rapist and a killer weren't on the list.

Well . . . counting the unfortunate incident with my newly deceased partner, killer had made the list but I would rather not have had it go that way.

I felt her trembling against me. "Look," I said. "Just cooperate with me and I'll be outta here before you know it." Her skin was hot under my hands. I could smell the faint scent of some type of fruity shampoo in her hair. When I was convinced she wouldn't try to run again I loosened my grip . . .

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth

As soon as the blood-soaked felon let go, I bolted. I charged out of the kitchen and into the hall, heading toward my bedroom and my cell phone. I heard him curse under his breath and begin to chase me. I was smaller and more agile though, and as I dove across my bed trying to reach my purse on the other side, I thought I'd beaten him. But then my ankle was grasped firmly by one of his huge hands and my naked body was pulled across the sheets to the other side.

I rolled onto my back, scrabbling amid the black sheets on my queen sized bed. I jerked them over my heaving breasts and scooted back as far as I could against the headboard. Thats when I saw my purse had overturned, spilling my checkbook, wallet, and cell phone onto the mattress. He noticed too...and we both dove for the little silver phone at the exact same time....

 

[medjay]

I got hold of the cell phone and chucked it against the wall hoping I'd broken it. She retreated back to the head of the bed, pulling the sheets over herself once again.

"Now, you listen to me. I want you to calm down, understand?" She stared up at me, the sheets pulled tight across her chest. I started to say all I wanted were the car keys then I'd be out of there. But as I stood there looking at her on the bed, the words didn't come. I was feeling overcome with the desire to comfort this woman who I'd so thoroughly terrified. Make it right.

I moved closer. She shrank back. Her legs were still sticking out from underneath the covers. I touched one of her knees . . .

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth:

I cringed as one of his filthy hands brushed the skin of my knee. He frowned when I jerked my legs back under the blankets as well, but I'd be damned if he was going to touch me. He moved away from the bed, and went to the window.

"Are you expecting anybody?" he asked gruffly, not looking at me.

"Yes," I lied, my words spilling out of my mouth faster than I could think, "my boyfriend will be here any minute to pick me up for work. I have to get dressed. What do you want from me?"

I climbed out of the bed, wrapping the thin sheet around my body. I moved toward my closet, hoping to grab something to put on, but he intercepted me.

"I like you just like that," he stated, "this way you won't be tempted to run out of the house."

I sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, and waited for his next move.

 

[medjay]

For the first time I noticed the sound of water running. I looked and saw that the door to the bathroom was cracked. I realized I was still holding her robe.

"Come with me," I snatched the belt from the robe and grabbed her arm. I led her into the steamy bathroom and used the belt to tie her to the towel rack. "I don't believe that bullshit about your 'boyfriend'. I'm going to take a shower and wash this blood off me. And you're going to be right here where I can see you."

I began to take off my clothes . . .

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Elizabeth

I closed my eyes as he began to strip. I couldn't believe this bullshit. I struggled against the knots he'd made in my robe's belt, but he must've been a boy scout in another life, cuz that knot wasn't loosening a bit. I peeked up from my wrists just in time to see his naked form stepping into the steamy hot shower that had been intended for me. His muscular, tanned frame was covered in tattoos. His chest and arms were the main canvas for the body art, but I saw a few in other places as well. His thighs and calves were thick and muscular, and his ass was tight and very round. My gaze moved up to his back, which was broad and looked about as firm as the rest of him. My viewing was interrupted by him reaching out and touching my hand.

"Like what you see?" he asked, smirking.

I curled my lip up at him and turned my head away. "No, I don't. Nothing about you interests me asshole."

I heard him growl at my harsh words, and before I knew it, he was out of the tub and standing beside me....

Oh god, what had I done now?