Well, that was quite an inaugural day of college, wouldn't you say? Haha! You'll hear some more later about me and Eric. The next day after classes, we (Kristine, Nicole, and me) all went down to the mall to windowshop. Actually they went down to windowshop, I went down to shoplift.
There, I admitted it. Take me away, officer. It's not an excuse, but my parents gave me little money to buy clothes with and they said they didn't want me to work until I received better grades. That left me in the familiar position of being between a rock and a hard place, when it came to acquiring new outfits. What did I need new clothes for, you might ask. Why, people became tired of watching me strip off the same old clothes all the time. Mwahaha!
I had this little gig we worked that Kristine and Nicole helped with. We would browse in one of those hip clothing stores in the mall and I would act real suspicious by taking lots of outfits in the dressing room with me, making certain I attracted all the sales personnel attention with my antics.
Then when I would come out, I would leave half of them in the dressing room. Naturally enough this caused the staff to think that I had put the outfits on under my clothes.
Meanwhile Kristine or Nicole would go in the dressing room and do just that, while the employees of the store were questioning me. What happened on the day in question was an example of the typical riff that I would run on them.
As I was sashaying from the shop, the head of the sales department stepped forward and blocked me from leaving. "Excuse me," she said. "I think you need to return the items you took."
Appearing to act highly indignant, I demanded in a loud voice, attracting attention from people all over the store, "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't take anything."
This was necessary in order to distract everyone in the store from watching Kristine or Nicole or both of them.
"You most certainly did," she insisted in a most supercilious tone.
"Prove it," I demanded. "Or step aside," I added, while attempting to step past her.
"Do I have to call security?" the young woman haughtily asked. Yeah, you know these places – you have to have a young woman in charge or the kids will think the clothes are old fashioned. In fact, to tell you the truth I sorta dug her looks. She was quite thin, but I think you have to be to model some of the new fashions like she had to, but her breasts appeared quite large beneath her pink knit jersey.
I could also tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because I could see her nipples were protruding hard through the soft fabric of her top. She had beautifully long red hair and, as I already have indicated, a flat stomach and a very narrow waist. Her facial features were quite attractive in an unusual way with very high cheek bones, very carefully formed thinned eyebrows and beautiful full luscious lips.
"What'd you want me to do anyway? Strip?" I retorted, having a difficult time with not laughing in the young woman's pretty face.
"No, certainly not," she replied, looking at me now quizzically. "Just go back in the dressing room and take the clothes off you have beneath yours."
"I will not!" I responded emphatically. "Then you'll think me guilty and I'm not!"
Every eye in the store was now on me and some of these were interested guys, who had been dragged along mall shopping by their girlfriends. Man, I was starting to get off on this. I could feel myself already becoming wet.
Before the attractive young woman, whose name was Betty, which the name tag on her blouse proclaimed, could respond further, I pulled my sweater up and over my head revealing my bare breasts! Betty flushed red and began to understand she might have more happening here than she had bargained for.
Before she could do anything to stop me, I dropped my short skirt to the floor and very carefully stepped out of it stark naked, except for my shoes.
"Oh my God!" Betty cried out, totally aghast at the sight of my nude body. "What are you doing?"
"There," I declared. "Does it look like I'm hiding anything underneath my outfit?"
"No, no, I was mistaken," admitted the young beauty. "Please put your clothes back on."
Betty was practically crying by this point. A crowd of interested customers had gathered around me, while Kristine and Nicole carried out half the store.
"I will not!" I said adamantly. "Not until you apologize to me for accusing me falsely of stealing."
"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, now please put your clothes back on," the saleswoman pleaded.
"You know," I mused outloud thoughtfully, "I imagine I have quite a lawsuit here. Young woman forced to strip herself naked in mall to prove she wasn't shoplifting. What do you think?" I asked her rhetorically.
"Please," Betty was now reduced to begging. "I'll do whatever you want. Please don't cost me my job."
That was music to my ears. As I spoke to the young saleswoman, I couldn't help but notice that the few young men present in the store now had prominent bulges beneath their pants and their girlfriends were glaring angrily at them and then at me.
"Good," I approved. "Than come with me into the back of the store," I directed.
As I led the now quivering young woman to the stock room in back of the store, I debated my next plan. Usually I just leaned on them for some free outfits, but this struck me differently. I rather fancied this young woman and I, at the very least, wanted to see her naked.
We stepped into the back of the store and drew the curtain shut. I could tell that every salesperson left in the store was standing just outside the curtain listening to every word we spoke, because I could observe their feet under the curtain. That was great because that meant that Kristine and Nicole were free to empty out the store, so the longer I kept Betty back here, the more we could steal. I'm so bad. Haha!
