Lil' Miss Mischief
Avery Sam
Lil’ Miss Mischief
by Avery Sam
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
The Challenge
Apogee
The Uniform
Perfect Target
I Promise to Be Good
Code Three
Quiet Stall
1000% Sure
Moaning and Groaning
Going Up
You a Beautiful Lady
Smoke Break
Stewardess
Tickled Pink
Hunger
Strokes
Prince Ahmed
Turbulence
Huachacho
Tyrant
Sent Packing
Cell
$10 Million
Monkey Assassins
Pranked
A Long Way From Home
White Gloves
The Dress
Independence
The '79
Dubai or Dallas
Miracles With Food
Lil' Miss Mischief
Popular Tourist
One Piece
Ocho o'Clock
Fatima
Salty Kiss
Outfit
Djamila
Swipe
Bare Skin
3 Wishes
No Lasting Damage
Pretty Incredible
Raptures
Way Too Fast
Second Story
From Behind a Bush
Queen of Dubai
Conky
Both Wishes
Camouflage
For Freedom
Rainbow Farms
Upper Deck
Poseidon's Trident
A Tight Squeeze
Something Spicy
Harbor
Big Storm
Fork
Switch Places
About to Blow
Split
Ball of Fire
A Thief, a Bum, and a Slut
Confounding
If You Love Me
Your Chariot Awaits
Escort
Two Lovers Finally Reunite
Darkest Before Dawn
I'm a Lesbian
Some Kind of Purebred
A Golden Cage
Rosa
Lump
Last Night of Freedom
Just Turn Around
Deliver the Message
Mario and Frank
Daddy, Wake Up!
A Golden Opportunity
A Heavy Burden to Bear
Dangerous Seas
Into the Future
Don Lily
Honored to Rule
Crazy Man
Alpha Males
Love Slave
The Penthouse Suite
My Aching Muscles
Magic Fingers
Intense
Drained
A Comforting Fantasy
An Empire to Run
The Challenge
When people find out that I've been a shoplifter, they're always confused. Why would a girl from a wealthy family ever need to steal anything? After all, I always have my Daddy's credit card, don't I?
Well, that's true. But what they'll never understand is just how thrilling it can be to steal stuff, especially from the fancier stores. There's just something really special about paying them back for overpricing their goods in the first place just because some people were born lucky and can afford it. It's a form of natural justice if you want to think about it that way.
But the truth is that shoplifting is also a sexual thrill for me. Not even my psychologist can really explain why it just gets my pussy so wet whenever I nonchalantly stroll past a security guard with stolen items crammed into my tiny little handbag. All I know is that it started when I was around 12 or 13, and it's been that way ever since.
I can't quite remember the very first time that I ever stole something, but I remember picking up some lovely earrings from a shop at the mall when I was in junior high school, slipping them into the tiny pockets of my jeans, my heart racing a mile a minute. I also remember trying them on in front of the mirror at home, getting so hot and bothered that I ended up touching myself. And yet I have no memory of ever wearing them anywhere. I just liked the fact that they were mine and nobody could ever tell me how to dress.
My shoplifting skills really took off in high school. My mother, as usual, would purchase some rather ugly clothes for me every September, but it wouldn't be long before I was wearing the coolest brands in school. Everyone just assumed that my parents bought my clothes, but the truth was that I had to steal nearly all of it, especially the overpriced trendy stuff that was the fad at that time.
By the time I graduated high school, I had the art of shoplifting down to a science. Whether it was a cute little diamond tennis bracelet or a bulky item like a box of chocolates, I rarely actually paid for anything, preferring the challenge of figuring out how to shoplift the items without getting caught. Over time, I mastered all of the techniques, including how to distract floor personnel and how to disable security tags. And yet I only wore or used a fraction of the stuff, preferring to give it away to my friends in exchange for their loyalty and friendship.
After a while, though, it all just became too easy. I realized, more than a few times, that I was on the verge of becoming a professional thief. I suppose I could've gone to work for the mafia or a crime family or something, but that wasn't who I was. I had no interest in making money from shoplifting or going about it in some kind of organized way. It was just my way that I preferred to steal something when the mood struck me.
I tried to keep it interesting by setting myself up for more challenging thefts, including swiping expensive make-up products right in front of the counter girl's eyes, but that just didn't thrill me as much as I had hoped it would. In fact, the longer that I went without getting caught, the more that shoplifting started to become boring for me. I realized that, in some kind of way, I actually wanted to get caught, at least to see how it was.
But, as I said, I am from a wealthy and prominent family, so I knew that getting arrested for anything, including shoplifting, would bring down their wrath on me. And while I had no intention of going to some boring job for the rest of my life, I did need to keep my options open, and that meant keeping my record clean. So I was stuck. I wanted to get caught, and yet at the same time, I couldn't afford to get caught.
That's when I started to come up with my master plan. I would go into some store or boutique at the mall and steal something, but something that wasn't too valuable, and I would let the security guard catch me. The challenge would then be to talk my way out of getting into trouble. At least, something that got my pulse racing again because just the thought of my Daddy having to come bail me out of jail made me nervous.
I'd just have to do some research to make sure I would only steal enough stuff for it to be a misdemeanor. That way, I could still escape with minimal risk even if I did get caught and couldn't talk my way out of it. Yet whether it was an item worth a dollar or ten thousand dollars, something about the idea of getting caught and then having to get myself out of trouble got my blood flowing in a way that it hadn't since I was shoplifting earrings back in junior high school.
As part of my research, I visited several malls and just looked around, not stealing anything this time, only scouting out the security guards. Just about all of them were male, and most of them were older, in their 40s or 50s. A lot of them had pot bellies and walked slowly, which meant that it would be a challenge to get them to actually catch me in the act of stealing. But I figured I could use my girlish charm on them to talk my way out of trouble.
After all that research and preparation and sleepless nights going over my plan, I finally went out and did it. I visited the Highgate Mall where a lingerie boutique named Belinda's was having a sale on panties. I picked up a lovely pair in red lace and then I clumsily stuffed them into my purse right while the guard was watching from the other side of the store.
When he marched over to me and told me to freeze, my heart was racing, and I found myself getting quite sexually excited for some reason. Just as I had hoped, the guard clamped one meaty hand on my arm and marched me into a back office. But just when I was ready to start pleading my case, he just took one long look at me and said I was too pretty to arrest and so let me go.
Of course, I was grateful that I had managed to shoplift something, get caught, and then escape any consequences, but I was more than a little disappointed that it had all been so easy. What I wanted was a challenge. And so, for the next week, I redoubled my efforts to surveil and analyze the movements and actions of the security guards at all the local malls until, at long last, I discovered a way to make the whole process more challenging and, thus, more exciting.
I played with myself for quite a while the night before I executed my plan, so excited with anticipation that I could barely get to sleep. But, as it all turned out, it went even better than I could have ever expected.
Apogee
When devising the ultimate shoplifting challenge, I realized that stealing just a few cheap items and then letting myself get caught wasn't going to work. The security guards at the stores in the mall were mostly middle-aged men, and they'd take one look at me and just let me off with a warning.
The only way that this was going to work was if I stole something that was quite valuable. That way, the security guard would be forced to act, even if I was a cute young girl. Stealing a felony amount of items would be highly risky, but that was the challenge, to see if I could talk my way out of trouble, even if I had stolen thousands of dollars' worth of merchandise.
By stealing something expensive, the guard would be forced to act. The trick then would be to find the right balance of an innocent young girl not wanting to get in trouble and letting the guard lecture me about what a bad person I was. Some people take shoplifting quite personally, so I knew that I had to walk the line carefully between an unrepentant thief and a little girl who just needed a scolding.
It took me a long time to figure out what to wear for my first felony challenge. Should I wear something boring and conservative like a long dress so that the security guard would think I was a nobody? Or should I wear something a little sexy and try to charm them that way? The more I thought about it, the more that I realized that sexy would probably work best to my advantage. Perhaps I'd even need to flirt my way out of trouble, and something about that really got my motor revving.
As such, I decided to go for a real high school look in tribute to my rockstar, younger self who first set me down this path when she used to shoplift earrings in junior high school. I paired thigh-high socks with a short, plaid skirt, and above that wearing nothing but a skimpy little halter top that showed off plenty of skin. Glancing in the mirror, I saw that I looked like a little teeny bopper, and that was perfect. To complete the look, I even brushed back my hair and tied it into two pigtails before topping it off with a sparkly headband.
Feeling like a naughty little school girl, I headed to the Cherry Blossom Plaza where they had one of my favorite stores. Called Apogee, it specialized in teen and young adult clothes for girls, and so there would probably be lots of other shoppers in there who looked about the same age as me. In some ways, my little girl outfit was a kind of camouflage, I suppose.
But the moment I stepped into Apogee, my little skirt swishing about my hips, I saw the security guard's eyes lock onto me. Even before I got a chance to implement my shoplifting plan, he was following me everywhere I went in the store, which sent a little thrill running up and down my spine. By my calculations, the guard looked to be in his 40s with brown hair, and he had a bit of facial hair in the form of a short beard. Although he was far too old for me, I actually thought he was kinda cute.
Everywhere I went in Apogee, and every time I bent over to examine something, I could feel the guard's eyes watching me. I knew that the moment I stuffed something into my purse, he was going to be on me like a hawk, and then, the challenge would be on. The real question was what I could steal in Apogee that would rise to a felony amount because the last thing I wanted was another quick lecture and then the security guard letting me go too easily.
Putting a smile on my face, I finally realized that there were quite a lot of expensive earrings on a display near the cash register. Stealing about ten pairs of earrings ought to put me well north of the monetary amount to make it a felony, and then I'd really be in hot water with the guard. The trick would be getting them into my purse without anyone else BUT the security guard seeing.
Providentially, I got my chance a few minutes later when the young lady working the cash register got called over to the other side of the store by her colleague. Quick as lightning, I stepped up to the register and scooped two handfuls of earrings off of the display, slipping them into the big purse that I had brought along, especially for the occasion.
After I had dumped nearly every pair into my bag, I then tried to act discreetly and continue browsing through the store, but, just as I had hoped, the security guard came marching up to me and grabbed me by the arm.
"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me," said the security guard.
"My word, whatever is the matter?" I said, an innocent look on my face.
"We'll talk about it in my office," said the security guard, leaving me little choice but to follow along with him as he fished out a key and opened an unmarked door a few feet away from the cash register.
At last, my challenge had begun! But what happened next was something that I never expected.
The Uniform
With a loud thunk, the metal door behind me closed, leaving me locked inside the chilly confines of the security office.
Most of the space was dominated by a desk, piled high with binders and papers. There were also a handful of chairs, a series of metal shelves also filled with papers, and several large boxes stacked on the floor. Off to one side was another chair that sat facing four different computer screens, each showing black and white video footage of what I assumed was the inside of the store.
"Take a seat," said the security guard, picking up a large stack of papers from one chair and then stacking them on top of one of the boxes.
Taking a seat in the chair, I primly crossed my legs as I began to shiver in my skimpy schoolgirl outfit, worried that my nipples must now be half-poking out of my top. But the security guard, a man I estimated to be in his late 30s or early 40s, seemed perfectly at ease in his long-sleeved shirt and pants.
I watched as the security guard fished around in his shirt pocket for a minute before retrieving the earrings that I had shoplifted, dumping them into a plastic basket on his desk that was overflowing with an assortment of other items.
"Please, mister. I was going to pay for them, I swear," I said.
"Quiet!" muttered the security guard, turning his attention to the computer on his desk. "I need to look up the SKU code."
"Okay," I said in a quiet voice, watching as he used one finger to slowly type on the computer keyboard for several long moments.
"A-ha!" said the security guard at last. "Since these retail at forty apiece, and you took six pairs, the computer says you're way past the felony limit."
"Felony?" I said, flashing him my best innocent girl smile. "What's that?"
"It means you're in big trouble, missy," said the security guard, turning to look at me as he flashed a toothy grin in my direction.
"Please, sir! I didn't mean to do it. I just can't get in trouble or my Daddy will kill me!" I said.
"Save your tears for the judge, girly," said the security guard. "Since you stole a felony amount of merchandise, I've got no choice but to call the cops."
"Please, sir! It's all just been a misunderstanding. I just came in today to buy a pair of earrings for my grandmother. She's having her ninetieth birthday party tomorrow," I said.
"Oh, your grandma, eh? Well, your grandma sure has expensive taste in earrings, chica. And I really doubt she needs six pairs," said the security guard with a chuckle.
"Please! I promise I'll never do it again. I just can't get arrested today. I can't! It'll break my grandmother's heart," I said.
"Well, you should've thought about that before snatching all those earrings and stuffing them into your purse," said the security guard with a grin.
"Sir, please! I promise. I've learned my lesson. I'll never, ever do it again, cross my heart and hope to die," I said.
"Listen, Missy, you can bat your eyes at me all you want to," said the security guard. "But store policy is store policy, do you feel me? If I don't call this in, then my boss is gonna be on my ass about it."
"But does your boss have to know? He's not here, is he? I'm sure he'd understand if he were here," I countered.
"Well, he will know because the clerk out there already filed an incident report, and everyone saw me bring you back here," said the security guard. "I mean, you seem like a nice young lady, but my job is on the line here."
"Maybe you could... count the earrings again?" I said. "Maybe if it's not a felony amount, then all of this could disappear."
"Nah," said the security guard. "The earrings are right there. I can't be going around falsifying paperwork and everything else just because you've got a cute face."
"Oh, you think I have a cute face?" I said, giving him my sauciest smile.
"Well..." said the security guard, his face turning a crimson red as he darted his eyes away from my gaze.
"That's all right. I think you're kinda cute, too. Especially in that uniform," I said.
"Oh, you like the uniform?" said the security guard. "It's nothing. I'm just a rent-a-cop, you know."
"No, don't say that," I said. "You're doing a good job here. And I still think that uniform looks good on you. It just... suits you, somehow."
"Well, I always did want to get into law enforcement," said the security guard.
"Oh, you totally should! Protecting and serving is one of the noblest things any man can do," I said.
"Wow, I agree," said the security guard, a beaming smile on his face. "Unfortunately, I got a bit of a bad back, so I doubt I could ever pass the physical."
"Hmm, I didn't even notice. In fact, I was thinking to myself that I really like how broad your shoulders are," I said.
"Wow, I have to say, you're the nicest thief I've ever caught," said the security guard, and we both broke out into laughter.
"Why, thank you," I said with a grin.
"But that still doesn't change the fact that I have to call the police," said the security guard.
"No, come on," I said. "There's got to be some way I can convince you to change your mind."
"Sorry, but it's my job on the line," said the security guard before reaching over and picking up the handset of his desk phone.
Realizing that I would be out of options if he managed to successfully call the police, I jumped to my feet and leaned over the desk, taking the guard's hand in my own and carefully returning the handset to its cradle.
"Give me one more chance to change your mind," I said in a low voice as I made my way around the desk and over to the security guard, opening my legs to straddle him as I sat on his lap, placing one of my fingers over his lips as he tried to speak.
And, indeed, for the next several minutes, absolutely no talking occurred.
Perfect Target
To this day, I'm not quite sure what led me to do what I did on that day when I got caught stealing earrings. Mostly, I think it was an act of self-preservation after all of my attempts to persuade the security guard not to call the police had failed. But I think that, deep down, there was also a part of me that just wanted to see what it would feel like.
Facing the security guard while straddled across his lap, I reached forward and gave him a long, passionate kiss. For several long moments, he sat there as if paralyzed, but then I started to feel his mouth respond. I ground my body against his lap, rubbing my crotch furiously against his until I heard him groan, a smile spreading across my face as I felt his erection stiffen beneath me.
"How long has it been?" I leaned forward and purred into the security guard's ear.
"Too long," he said, his voice faint and out of breath despite the fact that he was just sitting there in his chair, and I was doing all the work.
"Too long is right," I said, gracefully hopping off his lap and to my feet.
After motioning to the security guard to remain quiet, I reached forward and fumbled with the button of his pants for a moment before I got it unsnapped and then slid open the zipper, revealing a tentpole of excitement just begging to be set free. The guard remained completely motionless as I yanked down his underpants and set his bulging cock free, its blind eye winking as it bobbed in the air before me.
Despite my instructions to remain silent, the guard let out a loud groan of pleasure after I leaned forward and took the whole of his shaft right into my warm, wet mouth, my agile tongue working its swirling magic with practiced ease.
Once everything was nicely and truly well-lubricated, I then began to use my other hand to work in harmony with my mouth, twisting and stroking in perfect synchronicity as I plunged the head and shaft of the guard's cock in and out.
It wasn't long before my fingers felt that first tremors begin to run through the straining shaft of the guard's penis, the large vein on one side bulging with extra blood as his orgasm neared. Indeed, as I watched, the guard's testicles slowly began to shrink and harden as the torpedoes were locked and loaded.
"Gah McGee!" said the security guard, giving me enough warning to pull back at the right moment to see a rather impressive geyser of cum splatter into the air, several meaty wet drops landing on some of the paperwork on the desk.
Rising to my feet, I then bent over and planted a long, tender kiss on the guard's lips, his body falling limp beneath my touch until he was splayed out in his chair, his underwear around his ankles, and his slowly deflating cock leaning over to one side, a single glistening pearl dropping from its sagging eye.
"So, are we all good?" I said, straightening my skirt.
"Yeah..." said the guard, his eyes half-closed, not noticing as I slipped the earrings back into my bag.
"Good, then let me out of here," I said, and I waited with my arms across my chest in the frigid air until the security guard finally leaned forward and pressed a button underneath his desk, the door on the far side opening with a metal snick.
As quick as a flash, I made my way out of the security office and into the wonderful warmth and lights of the store, and from there, I made a beeline for the mall exit and then out of the building.
As I walked, a huge grin spread across my face as I congratulated myself for having a real adventure, something that I would never, ever forget. I almost couldn't believe that I could do such a crazy thing, and yet I was kind of proud of myself for having done it. And why not? It was actually kind of a thrill to have so much power over a man.
And why not? Money was money, but if you had power, you didn't need money. All you needed was to take what was yours, and they would give it to you. Awesome! What a wonderful and fair system, actually. Men were foolish creatures, and one way or another, they were going to give me what I deserve. And what I deserve is a taste of the good life.
In fact, the more that I reflected back on what had happened in that security office, the more excited I became. Something about that encounter had turned on all my jets, and now there was an insistent heat in my belly and between my legs. And once that fire was lit, it was impossible to put out.
But what could I do? I couldn't go back to that same store. The security guard had practically been in a coma when I left. But who else was around that could satisfy my need for satisfaction?
Standing there near the entrance of the mall, I watched for several long moments as people ambled their way in or out, most in small groups but some individuals as well, scanning to see if any of them might be the relief that I was looking for.
With my little schoolgirl outfit, I certainly got plenty of looks, including a rather lusty one from a teenage girl with black makeup ringed around her eyes, but none of them had the intensity or energy that I so desperately needed, my clit quivering like a church bell as it thrummed between my legs.
I was just about to give up and dash to the restroom when, at long last, the perfect target came into sight.