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Warning:  This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to be a realistic
portrayal of the events involved.  It contains explict sexual activities
that would probably lead to criminal charges in real life.  If this
sort of material is likely to offend you or you are too young to be
reading it, please stop now.


Authors's Apology:  I was bored at work last night.  This is the result.
For the fan(s) of "One Bad Apple", you'll have to wait for "Seasoning 
the Cucumber" for more fun with sentient vegetables.




                         Shoplifting 101
                             by KDG


The first thing you need to understand is that I was a "good girl".  I'd 
never been in any trouble and I was a straight A student.  It was all my 
younger brother Mike's idea.  He'd wanted a new baseball glove from the 
Shears store at the mall.  He convince me to go along as he "liberated" it 
from the store.  Even worse, he convinced me to steal this cute little skirt 
that I looked absolutely adorable in.

Everything was fine until, a few feet from the door, I felt a a firm hand 
on my arm.  "You'll have to come with me, Miss."  Mike took off running, 
but I was held firmly.  Shit!  My parents were going to kill me.

The guard who caught me, Bob, was a lean good-looking young man.  He had 
killer biceps and eyes to die for.  He couldn't have been more than 21.  
He gave me a big smile.  "Don't worry miss, just cooperate and nothing bad 
will happen to you.  I'm guessing you're a first offender, right."  I 
nodded.  "Well just come back to our office.  Once we get the formalities 
taken care of you can be on your way."  He gave me another big smile that 
made my knees go weak.

He ushered me into the office.  Another guard was sitting at the desk.  
He was older, but equally good looking.  He actually reminded of my father.  
"So, what have we got here Bob." 

"Shoplifter, Jim.  Caught her trying to steal this skirt."  He lifted the
hem of my skirt as he spoke.

"Well Miss, you'll have to start by giving us back the skirt."  Uh-oh,
I'd left my own skirt in the dressing room to avoid looking too suspicious.  
If I gave the skirt back, I'd be standing there in just my panties.  But if 
I didn't, they would think I had something to hide.  Finally I just did what 
they requested.  Both guards smiled as I handed Bob my skirt.  Maybe this 
wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So what's your name Miss?"

"Lindsay, sir."  I replied.

"Call me Jim."  Jim gave me another warm smile.  "And how old are you
Lindsay?"

"I'm 16, sir...I mean Jim."  Jim grimaced, Bob didn't look happy either.
Had I said something wrong?

"Damn!  I'm sorry Jim, I could have sworn she was younger."

"Not your fault, what's done is done."

I was thoroughly confused now.  Jim looked back at me.  "I'm really sorry 
Lindsay,"  Jim really looked uncomfortable. "Our store manager has told us 
to crack down on shoplifters.  He lowered the mandatory strip search age 
from 18 to 16.  Since everything that goes on in this office is reviewed on 
tape..."  He left the sentence unfinished.

Oh God!  If I'd just lied about my age, I would have been fine.  It really 
wasn't Bob's fault.  In the three months I'd had a license I'd lost track 
of the number of cops who'd pulled me over because "I couldn't possibly be 
old enough to drive"; and that was from a distance.  Up close, given my lack 
of chest development, Bob would have had to be psychic to know how old I 
really was.

But Bob, bless his heart, tried to give me an out.  "You know, Jim, girls 
her age like to make people think they're older."

"That's right.  Look Lindsay, we won't hold it against you if you lied 
about your age."  He looked at me expectantly.

I lowered my eyes and mumbled, "I have a driver's license in my purse."  I 
knew that I'd just dashed their hopes of letting me off.  Resigned, I 
unbuttoned my blouse and handed it to Bob.

My hands paused on my bra clasps.  Jim gave me a nod and an apologetic 
smile.  Last, I put my hands on the waistband of my panties and froze.
"I'm really sorry about this Lindsay,"  He was looking at a piece of paper 
he'd pulled from his desk.  "According to this new checklist, we have to 
perform cavity searches."  He darted his eyes to the camera and mouthed 
"God, I am so sorry" to me.  Bob looked completely dejected as I handed him 
my panties.

"I'll try to be gentle." Bob said.  He moved behind me and put a strong arm 
aound my waist.  I moved my legs apart so he'd have easy access.  My eyes 
rolled back in my head as he buried two fingers in my cunt.  Against my 
will, I could feel myself getting wet as he conducted his search.  His 
thumb accidently brushing against my trigger only made it worse.  Finally, 
after searching me as best he could, he gave up.  "It's no good, I can't 
reach all the way in.  I'm afraid I'll have to use my penis."

"Do what you have to do," Jim said.  His eyes once again darted towards the 
camera.

Even though I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this, I hadn't really 
counted on it.  When Dr. Gruber, my dentist, conducted vaginal exams 
on me, he'd always had to use his penis to complete them also.  I'd just 
been hoping that Bob wouldn't be that thorough.  Who knows, if it weren't 
for the camera, maybe he wouldn't have been.

Bob turned me around and looked me in the eyes.  "Look Lindsay, we 
appreciate how well you've cooperated so far, but you can stop now.  We'll 
call you parents and..."  The look of pure terror on my face convinced him 
to not even bother continuing.  Instead he picked me up and sat me on the 
desk.  I spread my legs and waited.  He moved into position and thrust his 
rock-hard tool into my sopping wet toolbox.

Damn that felt good.  He thrust in and out making sure to completely plumb 
my depths.  I felt really guilty about enjoying it.  Bob was just doing his 
job.  He surely didn't enjoy having his cock inside me any more than Dr. 
Gruber had.  Soon I felt him finish his search.  The hot cum he squirted 
inside me pushed me over the edge.  I threw back my head and screamed with 
pleasure.  Once I had come back down to Earth, Bob pulled out of me and 
zipped up his pant.  "She's clean Jim"  I was glad that was over.

"O.K., now what do you need to do to me?"  I turned and smiled at Jim.

He looked really embarassed.  "Um, I'm afraid we have to do an anal
search."

Damn. Either take it up the ass or have my parents find out I was
shoplifting.  Oh well, when I thought about it like that there really
wasn't a choice.  "I'll conduct this one, I'm smaller," Jim told me.
 
It was true.  But the only way Jim was small was by comparison to Bob.
Bob's over-sized pole was perfect for doing a thorough search of my pussy,
but Jim's more normal sized prick wouldn't do anywhere near as much damage 
to my virgin ass.  

"I'm just thankful we got this in today."  Bob pulled a tube of KY Jelly 
out of a carton in the corner and handed it to Jim.  I hopped down off the 
desk and assumed the position.  I knew that if there had been any way they 
could have avoided doing the cavity search on my ass, they would have 
already told me. 

Jim applied the jelly liberally to my poor defenseless asshole, even using 
his finger to work some inside.  He then squirted another handful in his 
palm and greased up his dick.  "O.K. Lindsay, get a good grip.  This is 
going to hurt."

I let out an absolutely primal scream.  Despite the lubrication, it felt 
like I was being spitted on a freaking log.  "This might help,"  Jim said.  
He started playing gently with my clit as he continued searching.  
Fortunately it was a thorough but quick search.  Once again, the hot cum 
squirting inside me gave me a mind-blowing orgasm.  When Jim pulled his 
dick out of me, I collapsed onto the ground.  

Bob picked me up and sat me back on the desk.  "That's it for the search, 
we just have to do a little paperwork now and you're free to go."  He 
slipped my panties back on me and then put my bra back in place.  I was 
still too lost from my orgasms to be much help.  Once I recovered my 
senses, I was pleased to discover that a girl from women's clothing had 
brought down my skirt.  Seeing that I was busy being searched she had just 
given the skirt to Bob instead of disturbing me.

Once I was completely dressed, Jim had me sign some paperwork.  I even had 
to initial the checklist to show that they had performed the anal and 
vaginal searches.  Then came the dreaded, "if we ever catch you again", 
speech, although Bob kind of ruined it by kissing me on the cheek as I 
left.

Turns out that they had Mike also.  A pair of beefy guards were holding him 
in his chair.  As I passed, I took the chance to bend down and whisper to 
him, "Be sure to tell them you're 16."

For some reason Mike couldn't sit still on the way home.  He never 
mentioned shoplifting to me again.  But come on, Doc, is there any real 
surprise I became a kleptomaniac?

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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