A thief learns a lesson (CandiedCreativity & Adam)

[Adam Edwardson]

He could just sit and watch the video loop for hours. Was that hot little redhead so dumb she didn't realize they had security cameras? In her defense, he had let her get away with the shoplifting for over a month now so he could collect a big pile of evidence. Evidence he was finally going to put to some good use. Today will be a good day, Andrew thought as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the oversized oak desk that dominated the office. As he poured himself some scotch from the bottle he always kept in the top drawer the girl on the video hid a pink tank top in her purse.

Andrew Wilson had opened Wilsons Fashion, a popular but expensive shop in downtown Los Angeles, ten years ago not because he had a particular interest in clothes or fashion, but because he wanted a project to run. A little empire to rule over, with some employees to boss around. What more could a man ask for? This line of business suited him perfectly, since it tended to attract just the kind of employees he preferred: young females whit great looks and few other opportunities. But with time he had come to realize that the real potential for fun did not lie with the employees, but with the customers. With the not so law-abiding customers, to be precise.

He had stop putting security tags on some of the clothes, and instead filled the shop with well hidden cameras. It attracted a lot of shoplifters and cost him a lot in stolen goods, but it was well worth the money because every once in a while some bimbo with her head in the clouds and her wallet empty would walk right into his trap. To pay a girl for the services he wanted would be much more expensive, and on top of that it would be illegal. Well, technically speaking what he did was probably illegal too, but he had never been a man who cared for technicalities.

Andrew let the tape of the nervous thief run a last time and then checked his silvery wrist watch, one of the kind whose main purpose was to show off the owners wealth and not to help him keep track of the time. 01:56 PM. She should be here any minute now. Indeed, today would be a good day.

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Nina was resorting the female underwear section. For some reason mr. Wilson always had her work there, even on a busy Saturday in July like this one when the shop was crowded with people. Probably he got a hard on from watching her handle all that lingerie, the expensive silk and lace sets, the slutty string panties and the cute cotton ones. He was such a sexist pigs. Nina had no doubt that it was her looks that had landed her this job no more than a month ago. Without any experience her blonde hair, intense blue eyes, ample breasts and slender legs were the only explanation. Sometimes she hated the way his hungry eyes looked at her, she hated how the black skirt of the silly company uniform he had all the employees wear only barely covered her ass and how the top buttons of the red blouse with the logo on the chest for some reason always seemed to be mysteriously missing. But on the other hand she did get paid, and it was not like she could get another job. And a job, that was something all the sexual harassment law suits in the world could not give her. So she better just suck it up.

She took a pause to look at a set of black lace underwear a customer had left on the wrong shelf. Who the fuck buys something like this? she asked herself. Probably a shitty boyfriend buying a "gift" for his girlfriend more intended for his own pleasure than hers. Or a porn producer. No girl, no descent girl at least, would ever even consider it.

As she put the item back where it belonged a young redhead walked into the store. Nina put a wide smile on her red painted lips, a ingratiating but hollow one of the kind only someone working on commission could muster, and walked up to the customer. "Can I help you with anything?" she asked in a voice coated with sweet sugar to hide the boredom beneath it.

 

[CandiedCreativity]

Kelcie had been fidgety ever since receiving those oh so incriminating clips of her taking different items from a particular store. She pulled her long red locks up into a messy bun before looking at herself in the mirror once again. A purple tank top from a different store that hung to her curves and a low cut back, a pair of nice jeans and black open toe heels. She groaned as she walked to her bed where she had put the letter down earlier that day. She picked the damning paper up and read it once more. Come in at two PM. Nothing else, not even a name that she should be asking for.

The redhead walked to her mirror again, this time to brush coral lip color over her lips, blush over her cheeks, and mascara and fine liner to her eyes. If nothing else, she was dressed to impress. Perhaps they could talk it out and he or she would let her go after banning her from the store. She forced a smile to appear before walking from her bedroom and to her small living room. She grabbed a black blazer half sleeve jacket and pulled it over her tank top before walking from her house and locking the door.

The girl had recently lost her car to a repo and had to walk to the bus stop to catch a bus that would be arriving soon. She sat down on the bench, her foot instantly beginning to tap as she looked around at the bum that sat on the corner begging for change and the woman that stood on the street corner waiting for the bus as well. Kelcie stood as well as the bus came around the corner. She stepped up and put her bus fare inside of the collector box before walking to the third seat down and sitting down. She was nervous now as the bus moved forward, taking her toward the store.

Thirty minutes later the bus dropped off Kelcie two blocks from her most recent dread. She walked quickly, knowing that it was very close to the time that she had been told to be there. She walked in, her chest pounding, but the store didn't seem threatening. It seemed normal, with sales women walking around and helping pretty, rich women. The redhead startled when a woman appeared, asking if she could help her.

Who did she ask for? She let out a breath before smiling back to the woman. "Uh, yes. I have an appointment to see the owner." She wished that she had gone to the library and looked up the name that she should have used. "It's for two. I think I'm a few minutes early." She gave another smile to the woman, hoping that she would be able to pass by this woman without any suspicion.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

As Kelcie explained her errand Nina's polite but false smile broke down into a burst of uncontrolled and genuine giggling. So this was the girl Mr Wilson had mentioned. Poor thing! She looked so nervous and confused that on the one hand Nina just wanted to hug her and take care of her, but on the other hand her predicament was just to funny. And she felt no sympathy for shoplifters - after all it was her salary they were stealing from. So Nina went on laughing insolently.

Soon the strange scene that unfolded caught the attention of an older women, and judging from her shining white designer jacket and the equally flawless and extravagant coiffure of her long grey hair probably quite a lucrative customer, who was browsing through ballroom dresses a bit further down the ail. She gave the two an admonishing look and an annoyed grin. Nina promptly composed herself and took a deep breath to contain her instinct to giggle.

"Oh... I see." she said. "He is waiting for you - I don't think he will mind you being a bit early." With a peculiar smile on her lips she added: "In fact, I think he is looking forward to seeing you." There were something playful in the shop assistants clear, blue eyes, as if her own words amused her. "You will find Mr Wilson in his office, over there next the counter." She pointed towards a door further into the shop.

Before Kelcie got a chance to walk away from her Nina leaned in closer to her, until her mouth were just beside Kelcie's left ear. "Good luck." she whispered. "You will need it." A last little snigger escaped her meticulously painted red lips. Then she turned away from the newly arrived customer and continued sorting the underwear, as if there had been nothing strange with her behavior.