The girl robber wants guy camera

The busty blonde secretary sauntered into the office, her high heels clicking loudly on the marble floor. She had opted to skip the usual pencil skirt and button-down shirt that day, instead donning a low-cut satin blouse, lacy stockings, and a garter belt that held up her thigh-highs. The small camera tucking her cleavage was nearly invisible.

“Good morning,” she purred, tossing her long golden hair over her shoulder as she walked past her coworker’s desk. He couldn’t help but stare, his eyes drawn to the tantalizing swells of her breasts nearly spilling out of her half-unbuttoned blouse.

“Oh! Good morning!” he sputtered, quickly averting his gaze back to his computer screen. The girl robber smirked. This was going to be too easy.

She waited until he went to the break room, then quickly got to work, her nimble fingers flying over the keyboard as she accessed the company’s security cameras. Within minutes, she had them all cycling on a loop, effectively erasing any evidence of her presence.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching and panicked. Heart pounding, she slipped behind a filing cabinet just as the man returned, coffee in hand. He sat down heavily in his chair, oblivious to the furious blonde less than six feet away.

The girl robber knew she had to move quickly. She typed a few final commands on the laptop to finish her hacking job, then quietly made her way to her own desk. Snatching up a thick file folder, she stuffed a few papers into it, giving her the slim pretense that she had legitimate business being there.

“You’re still here…” the man remarked, looking up from his screen with feigned surprise. “I thought you had to leave early for that important meeting.”

“Oh! Yes, well…” She laughed nervously, realizing her mistake. “I just needed to grab some files first. You know how it is.” Stepping closer to the man’s desk, she arched her back to give him an eyeful of her jutting cleavage.

He couldn’t resist the enticing view, his eyes straying down even as he replied “Right. Of course. I’ll just…uh…get back to this report I was working on…”

His voice seemed to get stuck in his throat as his gaze roved over her body, taking in every inch of silky skin and dangerous curve. The girl robber saw his pupils dilate and bit back a smile. He was putty in her skilled hands already.

“Oh, and could you do me a huge favor?” She fluttered her long lashes, leaning forward to give him an eyeful down her rapidly unbuttoning blouse. “Since I’m running so late, would you mind putting this folder on my desk? Only if it’s not too much trouble…” She nodded meaningfully at the thick file she’d tossed nonchalantly on the corner of his desk.

“Oh, uh…sure. Sure, no problem,” he stammered, reaching for the folder. As he did, the girl robber grabbed a fistful of his tie and yanked him violently out of his chair. He barely had time to gasp in surprise before she had him pinned face-down across his desk, immobilizing his wrists with a pair of zip-ties pulled from her bra.

“What the- I don’t- Please…” He squirmed vainly against her iron grip, but the busty bandit had the strength of a woman possessed. Woozy with fear and burgeoning arousal, the man found himself completely at her mercy.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” she cooed in mock sympathy, looming over him like a tigress poised to devour her prey. “But it seems there’s been a terrible misunderstanding. You see, I’m not actually a secretary… I’m a thief.” Her voice dropped to a silky purr. “And you, my dear, are going to help me get what I want.”

His mind reeled, struggling to process the dizzying mix of terror and illicit pleasure. The warmth of her body pressing against him from behind, the dizzying scent of her perfume, the maddening realization of his utter helplessness – it was all too much. He was rapidly losing touch with reality.

“Wh-what do you want,” he gasped, fighting the urge to whimper. “Take my wallet, take whatever…”

“Oh I fully intend to.” She chuckled darkly, deft fingers making quick work of the man’s slacks. “But first… I think you need to be taught a lesson in priorities.” With a wicked smirk, she unzipped the camera rig hiding in her cleavage, bringing it around to waggle in front of his face. “This little piece of equipment is going to help me make sure you don’t go running your pretty little mouth to the cops.”

The man’s eyes widened with dawning horror as he understood her intentions. “Please, you can’t- I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Please…”

Ignoring his pleas, she deftly strapped the camera to his face, tilting and adjusting it until it was positioned just right. A hasty glance at the small screen confirmed that it captured the entire room in crystal-clear quality. Perfection. Smiling cruelly, the girl robber brought the camera to bear on her bound hostage.

“Say cheese!” she smirked, sabotaging him with a few well-placed clicks. She’d be damned before she let him go free – instead, the compromising footage would ensure his eternal cooperation. Once she was satisfied with the job she’d done, she padded to the safe in her crackling stilettos. Left hog-tied and streaming his own live sex broadcast, her prisoner could only squeal as the door swung open, the office’s secrets bared for her to plunder at will.

With a wicked wink at the camera, the girl robber made off into the night, only the fading sound of her heels and theikkicki clickkkkt of the video transmission ending. Her work was done. As the man crumpled onto the floor in a heap of violated clothes and broken dignity, the office slumped into throatchoked silence. Only the computer’s cooling fans whirred gently, humming a lullaby as they bathed the darkening room in soft, impenetrable shadows.