The mall was alive with the sounds of U.S. commercialism. People of all ages spending their hard earned cash to keep the corporate wheels greased and spinning on. Here I was doing my part to make sure the “system” we all bend the knee to stays protected and that the rich keep getting richer. The only perk, aside from the “competitive pay of course, being the eye candy. I found out real quick that it didn’t cost anything to look. But the more I looked, the more I watched, I found myself wanting it. Not to keep, but just a taste.
This had become my life after high school. Once at the top of the ranks, walking the halls of my old hometown high school, to now, walking the halls of the very mall I once terrorized. I’d thought long and hard about abusing my power, catching the wrong girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. Using my “power” to fulfil my lust driven desires. My lack of goals and ambition reduced now to the creep perming the teenagers hanging out by the fountain.
At first I staved it off, refusing to allow myself what now I deemed the pleasure of seeing the little skirts give a sneak peek of what I would never have. Then I began to scheme, to plot. I’d garnered a reputation as a no non sense sort of “professional, quick to pull the trigger on calling the real authorities in the event that something would happen. The more I watched, the more I found it wouldn’t be so difficult. Target someone I know would never stoop to shop lifting, to lowering themselves to such levels.
I used the students coming up behind me in high school for information. Seeing which girls have it up, which ones would fit the character model I desired. Watching the company they keep, the stores they frequented until finally settling on my first mark. I’d decided to try it on a week day, during the school year as to make the problem of me calling the authorities seem that much more demeaning. Everyday watching the routes, scheduling myself for shifts alone, until that special day.
She entered with a group of friends, all much more wilder than she’d ever dreamed of being. Wanting to fit in she desperately tried to hang, until finally being abandoned. Watching as opportunity finally presented itself, alone at the jewelry counter I reach into my pocket. I’d lifted the semi expensive bracelet months ago. Nothing spectacular, but the price tag enough to warrant a misdemeanor. My heart raced as I walked behind her, dropping the bracelet into her purse as the counter attendant had her back turned.
Posted up at the entrance I watched. Waiting for her to exit. Not here I thought, I would follow her, just as planned, down to the hall way leading back between stores, back to the mall security office. As if she were reading my thoughts there she was, adjusting her purse she turned and started in the direction I desired. This was too perfect, I followed, a little pep in my step as she got closer. Until finally I stepped up beside her, “miss, do you mind if I have a look inside your bag?” The cheap tin badge reflected in her eyes, widening from the shock. “I’ve reason to believe you just took something from the jewelry counter.”
This had become my life after high school. Once at the top of the ranks, walking the halls of my old hometown high school, to now, walking the halls of the very mall I once terrorized. I’d thought long and hard about abusing my power, catching the wrong girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. Using my “power” to fulfil my lust driven desires. My lack of goals and ambition reduced now to the creep perming the teenagers hanging out by the fountain.
At first I staved it off, refusing to allow myself what now I deemed the pleasure of seeing the little skirts give a sneak peek of what I would never have. Then I began to scheme, to plot. I’d garnered a reputation as a no non sense sort of “professional, quick to pull the trigger on calling the real authorities in the event that something would happen. The more I watched, the more I found it wouldn’t be so difficult. Target someone I know would never stoop to shop lifting, to lowering themselves to such levels.
I used the students coming up behind me in high school for information. Seeing which girls have it up, which ones would fit the character model I desired. Watching the company they keep, the stores they frequented until finally settling on my first mark. I’d decided to try it on a week day, during the school year as to make the problem of me calling the authorities seem that much more demeaning. Everyday watching the routes, scheduling myself for shifts alone, until that special day.
She entered with a group of friends, all much more wilder than she’d ever dreamed of being. Wanting to fit in she desperately tried to hang, until finally being abandoned. Watching as opportunity finally presented itself, alone at the jewelry counter I reach into my pocket. I’d lifted the semi expensive bracelet months ago. Nothing spectacular, but the price tag enough to warrant a misdemeanor. My heart raced as I walked behind her, dropping the bracelet into her purse as the counter attendant had her back turned.
Posted up at the entrance I watched. Waiting for her to exit. Not here I thought, I would follow her, just as planned, down to the hall way leading back between stores, back to the mall security office. As if she were reading my thoughts there she was, adjusting her purse she turned and started in the direction I desired. This was too perfect, I followed, a little pep in my step as she got closer. Until finally I stepped up beside her, “miss, do you mind if I have a look inside your bag?” The cheap tin badge reflected in her eyes, widening from the shock. “I’ve reason to believe you just took something from the jewelry counter.”
