TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 35

STORY 5: SHOPLIFTING GONE WRONG

Jennifer.

The fluorescent lights in the tiny security room, made the silence feel even heavier.

I sat on a hard plastic chair, my heart hammering against my ribs. Across from me stood two massive men in dark blue security uniforms.

According to the names on their badges, Marcus was the broader one, his shoulders nearly touching both sides of the doorframe. Derrick was taller, leaning against a desk with his arms folded over his chest. Both of them were Black, their dark skin gleaming under the harsh lights, and their eyes were cold. It should be. They just caught something unethical.

“Let’s try this one more time,” Marcus rumbled. “What’s your name?”

“Jennifer,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Jennifer Vance.”

“Well, Jennifer,” Derrick said, pushing off the desk. “We saw you on the cameras in the jewelry and perfume section. You were busy. And now, it’s time for you to empty that hoodie.” He said, pointing a

finger at me.

“I didn’t take anything,” I lied. I bit my lower lip, trying to look innocent, but my hands were trembling.

Marcus stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. “Don’t play with us, woman. Take the hoodie off.

Now.” His brow furrowed, and I knew he was serious.

I reached for the hem of my grey sweatshirt. My face was burning with shame. I pulled it over my head, and as the fabric bunched up, a heavy glass bottle of Chanel perfume slid out and hit the floor with a loud clack.

The room went dead silent.

“Nothing, huh?” Derrick mocked, picking up the bottle. “That’s a two–hundred–dollar ‘nothing.‘ Now, the jeans.” He pointed at my pants. “I bet there’s more.”

“Please,” I begged, my eyes tearing up. “I just… I forgot I had that. I don’t have anything else, I swear!”

“Get them off,” Marcus commanded. He wasn’t smiling. “Or we call the precinct right now. You want a mugshot?”

I shook my head quickly. I stood up on shaky legs and unbuttoned my denim jeans. I let them slide down my hips. As the denim pooled around my ankles, a pair of gold hoop earrings that I’d tucked into the pocket fell out, jingling as they hit the floor.

“You’re a liar, Jennifer,” Marcus said. He stepped so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body.” And we don’t like liars. The bra. Take it off.”

“No!” I gasped, covering my chest with my arms. “I can’t… I’m not going to be naked in front of men! That’s all I took, I swear on my life!”

“You swore on your life two minutes ago,” Derrick reminded me, tapping on the handcuffs against his belt. “The bra. Now. Or the cops can do it at the station.” 1

I had never felt smaller than I felt now. With trembling fingers, I reached behind my back and unhooked the clasp.

I let the lace bra drop. As it fell, a high–end designer lipstick rolled out from the cup.

Fuck! Today I have never been this unlucky in my life.

“Everything she says is a lie,” Marcus muttered, looking briefly at Derrick. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my pale skin.

I did it. I lay back, looking at the flickering light on the ceiling. I pulled my knees up and let them fall open. I felt the cool air hit my most private places. Marcus stepped between my legs. He didn’t look away. He reached out with large, warm fingers and gently parted my pussy lips.

“Mmm…” Marcus groaned low in his throat.

His touch was electric. I felt my eyes narrow and my breath hitch. I bit my lip hard, trying not to make a sound. He used his other hand to steady my thigh, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin of my inner leg. He leaned in close, his face just inches from my heat.

“Look at this, Derrick,” Marcus whispered. “Small. Tight. And look… she’s already starting to leak. I think she likes being ‘inspected.””

“I… I don’t…” I tried to speak, but a small moan escaped my throat instead as he rubbed my clit. “Nnnngh.”

Marcus ran a finger along my slit again, slowly, from bottom to top.

I arched my back slightly, my hands gripping the edges of the metal table. The sensation was overwhelming. I was terrified, but my body was betraying me. I was getting wetter with every second he stared at me.

“Nothing inside,” Marcus said, finally pulling his hand away. He stood up straight and looked at Derrick. But she’s still a thief. And she’s been wasting our time for twenty minutes.”

Derrick reached for the phone on the desk. “Yeah, that’s true. I’m calling the cops.”

“No! Wait!” I scrambled to sit up on the table, my legs still open, my chest heaving. I looked at the two of them, my eyes wide with panic.

The thought of my parents seeing me in handcuffs, the thought of my life being over–my friends, what would they say if they saw me on TV? That I was caught for stealing. And now I was sentenced.

“Please, don’t call them! I’ll do anything! Please! Anything you want, I will do it. just don’t call the cops.” I begged, my chest beating out of rhythm now.