He suspects her of stealing

Jordan shifted her weight forward as to not fall. She squared away onto her feet and turned to look at hulking man.

She rolled her eyes back, crossing her arms over one another, "What do you want?" Jordan turned back to the entrance. God if only she could just leave.|

"We have suspected you may have stolen some products from the this location, do you have your receipt--" if you'll follow me into my office--"

"I didn't steal anything!" Jordan gasped "Yes, I have the..." Jordan peeled open her backpack, she couldn't find her receipt anywhere.

"If not, we'll have to go to my office, so I can clear you."

Jordan rummaged harder, hoping it would just magically pop up. Nothing.

"Just lead the way."

The security lead Jordan to a corner of the store, where a doorway opened up to a short hallway. At the end of the hallway was a room marked "Security Office." Jordan kept pulling on her skirt trying to keep it staying down.

"Right in here, I'll need you to empty out your bag on the desk." The Security guard pointed to the large barren wooden desk. Jordan flung backpack around, spilling out the contents of the bag. The items she bought, the boards of cardboard and Styrofoam. Some folders for school landed on the desk as well.

"Okay I am going to have to perform a search, please raise your arms up and spread your legs."

Jordan turned around quickly blushing, "Is...is that really necessary?" Jordan looked around nervously, "Can we just move on...please?"

The security guard rolled his eyes, "No miss. Please life your arms and spread your legs."

"I...I can't."

The security guard facepalmed, "Why not?"

"I...I...I'm--"

"You're what miss" The security was clearly getting agitated

"I'm not in the correct... condition" Jordan flinched

"What the fuck do you mean?!" The security guard walked to the door, closing it shut, "Listen girl, I don't want to do this right now, but I have to, please cooperate or I can get the police and they'll do the same thing"

Jordan's face turned bright red, avoiding eye contact. She lifted her arms and spread her legs.

"Thank you," The Security Guard got to inspecting Jordan. He started with her arms, feeling into her sleeves, he slowly moved his way to her chest, he cupped her small breasts through her t-shirt. He gave a hardy squeeze, Jordan gasped, but was distracted by his journey downwards. He padded her sides, getting to the bottom of her skirt. He reached under, grazing her ass. Her groped her asscheeks, his thumb landing on her butthole. Jordan whined and started sweating.

"Oh I hate you." The security guard said stepping back, "Who goes to the store without panties and in a skirt??" Jordan blushed hard, staring down at the ground.

"I have to perform a cavity search now." The security guard scoffed, Jordans eyes widened,

"Please please don't, I'll do anything!" Jordan pleaded