Uniform Stealing Board

Unable to run for the hills, Sally Perkins and Belinda Dykinson looked at each other and escaped in the other direction. Both criminals were young and fast, so they kept a good lead with the policewomen chasing them. However, the sight of two prisoners wearing bright orange jumpers would not remain unnoticed for long in Pleasantville, one of the most recently built suburbs of Horizonte, where their middle-class dwellers were getting ready to go to work. That is why the two criminals decided to split and, after getting a change of clothes, meet again in thirty minutes at a small café.

Sally saw, with the corner of her eye, a garage door which was not fully closed, so she ran towards it and rolled inside. After a few tense minutes, she was sure that her chasers had lost track of her and that no one in the house had noticed anything unusual. Besides being a computer expert, Sally knew how to fight and did not mind stealing other women’s uniforms, but she was more respectful with their victims than most of the members of the team, especially if they were not cops, security guards or such. That is why she decided to steal some clothes and, ideally, leave the house as soon as possible without anyone being the wiser. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

She carefully opened the door which connected the garage with house but, after walking a few steps, she heard the unmistakable noise of a pair of heels. Someone was coming downstairs, so she quickly opened the first door to her right, hoping that it was empty.

Sally was in one of the house’s main bedrooms, but, fortunately for her, whoever slept there was now in the shower. The blonde criminal walked on her tiptoes because the bathroom door was ajar. She saw a feminine figure inside the shower’s cubicle and immediately found for a place to hide. With some luck, she could wait until the woman went to work and, then, leave the house with some borrowed clothes. Sally found a big closet, full of winter stuff, which seemed the ideal spot, until she realised that the door did not fully close. However, it was too late to find another hiding place because the shower’s noise had stopped.

Sitting on the darkness, Sally saw a buxom brunette with reddish-brown hair and big brown eyes, wearing only a towel to cover her sexy body. The blonde criminal felt a bit guilty for creeping on the unsuspecting woman, but the scene was very alluring. The woman took off her towel, displaying her rotund, firm boobs and her enticing round ass and thighs. After putting on a lavender-coloured lacy thong and a matching bra, she rolled a pair of light-brown pantyhose up her legs. Sally held her breath, trying to remain as silent as possible, her eyes fixated on the attractive woman, but the closet’s damned door opened with a creek.

Both women stared at each other in surprise for a few moments. Luckily for her, it was Sally who reacted quicker. The blonde criminal ran towards the buxom brunette and covered her mouth with her hand before she could shout. The woman, as expected, was freaking out after seeing an escaped convict hiding in her closet, so Sally realised that she did not have time to explain that her intentions were not evil, at least not very evil. The blonde criminal found a pair of used white bikini panties on the floor and shoved them in the woman’s mouth. With the speed of light, she also grabbed a pair of brown pantyhose and used them to tie her hands behind her back. Now that the brunette was mostly subdued, Sally had a few seconds to open a drawer, where she found more pantyhose to fully restrain her captive. She used another brown pair to tie her ankles, so she would stop kicking her legs, and a black pair to be sure that the panty-gag remained in place.

Sally did not have time to catch a break though, as she heard the pair of heels again. The criminal rushed for the bathroom, leaving the shower running, and then dragged the bound and gagged brunette to a wardrobe with her, where they both miraculously fit. ‘Hopefully the other woman, thinking that her flatmate is still on the shower, leaves the bedroom, giving me some time to escape’, Sally thought with unfounded optimism.

The brunette’s flatmate was a stunning, busty blonde with short hair and blue eyes who wore a professional attire, consisting of black high-heeled shoes, dark grey pencil skirt and blazer and a pink blouse. She was drinking a cup of coffee and her furious pacing indicated that she was very annoyed at her flatmate for not being ready yet. She was so agitated that she spilt her coffee on her. ‘Fuck!!!’, she cursed. ‘Wendy, sweetie, I am sorry, but I have to pick up the rest of my suits from the dry cleaner this afternoon, so I am going to borrow your red dress and your black blazer. Thank you! Please, hurry up!’, she shouted to her flatmate, thinking that she was actually in the shower, and, without expecting an answer, she started to undress.

Sally knew what was going to happen next, so she was not surprised in the slightest when the door of the wardrobe opened and the blonde woman, wearing only racy semi-transparent red panties, a matching lacy bra and black stockings, saw her flatmate bound and gagged in her underwear, being held by an escaped convict wearing an orange jumper. Fortunately for Sally, the blonde women froze in place, unable to react. The criminal, on the contrary, knew what to do: She quickly opened the drawer full of pantyhose again and took three pairs which she used to tie the blonde’ hands behind her back, her ankles, and to hogtie her. By then, the initial shock had turned into a mixture of anger and fear, so the woman started to shout. Fortunately, no one else lived in the house, so Sally had time to walk to the basket of the dirty laundry, fish a pair of used black panties and shove them in the blonde’s woman mouth, her patience running out.

There was no rest for the wicked, though, as Sally heard the doorbell ring. Rolling her eyes in frustration, she hoped that whoever it was would leave after waiting for a couple of minutes, but that was not the case. They rang again and when Sally heard someone forcefully knocking at the door and shouting ‘This is the police, please open’, she knew that she had to do something.

Sally took off her orange jumper and underwear, consisting on white bikini panties and a grey sports bra, and tossed them in the damned closet whose door did not fully closed. Once she was completely naked, she wrapped the brunette’s towel around her body and went to answer the door, pretending that she lived there and she could not hear the doorbell from the shower.

When she opened the door, Sally saw two policewomen, a short, busty Latina with curly black hair, and a tall, slim brunette with a pixie cut, who wore black skirts, light-blue shirts, black ties and black hats. They were accompanied by some kind of soccer-mom, an attractive blonde in her early forties who wore trainers, tight yoga pants and a black and grey top which hardly contained her massive and still firm boobs.

More surprisingly, it was the blonde woman who spoke first: ‘I am telling you again, officers. I saw someone sneaking inside this garage, and I guarantee you that this woman does not live here’.
Sally was shocked by such a precise and direct accusation, but she managed to hide it with a quick response. ‘I do not: I am Wendy’s cousin. I am going to start an internship at her law firm, so I am crushing at the couch until I found a place to live’, she said, remembering one of the women’s name and correctly guessing their captives’ occupation.

The soccer-mom was clearly taken-aback by such a good reply, but she was relentless. The police officers, on the other hand, now thought that the noisy neighbour was wasting their time, so they asked her to go home, falsely assuring that they would take care of everything. The blonde woman, fuming, jogged towards her house while shouting ‘wait for a second, officers. I will be back in a minute’.

The two cops made a couple of perfunctory questions, which Sally easily answered, and they were ready to leave, when they heard someone shouting for help. The criminal recognised the voice of the blonde, who had managed, probably with the help of her flatmate, to get rid of her panty-gag. The policewomen reacted very fast though, and raised their guns at her. They, however, immediately made a big mistake: the brunette cop went to check on the bedroom, leaving Sally alone with her partner.

The criminal knew that this was her opportunity and, with astonishing speed, took off her towel and threw it at the surprised Latina officer. Without knowing what has happened, the policewoman found herself at the mercy of Sally, who grabbed her for behind and pointed her own gun at her. ‘Walk’, she said with a surprisingly threatening tone, while she pushed the cop towards the bedroom where her partner was trying to free the two attractive bound and gagged women who lived in the house. Everything has happened so quickly that the brunette cop had only had time to ask a few questions to the blonde woman when Sally irrupted in the room and pushed the Latina policewoman against her, making both officers to fall on the floor.

Pointing the gun at the two defeated cops, Sally tried to remain calm, but it had been a long day. ‘Ok, first thing first. You, quickly take out your gun from the holster using only two fingers and threw it towards me’, she said to the brunette policewoman, ‘while you put those panties back on that bitch’s mouth. I am tired of hearing her’, she ordered to her partner. The blonde woman shouted in protest, but the Latina cop complied, realising that behind that kind look, the blonde convict was a hardened criminal.

‘Seriously, I tried to be nice, but I am tired of it. Start taking off your clothes, now’, she barked at the increasingly frightened policewomen. The two officers quickly complied and, a few seconds later, her black skirts, light-blue shirts, black ties, black hats and black short-heeled shoes were piled up on the floor. After that, the two cops, now wearing the same kind of underwear, Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bras, raised their hands in submission.

Sally, however, was not done with them though. ‘Take off your bras too’, she icily ordered. The two cops exchanged a quick look and, after a few seconds of hesitation, they did that too. The criminal admired the Latina’s big boobs and the brunette’s smallish but perky tits before cruelly saying: ‘I do not want to look for something to gag you, so take off your panties and stuffed them into your partner’s mouth. Now!’. The policewomen initial reluctance quickly dissipated after they heard Sally’s angry voice. When the criminal threw their own handcuffs to the cops and ordered to restrain themselves together, the policewomen had completely lost any remaining wish to fight back that they had in them.

The criminal opened the drawer of infinite pantyhose again and used several pairs to tie the policewomen’s ankles and thighs and to keep the panties on their mouth. After that, she forced them to hop to the closet, where they sat back to back. Sally looked at the brunette and the blonde who lived in the house and immediately realised that they were completely subdued, so there was no need for further measures. Consequently, the criminal retrieved her underwear and started to go through the policewomen’s uniforms, choosing the items which fitted her better.

Once she was dressed up as a cop, Sally started to calm down, so when she heard the doorbell ring again she did not snap. She quickly walked to the front door and carefully looked through the peephole. It was Belinda, who wore a short black skirt, a white top, black pantyhose, black boots and, more surprisingly, a detective badge.

When Sally opened the door, her strawberry blonde friend flooded her with an unstoppable stream of words. ‘Oh my God, Sally! I did not know you were hiding here until a few moments ago. You have to tell me everything, but you would not believe what happened to me!’, she excitedly erupted. Sally, smiling, replied: ‘I am very tired, Belinda, so please tell me everything. I need a good laugh before we start looking for the rest of our friends.

When Belinda Dykinson lost sight of Sally, she correctly figured out that her friend had found a place to hide, so she realised that she should do the same as quickly as possible. She was not presented with many options, so the strawberry blonde criminal, acutely aware that the policewomen who chased them would arrive any moment, hid on a garden shed. The place was big enough that she could wait more or less comfortably for a while. The other main advantage was that it had two small semi-translucent windows from where she could watch her surroundings without being seen. Lastly, but more importantly, it was filled with twines, rolls of tape and old cloths that could be used to bound and gag a propitious victim. In sum, it seemed like the perfect place to wait for an opportunity to find a straggler cop and steal her uniform, so she could reunite with Sally at the café. She was wrong though.

The streets of the suburbs were soon filled with policewomen who chased the escaped convicts, so Belinda got excited, weighing her options. The first, obvious, choice was a statuesque, raven-haired beauty with tanned skin who wore her hair in a long braid. The tall amazon, who wore navy-blue pants and shirt and black boots, stood only a few yards from her, standing at the other side of the property’s small fence, talking to her walkie. Belinda devised a plan: she would quietly open the shed’s door, and crawl towards the unsuspecting cop. Then, she would jump her, covering her mouth so she could not shout for help, and then she would drag her to the shed. The cop was fit and strong, but Belinda had learned Krav Magá and martial arts from Ursula, plus she had the element of surprise in her favour. She could do it. The strawberry blonde criminal continued daydreaming: she pictured herself removing the clothes from the cop, who would, nonetheless, put up a good fight. Instead of the classical Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bras that most of the cops now wore, she imagined the statuesque officer wearing cheeky black panties which did not fully covered her round ass and a lacy black bra. Belinda then dreamed on how, after tying her with twine, she would have time to lift the bra and feast on the raven-haired’s smallish but firm tits for a little bit before she escaped, wearing her uniform and leaving her bound, gagged and humiliated in her underwear. However, the opportunity passed when the tall cop was summoned by her superiors, which made her leave immediately.

Belinda did not have time to lament the raven-haired cop’s departure because she immediately saw another possible target. This time, she saw two petite policewomen, a slim blonde with brown eyes, and a brunette with light-brown hair, green eyes and a round face, inspecting the nearby property. The two cops wore black skirt, light-blue shirt, black tie, black hats, and flat black shoes and it was evident that they were rookies. Belinda thought that she could easily take care of the two bimbos by herself. She would climb the fence and hid in the neighbour’s rosebushes until the two policewomen walked towards the stairs which led to the basement. The strawberry criminal was sure that it was that creepy place what had attracted the interest of the attractive officers, thinking that it would be a good place for a convict to hide, which was not, because you would be trapped there if the door which connects the basement to the house was locked. Belinda drew a very clear picture in her mind: Once they were out of sight, it would be easy to jump the brunette from behind and take her gun while grabbing her. Then, she would force the two cops to get into the basement and to strip at gun-point. The criminal imagined the blonde officer wearing red tanga panties and a semi-transparent lacy bra while the brunette had opted for light-green bikini panties and a matching bra. She would not have much time to have fun with captives, but Belinda wanted to be a bit creative, like her cousin Susan normally was. She would obviously tie the cops’ hands behind their backs, but she would also tie their legs together and would circle her breasts with more rope before taking their round and firm boobs out of their bras. The strawberry blonde criminal hoped that the house was owned by some kind of pervert who would have ball-gags and other toys in the basement, so she could have at least five or ten minutes of fun. Fifteen tops, she swore to herself. However, her fantasies evaporated when the two bimbos were joined by her sergeant, and another cop, both curvy and Latinas. Belinda imagined the two newly arrived officers bound and gagged, wearing only white thongs and matching bras, and how she would enjoy eating their huge tetas and spanking her round asses, but, realistically, she could not take on four cops at once. Even Ursula might not be able to do it.

Eight minutes later, when she saw that another two pretty cops, a busty Latina and a brunette who wore a ponytail, walked towards the house in front of the street, far from her reach, Belinda started to lose hope. However, an unexpected opportunity arose soon after that: The criminal saw that the owner of the house where she was hiding crossed the street and came back home. The woman was a blonde in her early forties who wore tight yoga pants and a black and grey top which hardly contained her massive and still firm boobs, so she looked like a hot soccer-mom. From her vantage point in the garden shed, the criminal saw with delight that the blonde was so angry that she had left her door ajar, so she filled her pockets with tape and cloths a ran to the house.

The criminal saw the soccer-mom walking upstairs, so she followed her at a prudent distance. The blonde woman entered in the master bedroom, fuming. Belinda overheard that she was angrily looking for her phone, and that two stupid cows did not know how to do their job, while she talked to another woman, whom she called affectionately ‘Rache’ and who seemed to be half-asleep, because she only mumbled an inaudible answer as response. The strawberry blonde laid on the floor and dared to have a look inside the bedroom. She saw the soccer-mom frantically emptying her bag, while the other woman, a slim, brunette with long hair and a pretty face who was also in her early forties, lazily laid on bed, wearing only Intimissimi white panties and a red t-shirt with the name of a university college printed on it.

Belinda would have rather steal the uniform of a cop that having to bound and gag a pair of hot, suburban lesbians in order to steal some of their clothes, but at this point she had no choice. The criminal crawled towards the bed and, when she saw that the blonde got into a big dresser, she jumped the brunette, who was still in bed, and dragged her to the floor. Belinda immediately stuffed a cloth in the woman’s mouth, preventing her from screaming, and managed to bend her arms behind her back to tape her wrists together, but it was not an easy task. Despite being half asleep, the brunette fought like a lioness, so the strawberry criminal struggled to circle her ankles with tape and to seal her lips with the same material, so she would not spit the cloth from her mouth. Lying on the floor, the brunette kept squirming and shot daggers with her eyes at Belinda, but there was nothing she could do now.

The criminal did not have much time to reflect on how a hot lesbian in her forties who lives in the suburbs could be so fierce because she had to take care of the blonde. Belinda stealthily walked into the dresser and saw the soccer-mom on her knees, displaying her round ass, while she punched the secret combination of a safe.

The escaped convict knew that it was her chance, so she pulled the blonde’s arms from behind and quickly tried to tie her wrists together with tape, like she had done with the brunette. The soccer-mom, however, reacted with uncanny speed and fought back, so both women rolled to the floor, trying to subdue their opponent. After two minutes of struggle which seemed eternal, Belinda managed to get the upper hand and she was able to finally bend the blonde’s arms behind her back and to tie her wrists with tape. The woman did not surrender though, so the criminal lost any regard for her victim and forced her to kneel on top the now open safe. Then, she lowered her tight yoga pants, revealing the blonde’s round ass and enticing thighs, barely covered by a white thong, and started to spank her. The woman shouted, protested and threatened Belinda, but she started to lose stamina, so the criminal managed to circle her ankles with tape and to do the same with her thighs, for good measure. There was no need to silence her yet, as no one could hear them. Besides that, the blonde was so angry that her foreign accent became more evident, so her insults and threats were turning Belinda on.

The criminal went back to bedroom and carried the slim brunette on her shoulder to the dresser because she wanted to keep an eye on both her captives after she realised how dangerous they were. The woman still struggled, so Belinda spanked her round ass too. The escaped convict dropped her on the floor and decided to hurry. The blonde woman was closer to Belinda’s body type, so she started to examine her closets. She quickly picked a cute outfit which consisted of a short black skirt and a white top. The criminal also took a pair of black pantyhose and a pair of cool, tall, black boots, which was responded with a look of unmitigated hatred from the soccer-mom.

Ready to go, Belinda gave a last look at her hot captives. Knowing that they were lesbians, made it even more enticing to spend some quality time with them before leaving to meet Sally, but she knew that even her cousin Susan had a code, and she did not take advantages of ‘civilians’ unless it was justified. The blonde was a stunner but the brunette, even wearing white bikini panties and a t-shirt, looked amazing as well.

Then, it dawned on her. Belinda then rushed to closets on the brunette’s side of the dresser and started to open her drawers until she found a dozen of Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bras. Laughing, she walked towards the blonde, who had not moved from the sexy and humiliating position in which the criminal had placed her because she preferred to had her round ass on display rather than reveal the content of the safe to the convict.

Belinda spanked the blonde one more time before pushing her aside. With a look of triumph, he took two guns and two detective badges which read ‘Zenon’ and ‘Adams’ from the safe and shouted ‘Oh my fucking God! You two are ex-cops who had become Private Investigators. You are fair game now!’. The two women, mortified, did not dare to dispute it.

The criminal then started to frantically roam through the closets. She thought that she had still some minutes to spare, so she wanted to find the lesbians’ ‘secret drawer’ where they kept all the toys that she was 100% sure they had. It did not take long to do it and the find did not disappoint her in the slightest.

Belinda started by using a big, red ball-gag to silence the blonde, who resisted fiercely but futilely, and then replaced the brunette cloth with a tight bit-gag. Then, she proceeded to do what she called ‘the warm up’: she raised her top and t-shirt, respectively, and started to fondle the Private Investigators’ breasts and to smack and grope her round butts before she took two vibrator-wands from the drawer and placed them on their pussies, taping them to their thighs.

The ‘secret drawer’ offered endless possibilities, but, suddenly, a second realization dawned on Belinda. The criminal remembered how the blonde was bitching about two stupid cows and she immediately realised that she referred to the cops who had gone to the house in front of theirs’. She correctly figured out that the soccer-mom might have seen Sally entering the house and had tried to alert the police, without success. ‘That is why she came back! She wanted to call her contacts on the local force or to show them her badge so they will take her seriously!’, Belinda thought, now riddled with concern and guilt for having lost so much precious time.

Belinda quickly got one of the detective badges and ran downstairs, leaving the two P.Is bound and gagged in their underwear inside their dresser and in the verge of reluctantly reaching an orgasm. The criminal crossed the street, now calmer once she realised that the two cops were nowhere to be seen, which meant that Sally was still hiding or, more likely, that she had managed to take care of them. When her blonde friend opened the door, Belinda beamed with joy.

‘And that is my story!’, Belinda concluded. ‘Wow, that was mental!’, Sally politely replied, because she thought, in hindsight, that her own adventure was at least equally funny. The blonde criminal did not share it with Belinda now because they had more pressing matters at hand. ‘I saw Zoe and Susan running to the cabin in the hills, while you and I escaped to the town. What I do not know is where Samantha and Nadia, Ursula’s younger sister, went’, Sally said with concern.