Nicolette Sticky Fingers Pics

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The greenbacks had been vanishing from my restaurant, like a thief emptying out a piggy bank. To catch the culprit, I installed a small, discreet camera, blinking like a black cyclops eye in the corner. The grainy footage revealed my waitress, Nicolette Brandy, her fingers dancing over the cash register, helping herself to my hard-earned money. I tailed her home from the restaurant, still in her uniform, the scent of grease and desperation clinging to her like a second skin.

As she entered her dimly lit house, I struck, grabbing her from behind. Cash fluttered through the air like a scene from a cheap heist movie, fluttering and scattering across the worn carpeted floor. I had come prepared, a length of rope coiled like a serpent in my hand. Nicolette, despite her struggles, was quickly secured, her elbows lashed together along with her wrists, knees, and ankles. A bandana, rolled and tied as a cleave gag, silenced her protests.

To drive the lesson home, I popped open her blouse, buttons flying like tiny plastic coins, revealing her ample breasts, heaving with each furious breath. Humiliation would be her punishment, a harsh reminder every time she remembered the neighbors finding her like this.

Nicolette thrashed on the floor like a rodeo calf, her cowgirl boots scuffing against the faded linoleum. She was a sight, bound and gagged, breasts heaving, eyes wild. I took a moment to enjoy the scene, her furious struggles serving only to emphasize her helplessness.

Soon, I would collect my money, stuffing the scattered bills back into my pockets, and leave Nicolette alone to contemplate her misdeeds.