Brooke

Brooke was not hard to find. She'd stolen a pair of lacey white panties that morning, and a black thong. Both of which she was showing off as she was packing up to leave for the weekend. She was wearing the white panties on the bottom, and the thong over them so people could see both pairs, and how the thong made the first pair did into her cunt and ass crack.

"Brooke!" You hail her down, and she struts over towards you not so bottomless anymore.

"Hey Michael." She smiles at you. "See any crimes today?" She turns around and presses you against the lockers with her ass, and slowly rubs it up and down your thigh.

This girl is wicked.

You giggle nervously as everyone watches the display. You may have godlike powers, but you you can still get embarrassed. Even if her weird little flirt was making you hard as hell. "I'm afraid I missed your heists today."

"Pity." She stops riding your thigh and just leans back into you. "So what did you want?"

"I'm going to the mall tomorrow, and wanted to know if you'd come with. Like on a date."

She purrs, and reaches back to cup your head with her hands. "So Mr. Law and Order, has a thing for bad girls huh?" She lets out a fake moan. "You know I want to, but I'm busy."

"With what?" Bad Michael! When a girl says no, it means no! They don't have to give you an answer you entitled jerk!

"Planning my next heist. It's gonna be a big one, and I'm so wet just thinking about it."

The record in your head's turning. "So you're going to skip out on a date, so you can work on your plan to steal used underwear." You just wanted to hear her say it out loud.

"That's right. I'm sorry Michael, but if you're going to dance with the devil you're going to have to wear the shoes, or panties in this case. You'll always come second place to my true passion."

"Stealing panties."

"That's right. I hope you understand."

Perfectly. How could you not? You did this! "I'm not going to give up on you Brooke. I know there's good in you. We can make this work."

The world is suddenly drained of color, and we're in greyscale. A gritty filter submerges the world as if everything is printed on celluloid.

She spins around dramatically and holds you against the locker. "No! I was born bad Michael. This thing between us, it only ends one way." She leans forward, her masked visage drawing dangerously close to your face. "Close your eyes."

You take an excited gasp, and close them, and pucker your lips.

Sadly the kiss never comes, instead you feel something being put in your hand. When you open your eyes again The Bottomless bandit is gone. "She's good." You whisper, and look at your hand. "A used pair of panties" Then something catches your eyes, and you flip them open. "With her phone number written on the crotch, and..." You squint to read Brooke's handwriting. Sharpie and elastic are not a good combination when it comes to communicating. "Something to remember me by..." And then a pair of arrows lead to a slight stain on the inside.

You look over at a guy opening his locker, right next to you. "I can't tell if this is really, gross or really sweet."

He looked down at the soiled underwear, and seemed to have formed his opinion. "You live a weird life Michael."

You shrug and hold the panties up to your nose to sample what Brooke left for you. Not bad. You sigh and stuff them in your pocket. "The Weirdest."