He stepped out into the parking lot, into the sunlight. Suddenly, a voice cut through the normal din.
"Sir? Sir! Stop right where you are!"
He turned to see a woman advancing toward him with a determined stride. She wore a security uniform, and had her hand on her belt. With more than mild curiosity, he stepped toward the woman.
"Yes? Can I help you? Is there a problem?"
"There may be. Would you please follow me back into the store?"
"Of course."
She led the way, and he couldn't help but notice how that uniform flattered her figure. He always was a sucker for women in authority anyway, and he was trying every conceivable thing he could think of to keep his trousers from tenting as he followed her through the store to a secluded interrogation room.
Inside the room, the surroundings were rather austere: a small table, a few straight-backed metal chairs, a camera mounted high on the wall, a recording device in the middle of the table. As they entered the room, he saw her hit what he determined to be the remote that would activate both the camera and the recording device.
"Please empty the contents of your pockets onto the table and place your bags next to them."
He did as he was told, placing his personal belongings on the table and the bags where they could be searched. After all, he had nothing to hide. He had the receipt for his purchases and he had nothing strange in his poc ...
"Oh. And what is THIS?!"
A brand-new pocket knife gleamed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked again. Yes, there it was, though he had never seen that knife before, nor had he even been IN sporting goods that particular day.
"I have no idea where that came from!"
"I'm sure, Sir. That's what they all say when caught. Is shoplifting a habit for you?
"Well, no....."
"Ah, so this is your first time, then. That would explain the clumsiness .."
"Now, wait just a minute! I didn't do this!"
She turned from him to hide the secret smile. She knew he was getting flustered and that's just how she liked them to be. She had noticed the slight bulge in his crotch when he entered the room past her, and she knew how to get what she wanted.
"I see. And I can see that you're becoming mighty aggitated, Mr ......"
"Ross. Micheal Ross. And of course I'm aggitated. You're accusing me of stealing, which I did not do, and this could reflect very badly on things here in this town. It's bad enough that you paraded me through the store like a common criminal ... but now you're saying I stole something that is completely rediculous."
"We have you on camera" She leaned very close so he could smell her perfume. He could also smell something else in the air.
"Is there anything I can do to make this go away?"
"Are you suggesting, Sir, that I take a bribe from you?"
Mike's face went red. He suddenly didn't know which way to go without getting himself in deeper, so he just kept his mouth shut. She circled the table and him, running a finger across his broad shoulders. Her touch made him shiver with anticipation.
"Perhaps there IS something..." she purred, loosening her belt. "... but you have to do everything I say."
