No One Was Supposed To Be Here

Shadows cling to the sedan as Jack (Johnny Goodluck) and Leo (Robby Apples) eye the quiet suburban house, tension coiling like smoke. Leo fidgets, sweat beading under his collar, but Jack's voice cuts through—door's ajar, family's gone till dusk. They yank on ski masks, hearts pounding, and slink out into the night. CUT TO TITLE The door creaks open, inviting them into forbidden territory. Masks discarded, they prowl the rooms, voices bold in the empty echo, rifling drawers for quick scores. But as they pivot to split up, the air thickens—both men halt, stares locked on the intruder. In the living room stands Maggie (Candice Dare), a lithe maid in a tight uniform, cleaning rag and bottle clattering to the hardwood, her body rigid with terror. Dropped tools forgotten, eyes wide like a cornered doe. She's no ghost—they never counted on her. Leo's panic flares, breath ragged, while Jack's shock twists into something darker, hungrier, frustration flickering at his jittery sidekick. 'What the hell you doing here?' Jack growls, eyes raking her curves. 'I usually hit later.' Her voice trembles: crashed here overnight for the monthly deep scrub, she confesses, curves heaving. Desperation ignites her offer, raw and reckless—to spread for both, let them take her hard, deep, any way to buy silence. Leo balks, cock twitching despite the fear, but Jack's grin turns feral, the air electric with illicit heat.