It was late Monday night when I finally got in from seeing my friends. The sound of laughter and cheering spilt out from the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” I asked, taking in the scene of beer cans scattered across the counter.
“Mike got the job as the head of security at the mall!” Mom announced cheerfully. My stepbrother, Mike, had finally landed a respectable job.
“Not the one down the road, right?” I asked, a knot of nervousness tightening in my stomach.
Mike looked me up and down, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Yep, you got it, sis.”
Great. Ella and I frequented that mall… and not always to buy things. We’d been lucky enough to avoid getting caught so far, but now things were about to get a lot more complicated.
My stomach dropped. This was a disaster. “That’s… great, Mike,” I managed, forcing a smile that felt brittle and fake. The congratulations continued to flow, a cacophony of back-slapping and whooping that felt like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.
I excused myself, mumbling something about being tired, and retreated to my room. The walls felt like they were closing in. Ella was going to freak. We had our system down, knew the security blind spots, the staff schedules, and the best times to slip in and out unnoticed. But now, with Mike in charge, everything was about to change. He knew me. He knew Ella. He might even suspect what we were up to.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Ella’s name. My thumb hovered over the call button, hesitating. How was I going to tell her? This wasn’t exactly a “Hey, wanna grab a latte tomorrow?” kind of conversation.
Finally, I hit the button. “Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “Got a minute?”
“Always got a minute for my favourite shoplifting partner in crime,” she chirped back.
My heart sank further. “Actually, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” I took a deep breath. “Remember how Mike’s been looking for a new job?”
“Vaguely. Why?”
“He got one. Head of security at the mall.”
There was a beat of silence so thick I could almost feel it pressing against my eardrum. Then, a strangled gasp. “You’re kidding, right? You have to be kidding.”
“I wish I were,” I said, the words heavy with dread. “He announced it tonight. The whole family was celebrating. So we might have to call tomorrow off.”
“No way, Rachel. We been planning it, dont pussy out now,” Ella said in annoyed tone. “Be there tomorrow as we planned at 1 pm. Now I have to finish my boyfriend off.”
The phone went silent. At least someone is getting action.
“Everything alright Rachel?” Mike said as he made me jump out of my skin as he stood in my bedroom doorway.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I hadn’t heard him approach. “Just talking to Ella,” I mumbled, turning away from him and pretending to scroll through my phone. “Congratulations to you on the new job.”
Mike leaned against the doorframe, a smug expression on his face. “She seems happy for me.”
“Oh, yeah, ecstatic,” I said, forcing a laugh that sounded just as fake as the one I’d given earlier. “So, uh, head of security, huh? Big responsibility.”
“Someone’s gotta keep the riff-raff out,” he said, his eyes glinting. Was he looking right through me? Could he sense my guilt, my panic?
“Right,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Well, good luck with that. Long hours, I bet.”
“Gotta do what you gotta do,” he replied, pushing himself off the doorframe. “Just wanted to say goodnight. Oh, and Rachel? If you need anything from the mall, you know, employee discount, just let me know. I am sure you make it worth my while.” He winked and sauntered off down the hallway.
Ew gross, even if we weren’t blood related, still yuck.
I shuddered, a wave of disgust washing over me. Employee discount indeed. The implications of his words hung heavy in the air. He definitely suspected something, and he was definitely trying to leverage his position. This wasn’t just about ruining our fun, it was about…what? Blackmail? Had he always been this opportunistic?
Sleep was impossible. I tossed and turned, the image of Mike’s smug face burned into my eyelids.
The next morning, I woke up with a pit in my stomach. The clock read 11:30 AM—just enough time to get ready before meeting Ella at 1. I dragged myself out of bed, my mind racing.
Should I cancel?
But Ella would never let me hear the end of it. And truthfully, I didn’t want to back down. Mike might be head of security now, but that didn’t mean he was everywhere at once.
I dressed carefully—dark jeans, a loose hoodie, my hair tucked under a beanie. Nothing flashy, nothing memorable. Just another face in the crowd.
Ella was already waiting by the food court when I got there, tapping her foot impatiently. “Took you long enough,” she huffed.
“Sorry,” I muttered, scanning the area. No sign of Mike. Yet.
Ella rolled her eyes. “Relax. He’s probably in some stupid orientation meeting. Let’s go.”
We moved through the mall like we always did—casual, unhurried, blending in. Our first stop was easy: a small boutique with blind spots near the dressing rooms. Ella distracted the clerk while I slipped a few things into my bag.
No alarms. No shouts.
Maybe this would be fine after all.
But then, as we turned the corner toward our next target, I froze.
Mike.
Leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, watching us with a smirk.
My stomach dropped. Ella grabbed my wrist. “Walk. Fast.”
We turned sharply, ducking into a side hallway. Footsteps echoed behind us.
“He’s following,” I hissed.
Ella cursed under her breath. “Then we split up. Meet at the east exit in five.”
Before I could argue, she veered off, disappearing into a crowd. I kept moving, heart pounding, until I reached the exit—only to find Mike waiting there, arms crossed.
“Going somewhere, Rachel?”
I swallowed hard. “Just leaving.”
He stepped closer, blocking the door. “Not yet.”
Ella suddenly appeared behind him, shoving him hard. “Run!”
Mike stumbled, and Ella bolted past him, vanishing into the parking lot. I tried to follow, but Mike’s hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me back.
“Nice try,” he growled. “Back office. Now.”
He dragged me through the mall, past curious onlookers, into the security office. The door slammed shut behind us.
Mike crossed his arms. “So. You and Ella. Stealing.”
My mouth went dry. “It’s not—”
“Save it,” he snapped. “I saw you.” He leaned in, voice lowering. “What do you think Mom and Dad will say? Huh? ‘Our sweet Rachel, a thief?’”
Panic clawed at my throat. “Please, Mike. Don’t tell them.”
He tilted his head, studying me. “Why shouldn’t I?”
“I—I’ll do anything,” I whispered, hating how desperate I sounded.
A slow smirk spread across his face. “Anything?”
My skin crawled. “Not that,” I snapped. “But… I’ll stop. I’ll never do it again. Just… leave Ella out of this.”
Mike scoffed. “Ella’s the one who pushed me. She’s not getting off easy.”
“Please,” I begged. “She was just trying to help me. It’s my fault. Punish me.”
He stared at me for a long moment, then sighed. “Fine. But you’re done stealing. And you owe me. Now I need to search you, hands up.”
He stood behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck as he panted me up and down. Even my breasts he gave them both a tight squeeze.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you are…” he cut me off.
“Sorry sis, I am the boss here. And if you want to avoid getting arrested, you gotta play ball, or in this case, get balled by me haha.”
I felt a surge of fury so intense it threatened to overwhelm me. “You sick bastard,” I spat. “I should have known this was your plan all along.”
He chuckled, unperturbed. “Smart girl. Now, let’s get this over with. I have a mall to protect.”
I closed my eyes, trying to control my rising panic. I had to think. There had to be a way out of this. I thought of my parents, how disappointed they would be. I thought of Ella, out there somewhere, probably terrified. And I thought of Mike, this manipulative creep who was using his power to take advantage of me.
His hand went between my legs and cupped my pussy through my jeans. He started to rub my pussy through my jeans, fuck it felt good. Ever since my mom married his dad, he’s been trying to get in my knickers.
I sighed, “Fine… what do you really want, Mike, for my freedom?”
He grinned, “You know what I want. First, I need to do a strip search to make sure you’re not hiding anything.”
My breath hitched. This was it. The point of no return. I slowly raised my hands, the fluorescent lights of the office casting harsh shadows on my face. My fingers trembled as I reached for the hem of my hoodie, pulling it over my head. I tossed it onto the chair, trying to appear indifferent, though every nerve in my body was screaming.
Next came the beanie, revealing my messy hair. I could feel Mike’s eyes on me, hot and predatory. He was enjoying this, reveling in the power he held over me.
My jeans were next. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned and unzipped them, letting them slide down my legs. I kicked them away, standing before him in just my t-shirt and underwear.
The air in the room suddenly felt cold, despite the sweat prickling my skin. I refused to meet his gaze, focusing on a spot on the wall behind him, trying to detach myself from the humiliation of the moment.
Mike circled me slowly, his eyes raking over my body. He stopped behind me, his breath hot on my neck again. I could feel the heat radiating from him, a suffocating presence that filled the small office.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I hesitated, then slowly turned to face him. His eyes lingered on my breasts, then traveled down to my hips.
“Take off your shirt,” he instructed, his gaze unwavering.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with anxiety. I reached for the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Now, I stood before him in just my bra and underwear, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.
He stepped closer, invading my personal space. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my collarbone. A shiver ran down my spine.
“You know,” he said, his voice a low murmur, “you’re even more beautiful than I have imagined.”
I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to slap him. I couldn’t afford to antagonise him further. Not now.
He leaned in, his lips close to my ear. “And now for the grand finale,” he whispered. “Take off your underwear.”
My stomach churned. This was it. The final step. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I opened them, I met his gaze, trying to project an air of defiance, though my heart was pounding in my chest.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I reached down and pulled my underwear down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. Then lastly, I unclasp my bra, and it falls.
The silence that followed was deafening. I stood there, naked and vulnerable, under his intense scrutiny.
He undid his belt and took off his trousers. He gently put me on the desk and opened my legs, he started off by licking my pussy. “I will eat you out, get you all wet for my cock.”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, the sound forced and hollow, a grotesque imitation of pleasure. “That feels good Mike, keep going. So you win, you finally got in my knickers, actually you’re not bad.”
He licked down my slit and munched on me for about 10 minutes before getting on the desk. He pushed the head of his cock between my pussy lips.
He pushed between my legs, his hardness pressing against me. “Relax, sis,” he grunted, “you might actually enjoy this. Everyone does eventually.”
He thrust into me, and I felt a jolt of pain mixed with shock as he stretched me open. I bit my lip, trying not to cry out. He started to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of discomfort through me, but I refused to show him the effect he was having.
“Ah, fuck yeah,” he groaned, his pace quickening. “You’re so wet, Rachel. I knew you’d be a good lay.” I couldn’t respond, couldn’t even form words in my mind as he continued to pound into me.
The desk creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with our heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin. He reached down and grasped my hips, pulling me harder against him.
“Ahhh Mike… ahhh yes,” I moaned as I squeezed my tits together as his cock fired in and out hard in my cunt.
Mike’s pace grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m gonna cum, Rachel,” he panted, his voice strained. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard.”
“Ahh harder, dont cum yet… are you not man enough to last longer,” I said moaning, “AND dont you dare cum inside my pussy.”
Mike grunted, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he chased his climax. “Dont worry, I will pull out in time,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck me… fuck my pussy,” I moaned and begged for it.
Mike’s body tensed, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. “Ah fuck, Rachel, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarled, my own climax building, my pussy clenching around him.
“Pull out, Mike. Now.” He hesitated for a moment, his cock throbbing inside me, before slowly withdrawing. A trickle of his cum leaked out, and I felt a surge of disgust.
He pulled out aiming at my stomach and tits as he jerked his cock really hard.
A jet of his cum splattered across my chest, some of it landing on my nipples, making them pucker. He stroked himself a few more times, shooting more ropes of semen onto my breasts and stomach.
I stood there, covered in Mike’s cum, feeling utterly humiliated and used. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a smug grin. “There, that’s better,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants.
“That felt good, give me some tissue,” I said as he passed me some for me to clean my boobs and belly.
I took the tissue and wiped myself off, feeling a sense of revulsion at the sticky mess Mike’s cum had left behind. I got dressed, “We are even now.”
He smiled, “Yes, we are even. You can go.”
I walked out of the office, my head held high, trying to ignore the sticky feeling of Mike’s cum on my skin. As I emerged into the bustling mall, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was free, at least for now.