Chapter 14: New Security Guard at the Thrift Store

The old thrift store was bought up by a regional retail group in January, and by April the new owners were making some changes. First they had bumped prices up a little bit, to boost revenue, and second, they had installed some security cameras around the store, and announced plans to hire a full time security guard to monitor the cameras, and to detain shoplifters and detain them until police could get to the store and make arrests.

Lou’s easy-going policy with some of the teens who regularly pocketed little items from the store, and were let off after sweet-talking Lou - or in some cases sucking his dick or other sexual favors- were over. Lou learned of the changes, and the store’s intention to hire a full-time security guard about the same time the new owners posted the job opening for a security guard.

Lou had a friend, a divorced, retired ex-cop friend, who would have all the qualifications desired in a security guard. And while the job didn’t pay very well, Lou figured his friend would be interested, once he described some of the possible fringe benefits that the thrift store offered.

So Lou stopped by his friend Dick’s house, bringing a six-pack with him, and the two buddies sat on Dick’s porch drinking beers and talking about the new position at the thrift store. After describing some of the hot and slutty teenagers that frequented the thrift store, and how some of them were open to sex with an older man, Lou’s friend Dick smiled and laughed with his old buddy.

“I always wondered why you was still workin’ at that old, run-down thrift store,” said Dick, laughing.

“And I kinda figured it wasn’t for the money. Now working a low-pay job for pussy- now THAT I can understand,” Dick laughed, and downed another slug of the cold beer. “Lou, you always were a horn-dog, ever since you left the military and your wife died back when you were still in your fifties.”

“Yeah, Dick, ya know,” laughed Lou, “if it wasn’t for these hot teens at the store, I doubt I’d be getting’ any pussy at all. But to be honest, after fucking these teenagers, I’m spoiled. People always trying to “fix me up” with women my age, and I gotta give ‘em some lame excuse why I m not interested. Fact is, I really like the young stuff! These sixteen and seventeen-year-olds love to suck and fuck, and they like older men, who can fuck for hours without cumming. They’re all used to young boys who cum within 30 seconds, and don’t rally satisfy them. And they all love havin’ their hot little pussies eaten out- and I happen to love the taste of teen pussy.”

“Yeah, Lou, I hear ya.” Dick said, leaning back and thinking for a moment. “I love eatin’ pussy, too, but I don’t get a lot of opportunities to eat teen pussy much anymore, ever since I left the force.”

“That’s why this new job is perfect for you, Dick! You got the law enforcement background they want, and you’d have plenty of discretion to deal out justice at the thrift store. Long as you made a few busts every month, I think you could let a lot of teens go, if they agree to return the merchandise, and they are ‘cooperative’ - if you know what I mean.” Lou laughed his dirty laugh and winked at his friend Dick.

“Yeah, I mean, you always got to have discretion on who to charge, and who to let go, and what better way to decide than based on which ones is most cooperative,” Dick laughed again, thinking about babes he had let off during his police career. It’s likely one reason he had been divorced after a few years on the force, like a lot of fellow officers.

“Always kind a surprised me how many hot chicks were willing to spread their legs for an officer in uniform.’ Dick continued. “Something about the uniform, I guess.”

Lou told him they would provide a uniform at the store, and he would be there as well.

“For backup,” Lou laughed

“And,” Lou added, “I know all the backrooms, all the spots with no cameras, and I can even tip you of to the most ‘cooperative’ girls.”

“I’m in,” Dick said.

Within a week he had been hired, issued a crisp new blue uniform, complete with a black leather belt with a holster for his service revolver, a set of standard chromed handcuffs, and a big black 18-inch nightstick that had its own fitted loop on the belt.

With the full kit on, he jangled a bit when he walked through the store the first few days, and everyone noticed his presence, especially the young teens Lou had told him about. Most of them gave him a smile, other than a few whose parents had probably told them that cops are not your friends. And a few of the teens were downright flirtatious, some giving him big smiles along with little blown kisses, and some came up and grabbed at his arm muscles, or even tried to touch his chest. Dick was still in good shape, and his daily workouts showed on his buff, muscled body, even under the guard uniform. And Dick was a little shocked, even after Lou’s vivid descriptions, about how sexy some of the teens dressed. Young teens-14-15-16-years old- dressed like sluts, Dick thought. Dick hadn’t been out a lot since he retired five years back, but in the day, moms would never let their teen daughters leave the house dressed like these teens. Although, to be fair, many of these teens lived at the nearby trailer park, where mom was likely not around much, and frankly didn’t care much how their daughters dressed, if they didn’t cause trouble, and didn’t steal from them. And the moms- there weren’t a lot of dads around- didn’t care that their daughters were having sex either. It tended to keep them from getting in worse trouble.

His first few days were uneventful, and after walking the floor most of those days, he spent the next day largely in his office, watching the security camera monitors mounted to the wall across from his little desk. The store management had built a 4-foot by 10-foot office, at the side of the store, along the ceiling, elevated 6 feet above the store floor. The office also had a one-way glass mirror over the side that overlooked the store, and the whole office was insulated both for sound and to keep it cool, with a small a/c unit. (Unlike the thrift store, which was not air-conditioned, but relied on several big floor fans to keep the air moving.) It was accessed by a narrow steel stairway, with tubular steel railings, that rose up from the back of the store, and ended at the door of his narrow office.

So it was, midway through the hot afternoon, he noticed a girl who looked to be around sixteen, looking through several racks of clothes in the girls section. She had put a pair of shoes and a pair of shorts in her basket, but then started looking around furtively, as she looked at a little tan leather fringed vest that she held up against her body a few times and looked at in the mirror. Dick watched closely, both because she looked suspicious, and because she was smoking hot. She had on a thin pink cotton spaghetti strapped top with some sort of lettering across the front, stretched over her firm and apparently bra-less tits. Below she had on a pair of tiny, frayed daisy-dukes, and long legs, with her dirty feet wearing a pair of wedge sandals. Her hair, stringy from the heat and humidity, was a rough shock of dirty blond hair that just brushed her bare shoulders. From his vantage point she looked to be tall and thin, other than her perky tits that were slightly big on her frame, with not an ounce of fat on her lean body.

Dick saw her roll the little leather vest and slide it down the back of her daisy dukes, where it would be hidden under her shorts and under the little top that ended about an inch past the top of her shorts.

As the girl made her way to the front of the store and paid for the cheap shoes and shorts Dick was ready as she headed toward the door.

He grabbed her arm firmly and said,”Hey there, darlin, you’re going to have to come with me.”

“Hey, what the fuck!” the girl exclaimed, a little indignantly. “What are ya doin? I ain’t done nothin.”

But the girl knew she was busted and started thinking about how to get out of this little jam.

Dick simply answered professionally, saying, “If ya done nothin’ wrong, ya got nothin’ to worry about. Let’s just come back to my office and have a little talk!”

Her skin was hot, and moist with perspiration. He noticed her legs also glistened with some sweat, from the heat and humidity. As they walked back, Dick asked her name.

“I’m Teagan,” she said with a smirk, as she looked over the burly officer. “But everybody calls me ‘Tee’. And what’s your name—you’re new at the store, ain’t you?”

“My name’s Dick,” he said, “and yes, I’ve only been on the job about a week. But I was a police officer twenty years before I retired.”

“So, Officer Dick,” Tee said, emphasizing the word ‘dick.’ “Are those cuffs and that gun you got, real? “Is the big strong officer gonna put me in handcuffs?” she asked, giggling a little bit.

“Only if you start getting out-of-control, or pose a threat,” Dick chuckled, looking over the hot teen, giving her a big smile. “So far, you don’t look like a threat.”

“I can get pretty wild,” Tee laughed, “at least that’s what my ma and stepdaddy say.”

“I’ll bet you can,” Dick laughed at her little joke.

They reached the stairs, and Dick stepped back, and put his hand on the teen’s hip, and pointed her up the steep metal stairs to his office. Tee began taking the big steps up the steep staircase, holding the rail as she walked up. Dick was right behind her, and as she reached the third step, he realized he was eye level with Tee’s hot ass, barely confined in the tiny daisy dukes, that were partially wedged between her tight little butt cheeks. When he inhaled, he could make out the scent of teen pussy and sweat, partially obscured by some sort of sweet teen perfume, like Juicy. Tee heard him inhale, and looked back, catching Dick looking right at her ass.

“Like what ya see, Officer Dick?” she said with a big smile, and giving her ass a little wiggle.

Dick just smiled, and waved her to continue up the stairs, into the office. He was busted, and she knew it.

Once inside the room, Dick shut the door, and told Tee to stand in front of his desk, that was at the end of the room.

“Now turn around, and I’m going to frisk you, Tee, to see what you’ve taken from the store.” Dick told her.

Tee had been through this sort of thing before and stood looking at Dick. She said, “Don’t you need a female officer to frisk me, to make sure there’s no funny business?”

Dick smiled. “Well, Tee, we can do it that way, but since this is private property, we can frisk whoever we want. And if we are satisfied with what we find, we can just end the whole matter right here. But if you insist on a female officer, I’ll have to call the police, and when they get here, then they’ll have to make an arrest, process you downtown, and all that stuff. If that’s the way you wanna go, we can do that.” He said it like a question.