Robbing My Mate's Brother

1. Working the Club

Author's Note: I know literally nothing about alcohol or watches, I Google searched them, so if it's wrong, I'm sorry.

Kara

I scope out the club from the bar, searching for my next target. I hate doing this, but I only ever take things from the guys who won't miss them. Ya know, the one's who have eight more Casio G-Shock MR-G Connected Solar Watches in their automatic watch drawer in their mansion.

This is a dangerous game. Men who are too drunk could seriously do some damage, but if the man isn't drunk enough, then the theft might not work.

I find a guy sitting in the corner alone. Nope, too sober.

There's a guy with ladies crawling all over him. Nope, too unpredictable.

A guy is sitting at the bar with Scotch alone. He's wearing a custom three-piece suit and a beautiful shiny Casio. Ohhhhhh, yes! Bingo! Target acquired.

I sway my hips back and forth slowly as I walk towards him. His eyes travel from the end of my dress to my hips and he smirks before continuing to my chest and finally, our eyes meet. He smirks as I take the seat next to him on the barstool.

"What's a pretty woman like you doing here all alone?" He flirts.

I fake giggle and bat my eyes. "I'm looking for someone to dance with," I smile.

"Well, look no further because I happen to be an amazing dancer," He comments.

"Okay...."

"Cameron," Cameron fills in.

"Okay, Cameron. Let's see what you've got," I reply.

"Don't I get your name?" Cameron asks, making a pouty face.

"Leila," I lie. I take his hand and lead him to the middle of the dance floor. People are 'dancing' all around us, and we soon get with the beat.

I bring my hands to his hair, and he closes his eyes. They're always so easy..... I trail my hands down his clothed chest, but he grabs them. Cameron wraps my arms around his neck and grinds onto me. Ugh, this is the hardest and most important part; pretending I like it.

I close my eyes and pretend I'm not rubbing myself on some random guy, so I can steal his wallet and maybe his watch. We dance for a few minutes.

"Wanna get a drink?" Cameron asks breathing heavily.

"Sure," I smile. This time, he takes my hand and leads me back to the bar.

"What's your drink of choice?" Cameron questions. A shot of vodka with a chaser would be great right about now, but I'm guessing that's not going to get me that watch and wallet....

"Piña Colada please," I answer.

"Okay, can I get a Piña Colada for the lady and I'll have a scotch on the rocks," Cameron tells the bartender. Mike nods to him and begins making the drinks.

Mike and I are kinda partners I guess. When I was new to stealing, I slipped up and Mike made me an offer; he gets 10 percent of what I make and he keeps his mouth shut. He also provides protection if needed. I think for him it's spending money as he has a full-time job, and he doesn't always collect.

I sit next to Cameron. "Here m'lady," Cameron smirks as he hands me my girly drink. We drink and make small talk for a while.

"Wanna go dance some more?" I ask teasingly.

He throws Mike a fifty. "Keep the change," Cameron comments. He just bought like fifteen dollars worth of drinks and gave him a fifty! He's asking to be robbed. I mean, who does that? Someone who doesn't have to worry where their next car will come from. I stifle in a laugh at the thought.

We're on the dance floor. Cameron pulls me flush against him, and I grab onto his jacket. My hand slips into his jacket pocket and grabs his wallet as I rub against him. Now for the worst part.... My hand travels down to his pants. He closes his eyes as I whisper, "Wanna go somewhere, just the two of us?" I tuck his wallet in my sleeve while he's distracted.

Cameron nods. He grabs my hand and leads me to the exit. We come out into an alley. Cameron pushes me lightly against the wall and crashes his lips on mine. We make out for a few minutes, before I pull away. The moment of truth....

"I'm sorry. I....I don't want to go that far," I tell him nervously.

Cameron nods, disappointment in his eyes. "It's okay," he says. That could've gone so much worse......and he was so nice I almost feel bad for taking his wallet, almost.

"I'm going to head home. Do you need a ride or anything?" Cameron asks rubbing the back of his neck.

"No thank you," I reply. Cameron walks away awkwardly and I go back into the club. I find Mike and he brings me to a back room.

We sit at a table, and I open the wallet. There is a bunch of twenties and fifties. Yesssss! I count the money twice. $780! That guy is so stupid. What if he was robbed....like the violent way by men?

I made $700 dollars tonight! I could probably use this to stay in a hotel for a few weeks, but I need to be able to buy food and other stuff. I guess it's back to my shack for tonight.

I walk about a mile to the alley I call home. No one comes here and I've cleaned it up. It's still an alley, but I've gotten some wood and metal pieces, so I have a heavy duty tent thing. It's hidden behind some garbage and from the outside, it doesn't look like a shelter, but it keeps me dry. I go inside and change into a sweatshirt and sweatpants, before pulling my thick blanket over me.

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Author's Note:
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Originally posted: 9/13/19