The Burglar (futa/f)

Just a little one-shot. A would-be thief picks the wrong house...

"Who would have thought this is what I would actually be good at?"

Kathleen was sitting in her car on a night dark as any other, staring across the street at a similarly dark house, with but one inside light on in the second floor. Hard times had fallen on Kathleen, and her general lack of marketable skills severely hurt her job prospects. The buxom blonde had no choice but to turn to a life of crime. Surprisingly for her, burglary had come naturally, the lady thief pulling off a string of successful heists. And here she was again, staking out a house, making sure the occupant inside was asleep.

Kathleen had spent an entire week casing this particular joint. As far as Kathleen could tell, a young professional lived here, a rather attractive woman, with tightly-cropped black hair, shapely legs, and large, round breasts. Kathleen was almost envious of this woman's good looks, even though Kathleen herself had a body most women would die for.

Kathleen checked her watch as the counter rolled over to 11:00. Right as the hour changed, the lone light inside the house went off.

"Right on time," Kathleen chuckled, opening the door to her car, stepping out into the chilly night air. Kathleen wore a simple, sexy, tight black catsuit that covered her body from the neck down, with a zipper running all the way down the middle. Maybe it was a little extravagant, but Kathleen rather liked the glamorous, sexy appearance too much to wear something that stood out less. Dressed for success, Kathleen headed for the darkened house.

While staking out this house, Kathleen had noticed that the occupant never appeared to visibly lock a side door, so the burglar figured she would try that first to avoid having to test her lockpicking skills. Sure enough, the door silently swung open, and Kathleen entered the quiet house.

Pulling out a small flashlight, Kathleen began looking for any items of value. Unfortunately for her, a lot of the historically prime burglary items had fallen significantly in value over the years. Where a big TV would have once netted Kathleen four figures alone, now they were hardly worth stealing.

Heading up the steps to the second floor, Kathleen continued her fruitless search for valuables. After minutes of carefully and quietly digging around on the second floor, nothing had turned up for the she-criminal.

The bedroom, Kathleen thought. There's got to be something valuable in there!

The lust for filthy lucre overcoming common sense, Kathleen approached a door at the end of the hallway. She silently turned the knob and pushed.

CREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!!!

Kathleen recoiled at the ridiculously loud door, tripping and falling to the floor.

"Who's there?!?" a female voice called from the other side of the door.

Panicking, Kathleen raced back down the stairs, dashing for the door, running so fast she m