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Name: Adrian Ham
Age 48
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Marital Status:Widower
Profession: Accountant
Adrian sighed deeply as he watched the footage. He was pretty sure Meera, his cleaner had been taking cash from his wallet if he was home, or the bedroom draw as and when he kept cash at home. It wasn't that he kept cash often. But he sometimes frequented bars where, carrying too much cash was an unnecessary risk. And so he would leave surplus cash in the top draw in his side dresser in the bedroom together with his various credit cards and the like.
It wasn't difficult for the cleaner to find the money, he never hid it. It was just put out of the way, in what was his ‘odds and sods’ draw, and well Meera had learnt to put certain items when she was cleaning into that draw.
She had never stolen huge amounts of cash, but he often remembered putting $50 or $60 in the draw, and it was becoming too often for the cash to be short, sometimes $10 occasionally $20. And so he had rigged up a camera to watch the draw. And there she was helping her self.
He reached for his Iphone and opened up a note, adding another $10 to the list, the total she had taken had almost $200 he suspected; possibly a tad more?
He wasn’t sure what he should do though. He watched the video clip again, as she clearly opened the wad of notes, counted how much was in the roll before taking the top $10 bill. As she did so, her baggy top slid from her shoulder, exposing her bra strap, and the white dove tattoo on her shoulder; contrasting nicely against her darker olive complexion
He had to admit though, to himself that he found her somewhat alluring. It wasn't that she was stunning, but well slightly alternative, a couple of small tattoos, her self confidence in wearing what she wanted to wear, not giving society’s convention a flying fuck. She was petite at around 5’3 or 5’4, with curves. She often dressed with a slight demure elegance, yet never really exposed anything. And then he knew her mother, she managed one of the coffee houses he frequented, and had heard that Meera was looking for a few jobs to help fund herself through college, and Adrian and Jane had needed a domestic cleaner.
But she was also a thief. Some one not to be trusted. But nothing else had gone missing, none of his wife’s jewelry, none of the small bits of silver in the display cabinets. If she was a real thief, she would have taken them surely. But then they are more noticeable if missing.
He was tired, and grumpy. His client had been an asshole that afternoon, and had really been obstinate. Everytime ADrian asked for a receipt or a copy of an invoice, he gave him hurdles to jump.
“Why did it have to be so fucking difficult?” he asked himself.
But as he logged onto his home network from his Mac in the office, he could hear the rain against the window. The sound made him shiver, as he sat there. He clicked on the security icon, and soon watched the bedroom cam, fast forwarding it to he saw Meera enter, in a pair of ¾ length leggings and a loose of the shoulder top. He watched her as she went straight to the draw, and opened it, reaching for the roll of notes.
She counted them, and repeated the process, before she looked straight at him, clearly pondering. He had been generous, leaving $120 wondering how much, if anything she would take.
Moments later, she removed a $20 bill, and placed it inside a cup of her bra, causing Adrian’s cock to twitch. He was attracted to her for a variety of reasons. She was young, young enough to be his daughter. And then her origin, of Indian descent, she had a lovely olive complexion. Her long hair and her demure look also added to her appeal.
As she started to clean the room, Adrian stood up, and dropped his trousers, and took out his cock, stroking it softly; the hassles of the afternoon completely forgotten…..
It was a couple of weeks later that Adrian finally decided to approach Meera. He had five video clips of her taking money, three from his draw and a couple from his wallet when he had been home, working in his office.
So with the video clips edited together, he was ready for Meera when she came round that morning; edited to some music from his youth, Fergal Sharkey’s You Little Thief.
“Morning Meera, hope you're well?” he offered as he sat in the desk in his office. He stood up and walked to the hallway where he saw her and smiled.
“I was just about to make myself a coffee if you want to join me?”
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You Little Thief…
Name: Adrian Ham
Age 48
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Marital Status:Widower
Profession: Accountant
Adrian sighed deeply as he watched the footage. He was pretty sure Meera, his cleaner had been taking cash from his wallet if he was home, or the bedroom draw as and when he kept cash at home. It wasn't that he kept cash often. But he sometimes frequented bars where, carrying too much cash was an unnecessary risk. And so he would leave surplus cash in the top draw in his side dresser in the bedroom together with his various credit cards and the like.
It wasn't difficult for the cleaner to find the money, he never hid it. It was just put out of the way, in what was his ‘odds and sods’ draw, and well Meera had learnt to put certain items when she was cleaning into that draw.
She had never stolen huge amounts of cash, but he often remembered putting $50 or $60 in the draw, and it was becoming too often for the cash to be short, sometimes $10 occasionally $20. And so he had rigged up a camera to watch the draw. And there she was helping her self.
He reached for his Iphone and opened up a note, adding another $10 to the list, the total she had taken had almost $200 he suspected; possibly a tad more?
He wasn’t sure what he should do though. He watched the video clip again, as she clearly opened the wad of notes, counted how much was in the roll before taking the top $10 bill. As she did so, her baggy top slid from her shoulder, exposing her bra strap, and the white dove tattoo on her shoulder; contrasting nicely against her darker olive complexion
He had to admit though, to himself that he found her somewhat alluring. It wasn't that she was stunning, but well slightly alternative, a couple of small tattoos, her self confidence in wearing what she wanted to wear, not giving society’s convention a flying fuck. She was petite at around 5’3 or 5’4, with curves. She often dressed with a slight demure elegance, yet never really exposed anything. And then he knew her mother, she managed one of the coffee houses he frequented, and had heard that Meera was looking for a few jobs to help fund herself through college, and Adrian and Jane had needed a domestic cleaner.
But she was also a thief. Some one not to be trusted. But nothing else had gone missing, none of his wife’s jewelry, none of the small bits of silver in the display cabinets. If she was a real thief, she would have taken them surely. But then they are more noticeable if missing.
~ xxx XXX xxx ~
He was tired, and grumpy. His client had been an asshole that afternoon, and had really been obstinate. Everytime ADrian asked for a receipt or a copy of an invoice, he gave him hurdles to jump.
“Why did it have to be so fucking difficult?” he asked himself.
But as he logged onto his home network from his Mac in the office, he could hear the rain against the window. The sound made him shiver, as he sat there. He clicked on the security icon, and soon watched the bedroom cam, fast forwarding it to he saw Meera enter, in a pair of ¾ length leggings and a loose of the shoulder top. He watched her as she went straight to the draw, and opened it, reaching for the roll of notes.
She counted them, and repeated the process, before she looked straight at him, clearly pondering. He had been generous, leaving $120 wondering how much, if anything she would take.
Moments later, she removed a $20 bill, and placed it inside a cup of her bra, causing Adrian’s cock to twitch. He was attracted to her for a variety of reasons. She was young, young enough to be his daughter. And then her origin, of Indian descent, she had a lovely olive complexion. Her long hair and her demure look also added to her appeal.
As she started to clean the room, Adrian stood up, and dropped his trousers, and took out his cock, stroking it softly; the hassles of the afternoon completely forgotten…..
~ xxx XXX xxx ~
It was a couple of weeks later that Adrian finally decided to approach Meera. He had five video clips of her taking money, three from his draw and a couple from his wallet when he had been home, working in his office.
So with the video clips edited together, he was ready for Meera when she came round that morning; edited to some music from his youth, Fergal Sharkey’s You Little Thief.
“Morning Meera, hope you're well?” he offered as he sat in the desk in his office. He stood up and walked to the hallway where he saw her and smiled.
“I was just about to make myself a coffee if you want to join me?”
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