1. The Shoplifter Chapter Two


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    calls look down and think I could watch my tummy grow with his big black baby. MALLMART REVISITED A little more than two months had gone past since the events at Mallmart and my terror had grown to the point I absolutely had to do something, anything. My desperation was boundless. I spent hours trying to think of someone, anyone, I could talk with. I desperately needed help. Over and over I thought about every conceivable possibility, but absolutely, the only person I could come up with was the most terrifying person in the world, the senior security guard at Mallmart. There was no one else. He was the only possibility. I worried all the next weekend, so much so that I got sick time after time. I meticulously went through family, friends, teachers, councilors—every possibility, but think about it; who in the world could I lay this on except the terrifying guy that did it to me. By Monday morning near panic had driven me to desperation. I made my decision. I would go back to the Mallmart house of horrors and seek him out. I dressed as conservatively as possible, an older summer dress and light sweater. I bit my lip hard, and drove the five miles back to the Mallmart. Each mile my tension increased. This was so humiliating. I had not been near Mallmart since the day I shoplifted and got screwed. Now I was forced to come back. All the security guys knew what I had done and they would really be quite entertained by my returning today. It was so obvious I was pregnant. As I ...
    walked toward the entry ways I could see two black guys in the blue security shirts standing just inside the entry doors. My knees were weak. I walked stiffly, forcing each step I took. I wrapped my sweater around me and looked down to assure my dowdy dress was ok. It was. I had not put on the belt, so it disguised my shape better. It looked down right baggy. As I approached it became apparent neither of them recognized me. I walked right past the security office, through the entry doors, past the two of them, and on into the store, without getting as much as a glance. Neither of them looked at me. That is what happens when you dress like a frump. This was not good. I was not here to shop I was here to beg for help. I force myself to turn around and head back toward the guards at the entry. As I turned toward them, one started walking directly toward me. It was obvious from his smile he now remembered me. “Can I help you?” His smile had turned into a smirk. “Yes, please. I would like to speak with your supervisor.” He said nothing, just held the same expression as he looked up and down my body and motioned for me to follow as he turned and headed out the entry door. Outside he pointed out a bench right outside the security office. He rejoined the other guard just inside the door, and I was certain from their reactions both of the security guys remembered me now. I sat there pulling my dress down over my knees, closing my sweater tighter, and trying not to make eye contact as they ...
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