SHOPLIFTER(s*x on Tap #1)
I left the sorry-looking teenager standing in front of my desk while I had a good look at her. She was eighteen or nineteen, I reckoned and I was good at guessing. Her dress sense was that of a student, in grungy jumper and ripped jeans, but underneath I could see a lot of promise. The dirty blonde head had swivelled frantically as I had led her into the office but there was no way out except the way she came in and she would have to negotiate three doors and the office girls. No chance!
I was store detective for Lola’s Dirty Secret, a blatant rip-off of an American lingerie chain but a lot more risqué and British! As well as all the silky undies, we specialised in toys and play things for lonely housewives. It was one of these which the cameras had caught this
