Mona (short for Ramona) summoned the top brass of her gang in front of their target. The trio of hoodlums was also comprised by Sam, a dirty blonde haired girl, about 180 lbs, slightly on the chubby side, but strong as a bull. Sam looked like the good white girl that seemed inoffensive for everyone, but she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing that always carried a good deal of simmering aggression; which was a coveted asset for a gang when things start to get ugly. The third member chosen for that evening heist was Tonya, a tough black girl sporting 150 lbs of pure muscle with an explosive attitude that often needed to be contained by the rest of the gang. Mona herself, despite her tough trashy look and her toned 130 lbs frame, was the brain of the gang.
She had spent several days studying their target, a luxury boutique on a posh neighborhood where the wealthiest women in town spent fortunes. The plan was quite simple, storm in, take whatever valuable they could find and leave.
She learned the store closed 7PM on weekdays, and at precisely 7.30PM the staff comprised by three women and the doorman would leave the boutique. The owner, a platinum blonde in her late thirties, usually would stay alone for a few minutes before leaving.
That evening, when the staff left the boutique, Mona glanced at her phone just to check the time, “Fuck , 7.30PM! Those fuckers must have a clock in their ass!” she thought before assembling her sidekicks. As she had shared the intelligence work with them, there were few things left to improvisation.
“Girls, this must be easy. When the blonde bitch opens the front door to leave, we storm inside with her.”
Tonya’s eyes sparkled in anticipation. The black gangster had a particular loathing of those stuck up rich bitches.
“I wanna kick her sorry ass right now!”
The gang laughed loudly, as Tonya was the one in charge of neutralizing the boutique owner. They perfectly knew the ominous fate awaiting that lady.
Inside the boutique, Katherine glanced at her diamond crusted Cartier watch and realized she had a few minutes to refresh her makeup before two of her best clients arrived for a private appointment. After finishing with the eyeliner and mascara, she applied a thick layer of bright red shine in her lips. She was wearing a black skirt suit stuck to her hourglass figure, with an ample cleavage that allowed a generous view of her chest and a sneak peek of her red lace bra. She completed her outfit with matching red lace panties and garter belt, paired with gray nylon stockings and 5” heel black patent Louboutin pumps. A necklace of three rounds of tiny pearl strings intertwined and matching earrings where the final touch of her look.
Around the corner, in the garage, Katherine’s clients arrived. The first was Loraine, a classy looking slender blonde who was wearing a conservative white lace top with cap sleeves that covered most of her chest, but allowed a glimpse of her white bra underneath. To balance the prim and proper top, she was wearing a black miniskirt that showed a great deal of her slender legs, covered with shimmering 8 denier sheer to waist tan pantyhose and ending in black patent 5” Dior pumps. A two round pearl necklace and diamond earrings completed her look. She looked at her rear view mirror one last time to touch up her makeup before opening the door and exiting. Being a classy lady, Loraine was experienced with preserving her modesty as she held her handbag in front of her tight skirt that was frictionlessly sliding up against the thin silky sheer nylon fabric hugging her flawless legs. Now standing straight by her high end car, she was the perfect image of a sexy blonde bitch, with her short black miniskirt tight across her peachy ass, and her slender nylon covered calves accented by the 5” black designer stilettos.
Next to her, Katherine’s second client parked her german sedan. Patricia, was a blonde bombshell with a slim body to die for, and she certainly knew it. She was wearing a strapless tight white dress with the hem just above her knees, but the prominent feature of the dress was the sweetheart cleavage. It left little to imagination, with a deep V in the middle that framed Patricia’s gorgeous breasts. Sheer tan pantyhose covered her endless legs and a pair of white patent pumps with 5” stiletto heels wrapped her feet. A white gold necklace and diamond bracelet added to her luxurious look. Unlike Loraine, she took less care getting off the car, allowing the hem of her dress rise high enough to show the base of their heart shaped ass.
Both ladies joined and strutted towards the boutique, while the clicking of her stilettos on the concrete floor drew the attention of everyone around.
The bell rang and Katherine saw two pampered trophy wives waiting in the front camera view in her computer monitor. She tugged down the hem of her skirt, adjusted her ample breasts inside the tight jacket of her suit, and strutted to the front door where she greeted Loraine and Patricia. Being a trophy wife herself, Katherine was perfectly prepared to cater to such a clientele.
Across the street, the surprising arrival of two more rich ladies, forced the trio of hoodlums to quickly reassess the situation. As it was expected, Sam and Tonya faced Mona awaiting her instructions. Mona didn’t need to drain her brain to arrive to the obvious conclusion, those ostentatious trophy wives weren’t a match for her gang. Their slender legs, slim bodies and puny arms showed none of them could have the strength to stand up against any of the teenage gangsters. She also didn’t bother to consider if those sophisticated women could even have the will to confront them, so she changed the plan in a split second.
“Sam, the bitch in the black suit; Tonya, the bitch in white, I got the other one. Let’s go!”
As the gang swiftly crossed the street towards them, unaware of the storm approaching, the glamorous trio was exchanging pleasantries at the boutique door. Sam made her way between Loraine and Patricia pushing them aside, and with a violent push sent Katherine several feet away from the door. The stunned lady saw how her clients were also pushed inside the boutique. As Mona took care to closing the front door, Tonya pushed Patricia and Loraine further inside until the three astonished fancy wives stood side by side at the main salon. The room had a large L shaped sofa with two large armchairs, and the walls were full of shelves displaying shoes, bags and accessories.

For a few seconds both customers considered it could be something Katherine had prepared for them. The scruffy teenagers seemed so out of place that it had to be something staged. While the gang watched them from head to toes, Loraine sensed something was wrong and faced Katherine.