Girl Problems Pt 02

"I need to borrow money. Now!" Steph demanded of Sarah.

"I'm broke. What's going on?" Sarah asked.

Both girls normally had spending money provided by parents, boyfriends, the soon to be next boyfriends, and pay from their part time jobs.

"Why do you need it so bad?" Sarah asked Steph.

"Okay. You know how I told you I had a stalker. He's been seen out my window, lurking in the neighbors' trees, bushes, and following me?" Steph explained by rubbing her head with her hands.

"Yeah. The guy you claim to not know or recognize." Sarah stated in a sarcastic tone of voice.

Steph was a very popular girl. She dated a lot. She had one-night stands and even fucked or sucked a random dude in a bathroom or alley. Never asking his name or getting his phone number.

So, Sarah wasn't surprised that they were a stalker. But she also didn't believe he existed either. As no one but Steph had seen him, and Steph was unable to get a picture of him.

"OK. Spill. What's with the money?" Sarah asked. Bored waiting for the reply.

"I left my door unlocked to go for a run." Steph explained.

Steph lives in an apartment in a separate building behind her parents' house. It's above her dad's massive garage which housed his car collection. So, it wasn't a normal apartment.

"Ok. So, what? You live in a really nice and safe neighborhood." Sarah replied.

"Well. I met up with some people and we got chatting. When I got home several hours later. My place was trashed. Not knowing what to do or who to call I checked my ring camera and saw a man in all black carrying some large bags out of my apartment." Steph stated still rubbing her temples.

"So... what?" Sarah explained. Now bored. She was tapping away at her phone.

"All my underwear, bras, lingerie, and sex toys. Stolen. He even took my laptop, my old laptop, and like three of my old iPhone." Steph stated.

"Uh. Oh. That's bad. What was on the laptops and phones?" Sarah asked.

"Oh. You know exactly what was on those." Steph stated. Looking stern.

"Cheer camp, volleyball camp, gym camp, and all the parties, trips, and nights we barely remember?" Sarah asked, now setting down her phone and looking scared.

"Yep. That plus all the modeling pictures, parties, and more." Steph stated. Now sweating.

"More. What could be worse?" Sarah asked.

"Remember Brady?" Steph stated.

"Oh. Shit. You said you deleted all those?!" Sarah nearly screamed.

"Nope. I kept them all. Videos, stills, and all the chat logs." Steph stated.

"In case someday I need them. I was so dumb." Steph explained.

"Worst part is your fucking password. Why do you always use 1, 2, 3, 4!" Sarah asked, nearly in tears.

"I have no idea who he is. His body shape is average, all black clothes, and I checked. None of the devices have tracking ability or GPS on them. He has 100% access to all my email accounts, online accounts, dating accounts, and more." Steph stated.

Sarah had finally accepted the full weight of the situation.

"So, the money? Is he blackmailing you?" Sarah asked. Hoping there was a chance to get the videos, pictures, and embarrassing things back.

"No. I need bras and underwear. I already spent several months' worth of wages, maxed my credit cards, and my dad won't give me any allowance. Since I have borrowed like a years' worth in advance." Steph breathed heavily as she sat down.

"Well. There are only one or two options. We can suck dick behind "The place". (a local bar and burger place. Mostly truckers, adult single men, and alcoholics) Or we can shoplift." Sarah explained.

Steph was lost in thought. But she was really taking her time to decide.

"Seriously. The first one was a joke. We have to shoplift." Sarah stated.

"Well, I need like 5 bras and 20 pairs of underwear. Preferably thongs from Victoria Secret." Steph explained.

"Wow. Only the best for you." Sarah stated as she grabbed her cell phone to search websites for "How to shoplift without getting caught?"

Only the lamest middle class college nerds would need to look that up. After an hour of Sarah searching the internet, she stated.

"I found a bunch of videos. But this one is likely the best one. It looks like it will hurt. But 0% chance of getting caught." Sarah sent the link to Steph.

"Oh my god. That's gross. What if other women tried those on?" Steph was upset.

It wasn't a normal shoplifting video. It was more like porn. For fetish weirdos.

The video showed a woman selecting a bag of 20 or so thong underwear from Victoria's Secret and a bunch of random clothes before going into a fitting/changing room. Inside, the woman doesn't even try any of the clothes on. She just mixes them all up and hangs up them all messy, so it looked like she did.

She then takes her time linking all the underwear together. She stated, "10 is my normal amount. I have never really tried 20 or so. I'm not going for a world record. But 10 works just fine."

Once the underwear was all linked together in a colorful chain she sat on the bench. She pulled down her jeans, panties, and spread her legs. You could already see she was exited. Her pussy lips were shaved smooth, and they were wet.

"Start with one or two fingers. Push them in slowly. This will take some time." The faceless woman explained.

She sure did take her time. The video was 10 minutes long of her slowly pushing the underwear inside of her pussy. After the final pair disappeared inside. She tucked, grunted, and pushed them in. Not the slightest hint of them could be seen. The woman takes a couple of deep breaths and pulls her clothes back on.

She exited the changing room with the clothes and 10 pairs of underwear. "Even if they were watching me before I went in. 10 pairs, 20 pairs, or 30 pairs. There is no way to count how many I took in and left with. It's all just a big pile. That's why I do it like this. It's so messy. They couldn't be sure. And then. They send an employee to the fitting room. To make sure I didn't leave any behind." The faceless woman explained as she walked out of the store.

No one followed her out of the store, through the mall, and to her car. The woman chuckled.

"I have stolen 1000's of pairs of panties this way. I don't even need them. I do this just for the fun now!" The lady stated as she laughed, and the video stopped.

"Damn. 10 pairs? In her pussy? I mean I can take a cock. Ride it good. But how much room is really in there?" Steph asked Sarah. Sarah shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, you don't even really wear panties much anyways. So, it's either this or go commando until you can buy them." Sarah explained.

"Bras too?" Steph reminded her.

"Well, those we can just double up on. Wear your biggest padded bra with full coverage. Put on one bra in the changing room and then cover it with the big, padded bra. 20 trips and you will be back to normal." Sarah explained as she watched another video.

"Well. I don't want to do this alone. Will you come steal some with me? Two at a time will make this move much faster." Steph asked.

"Yeah. Of course. Remember. I owed you one for that Brady thing. But also, his brother was awesome. So, I guess I owe you two favors." Sarah explained.

"Well lets his Tornado, the Crescent, and lastly Vershon." Steph stated looking at her phone.

"Shit. Okay." Sarah sighed. Never thinking they'd hit 3 places in a row. Back-to-back to back.

The drive to Tornado was the worst. It was the farthest from home, over 2 hours, but they would hit the next two. Crescent was still not their town, but they rarely shopped there. So, no one would know them. Then they could come home to Vershon and then home with their loot.

They went into the store together. Milled around for 10 minutes, selecting merchandise, and then hitting the fitting rooms. Just like the video said. They messed up their merchandise and then linked the panties all together. Sarah and Steph admitted 10 pairs sounded ridiculous. So, they agreed on 5.

Once linked they slowly started pushing. Sarah giggled when she heard Steph moan a bit.

Steph whispered, "Sorry. Force of habit."

After all five were safely tucked away. The got dressed and piled the merchandise on the cart and left. One employee glared at them and they apologized. Claiming they looked better on the mannequins then themselves before leaving. No alarms, no security following them, and they were safely in the car.

They giggled about the feeling. "Not full. Not itchy. But it felt good going in. And still good as they are inside. But is there any trick to removing them?" Steph asked Sarah.

She pulled out her phone and reviewed the woman's videos. None on how to remove them.

Sarah explained they would just have to go slow. "Maybe hook a finger inside?" Sarah asked.

Sarah went first. She was seated in the backseat, no pants, no panties, her legs spread. Steph was watching in the rear-view mirror. "Was this weird? Sexy?" Steph was confused but interested.

Sarah moaned a bit, took a bunch of quick breaths, and after the colorful 5 pairs were pulled out. Sarah was sweating a bit and smiling. She twirled them around her fingers as she told Steph. "Your turn."

Steph thought it would be odd to get out of the driver's seat, run around the car, and then get in the back. So, she remained in the driver's seat.

Unlike Sarah. Steph took her time.

Each piece of lace, every piece of rough string, and anything that was a bit abrasive rubbed on Steph's very sensitive hole. "OH my god. I'm so close. You have no idea!" Steph stated as the last pair popped out. She kept her fingers working her clit until she had an orgasm.

Sarah and Steph had been friends for years. So many make out sessions, threesomes, gang bangs, and other sex escapades. A quick massage of the clit was not crazy.

Steph stuffed the panties in the center console along with Sarah's.

The Crescent mall was next. A 30-minute drive and they were there. "5 didn't seem like that big of a deal. Should we do 10 now?" Steph asked.

"Sure." Sarah stated and shrugged.

The repeated their process and were back in the fitting rooms. Each had now linked 10 pairs of panties. Sarah was taking her time. Steph had set up her cell phone to record. She loved pictures and videos of her partying, sex, and escapades. That may have been what landed her in this situation.

Sarah was out first. Steph took a few more minutes. Doing her best to make it hot and sexy.

They dumped the extra merchandise again and left.

Again. No security, no alarms, and back to the car.

"Me first." Steph stated as she climbed in the backseat.

"Here. Record this too!" Steph stated. Handing Sarah her phone. Sarah just shook her head. But recorded the scene.

Steph took her time, rubbing her clit, and putting on a show. But by the second to last pair. She orgasmed without any trouble. Breathing hard she laughed into the camera before Sarah turned it off.

Sarah didn't exit the car either. But she switched places. As they climbed around, they were giggling.

Sarah wanted to be recorded too. She tried her best to put on a show. Rubbing her clit for a bit before slowly pulling them out. Sarah did not orgasm. She was not even close. But she did enjoy the sensation and smiled at the camera.

The girls kept giggling and drove off for the last stop. Vershon.

Vershon was much larger than the last two malls. At least 5 times bigger, 100 times nicer, and 1000 times more upscale. They decided to walk around for a bit, visit other stores, and then hit Victoria's secret. After nearly an hour they walked to Victoria's secret. They selected a bunch of clothes and a huge pile of panties.

Before going into the fitting rooms Sarah nodded towards a woman by the counter. "Look. It's Lezzy from school. She must work here!" Sarah told Steph.

"Oh shit. It is. What a lesbian slut. Remember how she used to stare at me in the locker room? She definitely wanted to fuck me all through school." Steph laughed.

The employee they called Lezzy was not paying them even the slightest attention. She was on the phone, giggling, and laughing.

"She's the only one here too. This is too easy. I'm going for a new record. Way more than 10!" Steph stated as she smiled at Sarah.

"Oh. You are on. Who ever gets the least pairs has to eat Lezzy's pussy!" Sarah giggled and entered the fitting room.

Steph was going to win. No matter what. Sarah would never beat her.

Steph linked 27 pairs. The whole stack she had brought. It might look odd if she left without a single pair. But maybe they would think she left them in the fitting room.

Steph set up her camera and went for it. Inch by inch. Pair by pair. The all disappeared inside of her wet, red, and now very sensitive pussy. Steph was doing her best to be quite. Her hand covered her mouth as she moaned. With a lot of pushing, they all stayed inside.

Not that it mattered. She was wearing a pair of jeans. They would not be popping out any time soon.

Steph was excited and waited for Sarah. Sarah took an extra few minutes and laid down the pile of merchandise on the counter before smiling at Lezzy and leaving. Lezzy barely even looked at them as they left giggling.

No security, no alarms, no problem. But when they went to their car. Big problem.

Where was Steph's Lexus? They had parked in the parking garage. Floor C, section 5. It was a busy area. Where was her car?

They had to walk all the way back inside the mall. Was it towed? Stolen? Or what was going on?

Steph was talking with the security manager. There was a small kiosk in the middle of the mall. After 10 or so minutes Steph followed him down to their main office. Another 30 minutes of Sarah standing around. Angry this was happening, and a different security guard came and got her.

"Your friend is back here. The car was found. It had been stolen and moved. Criminals are weird." The security guard with a bunch of pimples explained.

"Just a bit of paperwork, a written statement by you, and this will be over soon." The pimply guard explained.

Sarah walked through another office, into a back room, and saw Steph seated on a chair. An empty chair next to her. Steph was writing on a piece of paper attached to a clip board.

Sarah sat down but the feeling of the room had changed.

Sarah looked around. The pimply guard named Sid was smiling at the manager named Totter.

"You two are fucked!" Totter explained as he sat down on the desk in front of Sarah and Steph.

Sarah looked at Steph. Her face was red. She had been crying.

"They know. They know everything." Steph explained.

"The first two stores suspected you were stealing. They sent out a bulletin. We knew you two were going to be dumb and come this way. And thank you for being dumb." Totter stated smiling.

Totter was 30 or so years old. Terrible hair style, terrible skin, and terrible everything. He pulled off his fake security guard armor and set it on the table. Pimple guy also known as Sid was standing in front of the door before he locked it and joined Sid by the table.

"What's going on?" Sarah asked Steph.

"I made an agreement. They will let us go." Steph stated with tears still in her eyes.

"Agreement? Really? What's the deal?" Sarah asked. Getting more and more angry.

"I don't want to fuck either of them." Sarah stated as she pointed to the guards who were at best 5's.

"No. Sex was not a part of the deal. We have to show them how we do it. How we. Uh. Steal..." Steph stated.

"Ah shit. That might even be worse." Sarah admitted as Sid and Totter seemed to get even happier.

"Yeah. Right here too." Totter stated.

Sarah and Steph looked at each other before Steph stated, "Here. Hold my phone. Make sure you record it at least."

Sid took the phone and pointed at Steph.

"Same time then?" Steph asked.

Sarah nodded and pulled down her jeans.

The girls leaned back in their chairs, spread their legs, and lifted them up. They hooked a finger inside and began pulling.

"Count it out too. For the record." Totter stated while smiling.

Steph and Sarah decided with a wink. They would play to their audience. They had been in sticky situations before. Never this bad. But they just sucked, fucked, or somehow got away. They took turns counting and pulling. It took a long time and by the time Steph stated, "27" and the last colorful link of panties fell to the floor, Totter had an obvious boner while Sid hopped around like a child.

"Only 27? I got more." Sarah stated while winking.

"32!" Sarah finally grunted and lowered her legs.

"Damn. That was a hell of a show." Both Totter and Sid agreed.

The girls lowed their legs, smiling at each other, and thinking they were Scott free. They went to grab their pants, but Totter placed them on the table.

"Now for the bet." Totter stated loudly.

"Bet? What bet?" Steph asked.

"You have to eat Lezzy's pussy." Totter stated smiling.

"How'd you hear that?" The girls demanded.

Sid walked to the large bank of televisions on the wall. He hit play and you could see the girls stop at the doors of the fitting room. And as clear as day. They made the bet.

"We have several million dollars of the best cameras. They also have directional microphones. If you want. Wait a minute. You can clearly here you two moaning in the fitting rooms." Totter stated as Sid opened the office door.

Lezzy walked in smiling. She was tying her hair back.

"You two were fucking clueless in high school and you are just as dumb as you are today." Lezzy stated.

Totter moved from the table and let Lezzy sit down. In no time she pulled off her skirt and pulled her panties to the floor. "Eat Steph. Or don't. See what happens!"

Steph looked at Sarah and moved forward. The angle and height were awkward. She had to kneel on the concrete floors, so her mouth was at the right level.

Steph was no stranger to oral sex. Men or women. She was bi-sexual. But Lezzy was a creepy chick who followed her around all the time years ago. Not her type and not a part of the cool kids.

At the first touch of her tongue to the wet pussy. Totter stated, "Now you. Link those two together. Yours and hers. You will set a new record or. Else."

"That's way too many. 31 felt like I was going to pop!" Sarah explained.

Sid disappeared into a closet and returned with a large black wooden night stick. "I will help you a bit. A poke here and there. I'm sure they will all fit." Pimple covered Sid smiled at Sarah.

Sarah laid back, linked the two long colorful chains of panties together. And started pushing. Slowly. Her pussy was now very sore. So much rough material. She was very sensitive.

Every 5 or 6 pairs Sid would step forward with a smile. He would ram the black night stick into Sarah's open pussy. Trying to compress the cloth inside. Sarah loved it. Trying to not admit it, her legs shook every time, her back arched, and she let out a series of moans. By the time they got the last pair inside. Sarah had orgasmed twice.

Steph was a bit jealous. Her knees were aching, her tongue was numb, and Lezzy finally grabbed her head. She was close. Lezzy squeezed her thighs together, locking Stephs mouth on her pussy, and her head was not going anywhere.

Totter moved in and Steph looked up. Very confused until the spray of fluid covered her face.

"You squirt!" Is what Steph meant to yell. But it didn't not sound anything like that.

Her face and head were locked in between Lezzy's legs. The gush after gush of pussy juice hit her mouth. Her wide-open mouth, then her eyes, and then here hair. Steph was finally able to pull her head out of Lezzy's trap. But not before getting three shots of pussy juice to the face.

Totter and Lezzy laughed as Steph whipped off her face with her shirt.

Steph looked at Sarah angrily. But Sarah was leaning back in the chair, her legs spread wide, and Sid was taping on the entrance to her pussy. It was completely full. If not over filled with panties.