**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.
