Department Store
I enter the store looking way younger than I really am; mostly the result of my ponytails and the fact that I'm wearing a schoolgirl uniform. My skirt is so short...my top is tight...and I'm carrying just a tiny handbag.
I shop...and wait for the inevitable.
/// 'Well, well, well...looky at what we have here!' he thinks to himself. She's young, alone, and has the nubile body of a football cheerleader...he watches her movements with his security cameras--damn she is such a cock-tease.
He does a quick rewind of the parking lot footage to ensure she drove up by herself, check! Then he sees the college bumper sticker on her car.
Since retiring as Chief of Police, he's worked here a couple of years and while the pay is not great, he has definitely enjoyed these types of perks--young ladies far from home with nowhere to turn. And not once has anything gone wrong...but if it ever did, he still has close friends on the force.
She's pushing a small cart and picking up various items from all over the store. He doesn't want to stalk her; rather, he'll find an area and allow her to come to him. ///
I've now picked up some lipstick, a small bottle of perfume, and a box of chocolates--time to head to the lingerie department.
Finally, I spot him...right across the aisle, dressed like a fellow-shopper and looking at jeans. I pick up a pair of pink lace panties and hold them up so he doesn't miss the action...then find the matching bra.
Though he tries to be surreptitious, there are mirrors everywhere so I can casually keep tabs on him without his knowledge.
I find a nice package of socks then add them to my cart. There's nobody else around, he's hyper-focused, so I bend over to tie my shoe. Yeah, my skirt is now raised high enough so he can see I'm wearing cotton baby-blue underwear.
/// When she bends over, his eyes almost pop out of his head--he's never wanted something so much in his life! ///
Okay, it's now or never time...I push my cart down the aisle past him...then leave it there while I run off because I've just spotted the most adorable hoodie.
/// He checks his surroundings then tosses a small gold necklace into her handbag as he walks on by. She doesn't have a clue.
Once that's accomplished, he casually walks outside to the parking lot to patiently wait near her car. ///
I've no idea where he is now, so I'm assuming he's already made his move. I spend another fifteen minutes browsing, then I pay for my items and head outside.
/// He sees her immediately when she exits his store...then marvels at the fact that she looks even better in direct sunlight. He smiles to himself as she heads in his direction--this is just like deer hunting...his patience has paid off and he's about to bag and tag this doe-eyed creature. ///
As soon as I reach my car, he is right behind me calling out "Miss." I whirl around to act surprised...he is firm when he grabs me by my arm and squeezes.
Him: "I need you to come with me."
I don't protest...just simply let him lead me back into the store (from a rear door!) and into his private office--sight unseen.
Him: "Please empty your handbag onto the table...an eyewitness says they saw you shoplifting. Hopefully they're mistaken and we can clear this up right here."
Me: "What? No, I paid for everything. Here's my receipt..."
His patience (as well as other emotions) have already reached their breaking points. He grabs my purse, upends it, and all of the contents spill out. He reaches down to pick up the necklace with the price-tag still attached.
Him: "You do realize that shoplifting is a serious crime? What were you thinking?"
Me: "What? I swear...I've no idea how that got in my handbag. I don't even remember looking at jewelry. It must...it must be some sort of prank."
Him: "I don't know what to tell you. We have an eyewitness and you just saw me retrieve this item from your handbag. What would you think if you were me?"
Me: "I'm giving you my word...really, I didn't steal that necklace. Please, can't you like just keep it and let me go? (my face clearly shows I'm about to burst into tears)
Him: "I'm afraid not. Store policy--they prosecute theft to the fullest extent of the law. Which means...I'm going to have to call the cops now. But...maybe they will buy your story."
Me: "Please! My parents... they just bought me this car...it isn't much but they'll take it away if they find out. Look, I have money...I'll pay for it."
