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“Miss, What’s in your shirt?” I ducked my head and continued to walk through the crowd. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t hear him, I could lose him. “Miss!” He shouted louder, and the fucking crowd parted like the red sea. Leading him right to me. The mall security guard gripped my arm and pulled me against his firm body. “Good evening; you seem to be in a hurry?” His expression was stern as he growled down at me.
“Um, no. Just finishing up my Christmas shopping. Have a good night.” I tried to jostle my arm out of his hold, but he had a firm grip. He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head. I was so fucking busted. At least if I were going to be frisked, it would be by this hot security guard, not some fat, smelly loser.
Christmas Thief Gets Frisked
“I think we need to have a chat in my office.” He started walking towards the store exit with me in tow. People were staring, and I didn’t want to bring even more attention to myself, so I let him haul me off down the large mall corridor, and then we turned left down a small hallway I never knew existed, into a dinky office with tv screens all over the wall. The screens were streaming the mall’s happenings in all corners of every busy store. “Now, why were you attempting to steal that sweater?” He shoved me down into a chair, and he leaned his ass against the desk in front of it.
He was intimidating, with his thick arms folded over his broad chest. His ankles crossed as he looked down at me, and I couldn’t help but notice the handcuffs on his tool belt. My mouth was suddenly dry, but my panties felt damp, so I shifted in my seat.
“I was going to pay for it.” I lied and tried my best to bat my lashes up at him.
“I’m sure you were. I have to check if you’ve taken anything else. Ready to be frisked?” He stayed right where he was but told me to stand up and strip.
A girl with a little fight
“What? No!” I couldn’t do that in here. The big, sexy security guard pushed himself off the desk and lifted me out of the chair. He dragged me over to the wall and pressed my tits against the surface.
“Spread ’em.” He hissed, and I screamed no. His large hand smacked my ass, finishing the blow with a tight grab. I moaned accidentally and arched my hips back against him. Was that his baton I was feeling, or was someone hard for me? “I love a girl with a little fight in her.” His breath was warm against my ear, and I shivered. His hand moved from my ass to my tits as I bit into my neck. Oh god, I was going to end up stealing things all the time!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410