HER NOCTURNAL VISITOR (tropicallotita and Bimbo a la blonde)

Lilla jogged down the street one more time, being careful to scan each house for lights, movement or anything out of the ordinary. She had been doing this for three years now, had acted in six different countries, and it never ceased to amaze her how easy it was. For starters, as a woman, she was less likely to trigger people’s ‘stranger danger’ alert. She was anything but commonly and people looked at her plenty, but no one had ever felt she was anything but harmless. Just a jogger minding her own business, listening to her iPod. It was baffling how you could run up and down a neighborhood where you had never lived, where people didn’t know you, in dark clothes in the middle of the night, and people would think nothing of it.

She took one last look around and dove behind a tree in the yard, then calmly walked up to the backyard door as if she were entering her own home. She had already found out hot to open it in past excursions, and it took her about 20 seconds to undo the latch on the other side of the wood. It was a calm suburb and people were lax about security. Too lax. There wasn’t a measly neighborhood watch with nosy bored housewives, no cameras and laughable locks.

Lilla was a senior officer in a high-tech security firm. She knew how to do find out just about anything about a house’s alarm pretty easily, if not legally. She always chose her targets both because she was attracted to the woman in question and because of how feeble her security was. No matter how attractive a woman was, she never went after someone with half-decent protection, even if she could disarm them. It was risky.

She had done her research and she had had no problem finding the alarm control panel and disarming it before she even entered the house. Amateurs. She knew there was a silent alarm, and she found that and disarmed it too. Then she walked to the back door and took about forty seconds to pick the lock. She could have probably found an open window, but she never bothered doing those types of things.

She went straight upstairs and found the master bedroom. She turned the lock careful not to make a noise and spied inside. Her target was snuggled under the covers, deep asleep. She tip-toed her way toward the bed. Lilla never packed a bag into her excursions. She liked to travel light and look innocuous. She improvised with what she found on the victim’s house. The only things she packed to a home invasion were the lock picker, a few cable ties, a blindfold and a handkerchief treated with a sedative inside a plastic bag. They all fit in her jacket’s pocket and they were all she ever needed.

She slowly pulled the cloth out of her pocket and then the plastic bag. She took her time and avoided noise. She came closer to the bed, holding her breath and placed the cloth near Alice’s nose. She let the woman breath in some of the drug and saw her breathing become deeper. She then brought the cloth against her face, clamping it against her mouth and nose and holding it there. Alice never stood a chance. She knew how to do this without waking up her victims; they never even knew what hit them.

Lilla pulled the covers away from Alice and turned the bedside lamp on. She surveyed Alice’s delectable body for a second and then ran her hand over one of her legs. She had to act quickly though, she moved on right away; she picked one of the ties, put it around Alice’s ankles and locked it. She turned her on her stomach, pulled her arms behind her back and did the same with her wrists. Finally, she blindfolded her. She used to pick a blindfold at the site too, but it was hard to find an effective one and it always made her loose time going through some unfamiliar closet. Keeping her identity from her victims was of the essence.

Once Alice was contained, she finally made her way into the closet and went through all of her things. They are sort of a boring couple. She found a vibrator, a dildo and some lubricant, but not even a pair of handcuffs. Lilla rolled her eyes – vanilla people. She went downstairs to the laundry room and found what she needed – some old nylon rope and clips. It would have to do. When she came back into the room, Alice was already moving.
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