It was getting late and the shop was nearly deserted. Looking up from the magazine I'd been reading I glanced up at the clock quickly, ten minutes before I shut up for the night. With a quick scan around I checked on the two young girls who looked like the last customers of the night. They were certainly worth a second look. I'd have guessed sixteen - but I was always terrible at pinning down a girl's age. The first was dark haired with high cheekbones and big brown eyes, I'd have guessed she was half Japanese. A short black pleated skirt showed off slim legs and a cut-off top displayed her slim waist and exposed her midriff to the bottom of her ribs. Tall boots finished just below her knees. She was chatting to her friend, her eyes locked to the other girls with a warm looking smile on her face. The second girl looked slightly younger, or at least slightly more innocent. The white shirt she wore was tied up, revealing a slim waist and exposing most of her midsection just as her friends had done, and her grey skirt looked to have been drawn up to the same extreme shortness as the other girls. This didn't really hide the fact that both items of clothing seemed to be part of a school uniform. Like her friend she was extremely pretty. Her blond hair came to half-way down her neck and seemed to be falling over her eyes. She brushed it away, a movement that seemed habitual. Unlike her friend she didn't seem to be relaxed....from the mixed expressions of the two, my guess was that the dark haired girl was persuading the blonde into something. The blonde moved in close to her friend, a slight shake of her head, eyes darting quickly in my direction and then back to her friend as she saw I was looking that way. I wheeled my chair slightly, turning away from them and glancing down. Beneath the desk I flicked the switch on the shops CCTV monitor and switched through to the camera nearest the girls. (The CCTV came in hand every now and then....but I didn't usually watch it. A computer in the back room recorded all the cameras and I only really used them to track down when something was missing). The blond glanced over toward the counter again, letting out a slight breath. Her shoulders dropped slightly and I got the impression that I'd just taken away her last excuse. Dropping her hand down to one of the shelves she picked up what looked like a small bottle and slipped it into her shirt, tucking it into the knot that held the shirt clear of her stomach. She glanced again quickly in my direction and then smiled at her friend. I heard a giggle from that direction and the dark haired girl slipped an arm around her waist, leaning in slightly to say something (my guess is she was telling her friend to play it cool and look around a bit more before they left). Shaking my head slightly I stood up, drawing a half-glance from the girls as they pretended to browse around. Moving casually over to the door I pulled the key from my pocket, quickly locking the door and slipping the key back before I pulled the blind down over the window in the door. The front of the shop was a display area - and tall boards hid the interior form the street, with the blind down none of the shops interior was visible from the street outside. I turned, making my way back to the desk as the dark haired girl came over. "Hey, we're still in here right....I mean....you can't shut up yet." She tilted her head slightly, giving me a charming smile as she moved to stand in front of the desk. Her hands perching on slim hips as she glanced over her shoulder, looking for support from her friend. The blonde moved about half-way to the counter, her gaze zipping between the door, me and her friend as she shrugged slightly, her hand brushing the hair out of her eyes as she cast another nervous glance at the door. "Sorry girls...." I said quietly "Store policy, we have to call the police if we've got shop-lifters." I reached my hand halfway to the phone, looking up with a slight smile "If you girls just wait here quietly then they'll be here in just a few minutes." The blonde's hands shot up to cover her mouth, eyes wide as she saw her obvious fears confirmed in front of her. The Dark haired girl was another matter "That's crap!" she said loudly, her hand moving to press down on the phone receiver as I went to pick it up." I pointed down at the monitor. "The police won't do anything to us...they'll just let us go." "Maybe...." I said slowly, "But it's the store owner's policy to always prosecute." I met her eyes with a level gaze - I'm sure she was smiling slightly - and thought better of telling her that I was the owner "Don't worry they probably won't keep you in....just until your parents come and collect you." The blonde let out another sharp gasp, turning away from us as her hands when to her forehead "Fucking hell Amy!" she cried, "They'll kill me." The dark haired girl - Amy - moved up behind her. "Kat...shhh....don't worry....they won't find out." With an appraising glance over her shoulder she added quietly, "We'll take care of it." One of her arms slipped around her friends waist, the other across her front in a hug. "He's calling the police." She said quietly, "This is it...they'll send me back to boarding school...fuck!" "Shh...listen..." She propped her chin on her friend's shoulder, slowly pulling Kat around so that she was between her and me. Nodding her head in my direction she said quietly into the blond girl's ear. "all we have to do is persuade this nice man not to call the cops on us...." Her arms looked to be tightening slightly around Kats waist and shoulders "You already said before he was cute...." I looked up, meeting the girls deep brown eyes - her steady gaze locked on my eyes as I watched the pair. "What are you talking about" Kat said slowly...her breath coming in gasps as she seemed on the verge of a panic attack at the prospect of her parents finding out about this. "He's a cute guy..." Amy said quietly "lets be nice to him...just for a little bit...and I'm sure he'll be nice to us and not call the cops....c'mon babe, you said before that you thought he was hot...." "Amy!" the blonde girl tried to take a step back from me. Her friend blocked her, arm tightening a little around her waist. "What the hell are you thinking about, Boarding School? I told you I'd been in trouble before, do you know what'll happen to me if I get caught again." With a slight shove she pushed her friend a step towards me "Come on, it's not like he's really old or creepy....just a bit of fooling around." Her hand slid across her friend's stomach as she moved around her. Dark eyes locked on mine she walked around the counter, hips swaying as she approached me and slipped easily onto my lap. She leaned back slightly and as a reflex I moved my hand up onto her back. Supporting her slightly as I realised her move also served to move my hand away from the phone (and around her waist). "Amy!" the blonde girl was wide eyed, as she took another two steps towards me, reaching out her hands as if to save her friend for a second or two. "Miss...I'm going to have to have that item back...and anything else you might be hiding in there." I said quietly, my head tilting towards the white, tied-up school shirt she wore. "If you'll come over here we'll get this done and you girls can be on your way ASAP." ----------------------------------------------------------------- Coming Soon: Part 2 Please sned any feedback to: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=BMJBEYJXPHRAEGIXBFMK