Thread: A thief learns a lesson (CandiedCreativity & Adam)

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. 0156 PM. She should be here any minute now. Indeed, today would be a good day. - - - - - - - - - - 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.