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Joseline Kelly, Zoe Parker, Jenna Ashley, and Danica Dillon were the kind of pretty, airheaded teens who thought life was one big party waiting to happen. Broke after blowing their allowance on new makeup and club outfits, they hatched the dumbest plan imaginable: break into a random house, grab whatever looked valuable, and fund their next weekend of drinking and dancing. They even dressed for the occasion like it was a themed photoshoot %u2013 matching black fishnet stockings that climbed their long legs, tiny denim cutoff shorts that hugged their round asses, and oversized black hoodies zipped just low enough to show cleavage. Everything coordinated, of course. Fashion first, even when committing a crime. They picked a quiet house on the edge of their neighborhood, jimmied the back door open with a credit card like they'd seen in movies, and slipped inside giggling nervously. Flashlights from their phones swept over drawers and shelves as they rummaged through cabinets, pockets, nightstands. Jewelry box, some cash, maybe a nice watch %u2013 anything to pawn for quick cash. Then the bedroom door creaked open. Standing there was Ms. Harper, the strict single woman who'd lived down the street when they were younger. She recognized them instantly %u2013 those faces, those outfits, that guilty frozen panic. Her eyes narrowed. "You little idiots," she said, voice calm but icy. "I'm calling the cops right now. Breaking and entering? You'll be spending years in juvie, then prison. Say goodbye to your cute little lives." The girls froze. Joseline's lower lip trembled. Zoe clutched Jenna's arm. Danica actually started to cry softly. The thought of mugshots, orange jumpsuits, losing their freedom %u2013 it hit them like ice water. They begged, voices overlapping in desperate pleas. Ms. Harper studied them for a long moment, arms crossed, then let out a slow sigh. A small, dangerous smile tugged at her lips. "Fine. I won't call anyone... if you strip. Everything off. Right now. I need to make sure you're not hiding anything valuable on you." The girls exchanged wide-eyed glances. It was humiliating, but better than jail. One by one they peeled off the hoodies, revealing tight bralettes underneath. Shorts slid down toned thighs, fishnets stayed on for now because Ms. Harper said "leave those." Bras came next, freeing perky young breasts that bounced in the cool air. Finally the panties %u2013 black lace thongs that matched the vibe %u2013 dropped to the floor. Four naked teens stood there, fishnet-clad legs trembling, arms awkwardly covering themselves, cheeks burning. Ms. Harper circled them slowly, inspecting like she was appraising stolen goods. Then she reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small velvet bag. Out came three thick, realistic dildos in different colors, plus a sleek vibrator. "You wanted to take something that wasn't yours," she said, voice low and husky now. "So now you're going to take something else." Before they could protest she pressed the vibrator into Zoe's hand, guided Joseline's fingers around a purple dildo, handed Jenna the pink one. Danica got nothing yet %u2013 Ms. Harper wanted her watching first. It started awkward. Hesitant touches, nervous giggles turning into soft gasps as the toys buzzed and slid against slick skin. Ms. Harper knelt between them, showing them exactly how %u2013 slow circles on swollen clits, shallow thrusts that made hips jerk. Soon the room filled with wet sounds, breathy moans, the hum of the vibrator. Joseline was the first to give in fully. She dropped to her knees, spread Zoe's thighs, and buried her face between them, tongue flicking eagerly while Zoe fucked herself with the dildo. Jenna straddled Danica's lap on the bed, grinding their wet pussies together, nipples brushing, mouths crashing in sloppy, hungry kisses. Ms. Harper watched for a minute, then joined, sliding two fingers deep into Jenna while sucking hard on one perfect nipple. What began as coercion melted into pure, shameless lust. They forgot why they were there. Forgot the break-in, the fear. All that mattered was the heat building, the slick slide of bodies, the way every touch sent sparks racing. Joseline came first, shuddering against Zoe's mouth with a muffled cry. Zoe followed, back arching as the dildo hit just right. Jenna and Danica rubbed frantically until they shattered together, thighs trembling, voices blending in high, desperate whimpers. Ms. Harper brought them down slowly, kissing each one in turn, tasting their release on their lips. When they finally collapsed in a sweaty, panting pile on the bed, still tangled in fishnets and smeared makeup, Ms. Harper stood over them with a satisfied smirk. "Consider your debt paid," she said. "But next time you want money... just knock. I might have better ways for you girls to earn it." The four teens looked up at her, flushed and dazed, already wondering when they could come back.