When a middle-aged, stately woman with a well-groomed face appeared in the monitor, Fedya leaned back in his chair and turned his eyes to the central screen where the panoramic image was going from the sales area. Watching this wealthy Madame, discreetly, but expensively dressed, there was no point - people of this sort do not sin with petty theft.

In the wide field of the screen, there was a picture that was familiar to trifles, to which Fedya was so used to the year of work in the security service of this store.

He drew attention to a young girl in a short suede jacket, lightly flared jeans and boots on a tall platform - she stood for a long time at the stand with samples of players, stealingly around the eyes.

- Well, come on, come on, - Fyodor encouraged her, watching with a grin then, as the girl, overcoming indecision, removes a little black receiver from the shelf, twirls it in her hands, meditates for some time, looking around. - Oh, you fool! - With a touch of regret, he said after the customer, after long hesitation, put the receiver in place.

At this moment, Fedya out of the corner of his eye noted that something was happening in the left monitor. He leaned forward, leaned on the control panel of the visual control system and rounded eyes in bewilderment: rich Madame hid something in her purse.

He hurried down to the trading floor. The woman stood in the same place. Squinting, she looked with interest at the high guard approaching her.

Fyodor automatically noted to himself the strangeness in her behavior: her dark eyes look too calm, in which there was not even a hint of fear, the posture was relaxed ... However, Fyodor, waving his hand at a slight suspicion, something is wrong here! - approached her and shook his head:

“Madame, how is that? ...” He nodded expressively at the camera hanging above them.

Tracing his gaze, Madame spread her arms to the side with a bewildered look and opened her purse: there was a very expensive golden lighter.

“God, what a shame ...” she whispered. - But maybe, young man, can we agree?

For the first time he heard this password four months ago, when he caught one girl in the cosmetics department ... Her bright appearance, cheeky manners and style of clothing said that she had jumped into the store directly from the panel.

Accompanying her to the utility room next to the service exit, Fedya watched with interest as she opened the long cloak, without a hint of embarrassment on her cute face, lifted her skirt, exposing her beautiful leg ... At her thigh he saw a flat box with a set of shadows.

“Take ...” she suggested, and Fedya, with a quivering hand, took out a case peeking out from the edge of her stocking.

Noticing the security guard's slight confusion, the girl thought about something for a second, then a smile spread over her swollen lips. Fingers with a dark, brown shade with a manicure on long nails slowly walked along the buttons of a tight blouse, revealing to the guard’s eyes a bulging bust raised by a taut black bra. Between the tightly squeezed breasts darkened little cartridge of expensive lipstick.

She coquettishly shrugged her shoulders and took a step towards Fede, who opened her mouth in astonishment - the events were too unexpected. Perplexedly blinking, he looked at this seductive girl, who, with her hands on her hips, arched her back.

- Well, take the lipstick ... - she whispered.

Carefully, with two fingers, he touched the dimly gleaming case, pulled it up. At that moment she caught his hand, literally shoved her under the cup of her bra, and he felt a little dizzy, feeling the elastic weight of her big breast in her palm. It was then that in a languid whisper and uttered this phrase, which he later happened to hear more than once and not two:

- Or maybe we will agree?

- What else? - Fedya didn’t respond in his own voice.

“And you are not a good guard,” she drawled.She stepped back, jerked the side clasp, rocked her hips, forcing her skirt to fall to the floor. - This is not all ...

Yes, there is more to come: under the tightly stretching wide juicy hips with lace panties vaguely outlined some small flat object.

“Mascara,” she explained. - Well, what are you standing, it should also be confiscated ...

And he, no longer able to resist the fast-rolling desire, put his hands on her hips ... In response to his too impulsive gesture, the flat black case slipped out of the secret, fell to the floor. Then there was a faint mournful crunch - jerking to attract the girl's body breathing warmth, he stepped on it.

Fedya instinctively recoiled, stupidly looking at the object crushed by his big leg, and when he looked up, he found this seductive thief kneeling a meter away from him.

She bent down, rested her hands on the floor, her fluffy blonde hair darted down, hiding her face, and because of this soft canopy she finally heard her quiet voice:

- Take the most important thing!

He suddenly felt a taste for these games, approached her, knelt down. She shuddered at his soft and completely non-aggressive touch, shook her hips, inviting not to retreat.

Half an hour later, he quietly returned the cosmetics to the shelves, escorted the little girl to the cash register.

Paying for the packaging of handkerchiefs stuck to the eye, she, seductively shaking her hips, went to the exit.

Looking after her, Fedya suddenly felt the hunter's instinct in himself, which has not let him down since then. And quite a few ladies who sinned in trifles in the store, came across snares set by him - the majority, crumpled together, offered to “come to an agreement” in order not to run up to a scandal.

We will agree!

Therefore, he was not at all surprised to hear this phrase, resembling a secret password, that a pretty brown-haired woman who had pulled an expensive lighter dropped.

“Well, let's try,” said Fedya, closing the door, and in response to her questioning look, he explained:

- Agree to try.

Being an experienced hunter by this moment, and therefore not inclined to warm-up ceremonies, he stepped towards her, touched her small, preserving elastic form of the bust and was a little surprised: Madame did not wear a bra.

Caressing her tiny breasts with one hand, he walked the other with her thigh, more and more amazed at this strange woman: under the tight skirt-tight skirt, he did not catch the palm of those tiny bends and elevations of relief, which indicate the presence of underwear ...

While all this was happening in a businesslike, concentrated silence between them, she tinted with not so much surprise as much interest was given to his caresses and finally whispered:

- Hmm, so, then, what is the secret of success ... It's interesting!

Gently pulling his hands away, she retreated a step, walked with a rating glance at the powerful, tightly-knit figure of the guard, and Fedya noticed how her eyes sparkled.

As if not trusting her eyesight, she touched La Dona with his broad, boldly contoured chest under her shirt, leaned forward, pressed her back, head thrown back and limply opening her neat mouth.

Trying not to frighten away her attitude, he went on about her gentle caresses, marveling at how easily and without a hint of impatience she manages to smooth the desire in him smoothly ...

Hailing Fedya guessed that she was experiencing something similar and throwing a blouse on the chair, then a skirt, and so she was standing in front of him in some stockings.

Hurriedly getting rid of clothing, he bent down, putting his neck to her closing hands, carefully straightened, holding her by the hips ...

- Damn, well, where did this Fedka again get lost! - came the close voice of Ignatiy Petrovich, the head of security, from behind the door.

However, a dangerous neighborhood with him, and all the other people, huddling past the door, did not frighten him or her at all. In contrast, a healthy dose of adrenaline was injected into the bloodstream. Meanwhile, she wrapped her legs around her hips and made a muffled moan. And so she barely audibly moaned all this time - until her arms were closed on his neck ... Smoothly leaning back, she froze, touching the floor with her hair.

Fedya came to his senses for a long time: he sat with his back to the wall and watched her dress.

- Well, young man, we will assume that we are in the calculation! She smiled and, lingering for a moment at the door, dropped a strange phrase: - In my opinion, the audit was completely successful!

Keepsake

What exactly she had in mind, Fedya realized when he left the back room a couple of minutes later: Ignatiy Petrovich, curling obstinately and nodding slightly with his bald head, escorted the stranger to the exit. Seeing Fedya, he shook his head, walked over, wiped his wet forehead with the back of his hand:

- Ooooh, carried by! - and seeing the confusion on his face, he grinned: - And why are you not aware of that? Well this is the hostess of the entire network of our stores. Picked up here like snow on the head with a check. She, you see, it seemed strange that in all the establishments of the network that something disappears every day, but everything is so clean and smooth here: neither you are petty theft, nor large ... But nothing, was pleased. Madame is delighted. Strange still a woman. Asked to give you a goodbye gift ... Ha, hold on, - he handed a gold lighter to Fede. “And why did you take her captive?”

- Did she say something at parting? - asked Fedya.

“Yeah,” the boss nodded. - She said: Well done guys, keep it up! ... Hey, what are you doing?

“Oh, yes,” Fedya waved aside, trying to cope with a fit of healthy laughter.