It was the cheerleading outfit that made me look. It wasn't like I was super-diligent in my security job at the mall, even though on this Monday evening I had been given the 'lead' role. The mall usually had two security guards, one who walked the floors and one who sat in a small secluded room in the basement and watched the video monitors that were set up. Since my boss had called in sick, I was the only guy on the job, and as you might expect I chose to stay relaxing in the video room rather than wandering around.
Anyway, I noticed the outfit. It was the cheerleading outfit of my high school, the one I had graduated from six months ago. Despite the lack of detail in the monitor, I knew it was Cindy Jones, a girl two years younger than me who I, and every other boy at school, had always thought was very hot. I watched her walk in to a store and followed her as she strolled through and then...I saw her, clearly take some makeup and stuff it in her purse, then it looked like she may have stuffed more into her skirt, maybe it had a pocket? In any case I made a quick decision and called the store, told them to not let her leave.
By the time I got down she was cursing at the female assistant manager, telling her she didn't do anything. When I walked up in my security outfit her demeanor changed quickly.
"Oh, Billy, what did you do?"
She knew I didn't like being called 'Billy' (I preferred William) and her dismissiveness further irked me. I thanked the manager and coldly told Cindy to come with me. She protested a little but, probably thinking better not to cause a scene when she had stolen goods on her, followed along, only complaining a little when we got to the stairs.
When we got to the little room she scolded me directly.
"Come on Billy, let's not make a big deal of this."
I hadn't spoken much, and wasn't sure exactly what my objective was, but she was goading me into becoming authoritative.
"It is a big deal, Cindy. You were caught on video. The mall is cracking down on this."
Cindy's face blanched but she tried to act tough, "Look...if I accidentally took anything I can return it. Just..."
I interrupted, wanting to keep her off balance. "There was no accident. We have it all on film. I am going to have to call the police."
I saw it in her eyes the moment I said 'police'. I had never seen Cindy scared until that moment.
My thoughts flashed back to several years ago. There was a party at a the house of a friend of a friend. I wasn't part of the cool crowd but I got an invite and it was pretty fun. There were lots of girls there, including Cindy. I managed to get in on a game of spin the bottle, the first time I had ever played. The bottle seemed to avoid me, until a chubby girl spun and got me. I kissed her, hearing a few giggles, then when I spun...I got Cindy. Cindy, a girl who, even though she was younger than me, was cooler and far more popular. I felt like I had won the lottery. I bent forward for my kiss. Cindy started to bend forward and...she pulled away and laughed. She told everyone she thought that was enough of the game and walked away with her friends, laughing. I was frozen on all fours, humiliated and rejected.
But now, Cindy was desperate to persuade me.
"Please...William...you can't...I mean...can't you just give me a warning?"
I stayed silent and looked at her with no expression. I was impressed with how cool I was being. I hadn't even talked to Cindy in well over a year. After that night at the party we hadn't really had a lot of interaction. When we did it was usually in class and I would be tongue tied when she would catch me checking her out. A year ago though, I bumped into her with a couple of her friends when I was headed in to buy some beer. I was repeating my last year of high school but since I was already nineteen could buy alcohol. Cindy surprised me by saying hi, then she made her agenda clear. "Billy," she said, twisting her hair, "can you be a sweetie and buy us some vodka?"
There was no subtlety in her approach, she was hot, she knew it, and thought that would be enough to get me to do her a favor. She was right. When I came back with the two bottles I had paid for, she smiled and said thanks. I shyly asked where they were headed, hoping for an invite but she was having none of it. When I started to walk away with my head down she softened,
"Aw, Billy. If you want I'll let you feel my bare leg?"
Her friends giggled as I turned to look at her. She was so inviting, leaning against her friend's car, wearing a little skirt. I looked at her legs and wanted nothing more than to touch them. I swallowed and took a step towards her and she burst out laughing.
"Ew!" she said loudly. "Perv!" Cindy and her friends burst into laughter as one of her friends seductively stroked Cindy's leg, taunting me. I blushed deep red and left, humiliated.
I looked Cindy up and down. Now, eighteen, she was still so sexy. Her little skirt was riding up her bare smooth legs as she sat there in front of my chair, fidgeting. Her blouse clung to her tits tightly. Her bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips against her pale white skin. Her long straight hair hung down well past her shoulders. I could smell her floral perfume.
