This is only the 2nd story I have written in my life. I have always enjoyed reading erotic stories and I feel it is only fair to make some contribution in return.
This story deals with reluctance throughout. If you seek stories of people making love then I suggest you try a different category. If you enjoy stories of control and humiliation then read on and hopefully you will gain pleasure in my latest contribution. If you would like to hear more then please vote at the end, thanks.
It was after I had finished locking up the store and started refilling the shelves that I noticed a number of CD's were missing from a rack in the last aisle. I hadn't sold any CD's all day so I knew I’d been robbed again. I run a small grocery store, like a miniature supermarket. I don't normally sell CD's but a friend of mine had got his hands on a very cheep batch from a local record shop, which had recently shut down. Not expecting to sell many I put them at the back of the shop in the place of a fridge that had been removed awaiting repair.
Turning off the lights I went into the back office to check out the new technology that had been installed. In previous weeks there had been an increasing amount of things disappearing from the shop, I had informed the police who advised me to get some CCTV installed. I decided to make the system discrete so I could find out who was robbing me. I had one camera behind the counter, monitoring the front of the shop and one at the back pointing down the last aisle. Both cameras were linked to two video recorders, which continuously recorded all movement in the shop.
I sat at the large desk supporting the two VCR's and two TV’s. I hit the play button after rewinding it a fraction. I remembered a young girl in the shop earlier who seemed to spend an awful amount of time buying a pint of milk. I searched the tape until I found her. Sure enough, she walked down the aisle, perused the CD rack and proceeded to fill her handbag with CD's. I quickly searched the other video for a shot of her face so that the police could finally take action against someone.
She wore a coat that hid her body but I could remember her young pretty face with bright sexy eyes and small but perfectly formed nose and mouth. From under her hat flowed her lush blonde hair before disappearing down beneath the long unrevealing coat. It seemed almost wrong to have her arrested she looked so innocent, she can't have been much more than 18 years old. I decided not to call the police straight away and wait to see if she comes back to the shop where I could confront her, get her to return the goods and teach her how wrong it is to steal.
At the end of the following day I noticed some more CD's had gone. This meant there must be another thief because the young girl hadn't been in. It was approaching closing time and there was nobody in the shop so I unlocked my office and started searching the tapes. With my office door open I could hear the shop door bleeper, I could also keep an eye on the shop with the TV monitor, which showed the counter and entrance. On the tape I found a much older woman in her late forty's loading her handbag with CD's. Just at that point the door bleeped as someone walked into the shop. Looking over at the monitor I realised it was the young girl who’d nicked my CD's.
I hesitated watching the screen as my anger grew. She walked up to the counter and waited. I left my office and marched up to the front of the shop, she saw me approaching and asked me for a packet of cigarettes but I walked straight passed her towards the entrance. I locked the shop door, turning the OPEN sign over. I turned and focussed an evil stare upon her. She suddenly looked concerned and asked what was wrong.
“I have evidence that you have been stealing from these premises,” was my reply. She started to protest her innocence.
“I've only just walked in, how could I have? What evidence?”
“There are camera's in operation in this store and you've been caught stealing CD's,” there was now a look of horror on her face, “I think you better accompany me to the office while we decide what to do with you,” I stated as I ushered her towards the back of shop. I pointed to the door and followed the young thief leaving a few steps between us. It was at this point I realised that my eyes had subconsciously been drawn south towards her slender waist and almost perfect bottom. My mind suddenly became awash with decadent and debauched thoughts, I could feel stirrings in my trousers. I do often fantasise about girls younger then myself but my imagination has always fallen way short of this sweet little tease. I certainly have never found myself in a position to make my fantasies reality.
She was wearing a very sexy short black dress with stockings and stylish shoes to match. The material of her dress was soft and figure hugging that accentuated her slender figure. She was a good 5 inches shorter then my 5’11” and perfectly proportioned. Her blonde hair was radiant against the jet-black material as it fanned outwards from a high ponytail to her lower back. I could smell her musky scent as followed her wriggling little bottom to my office.
Something in my head changed, some chemical hormonal thing, because all the anger vaporised and turned rapidly into lust for this exquisite creature. My mouth was watering as I soaked up the vision of her fantastic body. I tried to maintain my wits about me and calm my thoughts, which were rapidly sinking into a sea fantasy and fornication. I knew I had to play it cool and not allow myself to be manipulated by her overpowering beauty.
She hesitated as she peered through the open door into the office. I came up close behind her, taking in the aroma of her hair. Sensing me breathing down her neck she stepped forward into the large room that doubled as a store. I directed her to the right, across the carpet to the edge of the desk. She looked around first noticing the fire exit to the left on the back wall and then the workbench filled with boxes and various packaging paraphernalia. Finally her eyes came to rest on the large wooden desk with VCR equipment.
I told her to stand in front of the TV while I inserted the incriminating videotape. I sat in the leather swivel chair behind her to her left as I showed her all the video evidence.
“What are you going to do?” She asked.
“Call the police of course, but first show me some ID,” I said in a stern voice.
I made her empty her bag on the table, telling her that I wanted to make sure she hadn't stolen anything else, but really to have a good nosy at her things. I couldn't believe how much stuff came out of such a small handbag. What caught my eye the most was a pack of condoms and also a packet of contraception pills with several remaining pills.
“That seems like an odd combination?” I asked her, “why do you need the condoms?”
“I'm going to a party tonight to meet somebody,” she said, slightly shaking.
“You WERE going to a party, you better tell your boyfriend that you’ve been arrested,” I told her.
“No he’s not my boyfriend, I've never met him,” she replied. I asked her if it was a blind date and she nodded. “Please don't have me arrested mister, I'll return all the CD's, I'm really sorry.”
“Your pleading is of no use to me girl, if I hadn't brought you in here you would be thieving from me right now, give me one reason why I shouldn't call the police this minute?” She stood there staring at the phone on the desk and then at me.
“What do you want from me?” She found herself asking reluctantly as she stood there trembling and looking very uncomfortable with the situation.
I look her slowly up and down and said “what the fuck could you offer that would interest me?” I turned and reached for the phone.
“No!” she said anxiously, at first showing slight relief that I didn't give the expected sordid answer but then realising the implications that if she didn't have anything to offer I WOULD phone the police. “Don’t do that,” she begged, stretching across me and slapping her hand on top of mine to prevent me from lifting the receiver.
“If you're so afraid of being arrested why do you steal?” I quizzed.
“I need the money...my mum needs the money, she tells me to steal, she can’t support us.”
“What about benefits, lots of people survive without robbing innocent folk,” I argued, “if she doesn't work what's she spend it all on?”
“She gambles and drinks a lot, I end up buying the food and essential items, please don't called the police they will lock me up this time and stop me living with my mum,” she sobbed.
“How many times have you been caught stealing?” I asked but she fell silent, “maybe I should ask the police?”
“Five times, the judge put me on probation but I can’t help myself, I need money and I can’t get a full time job until I finish my college course. I don’t know what to do, please don’t have me arrested,” her pleading was incessant.
“There are many ways a young pretty girl like yourself can earn good money,” I told her.
“I wont become a prostitute walking the streets, I wont, I’m not doing that,” she sobbed, “I am doing well on my course, I’m going to be a hairdresser, please don’t call the police, they will…”
“send you to prison and you will fail your course,” I finished her sentence for her in an attempt to highlight how bleak her position was. “Anyway you don’t need to walk the streets to earn money, you just need to find a few wealthy middle aged blokes who would happily pay good money for your services.”
“I can’t do that, its disgusting,” she barked.
“Do you think I am disgusting?” I snapped back. “You better start re-thinking your options young girl because thieving has just landed you in jail.” Tears were running down her face now as she sobbed.
