I hate going to the supermarket on Thursday & Friday evenings after work as it is usually heaving with folk on the busiest evenings of the week. So this week I decided to nip down early on the Saturday morning, as it was my weekend off work.
Turning into the drinks aisle with my half full shopping trolley I spotted my bosses wife, Liz, walking slowly down the aisle eyeing the various bottles of booze on the shelves.
I had meet Liz a couple of times at works functions when she had seemed a bit snotty to the rest of us on her husband Timâs team. We got the impression that she thought we were beneath her as her husband was the boss and therefore in her eyes we were just the workers who contributed our labours to her husbandâs success. In fact Tim was great to work with & the five of us made a great team at work. At the functions Liz had always been very well turned out, with the day having been spent at the hairdressers & other establishments to make her look the best & a glowing example of her husbandâs deemed stature and success. I had letched at Liz at few times at the works functions as she was in her early forties with a fantastic figure wrapped up nicely in stylish clothes and make up. Most people would class Liz as good looking or beautiful with long straight black shiny hair down over her shoulders, atop an hourglass figure. Liz looked to have a lovely pair of 36D tits that seemed full & perky riding high on her chest. She had a slim waist & smooth hips that faded out into shapely thighs & long legs usually highlighted by tight long skirts.
Well this morning she looked as good as normal, dressed in a snug fitting blue business suit, complete with jacket, white blouse, tight skirt, black tights & high heels. She looked out of place dressed like this in the supermarket on a Saturday morning as the distance slowly closed between us as we worked our way down the aisle. I started to letch at Liz as we drew closer & boy did she look good. She hadnât recognised me as she reached up & pulled down a half bottle of gin, which she slipped into her shoulder bag instead of her trolley. I was amazed at glimpsing my bossâs wife shoplifting, but then so was the young man in his early twenties who was alongside me at the time. I pushed my trolley past Liz without looking at her, hoping she didnât recognise me.
I watched Liz from a distance as she went through the checkout & headed out the door, at which point the young stepped up to her and asked Liz to escort him back into the shop. The look of horror on Lizâs face was a sight to behold, and brought a smile to my face at the thought of her forthcoming fall from grace. Unfortunately it would also wreck the reputation of Tim as well, as there were people in our company who were jealous of our teamâs success.
Walking down a parallel aisle, my trolley abandoned, I arrived at the rear door to the service area at the same time as Liz and her escort. I followed them back into the office area as if I was part of the parade trooping to the managerâs office. Bold as brass I walked into the office at the same time, at which point Liz and the young man first became aware of my presence. I reached into Lizâs shoulder bag & pulled out the bottle & put it on the desk much to the surprise of both of them. Liz was starting to recognize that she had seen me before & the young man was starting to ask me âWho the hell are you?â
âHi,â said I in welcome to this outstanding situation, âLiz here is the wife of my boss who died suddenly recently and she hasnât been handling it very well, hence the shoplifting to gain attention & sympathyâ.
Liz looked at me gob smacked at my outrageous lie to this young man who seemed to be the early shift manager judging by the badge on the jacket.
âSir, I donât know who you are but I need to take some details before calling the Police to have the lady arrested for shoplifting,â said the young man confidently.
I pulled out my wallet and extracted a hundred quid in fresh notes and offered them across to him saying, âI can get Liz some help & prevent her disgrace following the loss of her husband, and I would really appreciate your help with Liz by letting this goâ
âSir it is our policy.â he started to say
âTo help the community,â I said, âYou can donate the money to charity or use it for yourself if you preferâ.
Liz stood with her mouth gaping at the scene unfolding in front of her.
âSir, I canât, shouldnât consider thisâ he gasped showing a sign of weakness. Another sixty quid came out of my hand and I pressed it into his hand in full view of the office security camera.
âYoung man, you have the obvious skill to go far in this company,â I bullshitted him, âBut if anyone sees the security video of you taking two lots of cash from me then your career will stop immediately. To ensure your continued rise in your career I suggest you accept this money for yourself and you give me the security video so it doesnât show you accepting the cashâ.
âIâŚ, I donât know.â he started to say.
âPass the tape and save your career and we will be gone straight awayâ I pressed as I leaned towards the unsure young man.
He looked into the security camera for a couple of seconds, before reaching down and ejecting the tape from the video recorder. Before he could change his mind I took the tape from him, said âThank you for saving this ladyâs reputation in her darkest hourâ, turned and gripped Liz by her arm, and led her from the office.
As I led her back into the supermarket sales area she came out of her trance and started asking questions.
âWho are you? Iâve seen you before havenât I?â she queried, âWhat happened back there?â
âLiz, keep quiet and follow me out to the car right now,â I instructed her.
As we walked out into the car park I told her to follow me to my car and to get without question and we would collect her car later. Liz was still too gob smacked to question me. In the space of five minutes her world had crumbled as she was caught shoplifting, then it had suddenly changed again as she walked free with a half known stranger.
As I drove her out of the car park and headed out of Mansfield towards the motorway I asked, âWhat the hell were you doing back there? Do you know what being prosecuted for shoplifting would have done to your reputation and that of Timâs?â
Liz looked at me blankly as the reality of what she had done slowly sunk in, and I just drove quietly waiting for Liz to play catch up with her current situation. As we turned south onto the motorway Liz asked, âWhere are you taking me?â
That was a very good question I thought to myself. I looked at Liz and saw written across her face as my mind raced to think about what to do next. I didnât know what I had got myself into either so I calmly switched on the CD player & started to think what to do next.
âWhat are you going to do?â Liz asked hesitantly. I didnât have a clue as we cruised down the motorway taking her away from her comfort zone.
âWhy did you lie about Tim being dead?â she asked, and I didnât answer.