11-02-2023, 10:41 PM
"Sorry, Ma'am. It seems my assistant is busy at the moment, but uh, Bobby here, will help us."
Robbie looked around awkwardly as he held the camera.
"Bobby will record the entire thing, starting now. It's standard procedure to make sure we have proof that everything was explained to you."
"Fine. Just make it quick."
Both Paul and Mom glanced at the motionless Robbie.
Paul glared at Robbie. "AHEM! Bobby!"
"Uh... my name's Robbie."
"What? Just pay attention, Bobby!"
"Um... Okay." Robbie looked at Paul like a deer in headlights.
Paul pointed at him. "The camera. Record."
"Oh sorry, Sir!" Robbie clumsily fiddled with buttons on the camcorder, then pointed it at Paul.
"Not me, Bobby! Record her." Paul shook his head. "Kids these days."
"Sorry," Robbie weakly mumbled.
"As I was saying..." Paul explained the store's procedure to Mom, "As the security camera cuts out, there is no proof that you did or did not steal the vibrator, so the next step is to perform a search for stolen contraband. If I don't find anything else, you are free to go."
Whenever Paul wasn't looking, Mom discreetly rubbed her chest. I knew this meant that her milk was flowing and her breasts were starting to get engorged. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw her nipples getting harder. Puzzled, she asked, "A search? This better be quick."
"Yeah, you know, check your purse, wave a wand, you know the deal. You can deny the search, but in that case the security officer will get involved, and they are a lot less friendly than I am."
"No, no need for the cops to waste my time. Just make it quick, I have a hungry baby--"
"Yeah, you said that. Anyways, sign this." He threw a paper in front of Mom, "It just says that you will willingly submit to the search, and that you understand that I will record it."
"Record everything?"
"Yes, as I said before, we record it for evidence and for quality reviews, as well as for training new employees. Your name and face will be blurred. It's completely confidential... and mandatory."
"Ugh, fine. Let's just get it over with," Mom quickly signed the papers, without reading them.
"Good. Let's start." Paul raised his voice for the camera. "We have here a female, named Julie Cuckson, who was found with unpaid merchandise while trying to leave the store. The rest of the details are in my report. We will begin a search to see if other merchandise is being shoplifted. The suspect has agreed to the search, right Julie?"
Mom glared at the camera, "Sure."
"Ma'am, your purse, please."
"Here." Mom threw her bag at Paul.
While holding the purse out for the camera, Paul announced, "I will now search the purse."
He unzipped it and dumped everything on the table, then searched the empty bag before rummaging through the items he'd dumped out. Robbie got a close-up of Mom's stuff, while Paul searched through them. Mom had her arms crossed and looked furious. When Paul didn't find anything, he roughly stuffed everything back into the purse.
"No items of interest were found in the purse," Paul said to the camera, as he set it aside. He took out a handheld metal detector wand. "Now, I will scan the suspect. Ma'am, please stand. Arms out."
Mom let out an exaggerated sigh as she stood up. She had a pinched expression as Paul walked over to her.
"Robbie, stand over there, get a good shot." Paul showed the camera the wand. "I will now proceed to the next step of the procedure."
Mom stood with her arms out, fidgeting impatiently as she waited for Paul to hurry up. Her tits lifted, dropped, and bounced with each annoyed breath she took. Her chest thrust out with her pose. Her tits were pushing her blouse and bra to their limits, as the outline of her areolas and erect nipples were on display.
My cock was straining my pants, as I wondered why she didn't wear a more padded bra to go shopping.
Paul took the wand and brushed it over both of Mom's arms. He then ran it down her sides, all the way down the sides of her legs. I noticed that he was firmly pressing the metal detector against Mom, so hard it was wrinkling her clothes. I'd never seen someone use that much force to scan someone.
Paul explained when he saw Mom flinching, "I have to really push it. I think it's low on batteries. Please turn around, Ma'am."
Without warning, Paul started running the wand over her chest! He was pressing hard into her tits, making them wobble and smoosh around in her bra.
"What are you doing!?" Mom pushed the wand away, but Paul jammed it back over her tits. "Ow. That hurts!"
"Please don't obstruct the inspection, Ma'am. Like I said, I really need to push into it, to get the wand to work."
"I'm lactating and swollen; that's really painful." Mom's eyes were wide open as Paul towered over her.
"I'm just trying to hurry up. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes, but, could you please be more gentle?"
"Nope." He continued to rub the wand all over her tits. Her blouse was so thin and stretched out by her boobs, that I could see her bra straps underneath. Paul ran the wand over the outline of her straps. He was pressing hard enough that he slid them nearly off her shoulders! Paul then ran the wand over each of her hard nipples, and then down under her breasts.
BEEP!
"Huh. The device detected something, here," he said, jiggling the wand under Mom's tits, causing them to shake.
"That's obviously the clips in my bra," Mom blurted out.
"Ma'am, it could be anything. Now please, remain silent. The more you interrupt, the longer this will take."
Meanwhile, Robbie was still recording.
Robbie looked around awkwardly as he held the camera.
"Bobby will record the entire thing, starting now. It's standard procedure to make sure we have proof that everything was explained to you."
"Fine. Just make it quick."
Both Paul and Mom glanced at the motionless Robbie.
Paul glared at Robbie. "AHEM! Bobby!"
"Uh... my name's Robbie."
"What? Just pay attention, Bobby!"
"Um... Okay." Robbie looked at Paul like a deer in headlights.
Paul pointed at him. "The camera. Record."
"Oh sorry, Sir!" Robbie clumsily fiddled with buttons on the camcorder, then pointed it at Paul.
"Not me, Bobby! Record her." Paul shook his head. "Kids these days."
"Sorry," Robbie weakly mumbled.
"As I was saying..." Paul explained the store's procedure to Mom, "As the security camera cuts out, there is no proof that you did or did not steal the vibrator, so the next step is to perform a search for stolen contraband. If I don't find anything else, you are free to go."
Whenever Paul wasn't looking, Mom discreetly rubbed her chest. I knew this meant that her milk was flowing and her breasts were starting to get engorged. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw her nipples getting harder. Puzzled, she asked, "A search? This better be quick."
"Yeah, you know, check your purse, wave a wand, you know the deal. You can deny the search, but in that case the security officer will get involved, and they are a lot less friendly than I am."
"No, no need for the cops to waste my time. Just make it quick, I have a hungry baby--"
"Yeah, you said that. Anyways, sign this." He threw a paper in front of Mom, "It just says that you will willingly submit to the search, and that you understand that I will record it."
"Record everything?"
"Yes, as I said before, we record it for evidence and for quality reviews, as well as for training new employees. Your name and face will be blurred. It's completely confidential... and mandatory."
"Ugh, fine. Let's just get it over with," Mom quickly signed the papers, without reading them.
"Good. Let's start." Paul raised his voice for the camera. "We have here a female, named Julie Cuckson, who was found with unpaid merchandise while trying to leave the store. The rest of the details are in my report. We will begin a search to see if other merchandise is being shoplifted. The suspect has agreed to the search, right Julie?"
Mom glared at the camera, "Sure."
"Ma'am, your purse, please."
"Here." Mom threw her bag at Paul.
While holding the purse out for the camera, Paul announced, "I will now search the purse."
He unzipped it and dumped everything on the table, then searched the empty bag before rummaging through the items he'd dumped out. Robbie got a close-up of Mom's stuff, while Paul searched through them. Mom had her arms crossed and looked furious. When Paul didn't find anything, he roughly stuffed everything back into the purse.
"No items of interest were found in the purse," Paul said to the camera, as he set it aside. He took out a handheld metal detector wand. "Now, I will scan the suspect. Ma'am, please stand. Arms out."
Mom let out an exaggerated sigh as she stood up. She had a pinched expression as Paul walked over to her.
"Robbie, stand over there, get a good shot." Paul showed the camera the wand. "I will now proceed to the next step of the procedure."
Mom stood with her arms out, fidgeting impatiently as she waited for Paul to hurry up. Her tits lifted, dropped, and bounced with each annoyed breath she took. Her chest thrust out with her pose. Her tits were pushing her blouse and bra to their limits, as the outline of her areolas and erect nipples were on display.
My cock was straining my pants, as I wondered why she didn't wear a more padded bra to go shopping.
Paul took the wand and brushed it over both of Mom's arms. He then ran it down her sides, all the way down the sides of her legs. I noticed that he was firmly pressing the metal detector against Mom, so hard it was wrinkling her clothes. I'd never seen someone use that much force to scan someone.
Paul explained when he saw Mom flinching, "I have to really push it. I think it's low on batteries. Please turn around, Ma'am."
Without warning, Paul started running the wand over her chest! He was pressing hard into her tits, making them wobble and smoosh around in her bra.
"What are you doing!?" Mom pushed the wand away, but Paul jammed it back over her tits. "Ow. That hurts!"
"Please don't obstruct the inspection, Ma'am. Like I said, I really need to push into it, to get the wand to work."
"I'm lactating and swollen; that's really painful." Mom's eyes were wide open as Paul towered over her.
"I'm just trying to hurry up. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes, but, could you please be more gentle?"
"Nope." He continued to rub the wand all over her tits. Her blouse was so thin and stretched out by her boobs, that I could see her bra straps underneath. Paul ran the wand over the outline of her straps. He was pressing hard enough that he slid them nearly off her shoulders! Paul then ran the wand over each of her hard nipples, and then down under her breasts.
BEEP!
"Huh. The device detected something, here," he said, jiggling the wand under Mom's tits, causing them to shake.
"That's obviously the clips in my bra," Mom blurted out.
"Ma'am, it could be anything. Now please, remain silent. The more you interrupt, the longer this will take."
Meanwhile, Robbie was still recording.
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