Katie the Krispy Kreme Klepto

**YES, she is supposed to be taking from Dunkin Donuts! This story is based on a dream that I had once where I got caught stealing donuts from Dunkin Donuts and had to make it up to the owner. However, Katie the Dunkin Donuts Klepto doesn’t exactly work, and Danielle the Dunkin Donuts Delfactor is a bit of a reach. And lastly, it’s a sex story people. You’re really focusing on the donut shop she stole from?**

In all my life, all my years and years of stealing, I’ve never gotten caught and of all times, I get caught stealing donuts. Literally a hand-in-the-cookie-jar moment, with powdered sugar smeared over my lips and fingers sticky from jelly.

I’m Katherine. Katie, that is. I live in a shitty part of town in a shitty part of New Jersey. Mom and Dad left a while ago, so it’s just me and my three younger brothers, Max and Mark, the twins, and Alex, the youngest. He’s only eight and he still doesn’t really get why mom and dad left. I think he still thinks they’re on vacation…you know, the one they never came back from.

I never even told Mark and Max that they had left me a note and a couple hundred dollars telling me I needed to take care of them. Gee, thanks guys, that couple hundred dollars didn’t even pay our rent for the month.

So now we’re sleeping at a cheap motel and I gotta scrounge for what I can find. We eat McDonald’s way too often and I work as best as I can at the local grocery store, but the pay sucks and so does sorting through rotting tomatoes and spoiled grapefruits. I’ve definitely had better jobs, but at least at this one, no one tries to grope me in the storage room, like they did when I worked at Rite Aid.

I’ll admit, I’ve become a bit of a thief. I never steal a lot though! Just food, usually, or some cheap dollar store toy for Alex. I’m just trying to help my family out, you know?

Anyway. It was after my shift was over and there was a Dunkin Donuts up the street. I was starving, and it was late, about one in the morning or so. I knew from experience that the Dunkin Donuts left the back door open, where they kept all the donuts. So I snuck in. It was really quiet and dark in the back, and I stopped to listen for a moment. Most of the lights were off, I think only the drive thru was open. I heard quiet chatter from the employees and quickly hurried to the shelves of donuts.

I knew I should bring some home for my brothers, so I shoved a couple in my bag that I knew they’d like for breakfast in the morning. I won’t take any more than six. That way, there’s two for each of the boys.

Like I said, I was starving, so I decided that one more wouldn’t hurt. I picked a big plump powdered jelly donut off the bottom shelf and took a big bite. Jelly squirted out of the back onto my hand and I moaned quietly. Jelly donuts were my favorites.

The light flicked on and I froze, my back to the door. I heard two quiet footsteps that then stopped behind me. I straightened and turned slowly, my eyes wide and my mouth still full.

It’s the owner! I thought. Sure enough, he stood there, tall and menacing, arms crossed over his chest. He slowly unfolded them and reached behind him, pulling the door closed with a soft click.

My eyes traveled frantically over him and I swallowed, the previously-delicious donut feeling like a lump of lead in my throat. “Uh…um…” I stammered, my voice cracking with fear. He had bright green eyes that seemed to pierce into me and I felt myself flushing.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked quietly. He took another few steps towards me until he was right in front of me. I still stupidly was holding the donut in my trembling hands.

Oh, man, I can’t go to jail! What about the boys?

“I…I just…I…” I jumped as he knocked the powdered pastry out of my hands and grabbed my wrists, pulling me towards him.

“I asked what you are doing in here, little girl?” I whimpered, torn between anger at the insult and fear about what he would do to me.

“I’m…I’m sorry! I just wanted to b-bring home food to my brothers!” I whispered. “Please…please don’t call the police, if I go to jail, they’re gonna starve, the twins are only thirteen, they can’t get a job yet, please, sir, please.” I was babbling and I knew it but I was terrified. For the past three years, all I’ve done is take care of my brothers; they were my number one priority. I couldn’t leave them.

The man’s hard face seemed to soften a little bit, his heavy brows lifting. He couldn’t have been more than 35 but there were tiny lines around his eyes that indicated he smiled often. Of course, he wasn’t smiling right now.

Holding my wrists in one of his hands, he lifted the other to brush the powdered sugar off my face. I blushed, knowing I must have looked ridiculous begging him not to call the police. “What is your name?”

“K-Katie,” I said weakly. I suddenly felt so tired and I just wanted to go home to my boys, crawl into bed and sleep. The thought that I might be sleeping on a prisoner’s cot instead tonight sent a chill down my spine.

Abruptly, he dropped my wrists and leveled a stern glare at me. “Don’t move,” he growled; I didn’t even think of disobeying. He turned towards the crew room, heading for the wall where the phone hung. I stiffened, thinking he was going to call the authorities, but he walked past it into an office. He leaned in through the doorway, snagged a set of keys from a hanger and shut the light off. He walked right by me and opened the door he had come through.

“Jess? Becky? I’m going home for the night. It’s pretty slow. Call me if you need me.” There were two mumbled responses and then the door shut and he turned to me again, his eyes still hard as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out the backdoor, turning off the light as we passed it.

My bag hung limp and heavy from my arm as I followed him numbly to a car. He shoved me into the passenger seat and then walked around to his side.
I was shaking from fear. It seemed he was more of a hands-on kind of guy. Probably wanted to hand me right over to the police himself. The numbness started to fade and the reality of my situation began to set in. My hazel eyes filled with tears and I hiccupped, struggling to hold them back. It would do no good for him to see me cry.

He started the car and pulled out of the employee parking lot, heading towards a nicer part of town. I supposed owning a store has its perks, I thought snarkily. Unbidden, the tears started to roll down my cheeks and I bit my lip to hold back a sob.

“Don’t cry.” His voice wasn’t soothing, but rather, a command. We fell silent as I wiped at my eyes, trying unsuccessfully to quiet my sniffling. “I’m not going to report you,” he said after a moment and my shocked eyes met his.

“What? Oh, thank you, sir, thank…”

“Quiet,” he said, his voice full of calm authority, a man clearly used to being obeyed. I immediately fell silent, my stomach dropping with anxiousness.
“I am not going to report you if you do exactly as I say.” He stared straight ahead out of the window; it was beginning to rain and the streetlamps cast ghostly shadows of trickling raindrops over his dark hair and face.

“Wh…what are you going to make me do?”

“I’m not going to tell you. But you’re going to do it anyway.” I felt a little sick. So he’s blackmailing me. Oh god, what’s he going to make me do?

“C…can I please…can I please make one request?” I implored. He glanced at me once and then gave a small nod. “I don’t want my brothers to know about this. I don’t want them involved. Please.” The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly in a smile and he nodded once more.

“Don’t worry. I won’t involve them.” He pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building and unbuckled his seatbelt and then unbuckled mine for me. As if I’m a child, I thought with a bit of irritation. He exited the car and came around to my side to pull me out. The anxiousness in my stomach was twisting as he pulled me up the stairs by my arm to the fifth floor.

He unlocked the door, releasing my arm, and entered. I hesitated and he looked back at me sternly. I swallowed and walked into his apartment.

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I never really liked thieves. But this was one that I could certainly grow to like. Wild curly brown hair falling haphazardly out of a sloppy ponytail and big hazel eyes that looked at me nervously, she was nothing short of adorable.

When I was a kid, I never would have expected that I’d be the owner of a donut shop, for Christ’s sakes but as I escorted Katie into my home, I was strangely glad of my profession.

She was probably no older than 21, making me feel even older than my 36 years, especially as I ran my eyes over her body, still in a simple work uniform of black slacks and a black polo shirt.

Katie turned to face me as I brought her into the living room.