At least Turd Fingers didn't get nicked on another drunk-'n-diss─by the pigs, that is─but he did get rent-a-tagged for trying to roll some fancy redhead he'd followed for a while in the mall. After she bought some burgundy panties at the local Saks he stalked her out of the store. Sure enough, she tossed a nude-colored satin, lace-trimmed cheekini in the trash, pink bow and tiny round bell right over where her pussy would have been when she'd worn them.
He slyly pocketed the used intimates and was checking her out—trim thing, she was, early twenties, he guessed, done up to show it in designer jeans with glittering sequins across the pockets and brunette 'do gathered up in a tight bun to make a shiny silver hairpin glitter.
Rich Bitch. He memorized her savory tush so he could picture it later as he sniffed her underbritches for her smell and frisked off in them.
Lost in his horny delirium, when the mall security guard got him by the arm, it came from nowhere.
"Sir, did you just pilfer from that trash can?"
"Who, me? No, I—"
The security guard starting going through Turd Fingers's pockets. Was that even legal? Didn't he have to read him his rights or some shit? Of course he found the panties right away and wagged them in Turd Fingers's face.
"Are these what you took?" The guard scanned the concourse, spied the upper-crust kitten right away, and called out to her. "Miss?" She didn't turn at first. "Miss? Are these yours?"
She leaned and peered at him over the rims of outsized shades. Hips swaying, she clacked to them on high heels.
"I'm sorry?" she said. "Is there a problem?"
"Is this your underwear, miss?"
She cleared her throat and peered at the crumpled underpants in the security guard's greasy fist, though she seemed like she didn't want to look. "Yes, those are my old undies." She visibly blushed. "I threw them away just now."
"I caught this individual in question stealing them. I think he may have been following you. If you could look at his face, please, Miss, and tell me whether you this individual in question seems familiar to you. Have you seen him at all today, at the mall or anywhere else?"
The woman cleared her throat again. She looked right at Turd Fingers for a long time, her green eyes wet with apprehension, then narrow with accusation. He looked back and licked himself. "Yes." She nodded. "Yes, I think I do remember this man. I caught a glance at him when I was at the counter at Saks." She narrowed her stare at Turd Fingers. "You mean you were stalking me?" She addressed this last at Turd Fingers and shuddered, but all he did was chuckle.
When she hugged herself, it put a nice jiggle in her tits through her silky blouse and Turd Fingers gave her yams a long stare, too hot for her not to notice. Then he looked right at her face.
"Do you want to file an incident report?" asked the security guard.
"No, that's okay." The woman held out her hand. The security guard gave the panties not to her but back to Turd Fingers.
"Wha? You just gave him my underpants."
