**Trigger warning- This piece contains non-consent/reluctance. This is purely a fictional piece, intended as fantasy. Any likeness to real people or stories is coincidental. I do not condone any of the actions written**
(This is an extended version of a previous story. Let me know what you think!)
"I'm not sure this is a good idea Monica," Sandra said shakily.
"Seriously, Sandra, what's the worst that can happen? Me and Angela do it all the time, and we have never been caught. Stop being such a baby," Monica huffed and opened her car door.
Sandra took a deep breath and opened hers. She was determined not to wuss out this time. Last time her and her friends went to the mall, everyone stole something. Sandra tried, but every time she tried to reach for something she could feel nothing but the sensation of being watched, and she hastily dropped whatever she was trying to pocket. She was so embarrassed, she pretended to have lifted one of the rings that was already on her finger when she entered the mall. Only Monica had noticed, but was kind enough not to confront her until later.
That was what they were doing now. Monica was taking her to practice shoplifting.
"Okay, where should we go?" asked Sandra nervously.
"You pick, just make sure it is a place without alarms, or pick up something small and take the tag off. We don't want to get busted," Monica said with a laugh.
"I don't know," Sandra said, pretending to look around at all the stores. She hoped Monica would just pick for her.
"Huh?" asked Monica. She was not paying any attention to Sandra. She was smiling and flirting with a group of men over by the pretzel stand.
Sandra had always been jealous of that, her ability to just pick up any guy she wanted with ease. Monica was 5'8", with sleek blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders like a curtain. She had a slender waist, wide hips, and substantial breasts for her frame. She had bright green eyes, and an even brighter smile. Sandra had seen her get all kinds of free things, just for smiling at someone.
Sandra caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a store window and tried to smooth her hair. She was pretty, though not as pretty as Monica, she thought. She had unruly curly brown hair, dark eyes, and though her breasts and behind were abundant, she lacked the tiny waist of her friends. She wasn't big, she was still only a size 6, but she always felt bigger than that.
"C'mon, Sandra," Monica had clearly grown tired of flirting, "Pick a place."
There was a little shop near the food court that was never really busy and didn't have alarms. Sandra had never been in there before, but she led her friend there now.
"Let's just go in here." Sandra said hastily.
"Now you just have to pretend to be looking at stuff," Monica whispered, "Then when no one is looking find something small and slip in in your pocket, easy peasy."
Sandra pretended to look at things. The shop was filled with all sorts of little knick knacks and picture frames. She found a little selection of porcelain animals. Then she saw it there on the shelf, a little dalmatian. Sandra picked up several of the animals and set them back down again to make it look like she was browsing. Then with a side glance to the cashier, and a quick search for other customers, she quickly and quietly pocketed the tiny glass dog.
"Let's go." She whispered to Monica as she left the little shop in a hurry.
Monica followed quickly with a smile on her face. She even waved to the cashier on the way out.
"What did you get?" Monica asked excitedly.
Sandra reached her shaking hand into her pocket and pulled out the dog.
"Awww!" Monica squeaked, "It is so adorable!"
"Excuse me, ladies." Came a deep voice from behind. "I need you both to come with me."
Sandra's heart sank as she turned to see a security officer.
"Both of us? But I didn't do anything." Monica protested.
"Yes, both of you." The guard snatched the dog out of Monica's hand and led them both back to a small hallway off the side of the food court. Sandra could feel tears welling up in her eyes, she was both scared of going to jail, and hurt by her friends immediate betrayal.
They came to a blue door labeled 'Security'.
"Sit," said the guard. "I need to review the footage before I decide what to do with you."
It was the longest five minutes of Sandra's life.
The guard sighed and looked at Monica, "Alright, you are free to go, but I need your ID card first. I am putting you on the watch list."
"Uh, OK." Monica said digging in her purse.
The guard made a copy of her ID, and she left without even looking at Sandra.
The guard walked over and locked the door behind her.
"Did you take anything else?" He asked, staring down at Sandra. He was an intimidating man, easily over 6 ft tall, shaved head, and he looked like he spent all his free time working out.
"No, no." She stammered. "Just the dog. Please, I don't want to go to jail."
"I need to check you and see if you stole anything else. Give me your bag."
Sandra handed him her bag, which he dumped over the desk.
"Okay, nothing here. Stand up please." He said authoritatively.
She stood hesitantly, afraid of what was going to happen next.
He slid the chair over to the corner, and lifted her arms up.
"Stay like that. I need to check and see what else you might be hiding from me." He took both hands and placed them on her back, and started roughly patting her down. "You sure I am not going to find anything?"
"Uh, no." Sandra said, "There isn't anything else. I swear." She was so scared she could feel her teeth beginning to chatter.
He got down on one knee and started rubbing on her ankles, moving his hands up her legs to her thighs. He made his hand brush in between her legs several times, but Sandra did not know if this was normal or not, so she didn't protest. He stood, reaching around her to her backside and began to rub and squeeze far more than Sandra knew was necessary.
"Stop, please. I don't think you should be doing that." She said shoving his hands away.
"Okay then, I guess I will just have to call the cops and they can finish the search for me. Is that what you want me to do?" He looked down on Sandra, and smiled menacingly.
"No, no, please don't." She took a deep breath. "Please just finish."
He knew then he could do whatever he wanted to her. She was his.
He placed his hands back where they were, and started rubbing and squeezing again. "You know I have to do this, don't you? You can't just get away with what you did." He left one hand where it was, and brought the other to the front of her waist. He slipped his hand up her shirt and grasped her breast, massaging it.
Sandra instinctively tried to take a step back to get away from the groping hands. "Please, st-" but she was cut off when the security guard tightened his grip on her and pulled her close to him, ramming his tongue in her mouth.
Sandra's attempt to scream was immediately muffled. She let her body go limp, and just tried to breath through it. She felt so violated.
