Kinda, but with shenanigans

"Alright Brinks, we'll give you a hand."

She almost smiles. She beings to explain, "the mall has five exits, not counting alarmed ones, but shoplifters most frequently use the auxiliary exits, specifically because they are less trafficked. With checkpoints at the exits by Firey Subject and Moist Lock, and one upstairs at Lordstr..."

"No, Brinks, not what I had in mind. Did I see a public address phone in your office somewhere?" It's one of the items you pushed to the floor earlier to make space for fucking Laurie on the desk. You pick it up and look Brinks in the eye as you make your announcement. "Excuse me, mall people. Any young ladies in the mall with shoplifted clothing will wear it on their heads until they have stopped in at the mall security office and been processed by Captain Brinks."

She wants to be mad at you, you can see that in her eyes, and it makes some sense. She doesn't argue, though. Your solution is elegant enough.

"Are we shoplifters?" says Laurie.

You don't really know the answer. So far, others, like Sarah, have been the ones to explain your power to you. This time, Brinks has the explanation. "No, you took that jewellery according to his control, so it's fully legitimate."

"Cool," says Laurie. Then, out of nowhere, Brinks slides her panties, her only remaining clothing besides her boots and socks, down to the floor, and steps out of them. "Woah," says Laurie. Then Brinks puts her lacy panties on over her ponytail like a baseball cap without a brim.

Captain Brink is tall and fit, with the body of huge-tittied goddess, but she looks like such an idiot right now with her panties on her head and your cum still clinging to her face. "You stole your matching panty-bra set?" Laurie asks.

"No. I never stole a thing. My husband gave me these for our anniversary."

"Wow." You and Laurie have the same reaction. "Wow."

Brinks is quiet.

There's a knock on the office door, and through the window, you see some young women with strange headwear. "It's about to get busy in here I think, Brinks."

"Please, Clothing Controller, I can't be wearing these when those mall rat criminals come in." Brinks is talking about her panty helmet.

"Fine, Captain Brinks, you can take them off. You're exempt from this one since it's your husband's fault." She pulls the panties off her head, puts them in a desk drawer, and stands naked, wringing her hands awkwardly.

The girls at the door knock again, and Brinks opens it for them. "Take a seat, young delinquents," she says, and one of them groans.

"You got something on your face, lady," says the girl with a cheap plastic bracelet in her hair to Brinks.

"Haha, Captain Cumface, gross" says the other one, who has a black thong on her head with a white leather belt on around it like a hairband.

Bracelet girl is wearing a pair of lacy mid-thigh briefs and a denim mini-jacket, which covers her modest bust but showcases her toned stomach and slender waist. Thong and belt girl's long black hair is the only thing covering her little breasts, while her only legitimately-owned piece of clothing appears to be her black mini-skirt.

"Love your style," says thong and belt girl to Laurie.

Brinks leans over the desk, leering at the teenage criminals, and says, "You little trollops are lucky, you know." She waits for a reaction, or for drama, or something. "While still highly illegal and immoral, the mall merchandise you've attempted to abscond with today values no more than $147, which is well under the limit for..." you quit listening and watch her titties jiggle while she gestures for emphasis.

"You know the prices of all those items?" Laurie is a little in awe.

Whether or not Captain Cumface Brinks is working too hard, she's probably about to lecture these girls for an hour and then ban them from the mall or recommend them for community service or something. You have some better ideas.