8. There’s trouble in your path

You watch the trio wander over to the makeup counters and start shopping. Your cock twitches in your pants as you think about the blonde’s perfect lips wrapping around it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her put something in her pocket. Perfect.

You walk over to the girls, approaching the blonde, head cheerleader from behind. You clap your hands on her shoulders and she yelps with surprise.

“I’m going to need you to come with me.”

“What! Why?” The brunette jumps in while your target is still in shock.

“I saw your friend put something in her pocket, you three are standing next to the lipsticks, it’s not hard to put two and two together.” You begin pulling the blonde away from her friends.

“Wait no, Amy, we’re coming with you.”

Damn.

The two girls follow you and Amy back to your office. You’re able to leave them outside, but with the window in your door you can’t try anything too bold with the possibility of them watching.

—

Amy sits at your desk looking nervous. You land hard in your office chair and smile at the girl.

“I just have a few questions for you.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

She may not have, that doesn’t concern you. “That remains to be seen. But no matter the outcome, I still have to ask some questions. What’s your full name?”

“Amy Hughes.”

“And how old are you?”

“I’m 18.”

Excellent. You get her home address and cell number, which is information you decide to file away for later. You glance up and see her friends peering in through the window, checking in on their friend.

“Alright, I’m going to go review the security tapes. You stay right here.”

You stand up and Amy looks away, petulant. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.”

–

The door shuts behind you and you look at the other two girls. They’ve busied themselves with their phones now that you’re there. They’re both brunettes with toned bodies, other cheerleaders you guess. Neither has the same rack Amy does and you know she must be the alpha bitch. Maybe you can use that to your advantage.

“Alright ladies, I have some questions for you as well.”

They look up confused. “Why?” The one on the left asks.

“Well, you were with Amy at the time of the theft so we could get you on accessory.”

“Accessory? But you said she stole lipstick?” The one on the right looks genuinely confused. Her parents must be even richer than Amy’s if she goes to Westwood.

“It means that he thinks we helped her.” The one on the left rolls her eyes. She’s clearly used to dealing with the other girl’s airheadedness.

“Exactly. So, we have options. Either you join her in my office or you tell me exactly what happened here and I let you go for helping an investigation.”