Cat Burglar - Chapter 1 [Mature Woman] [MILF] [Fem-Dom]

Greetings! 

Here's a new short story that I was asked to writer by a lovely reader and supporter.

This one is about a mysterious lady criminal who escaped from a local jail and then meets a young man. 

I hope you will enjoy it!  

Cat Burglar. By Camille Juteau.

Chapter 1

This was not exactly how I was hoping to spend my first evening home alone in a while.

Mom and Dad weren’t home and my older sister, Jessica, was over at her friend’s house.

So, technically, this should be fine. No, not only fine, it should be amazing, but there was just one little problem…

Everyone was talking about a prisoner who had recently escaped from the local jail.

It was all over social media.

Everyone was posting about it.

This kind of thing never typically happened, so it was odd and to make matters worse there was a storm on the horizon outside. It was dark much earlier than usual thanks to all those gray clouds in the sky.

That was kind of freaky, but I tried not to think too much about it, the escaped prisoner I meant. However, that was pretty hard not to do since all my friends were constantly texting me about it.

The escaped convict was a woman.

Not a man, but a woman.

Everyone was talking about the fact that she was charged with incredible and insane crimes, but no one knew for sure since there was a lot of misinformation going around. My friends were saying so much outstanding stuff that soon nothing began to make sense anymore. Discouraged and no longer having any idea how to feel, I threw my phone away on the couch and sat down. I shut my eyes and rubbed my forehead with my hands.

This sucked because out of the few rare times that I found myself home alone, there was this gray cloud around my head, and because of that, I didn’t feel like doing much anymore, and by gray cloud I didn’t mean the ones outside, that was a different story altogether.

So, I couldn’t go outside, at all because of that storm forming and I was even forced to lock all the doors and windows of my home because of that escaped prisoner, which I had already done at this point.

Well…

At least, I was pretty sure I did…

Yeah, pretty much I locked all of them.

Bang!

Then, all of a sudden, I heard the sound of the backdoor of our home burst open!

Darn!

Don’t tell me that…

Our backdoor was a stupid old one and sometimes, it accidentally opened by itself thanks to the wind and with that horrible storm brewing up outside, this might have been what just happened now, but damn it, I was pretty certain that I had locked that door!

Don’t tell me that this one was the only one I forgot to lock!

It had to be what it was.

I forgot to lock that one door in the back of the house.

Still hoping that it was only the strong wind pushing that old door open, I reluctantly and slowly walked to the other side of my house to see what was going on. Being home alone and scared, I timidly made my way to the back of the house. It took me a long time to make it there, but once I did, I saw that the back door was shut.

How could this be the case?

I heard it burst open.

How was it shut again?

I slowly walked up to the backdoor and locked it for good this time.

I looked around, and I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

There were no indications that anyone had broken in.

There was nothing.

Well, I thought there was nothing at first, but that was because I didn’t look long and attentively enough. I was too stressed and nervous.

Blip!

The sound of my foot stepping into a puddle of water.

I looked down and saw many small puddles of water all over the area around the backdoor. Those were footsteps—watery footsteps. The footsteps led into the kitchen where I had just come from. How did I not notice all that water on the floor of the house just now? I had not been observant enough. This was on me.

However, this meant that someone had, indeed, entered my home. I was alone and there was an escaped criminal on the loose. Could she be in my house?

I thought about opening the backdoor and getting the hell out of here while I still could, but the storm had picked up, and it was now raging. The wind was so strong that the entire house was constantly creaking and cracking. The rain was heavy, as well. Going outside right now was not the best of ideas and besides, I still didn’t know for sure who had just entered the house without saying anything. It could be pretty bad, but yet again, it could be my big sis. That was highly possible. I finally found the courage to stay inside and cleared my throat. I then walked closer to the kitchen, following the wet footsteps on the floor.

“Sis? Is that you?” It took a lot out of me, but I finally made my voice heard throughout the house. I didn’t shout or anything like that, but it was far from a whisper.

…

Unfortunately, for me, there was no response.

I continued following the watery footsteps until I stepped into the kitchen.

Then, the wet footsteps right at the entrance of the kitchen, which I found to be quite odd. The footsteps ended and there was no other sign of my big sister or this stranger to have ventured any deeper into our house.

Confused, I looked around and I didn’t see anything.

“Hello?”

…

There was still no reply, at all.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling exhausted and quite honestly, feeling like I was losing it. The tension went away. Perhaps there was nothing and those damn footsteps were only my sister’s before she left earlier. Maybe she simply went back inside, having forgotten something on the kitchen counter, and then went back out, explaining the wet footsteps. Perhaps there was nothing more to it, in the end…

I still decided to call for her one more time just in case she was, indeed, here, somewhere…

“Jessica? Big sis?”

“Not quite…”

It was at that moment that I heard a woman’s voice I had never heard before.

I slowly looked up to discover that a woman was sitting on the ceiling right above my head, sticking to it and attentively watching me.