In the Security Office

Miranda currently found herself sitting on a metal bench bolted to the floor of the security office. Her ankle was handcuffed to the bench, and the seat was rather cold. The security office was larger than Miranda expected it to be. She had only been in one room so far, but she could tell there were multiple rooms. The one she currently found herself confined to was the main lobby.

The main lobby of the mall's security office was essentially a giant U shape. With the entrance to the office at the bottom of the U, a bunch of rooms on the sides, and the bench Miranda was currently sitting on was up against the wall, right at the bottom of the U, and was directly parallel to a large glass window with the main glass entrance door in the middle.

Anyone who went near the entrance to the security office would immediately be greeted by the sight of whoever was currently sitting on the metal bench, which right now just so happened to be Miranda.

The office itself looked pretty basic. The walls of the office were painted a very bland light blue color, and the floor was covered in a very basic grey carpet. There were artificial plants and the occasional leather chair lining the sides of the halls on either side of where Miranda was sitting. And there didn't seem to be many people coming in or out of the office or it's rooms.

Miranda sat there feeling quite anxious. Sierra was currently in one of the rooms getting interrogated. Miranda had no idea what kinds of questions they were asking her, which ones she was answering, which ones she was lying about, and which ones she wasn't answering at all. It made it hard to coordinate a set of responses to keep them from ending up in the program.

All of a sudden Miranda her a door open and close down the hall to her left. The security officer that took Sierra into another room to question her came back, however Sierra was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is she?!" Miranda demanded to know.

"Where is who?" asked the security officer, playing dumb. "I'm gonna need a name to know who you're talking about."

"Okay, so she hasn't told you her name yet," said Miranda a bit relieved that Sierra's not just telling the officer anything and everything.

"No she hasn't, she's being kind of difficult right now so I figured I'd try to get information out of you instead," said the officer unlocking Miranda's ankle cuff. "Follow me," he said as she stood up.

Miranda thought about running away, but she didn't want to just abandon Sierra, so she followed the officer down the hall.

"I'm not gonna talk either you know, I don't have to say anything if I don't want to," said Miranda as the officer led her into one of the rooms.

The first thing she saw was Sierra sitting still naked in one of two chairs sitting next to each other on the other side of a desk. Sierra looked at her friend with tears in her eyes, she was so scared.

"Take a seat next to your friend," said the officer, sitting down on the other side of the desk. Miranda reluctantly sat down where she was told to, she wasn't planning on telling him anything.

"So I have one of the other security guards out getting something that will get you to talk, so I'd appreciate your cooperation girls so that we don't have to resort to that," the officer told the girls.

Sierra looked fearful, she was embarrassed beyond belief. Her face was red as a tomato from having been caught streaking. She was covering her nether regions with one hand and covering her breasts with her spare arm. She felt so exposed, so embarrassed, so ashamed.

Miranda however was a different story, she refused to show she was embarrassed now. She was already caught, she won't give anyone the satisfaction of knowing she's utterly mortified right now. So no matter what, she was resolved not to show any weakness by covering herself or showing any signs of embarrassment. Besides she had a huge secret she was hiding, this utter humiliation turned her on a lot. She felt like a huge slut.

"We don't have to tell you anything if we don't want to," said Miranda defiantly. She crossed her arms, making sure she didn't cover her breasts too much. She also parted her legs a bit to make sure her pussy was exposed. Ironically despite being afraid of being called a slut for enjoying this exposure, she wasn't even aware that she looked kinda like one for acting so indignant. She just thought she was being rebellious and refusing to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing this embarrassed her.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in Amy, just put the bag down on next to me and leave, I can handle this," said the security officer in the room with the two naked girls.

The door opened and a female security guard walked in, her eyes were on the two naked girls the whole time, she was red faced. She placed one of the shopping bags she was holding on the floor next to the officer and began to leave.

"Wait, aren't you gonna give me the other one of too Amy?" asked the male officer confused where she was going.

The female guard's face went even more red. "Oh... you m-mean th-this?" she said nervously shaking, her voice unsteady.

Miranda looked at her, she didn't think her face could get more flushed.

"They're for me... umm... can the empty room across the hall, I know I'm in training, but I need to take my break now," said the female officer quietly.

"Oh... sorry... sure go ahead," said the male officer blushing. "I should've known a situation like this might get to you, you're still young after all."

"Thanks" squeaked the female officer. As she walked out of the room with her bag of "items", Miranda could hear her muttering "lucky exhibitionist teens, getting to streak through the mall, and get their bodies touched by the boss." The door clicked shut and she was finally gone.

"Now, I have some questions for you girls," said the officer. Miranda and Sierra were left still trying to process what just happened.