Valerie Ch. 02

After exiting the security office via the dirty metal door opening onto the back lot, Valerie had to walk all the way around the building to get to her car. The back lot with all of its graffiti marred dumpsters and weeds sprouting through filthy cracks creep-ed her out. Expecting homeless trolls lurking behind every dumpster, Valerie quickened her pace.

She wasn't aware, but, Steve, knowing the seediness of the back lot, kept a protective eye on Valerie. Once again, he tried not to notice her ripe young body as Valerie bounced through the back lot; he tried not to notice all the way until her hot jiggly tits and ass disappeared around the corner and she was safe.

Steve didn't return to the floor but just sat for a while in his office watching the security monitors. He watched a teenage boy examine some cubic zirconium earrings and let one drop to the floor. When he bent down to pick it up the youth slipped it inside his shoe. It wasn't more than a ten dollar item and Steve just shook his head. He called the police right away and went to intercept the thief. He never let juveniles off because their records could be expunged. It was the best and maybe last time to learn a lesson. In fact, in the three years he had worked at the store, he'd only let go an illegal immigrant who stole a pair of jeans by layering them under her other clothes in the dressing room. He was on the floor at the time and noticed she didn't bring the jeans out of the dressing room, and when she left she hadn't left the jeans in dressing room. When he questioned her, she denied it. Her big brown eyes twitched with every denial and finally he pointed to the sweat pants she was wearing over the jeans. "The police will search you."

The young Hispanic woman fell to her knees and begged Steve "No police. Please, no police." She grabbed his leg, started crying and pleaded with him "No police! Please! Please! No police!" Steve realized she was an illegal who was terrified of being deported. So he pulled her up from the floor, put his finger to his lips to quiet her, escorted her to the back door, and let her go (with the jeans).

Steve didn't wonder why he let Valerie go, but he did wonder why he thought he could help her. If he saw her steal something again, he couldn't just let her go, and that made him wonder if he'd even catch her if she stole again. He had seen her in the store before and she had stolen something every time. That's what a kleptomaniac does, but she was so slick she hadn't aroused his suspicion before. In fact, if something other than his suspicion weren't aroused, he never would have caught her. She mustn't get away with stealing something while he was watching her. He needed Victoria to understand he wasn't playing games.

The next day at 4 Steve watched Valerie enter the store on the security monitors. Her ample cleavage bulge out of her purple v-neck t-shirt and her her firm round ass stretched the seems of her skimpy white denim shorts. Her style was no different than any other young lady who came into the store. Phoenix AZ wa hotter than hell, so people didn't wear much. It's just that Valerie's boobs and butt stuck out more than anyone else's. For an otherwise skinny girl she sure blessed in all the right places.

She went to the make-up samples and tested an eye-shadow. She located the product and carried it with her to the lingerie table where she fingered through the bargain bin of discounted lingerie. She picked up a little white thong, held it up, examined the sheer lacy front and separated it from the rest. Then she looked at a pink cotton boy-cut pantie and put it with the little white thong. She checked her watch and went to the counter.

Valerie had only been in the store 6 minutes, which was part of the plan, to get her in and out before the temptation overwhelmed her. When she checked out, though, Steve only saw her pay for the panties and not the eye-shadow. "God damn it!" he thought. "She's got it in her ass or boobs." Valerie was always primping her clothes, adjusting her shirt to her cleavage or reaching around her back when she bent forward to prevent a whale tail. She must have slipped the eye shadow in one of those places, and he didn't notice. "Well she's not getting away with it," Steve assured himself.

Valerie hadn't quite reached the fountain at the mall's main entrance when she heard Steve's voice behind her. "Miss I think you dropped something." Steve handed her a scrap of paper that said. "Security office, now!" When she looked up from the note she was holding, Steve motioned her to walk and followed her back through the store to the security office.

Once inside the dark dirty office illuminated only by the security monitor screens, and a small window in the back, Steve escorted her to the back, where he had taken her the day before. He didn't waist any time. "Okay, hand it over."

"What?" Valerie trembled. "I didn't take anything." She held his gaze but her eyes looked frightened. He assumed she was lying.

"What's in the bag?" Steve asked. "Dump it on the table." She complied and tumbled her panties onto the white plastic table. Steve had only hoped the eye shadow would fall out with her panties, but it didn't.

"See I didn't take anything."

"Isn't that what you said last time, Valerie? It's in one of two places, so unless you aren't ashamed to show me those places, you better produce it now!"

"Sir," Valerie's chin trembled. "I really don't have anything. I promise."

Steve was sure she was lying. "So you're really going to make me do this aren't you? Think I'm playing games? Okay, take off the shirt."

Valerie was stunned and would never obey Steve's order but he had security tape of her stealing the day before and she was scared, as scared as she was the day before. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached under the hem of her t-shirt and slipped it over her head. Her nipples had already stiffened from anxiety, and once her breasts were exposed to the refrigerated air, her buds strained even harder against the sheer fabric of her pink demi push-up bra. She felt so exposed that she crossed her arms in front of that, for which, she usually enjoyed receiving ogling stares and endless attention. She far from being a prude, but this was like stripping in front of her father, around whom, out of deep respect, she always conducted herself with a modicum of modesty.

Steve thought Valerie was trying to conceal the lip-liner by covering her breasts. He was certain he'd find it wedged between her big titties. "The bra too."

Still crossing her arms in front of her, Valerie gasped. "Sir, please, I really didn't take anything."

"Hurry up."

Valerie's chin tightened and quivered. She let out a whimper as she reluctantly withdrew her arms from her breasts bent forward and unhooked her bra. The burning humiliation she felt as her naked tits rolled out in front of a man who could be her father made her whole body shudder. She saw him stare at the perfect strawberries tipping her silver dollar areolas and wished her nipples weren't so hard and swollen. Since he didn't believe she hadn't stolen anything, she had to let him see for himself that he was wrong, so she resisted the urge to cover up and forced her arms tight to her side, which, without her realizing it, pushed her big titties upward and outward making them even more prominent and appetizing to the one ogling them.

Steve had never seen such perfect tits. They were huge, but so firm, standing out like torpedoes begging to be sucked. He tried not to think about abusing her rock hard nipples even as his cock twinged in response to the sight before him. He kept trying not to force what he'd do to her tits out of his mind as he told "Your shorts Valerie. Take'em off."

The cool air raised goose bumps on Valerie's flesh, making her nipples so aroused she connected the present feeling to how her nipples reacted to sucking and nibbling during foreplay, "but that's not what this is" she told herself. Her pussy was just as confused as her swollen titties. Hot juices flooded her tight little slit in eager anticipation of being fucked. "By this old man?" The thought with so much humiliationshe wanted to get it over with and get out as soon as she could.

She tried to block her emotions as she slid her little white shorts down her thighs and let them drop to the floor.

Steve noticed the the little triangle of pink material covering her jewel was stuck between her swollen pussy lips. Pushing the vision of her camel toe out of his mind, he ordered her to "Turn around."

She turned in front of the plastic table where her shirt and bray lay, and faced the back wall as afternoon sun streamed through the window above and bathed her naked body in warm light. She heard his voice behind her now. "The panties. Your other hiding place."

She curled her thumbs under the elastic and peeled the skimpy pink thong off her pussy and half-way down her thighs to reveal her bare ass to the man behind her.

"Bend over so I can see."

She noticed that she now obeyed him without hesitation. Her tits were swollen, her pussy was soaked and she didn't want to be so fucking horny. But the humiliation and exploitation she felt fueled her raging fire, and she wanted nothing more than to submit to this man's every command. So she spread her legs, stretched over the table and showed "Sir" everything.

Valerie's panties stretched across her parted thighs and Steve didn't see what he was looking for, but what he did see made his cock throb. Engorged pussy lips framed by a bubble ass peeked out between her spread cheeks to reveal a wet pink hole that begged to be fucked. It was the prettiest pink Steve ever wished were wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help thinking her body was made for one thing. "One thing," he thought as he stared at her hot little fuck-hole until his cock wanted to explode and he turned away.

"Okay. I was wrong. You can go."

She turned to face him, now, wanting to be exposed, wanting his lust all over her hot body, wanting him to feel her sex, wanting him to feed the most insatiable desire she'd ever felt.

"Sir," she said, standing there naked with her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.

"Yes," Steve said, his back still to her. "What do you want?"

She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay. She wanted him to force her down on her knees to suck on his rod until it glistened with her saliva and his pre-cum. She wanted him to wrap her big titties around his slippery cock she watched the big purple mushroom play peek-a-boo as she stuck her tongue out to lick it. But more than anything, she wanted him to bend her over the plastic table, pull her head back by her hair, and whisper nasty things in her ear while he murdered her pussy.

But she couldn't tell him what she really wanted.

"What time tomorrow?" asked Valerie.

"Same time." Steve said, and kept walking until he disappeared around some shelves.

It was a long walk through the back lot. It was such a creepy place that she couldn't help imagining bums getting drunk, prostitutes turning tricks and innocent women getting assaulted behind the long line of rusty dumpsters. She was so horny now that the thought of filthy bums gang-rapping her in the back lot behind dirty dumpsters excited her. Her pussy was inflamed. She needed to get home, feed the fire, and let it consume her.