Stacy was your typical 19 years old. She loved the beach, boys, anything that was cool. If anyone thought something was cool, then she was all for it. So when a bunch of her friends dared her to shoplift a dress she had her eyes on, she took the bet. She had no idea that the consequences would be worth every minute.
Stacy was an only child. Her father had walked out on her and her mother when she was five. Her mother did everything she could to make sure Stacy was a happy little girl, but being an only parent and working two jobs, Stacy spent a lot of time on her own. By the time she was 16, she realized that the guys she went to school with liked looking at her body. She would strike poses and let them take pictures with her clothes on of course, and they would do anything she wanted. Although she was still a virgin at 19, she knew a lot about sex appeal and figured it could get her out of any situation.
The day our story takes place, Stacy went to the mall with some of her friends. She graduated valedictorian of her class and was still popular even a year later, one of the downfalls of living in a small town. She had her shoulder length brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her ice blue eyes were covered by thin lens glasses that everyone said became her. She had thought about switching over to contacts, but her mother couldn't afford it and the money Stacy made working part time at the local bookstore was barely enough to supply her wild ways. She ate at the local burger joint almost every night since her mother was seldom home. If she wasn't working, she was out with a new guy every week.
With eating out all the time, Stacy was surprised that she was still slender. Her 38C breasts were pert and didn't sag when she wasn't wearing a bra. She loved her body and knew guys liked looking at it.
Sandy was sitting in the food court sharing an order of cheese fries with her friend Michelle and talking about boys when they saw the dress in the window. "That is gorgeous." Stacy said seeing the leather dress. It was a two piece that hooked together on the side, giving the girl who wore it a look like she was wearing a bikini. It was jet black and the bodice was see-through except for the area around where her nipples were. "I got to have that dress." Stacy said finishing her soda and throwing the cup in the nearby garbage can.
"That is Lou Anne's." Michelle said following after her. Stacy and Michelle had been friends since kindergarten. Some of Stacy's friends wondered why Stacy hung out with the overweight girl, but Stacy liked her, so they didn't say much when she tagged along.
Stacy stopped right outside the entrance to the store, her slouch boots clicking on the linoleum. Lee Anne's was the most expensive shop in the mall. They were like Lane Bryant or a store on Rodeo drive in Beverly Hills. Stacy knew she would never be able to afford a dress that Lee Anne's was selling. "I want to look anyway." She said walking into the store.
Michelle sighed and followed along behind.
Stacy walked through the store drooling over the racks. These clothes looked like they belonged on a fashion show runway. It didn't take long for her to find the dress in the window. There was a huge display of them. Stacy ran over and groaned when she saw the price tag. "$300.00," Stacy whined as Michelle caught up to her.
"I told you they were expensive." Michelle said gasping for breath. She bent over and put her hands on her knees as she tried to get her breath back.
Stacy looked through the rack until she found the size 7. "Perfect." She said pulling it off the rack.
"What are you doing?" Michelle asked wide eyed as she watched Stacy. Stacy was looking around the store making sure no one was looking. The cashier was ringing up a customer, the other sales associate had gone into the backroom for something and the security guard was sitting in a chair by the counter looking bored.
"Just keep an eye out." Stacy said crumpling up the dress and stuffing it into her oversized bag she took everywhere. Stacy had been shoplifting since she was 15. It started with magazines and worked its way up to clothes. She knew her mother could never afford the kinds of clothes that were cool now days.
The last time her mother took her shopping, she had taken her to Goodwill. It had taken Stacy 3 hours to fix the pants her mother bought her so they looked like the designer ones. After that, she decided she would get the clothes another way. Her mother thought she bought them with her paychecks. Stacy liked her idea better. "Five finger discount." She said with a smile as she stuffed the dress to the bottom of her bag and covered it with the other items she had. She repositioned the bag on her shoulder and smiled at Michelle. Michelle just shook her head and followed Stacy through the store.
Stacy walked through the store, making it seem like she was interested in buying something. When the sales associate asked if she could help her find anything, she just smiled and said she was just looking. The associate told her to let her know if she needed anything then walked off to help another customer. When Stacy was sure it had been long enough, she headed towards the door and that was when she got caught.
When Stacy stuffed the dress in her bag, she never saw the security tag on it. When the alarms started going off as she stepped through the doorway, she groaned. Within seconds, the security guard had her by the arm and was dragging her back into the store. "This is one store you don't rip off little lady." He said leading her into an office in the back.
He pulled the dress out of her bag and sat down on the desk. When he picked up the phone, Stacy freaked. "Please don't call my mom. She will kill me." She cried as real tears streamed down her cheeks.
The security guard wasn't fooled. "I'm not calling your mother. I'm calling the police."
Those words made Stacy turn white. She knew some people who had been arrested for shoplifting, but she never figured she would be one of them. Stacy looked around the small room once she realized that Michelle had bailed on her the minute she had gotten caught. "Brat." She snarled to herself as she sat back with her arms crossed over her chest and waited for the black and white to show up.
Stacy was startled when the police officer walked in. Even in his uniform, Stacy thought this guy was a major hottie. He stood at 6' and had a slender build. When he took off his hat, his blow away brown hair fell in waves over his forehead. His dark blue eyes took her in as the security guard talked to him. When he was done, the cop turned to Stacy. "Stealing from a store is a very serious crime young lady." He said sitting on the edge of the table where the security guard had been sitting only moments ago.
Stacy lowered her head, "I know I couldn't help it. The dress was beautiful and I knew I would never be able to afford it." She looked at the cop through lowered lashes, but he didn't even blink.
"How old are you?" He asked taking a pad out of his back pocket.
Stacy sighed and crossed her arms over her chest again. "19."
The cop nodded and started writing in his pad. He took her name, address and phone number. When he stood up he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her until she was leaning face first against the wall. He made her put her hands above her head and spread her legs. Stacy sighed again as he patted her down until his hand brushed against her breast as he checked her back. She gasped and pressed her hand tighter against the wall. She figured it was probably an accident and ignored it until he continued frisking her and cupped her pussy through her pants. Stacy gasped again. She knew there was no way that was accidental. That wasn't part of a pat down.
She stood there as he put the cuffs on her then wondered what was going on as he led her out of the store to his squad car. "Are we going down town?" She asked as he put her in the back of the squad car and got in front.
"Yup." He said starting the engine and heading out of the parking lot. "The store is pressing charges. You are looking at a hefty fine and a night in jail young lady."
Stacy slumped down in the seat as she looked out the window. "My mother is going to kill me."
The cop didn't say anything as he worked his way through traffic. "You know, I could forget the whole thing and let you go." He said after a few minutes.
