A Trilogy Of Cheerleader Seductions - Sex Stories

A Trilogy Of Cheerleader Seductions

... sauntered over to the refrigerated case.

As Brooke passed the beer rack, she looked toward the clerk to see if he was noticing. He seemed to be reading something in another direction, so she quietly slipped the refrigerated case door open and deftly snuck a six-pack of beer into the partially unzipped duffle bag. Then she scooted over to the sodas and picked up a six-pack of those to pay for.

Brooke hadn't realized it, but the store clerk had been watching her in one of the large parabolic mirrors, checking her out in her little uniform, while she had slipped the beers into her bag.

When she arrived at the register to pay for the sodas and chips.

"Do you need anything else tonight?" the clerk asked.

"No," Brooke replied. "That should do it."

"Then what about the beers in your bag?" he inquired.

Brooke's face fell off.

"Shit," she muttered. She had never been caught before, and never really thought about the consequences, since it had been so easy.

Brooke slowly reached into the bag and pulled the beers out.

"Well young lady," he said. "I guess you're in some trouble now."

He picked up the phone and dialed the police, who told him they would be there in a couple of minutes.

"Okay, miss, just wait over there near the office door. The police will be here in a couple of minutes."

Brooke wanted to cry. She had never really contemplated the potential outcome, and now it was too late. And this store clerk was going to take no mercy on ...

... her.

It didn't take long for the law to arrive. Two police officers, one probably in his early forties and one who seemed to be just out of training, walked into the store.

"You've got another lifter?" the older cop asked.

"Yep," he answered. "A kid, right over there next to the office door."

The clerk pointed squarely at young Brooke, who wished she could be anywhere but there at that moment.

The older cop got an eyeful of Brooke, and he could tell she was scared.

"Well, we're gonna take her into the office for a while and talk to her before we take her in," he told the clerk.

"That's fine," the clerk responded. "I'll be here in case you need anything."

The older cop looked over at the younger one and smirked as the two slowly approached young Brooke.

"Well, young lady, I guess you've found yourself some trouble, huh?" the older office asked.

"Yes, sir," Brooke answered solemnly.

"Well, then, I think we'd better step into this office and discuss the situation before we take you in," he said.

The officer opened the office door and ushered the three of them in, carefully locking the door behind them.

"So," asked the younger cop. "What were you trying to steal?"

"Beers," she simply said.

"This isn't the first time we've seen minors trying to steal beer, either" he told her.

"So what happens now?" Brooke asked.

Knowing that the store policy was simply to take minors in to scare them, but not to prosecute, the older cop figured to play ...