Dear readers: I plan on putting my next selection of stories into another ebook which I will be selling for 99c on Smashwords. Because of this, each story will be available for one day ONLY in full. After that you'll have to buy the book to read it. My first book will always be free.

_____________________________ My favourite jobs are always the ones when the client doesn’t know about the deal – it makes the whole thing so much hotter and sexier, and more of a challenge.

I got a phone call one day from a man who wanted to book me for his mate Rick, who was a security guard in a well-known clothing store.

“Let me run a freaky idea past you,” he said. “I want you to steal something from the store, walk past him out of the door with it in your bag and make the alarms go off. Then run away a bit pathetically – wear really high heels or something, and let Rick catch you.”

I was intrigued. “Go on.”

“He’ll take you back to his office, but you then offer him sex so he doesn’t call the police on you.”

“And will he go for it? I don’t want to end up arrested.”

“Well, if you’re sexy enough he will. If he doesn’t for any reason, then you’ll have to tell him what the deal is and get him to call me.”

It seemed fool-proof so I took on the job. I met the mate, Danny, outside the shop. We went inside and he pointed Rick out to me as we hid behind some racks. Rick was big, not fat, but huge; tall and muscular. He loomed by the door in his peaked cap scowling at the customers. My pussy twitched at the delicious thought of him punishing me.

“OK, I’m ready,” I said. Danny nodded in acknowledgement.

“Oh, and by the way,” he said, looking at me appreciatively, “”He’ll definitely go for it.”

I smiled and stepped out from behind the rack. I browsed the shop for a while, picking up a few items as if I were a real shopper. I glanced at Rick a couple of times and clocked him looking me up and down. I picked up a few skimpy items and held them up against me, twirling in the mirror to see how I looked. They actually had some decent stuff in here; I made a mental note of the shop – I might come back.

After a few minutes I decided it was time. I picked up a purple beaded top and wandered off with it in my hand, as if I was going to buy it, but wanted to look at something else first. Once Rick couldn’t see me, I slid the top off the hanger and, heart pounding, slipped it into my bag. I glanced around to make sure no one else had seen me – I couldn’t afford to get properly caught. I’m generally pretty well-behaved, I hadn’t stolen anything since I pinched a Kit-Kat from a shop when I was nine and hid it in my knickers. Even though I knew it was a set-up I felt guilty as hell as I walked nervously past Rick, knowing that those alarms were going to blare out. Could he see it on my face? I didn’t look at him as I went past and my stomach churned as I approached the security barriers. I stepped through them and leapt into a run, holding out my arm in readiness to crash the doors open. The alarms obediently began whooping and Rick bounded into action behind me.

“Stop!” he yelled. Of course I didn’t stop, pattering away as fast as I could on my four-inch heels, which wasn't very fast. I giggled and squealed as he quickly caught up with me and grabbed my arm, spinning me round. He wasn’t even out of breath – I could smell his man-smell as he pulled me close and stared unapologetically down my low-cut top. I didn’t try to pull away from him, in fact I moved in closer, letting our bodies just touch. I met his eye and caught my lower lip in my teeth coquettishly. He growled and yanked at my arm painfully. “Come on,” he said, pulling me back to the shop.

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