by John Brooke
I was the
house dick in the last of the old fashioned
Bigtown department stores. It was the day after
Christmas, always was our biggest shopping day. I
spotted her in the crowd.
aroused my suspicions. She was too perfectly
coifed, too immaculately fashionable. A
shoplifter. Caught my eye, lead me on,
played pique-a-boo with my libido. Seemingly
handling the merch like any typical
shopper. I followed her down the escalator.
Closed the gap between us.
the shoe department then booted it to the up
escalator. I was behind, looking up her skirt.
She was not a she. She was a he impostor hiding
in Victorias Secrets.
I was stunned.
Get him quietly out of the store without any fuss.
That was my job.
reached street level, I leaned forward and
whispered in his ear. He blushed beet red,
removed his coat loaded with boosted merchandise.
He thrust it in my arms as I escorted him to
the in-store Cop Shop near the exit.
ya. Show a litter respect, wear panties
when you go shop lifting, eh buster.