Being a part-time night shift security guard for an upscale women clothing store has a few perks over working at the local 24 hours Wal-Mart -- you get paid a few dollars more per hour and that you don't have to deal with all the stupid customers, especially the drunk ones. You often spend your shift from 9 pm to 9 am in the security office studying, doing your homework, watching YouTube, playing on your smartphone, or take a nap. It's not a bad gig for a college student.
You drive as fast as you can in your twelve-year-old Honda Civic from your last class, dressing in your security guard uniform on the way. You barely managed to get to the store in time as the last of the store clerks close their tills. You punch in and then wait at the door to check the staff's bags for possible stolen store goods. The manager is the last to leave and after saying goodnight to you she locks you inside the dark store.
Before you go up to the security office for another twelve hours of paid boredom, you start your nightly routine ritual of checking the restrooms, change rooms, and any other place someone could hide to burglarize the store. Walking around the store you are always amazed how much women are willing to spend on clothes, shoes and perfumes.
"I can't believe someone would pay $5000 for this," you mutter to yourself, looking at a French designer handbag. "A car full of these would pay off my college tuition." However, you are not that hard up for cash to risk going to jail.
You step into one of the change rooms, swinging open the stall doors with your flashlight. Before you reach the last stall, you hear a gasp. You quietly move up to the stall and slowly open the door to find huddled in the corner a beautiful redhead, tightly clutching some dresses. You shine your flashlight on the girl's face, causing her to squint as she looks up at you.
"I'm sorry," the girl says meekly. "Please don't call the cops!"
As the redhead looks at you with pleading eyes you check her out. She's wearing hip-hugger jeans and a green tank top that exposes much of her midriffs and tight enough to show off her large firm tits. You feel your cock stirring as you eye at her cleavage.
"I'm sorry, miss, but I have to call the police."
"I can't go to jail! Can't you just let me go?" The redhead's eyes start to water with tears. "I just wanted to take some of these clothes so I sell them to make money for college tuition!"