"Miss, I'm going to have to ask that you accompany me."
Doreen jerked involuntarily as a large beefy hand firmly gripped her upper arm to let her know that this was not a request that could be declined. She became acutely aware that the hand was joined to a muscular arm of an extremely large gorilla-of-a-black-man in body built and menacing demeanor.
"My name is Duncan Lordly, the head of store security, and must insist that you accompany me to my office."
Doreen hesitated like a deer caught in a car's bright headlights, stunned that she had been discovered. She wanted to demand to be unhanded; protest her innocence loudly; or create an embarrassing scene. She wanted to rip her arm out of the restraining grasp and flee blindly toward the department store's exit. Yet, Doreen did none of these things, and allowed herself to be silently ushered without any resistance to a service corridor and then to an elevator.
"How did I get into this mess? Why did I ever pledge for that goddamn sorority? They're a bunch of mean-spirited bitches,"
Doreen thought to herself as she found herself being forcefully escorted into the bowels of the underground complex of the vast department store building.
"Dumb ones at that -- who only go to college to find a husband and sleeping around until they do. Shit -- the only reason I'm one of their pledges is because Val was one of them. I'm what they called a 'legacy' pledge.
"Yeah, Val, the original sorority party girl -- yeah, my older sister, the pretty one, the popular one, the one with all the boyfriends. Yeah, she was always setting the example for me -- the wrong one. She was the one with her 'reputation' scrawled on the men's restroom walls. God, how she'd just laugh it off, saying that those guys were the ones who never got to score. But what she didn't say was that there were plenty that did. Val eventually became an airline stewardess -- another way of say a high-flying hot-to-trot nympho. The last I heard was that my slut of a sister was somewhere in the friendly skies having an affair with some married pilot.
"Why do I want to be like Val? Maybe because I'm tired of being the little sister who got the books while her big sister got the looks? To the casual observer, I'm nice looking -- but -- not as stunningly attractive like Val. Yep, slightly bigger boobs, wider hips, and a tad heavier -- that's me. I know I should know better but this perceptual difference irked me all my life and probably led me to this damn dilemma.
"What made me think that if I became a sister in Val's sorority, I'd be one of the popular girls? Shit, I never had a boyfriend, and have never made out. Damn it, I'm eighteen and still a virgin. How pathetic. Maybe that's why I let myself be talked into the pledges' challenge of stealing lingerie for my sorority sisters from the most high-end store in town. Jeez, I did it just so I could become one of them. How stupid of me! Great, so what do I do now?"
The slamming and locking of a heavy door startled Doreen into the reality of the situation. Quickly looking around the small windowless room, she saw four bare walls, a lot of video equipment, and harsh lighting. The Security Head sat behind a small desk with a laptop in front of him, and he gestured for Doreen to be seat across from him
Duncan was a brute of a man whose no-nonsense demeanor caused Doreen to nervously gulp. Towering over her five-six frame, he was a mountain of black muscles that were well-defined by his well-tailored suit. The way he moved was with smooth purpose, authority, and efficiency. Doreen shivered as her eyes ran quickly over Duncan's body largely out of a sense of danger and for some inexplicable reason in a strange tinge of wonderment.
An unnerving grin graced his lips for Duncan knew the effect of his physical stature on women and especially teenage girls. He secretly enjoyed how Doreen fidgeted before him, but knew that once the gravity of the situation and the possible consequences of what she did beginning to sink in, she would squirm like a worm on a hot plate.
"She not bad looking, Japanese-American, young, naïve, and I wonder just how gullible,"
Duncan mused to himself. "
Hmmm, let's see just how much,"
he mused as his eyes roamed boldly over her quivering body.
"As I said before, I am the head of security, and before we begin, I must inform you that this session is being recorded to ensure that you do not accuse this store and me of any wrongdoing. We most certainly don't want you doing something that you don't want to do. Do you understand? Good. For the record, may I see some form of identification?"
Doreen numbly fumbled through her purse and find her wallet, produced her college identification card and driver's license. Taking her identification from her, Duncan took his time entering her case and personal data just to let Doreen squirm. He was surprised when Doreen's home address pinged on his computer screen.
"What? The same address as Valerie? Hmmm, Val's younger sister? She looks kind of like Val, maybe a little heavier and not the looker as her older sister, but still not bad. Same college? I wonder if she's...? Yeah, that would explain this stupid stunt. It's a sorority pledge -- probably her older sister's sorority. Yeah, a legacy pledge who's got to live up to her older sister's reputation. Boy, did Val have a reputation -- and a well-earned one at that. Val was certainly the sweetest little slut who loved bending over, to give head, or take it in her juicy cunt, or her sweet booty. Yeah, I wonder if her younger sister is anything like Val."
"Now then Miss, I've been watching you in person and through our security system, and know what you have under your loose dress. Judging from the tags found on the floor of the dressing room, I estimate that you've got at least four bras, ten panties and a couple nighties. The way I see it, you've got around a few hundred dollars in lingerie stashed under your long loose dress. In case you weren't aware of it, that makes your theft a felony offense.
"To cut to the chase, Miss, you have one of two choices facing you. The first choice is that you refuse to cooperate fully with my all of requests. At which time, I will call the police. You will then be handcuffed, taken to the police station, searched, and jailed. This store will then be forced to prosecute you in court and to pursue the maximum penalty of the law which is several years in prison. By the time you are released, you will have been expelled from your college, and find that no one will hire you because your criminal record. Your former friends will no longer want to be around you -- a convicted felon."
It took all of Duncan's willpower not to smile in satisfaction as Doreen began to sob softly as her world and future fall apart in the story painted by him. He knew that the cops would release her to the custody of her parents and that the judge would probably put her on probation as a first-time offender. But Doreen didn't know that.
"Now that she's nibbling at the bait, let's see if I can set the hook and land some sweet little sorority pledge, hmmm, some fresh Japanese sashimi, yumm."
"Your other choice," Duncan rumbled in a thoughtful manner, pausing until he had Doreen's absolute attention, "is to cooperate fully -- and I mean 'fully' -- with me. I will do everything in my power -- which in this store is quite a bit -- to ensure that the store does not bring charges against you and that you walk free. Well, Miss, what is it that you want to do?"
When Doreen hesitated as she pondered the hidden implications of his offer, Duncan let out a sigh heavy with undisguised disgust and reached for the telephone. But as he lifted the receiver, Doreen suddenly blurted, "No, please! Don't call the police, please." Between sobs and soft gasps, she whispered, "I'll do whatever you say. I'll cooperate with you. I'll do what you want. Please just let me go. Please, I didn't think..."
"You didn't think that stealing was wrong," Duncan interjected to interrupt her rambling excuse. "Miss, I'm going to take your statement before we progress further." With that he began to interrogate her and before long, Doreen had confessed to shoplifting on recorded video and in writing.
"Sign these two documents," Duncan said as he slid before her printed forms before Doreen. "The first is the statement that you just gave me. It states that you knowingly and willfully took property which was not yours and for which you did not pay. Listed are the items that you stole and their approximate values. You statement also says that you provided your confession of your own free will and were not under duress of any kind. Please sign your confession."
Once Doreen signed her confession, Duncan went on to say, "This other document states that you freely agree to be thoroughly searched to ensure that you return everything that you have stolen. It goes on to state that besides being trespassed from this premise for one year, you agree to whatever penalty the Head of Security deems proper. It goes on to say that this agreement and any penalty imposed will be kept strictly confidential. On this latter point, disclosure any portion of this agreement will result in your confession being turned over to the authorities. You will then be arrested, tried, and imprisoned. Do you understand what I have said? Good -- now please sign."
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