“The young lady has given us your name and has said that you would be prepared to vouch for her honesty, is that so?”
The two men, both are quite hunky, and I guess security guards, stand by a desk at which sits a forlorn and dejected Polly Eve, one of my best friends.
“I most certainly know her, gentlemen, and I know her to be upright and honest, but in order to maintain my integrity and reputation I must be aware of the facts.”
Polly looks at me in shocked surprise that I didn’t, without hesitation give her a glowing reputation. Then, as she realises that I am going to extract the maximum pleasure from her discomfort, the look changes to resignation.
“Oh for god sake!” my friend says, intending it to be under her breath but making it instead a sharp whisper.
“I am afraid she can be a little petulant, as you can see.” I give the guys a reserved smile.
“We have our own integrity to protect also Madam, we are professionals, and do not take kindly to being insulted.”
“I most certainly hope not, I have the greatest respect for members of your profession, keeping us safe and secure, giving us the confidence to go about our daily lives.” I gently grasp the arm of the guy nearest to me and I can tell that he likes it.
Although Polly Eve is three years my senior she is dressed today like a recalcitrant schoolgirl, in jeans that she hacked off at the knees, a crop top that is missing one button which allows a grubby white bra to peep from, and with the thread of a further button hanging from it about to allow it to break free from captivity; her blonde hair that desperately needs attention to the dark roots, is tied in untidy bunches. She appears ten years younger than her twenty-five years.
I squeeze the guy’s arm more firmly. “Please tell me if it isn't too painful what this little horror has done to insult you.”
Polly Eve acts her part but I’m not sure that she is actually acting just yet.
She grimaces and mutters something under her breath that I didn’t hear but will extract from her later.
The guy furthest from me squints more closely at me. He seems suspicious. “What is your relationship with this young lady madam please?”
“I am a cousin…” I put a hand to my mouth and lower my voice, “From the other side of the family…” I wink, “You know?”
Both men look me up and down, then liking what their eyes tell them, scrutinise me again but in far more detail. I feel my temperature rise a little.
When I received the call that summoned me here I knew that I had to appear a little older than my twenty-two years. With a short hair cut there wasn’t much I could do with it apart from make it look sexy and yet sophisticated. I put on a classy yet reserved dress, not even a little of my cleavage was pushed up and together for display. But the dress was fitted enough to highlight my curves in what I hoped was a sexy yet subtle way. Standing at five-eight I can carry a little more authority than those of smaller stature.
I think all that attention to detail worked as I had to clear my throat to gain the attention of the guys, whose eyes were still embracing the better points of my body.
Polly Eve raises her eyes to the ceiling, makes as if gagging, and sighs, at the attention I am receiving.
Both men shuffle their feet and the do that funny thing that males do when caught unawares; almost in unison each adjust the crotch of their pants. I really do hope that some of the adjustment was because of what they thought of my body.
The man furthest from me and may be a little older than the other, takes charge. “The young lady was brought to our attention as acting suspiciously in the store, madam. When asked in the nicest way to explain, she became rather abusive, so to protect other shoppers we brought her here.”
I nodded gravely to acknowledge my total agreement with their course of action. “Yes, please continue.”
“There being no female operative available we were unable to ascertain if the young lady had on her person items that belong to the store and for which she was preparing to remove from the store without…” he hesitated to say the words for fear of false accusation. “I am afraid the young lady used inappropriate words… in short she offered us sex!”
The two men look at one another seemingly at a loss of what to do next.
I too am not too sure where this is going, other than I assure the security guards of my friend’s good character and take her out of the store.
Then I notice over the shoulder of one of the men something that gives me a wonderful Idea. Looking around the room I see that there are three CCTV cameras placed in strategic positions. I imagine that they are for the protection of interviewers as well as interviewees.
Without acknowledging the presence of the cameras I say, “Look gentlemen I realise your predicament and although I am not qualified I believe I can help.”
They look at each other mystified, open their mouths but very little coherent sound is emitted.
“My young cousin and of course her family would be mortified to have any erroneous accusation levelled at her, and I speak for her…” Polly Eve draws a deep breath but I stop her with a hand in front of her face… “When I say that she is more than willing to prove that she is concealing nothing that does not belong to her.”
Polly Eve looks suspiciously at me but I nod at her encouraging her to do the same. My friend rather reluctantly nods but has questions on her lips; she however says nothing, only raising her eyebrows in question.
“Stand up please,” I command her.
The poor girl is reluctant, because she knows me so well and has suspicions of my motives and my possible actions.
Standing her I the middle of the room and facing me I push her arms to the horizontal at her sides. As I have seen at airport security, I run both of my hands along her one arm from fingers to shoulder and fingers to armpit, my fingers at her armpit tickle her in a way that the guys can’t see.
At her giggle and squirming I admonish her, “this isn't meant to be fun or funny, please behave as I am trying to help you.” I give her the tiniest of winks. Now Polly Eve understands that I am fooling around, she doesn’t know quite how yet and I don’t want her to. I repeat the check on her other arm.
Still with her arms stretched out to her sides I run my hands down her sides, tickling lightly as I go. It is fun to see her trying desperately not to squirm or giggle and to keep a straight face. Polly Eve is beginning to enjoy this.
Next I peer into the gap in her crop-top left by the missing button. I insert a finger into the gap and tug the material in an effort to see if there is anything hidden there. Unfortunately as I pull the button that hangs on a thread makes a bid for freedom and escapes as it falls to the floor.
I look in shock at the two guys. They almost fall over themselves trying not to appear to be staring at my friend’s now exposed bra.
“To be sure I feel that I must look further… if you have no objections?” I wait, looking for a response from the men. They just look dumbly at the two us of girls. “Okay, then I shall.” I confirm.
“I shall need a safety pin or two for this later,” as I hand the top to one of the guys.
The top dangles from the fingers of the guy who, with his colleague just staring at it.
“Oh please, examine it carefully, both my cousin and I want there to be no doubt, right?” I look at Polly Eve, who, with some doubts herself, nods. My friend is beginning to see where this may lead and isn't too sure.
My face is now within inches of my girlfriend’s and she pulls a face at me. I take her 34C bra-clad breasts in my hands and squeeze. “Bitch” she whispers.
“I’m almost certain that nothing is hidden there,” I state.
The men’s faces are filled with disappointment.
“Oh wait, oh my, I am sorry but I think I have found something.” I look at the guys again.
Polly Eve looks as if she could kill me. “There is not! April Noël, there is nothing there! Stop it right now.”
I squeeze her breasts again and as I do I run a thumb hard over each of her nipples and even through the bra their hardness is easy to detect.
My friend closes her eyes as sensations sweep over her. She is barely able to stifle a moan of pleasure.
The two guards move closer for a better view.
With my girlfriend enjoying the almost clitoris-like sensations emanating from her nipples I take the opportunity to unclasp and remove her bra completely. This time there is a queue of two waiting to more closely examine the piece of intimate female apparel. I hold it out and it is immediately snatched from my fingers. I see that the men are group players as they share the garment, one warm bra cup each.
For a scant few seconds the men are so involved in a detailed examination of their prize that I am able to kiss and suck hard on one of Polly Eve’s nipples. She moans and repeats that I am a “bitch.”
It is automatic for girls to try to cover their breast with their hands when taken unawares. So I must now insist that my friend returns her arms to the outstretched position.
The men’s’ attention is now firmly on my friend, or more so her cute breasts and I am sure that they are appreciating how erect her nipples have become.
Now I have to carefully position my girlfriend so that the guys will see, as I bend her forward, not only her fine ass tightly clad in denim but also her wonderful breasts as they hang from her chest.
Positioned as best I can I turn Polly Eve’s back towards the men and force her to bend at the waist. I kick her feet apart as in the best cops’ movies. I make a mental note to add that scenario to the play of Polly and me.
“Please touch your toes girl.” I command and receive a slap on the leg for being a little too cheeky.
Up each leg in turn, starting at her feet and pausing inconspicuously to tickle as best I can the girl-sensitive areas around the knees and along the thighs, I stop just short of the crotch of her jeans.
I look at the guys almost with resignation that the crotch of her pants is far too tight to conceal anything.
I allow Polly Eve to straighten up again and turn to face the guys. I take hold of the stud that secures the waist of her jeans and with difficulty pull it open. Her eyes widen in shock but also in excitement that I am going to go further.
Suddenly the security guards seem to become aware that there are cameras there.
“Ah madam? I’m not sure… I don’t think… ah, is that necessary… surely…” The younger of the guys speaks up, but the older guy stands his ground and licks his lips lasciviously.
“At this stage I really must insist that there is no shadow of a doubt of my cousin’s innocence.”
“Sure madam, I understand,” says the younger man. “Ah… but…” he points to the cameras.
All that Polly Eve has to say to me in a low voice is, “you fucking scheming bitch.” But I’m relieved that she grins; she is going to go through with my plan!
Now my girlfriend has her own ideas. “Hey cousin, feel my crotch, honest, there is nothing there, rub it before we go any further, please?”
With the waist band of her jeans now unfastened and the zip slightly open I push the fingers of one hand between the thighs of Polly Eve who eases her legs apart to allow me easier access to her denim-covered pussy. I rub it, pushing hard to force the coarse seam of the jeans as far into her pussy slit as the panties under it will allow.
I look up at the guys, pause and shake my head. These two are now in tune with me, they just know that although I indicate that I can feel no cached item, that there is a good chance that I will have to explore a little deeper.
As I ease the pressure on the crotch of her pants Polly Eve protests, “No, no… You're not trying hard enough, rub harder, you must be sure that there is nothing there.”
I press more firmly and move my fingers only enough to cover the area of her clitoris and my friend grips on to me, allowing only a small moan to escape her lips. The tension is building in her. But I don’t intend to let her gain the prize that she is so obviously trying to win from me.
“Cousin, you are so obviously trying to cover up something in there but I will not be misled. I promised to be honest with these gentlemen and I shall.” I smile at the guards, who are concentrating too hard in their attempt not to rub the front of their pants, to do anything but offer a sheepish grin back.
I need help with the tightness of her pants, which Polly Eve has no hesitation in offering. It takes a struggle but there they are at her feet, her jeans. She steps out of them.
Now my young female friend is naked all but her panties. I am surprised, as she has on a plain if very brief pair of what appear to be cotton knickers. The crotch is of course darkened by moisture that has soaked into the material. She has been lax yet again, wisps’ of pubic hair curl either side of the panties legs. I make a note to treat her to a waxing, which I shall enjoy although her screams are rather blood-curdling, but it has to be done.
“Eww, god, what have you been up to cousin?” I demand as my fingers slither over the cotton fabric. “I do so hope that you are not trying to disguise something in there, take them off.”
“I most certainly will not, how dare you suggest I am hiding something there!” Polly Eve is now in the thick of the play-acting.
Both men are now very uncomfortable and are stepping from one foot to the other, their hands buried deep in their pants pockets. Its rather charming really as it is so obvious from the sight of what appears to be two rabbits in each of their pants, fighting to be the nearest to their groins, that the men are stroking as best they can two enormous erections.
Before my girlfriend can prevent it, I have her panties down at her feet and am making her step out of them. I hold them up to the guys, but as they move forward to grab them I snatch them away.
“I really hate to do this, gentlemen but my cousin will be in need of a replacement for these and her top, from your stock, is that possible? And whoever promises it first gets the dirty panties.”
So fast was their response that I was unable to decide who won. It was Polly Eve’s brilliant idea that I should offer my panties as well so as to even things up for our generous men.
I pulled up a chair and asked my friend to sit on the very front edge with her legs apart so that I could make sure she was indeed telling the truth, she had no contraband between her legs.
I was able, by virtue of rubbing hard at her nub and at the cost of Polly Eve’s crashing orgasm, that what she had was just a common-or-garden erect clitoris, not a stolen item at all.
With my girlfriend suitably attired in new panties and blouse, with the men slightly uncomfortable still, and with me glowing with satisfaction, Polly Eve and I left the store.
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