On the Run (F/F)
Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 6:05 pm
Hiiiiiii! I am back again. Like before, leave a comment. The more comments, the faster I post part 2. Feel free to tell me anything or DM me if you feel so inclined. Thanks!!
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I, Chelsey Kitty, world renowned cat burglar, was on the run.
Though most of my crimes had been meticulously planned, I had let my passion cloud my judgement after attempting to rob a woman’s home whom I had met at a bar. After we had passionately made love, and I had securely bound and gagged her, I was in the process of pilfering her jewels when her husband walked in.
To say he was upset, was an understatement. Luckily, I am still quick on my sexy feet.
I made it out, but the area in which I was residing under the guise of Mrs. Miou was no longer safe.
I dropped off my pet cats with my friend Julie before heading south to Florida..and this is where you find me.
I am wearing black biker shorts, white Nike hight tops, white Nike crew socks and a white t shirt. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail with a black hair tie. I am driving a rented black suv with my belongings strewn across the back.
I had a black knee sleeve on from where I had twisted my knee escaping that woman’s crazy husband.
It was early in the morning, and the suv was running low on gas. I decided to stop in a small town gas station that was tucked away in some woods next to a factory.
After parking and filling up the tank, I half hobbled, half limped inside to grab something to drink.
The lady at the counter gave me a bright smile and a small wave. I attempted to give a cheerful wave back before finding something to drink and heading to the counter.
“Hellooooooo…†the lady practically purred at me. Her name tag said “Tammy.â€
“Hello..†I replied as I fumbled for my wallet. I swear, outside of being a burglar I was so clumsy.
“What’d you do to you knee, hun…†she asked as she leaned over the counter, looking down at my knee.
“Ummm…I just sprained it…playing soccer…†I said as I checked out this clearly flirty cashier.
She looked to be about 30-33 years old. Caucasian, slim build with long blonde hair and dark makeup around her eyes. She was wearing a black company t shirt, blue jeans, and some black and white Nike sneakers.
“I hurt my knee once..†she said as she chewed her gum. “Doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but I still feel it some days.â€
“Yeah it happens.†I respond politely.
She looks me up and down, making a point to see that I noticed. “Anything else for you, hun? You look tired as hell.†She says with a slight southern twang to her voice.
“No I’m good…†I say as I hand her some cash, cash that was slowly dwindling.
“You know….†She says slowly as she rings up the drink. “Those cameras don’t work. Haven’t worked for months now.â€
I squint my eyes at her, trying to see what she was implying.
“And…†she says, looking down and twirling her fingers. “The only thing that says we are open is the lights and the sign on the door…â€
I take a step back. “Look Tammy. I don’t know what you are getting at but yo-“
Her long, thin and reaches out, and she softly puts a finger to my lips.
“I’m saying that I can see that you’re clearly running from something…you don’t have much if any cash left in that wallet…†she trails off as she lowers her finger.
“And what would you get out of it…†I ask suspiciously.
“Well…†she slides around the counter until she is in front of me. “You could…
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I, Chelsey Kitty, world renowned cat burglar, was on the run.
Though most of my crimes had been meticulously planned, I had let my passion cloud my judgement after attempting to rob a woman’s home whom I had met at a bar. After we had passionately made love, and I had securely bound and gagged her, I was in the process of pilfering her jewels when her husband walked in.
To say he was upset, was an understatement. Luckily, I am still quick on my sexy feet.
I made it out, but the area in which I was residing under the guise of Mrs. Miou was no longer safe.
I dropped off my pet cats with my friend Julie before heading south to Florida..and this is where you find me.
I am wearing black biker shorts, white Nike hight tops, white Nike crew socks and a white t shirt. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail with a black hair tie. I am driving a rented black suv with my belongings strewn across the back.
I had a black knee sleeve on from where I had twisted my knee escaping that woman’s crazy husband.
It was early in the morning, and the suv was running low on gas. I decided to stop in a small town gas station that was tucked away in some woods next to a factory.
After parking and filling up the tank, I half hobbled, half limped inside to grab something to drink.
The lady at the counter gave me a bright smile and a small wave. I attempted to give a cheerful wave back before finding something to drink and heading to the counter.
“Hellooooooo…†the lady practically purred at me. Her name tag said “Tammy.â€
“Hello..†I replied as I fumbled for my wallet. I swear, outside of being a burglar I was so clumsy.
“What’d you do to you knee, hun…†she asked as she leaned over the counter, looking down at my knee.
“Ummm…I just sprained it…playing soccer…†I said as I checked out this clearly flirty cashier.
She looked to be about 30-33 years old. Caucasian, slim build with long blonde hair and dark makeup around her eyes. She was wearing a black company t shirt, blue jeans, and some black and white Nike sneakers.
“I hurt my knee once..†she said as she chewed her gum. “Doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but I still feel it some days.â€
“Yeah it happens.†I respond politely.
She looks me up and down, making a point to see that I noticed. “Anything else for you, hun? You look tired as hell.†She says with a slight southern twang to her voice.
“No I’m good…†I say as I hand her some cash, cash that was slowly dwindling.
“You know….†She says slowly as she rings up the drink. “Those cameras don’t work. Haven’t worked for months now.â€
I squint my eyes at her, trying to see what she was implying.
“And…†she says, looking down and twirling her fingers. “The only thing that says we are open is the lights and the sign on the door…â€
I take a step back. “Look Tammy. I don’t know what you are getting at but yo-“
Her long, thin and reaches out, and she softly puts a finger to my lips.
“I’m saying that I can see that you’re clearly running from something…you don’t have much if any cash left in that wallet…†she trails off as she lowers her finger.
“And what would you get out of it…†I ask suspiciously.
“Well…†she slides around the counter until she is in front of me. “You could…