Not at all.

“Sure,” Richter replies, waving for her to get out of there as he enjoyed the afterglow.

Ebony dressed swiftly, shoving her previous clothes in her purse, and stalked out of the store, proud of her ingenuity and success, right up until mall security grabbed her. Her protests and questions got her nowhere with the quartet of impressively muscled white guys. When she tried to drag her feet, two of them casually lifted her off her feet, one at each arm and carried her the rest of the way down to the security office, which was segregated from the rest of the mall by soundproof walls and a number of “Keep Out” signs. With her skirt so short and no panties, she didn’t have much choice but to flash her bald cunt at most of the passersby.

“Miss, you’re in a lot of trouble. This mall takes a dim view of theft,” one of the interchangeable musclebound brutes grunted at her.

“I didn’t steal it, it was a gift—“ Ebony began indignantly, shaking off their hands and drawing an impressive breath to really bitch them out, then the door opened.

Richter was there, smugly stating that yes, she had in fact stolen those clothes from the store he worked at and he merrily pointed out that she’d also exposed herself to most of the mall as well and the mall doesn’t like that either.

Ebony cursed loudly. “What do you want?” she asked the smug store-clerk.

“Me? I just want my employers property back,” he replied innocently, ripping the bra from her chest and unzipping the skirt before ripping it away from her now naked body. “Now, what they’ll want not to report your ass?” he shrugged, waving a hand at the now eager guards, “that’s a different question. And what they’ll need to give me for me to keep quiet? That’s a different question as well. Though it has the same answer,” he said with a treacherous leer at the now smirking guards.

“Fine,” Ebony said bitterly, “let’s get this over with, you pathetic cracker, little-dicked shrimp-fucking, mother-lovers.”