Amber Stark Knows Nothing About Those Panties Over at Shoplyfter

It’s Not Every Day You Catch a Cute Ginger Red Handed!

We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Some fine-ass chick perp marched into the retail security office, interrogated, and searched in order to locate illegally procured merchandise. In other words, the bitch is a Shoplyfter. What the security officer is may be up for vigorous debate, which must be tempered with the reminder that porn is fantasy, and that fantasy often embraces that which is taboo. In “Case No. 7906174 - The Denying Thief,” we see a youthful redhead (yes, the carpet matches the drapes) who, unlike all the previous accused, insists that she’s innocent.

It doesn’t pay to get caught stealing while security officer Rusty Nails is on duty. Not if you’re going to “go crazy” on the staff while they’re trying to “subdue” you after suspected in-store theft. It’s hard to imagine where Amber Stark would hide anything, seeing as she has no purse, no wallet, no bra, and only wears a green and white floral sundress. Oh, and handcuffs. Behind her back. What Amber definitely doesn’t have is a lock on her sass. Before she ever gets a mouth filled with cock, she’s got a mouth full of words, some quite valid, others pure garbage.

Once inside the office, things progress as one would expect. He accuses her of stealing and demands answers in a way unlikely to produce the kind of results he hopes for. She denies everything and demands to be released not merely from the cuffs but from custody. He relents on the first with a promise that she won’t become a wild thing on him, but he ain’t budging on the being busted part. She was caught fair and square on camera, he assures her. Plus, it’s not her first light-fingered rodeo, so letting her go would not be ok with him. He is, after all, a loss prevention specialist, not a catch-and-release petty thief hunter.

Basically, the two of them squabble like a married couple in a sitcom. He wants to know why she resists. She wants to know why she is detained. He points out, quite accurately, that Amber is the lone redhead in the store, thus making her pretty damn easy to spot. He offers her a deal. He’ll call her folks and if they come to pick her up, he will go easier on her. Otherwise, it may very well be a call to the cops that he makes next. She’s not keen on either option, but she’s especially un-keen about the fact her folks hang up on Rusty leaving her without a ride and on the hook for whatever she did wrong.

Now, the fun begins.

Security officer Rusty informs suspect Amber that he needs to search her. Again, she’s not grooving on what’s happening. She even asks a perfectly reasonable question; shouldn’t there be a female officer doing this or at least in the room? This is when Amber learns the terrible truth about authority figures without accountability. They don’t care. That element is necessary to make every touch and glance in this 40-minute scene extra hot because the theme so clearly skates the consent barrier. That and because Amber is really good at expressing scorn and disgust.

Rusty isn’t convinced by her innocent act, so moves on to the next step in his interrogation. He’s going to wand her. Not a Magic Wand, but a security wand that finds nothing. It does, however, provide him with an opportunity to tell her to spread her legs, suggest she’s a slut, lift her skirt, and reveal two sets of panties. Whoops. How did that happen? Time to strip or Rusty will call the cops. That’s basically the plot of the scene in a nutshell: do what Officer Rusty says, or he calls the cops.

“You’re just a glorified fucking mall cop,” Amber shouts by way of foreplay, and then threatens to kick him in the balls if he tries to “be a fuckin’ perv.” Given that the tags are still on the brown thong panties worn over the top of caramel lace bootie panties, her claims of virtue and purity fall shorter and shorter of convincing. More bickering ensues as he pushes for a more thorough search, and she wants him to “get over” it. The usual threat is made, and her remaining panty is removed. The bespectacled ginger’s discomfort with her increasing level of nudity is palpable and doesn’t lessen when he wands her again.

Any anti-anxiety medications prescribed to Amber might need a boost after this experience because the next stage of Rusty’s interrogation involves a camera and taking photos of the now nude girl. He insists that this is common practice for documentation, but she questions the need for her to be bare pube naked while having it done. That kind of talk isn’t going to get her sent home without a cavity search. Or he could call the cops. Don’t worry about all the cams in the office, by the way, because there’s nothing to see.

Cue an expression of utter disgust and resignation on Amber’s face as she leans across the office table and lets the stranger finger her pussy. He finds nothing because there’s nothing left to find, but you never can be too careful with these repeat offenders. They go back to quarreling and then he has an idea about how she can fix this problem. He brushes against her hair with a hand and assures her, “You look pretty good there What can you do for me that I can be persuaded not to call the police?”

They return to their previously scheduled arguing when she realizes that not needing to deal with the cops might not be a bad thing. She’s willing to suck his cock if that’s what it takes to get cut loose and allowed to return home to deal with her abandonment issues. So, she kneels as obediently as she can manage and shows him how a girl with glasses handles a man-sized penis in the face. “How much more of this do I have to do,” she asks, taking precious time out of her “doing this” time. As he strips out of his clothing, he assures her that he’ll let her know.

Her revulsion is not diminished when she realizes that a blowjob is not how she’s going to get out of this mess. After expressing her disapproval, which he ignores, he bends her over the table again and stuffs his big cock into her pretty pussy. Weirdly, she doesn’t mind that he’s not wearing a condom. Against her own will, her breathing begins to become heavier. When he flips her around and spits on her pussy, though, she’s grossed out by the saliva and unimpressed by the fact that there’s more sex to be endured, this time missionary.

When he climbs on top of the table and plants her on him cowgirl, things get a little weird. They’re face-to-face, which they were during missionary, but we can’t see their faces or hear their conversation, in part because they speak quietly and in part because the table makes a banging noise when moved. We can see that Amber has a fine-ass ass, however. There comes a time when Rusty says something quietly to Amber that we can’t hear, or at least I can’t hear, and to which she responds with, “I’m glad!”

“I’m glad,” seems an odd thing for a young woman being coerced into intercourse by an authority figure who keeps threatening to call the cops on her to say, although there’s always the possibility that Stockholm Syndrome has taken hold. They continue to murmur to one another, and the soft chime of her laughter rings out periodically. This happy mood does not last once she’s turned around in reverse.

Although Officer Rusty tries to warn her, he doesn’t try to pull out of her when he declares himself on the brink of cumming. Instead, he thrusts hard into her and remains there, pulsing his ejaculate into her young vaginal canal.

“Did you just fucking cum inside of me,” she demands, understandably dismayed. “Oh, no! No, no, no! You can’t!” She tries pointlessly to scoop the jizz out of her twat, continuing to express enormous distaste for her situation and flinging the cum about willy-nilly.

“You’re free to go now,” Rusty tells the frantic Shoplyfter. “You can even keep the panties.”

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