5 Stages of Kleptomania Grief

It was nothing serious, but no one could tell from Dinah Lee's appearance that she's a hardcore kleptomaniac.

As part of a thrill-seeking compulsion, she doesn't steal things of value. In fact, quite the opposite, as the things she stole are tiny, trivial and very often close to worthless, which shop owners barely care about if they went missing.

Dinah looked just like any other fresh-faced, fun-loving undergraduate, sharing her happy times with a caring, mature boyfriend who she hung out regularly with after mugging for their end-semester exams.

She almost never got caught shoplifting, except that one time.

Three years ago, Dinah was caught by Ethan Law, the department store manager and observant viewer who saw her pilfering a small pack of candy into her bag. She was still a teenager at that point in time. Annoyed with having to deal with such nuisances, Ethan snatched the teen girl's hand and brusquely stopped her from leaving.

Ethan did the right thing but followed the wrong "protocol". In Dinah's moment of panic while struggling against his grip, she blurted out that fateful line.

"Help! He's molesting me!"

A crowd surrounded the two. A few cast suspicious looks onto Ethan after having noticed the tears that rolled down the cheeks of that innocent-looking, pretty teenage girl.

It is true Dinah was arrested, but because of her false accusations, Ethan was investigated as well - The charges were potentially more serious. This ended up frustratingly worse for Ethan than it did for Dinah.

Dinah Lee was let off with a stern warning and three months probation. The next time she re-offended, she will be going to jail. The Judge warned her that stealing more expensive items would mean she gets a longer sentence.

Ethan Law on the other hand, faced the court of public opinion. It is true the molestation charges were dropped due to a lack of evidence - However, quite a number of staff and regular customers believed the girl's lies more than his vehement denials: Because emotional tears said more than any hard evidence.

Tabloids reported that the department's staff find it hard to trust him. Some customers avoided the store out of some misguided "#MeToo, social justice". Dinah last heard rumors that his reputation loss had the company re-assigned him somewhere else to avoid controversy.

Dinah was remorseless. She continued her shoplifting compulsion, this time picking another departmental store and in another part of town for her thrills.

About Dinah only getting caught one time? Make that twice now.

She dropped the ball here. In this departmental store, their Loss Prevention Officer walked around incognito. Unlike the last time, without touching her, this man grabbed her bag from her and swiftly pulled out that worthless kids' lipstick, so she had no chance of crying wolf about "molesting".

Dinah was defeated. If she got handed over to the authorities it would mean she gets serious charges for re-offending. Dinah inwardly groaned and hoped that by putting on her pitiful stare with tears running down her cute youthful cheeks, this store would relent and just let her go with a warning. After all, she only stole a $2 lipstick.

"Remember me?" The officer's voice echoed for the first time before she could start churning out her fake crocodile tears.

She looked up again and it took a while before familiarity struck her, causing her to gasp.

That was Ethan Law towering over her.

"Yes, Dinah, your so-called molester. I am forced to quit and have to do this shitty job thanks to you!"

So the rumors about Ethan's downfall were true.

"I've waited for this for a long time... Finally caught you stealing this watch."

"Huh? What watch?" Dinah was confused. She only stole some lipstick and she wasn't carrying any watch on her, nor in her bag.

Her eyes widened when Ethan lifted an ornate gold watch from her bag. That looked expensive. A glimpse of the price label still attached listed it at six thousand dollars. Something she would never dared to, nor have the skill to steal.

"That was a Baume & Mercier gold watch. It was reported stolen from the luxury watch store next to ours last week. Quite an easy burglary that some bimbo like you can do because the store owners forgot about locking up. I never imagined you are that bloody thief," Ethan grinned.

Dinah was shocked. She spent a moment processing what was going on. She frequently read tabloids and crime news, where she recalled that the incident of burglary was a major facepalm moment for the shop owners. Those alleged severe security failures made it easy for anyone to rob them.

"I did not steal it," Dinah muttered, her eyes sneaking a look at the corners around her. Unlike her previous crying wolf, she hoped to avoid attention this time.

"Well, as the Loss Prevention Officer, I have the right to check your bag. Much to my shock, I found this watch. What would the courts say?"

"That is too expensive for me to steal!"

"So you admit having stolen other things! Let's see if people believe a thief who got caught a second time," Ethan laughed in response. It was now clear to Dinah that Ethan had the option of incriminating her with this more serious crime.

"So, jail for re-offending. That lipstick alone will make sure your sentence is deterrent... Hmmm what should I do..."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You know how much trouble you caused me? My life, my job. But today, lady luck shone upon me to render justice."

"I'm sorry, please," she desperately begged Ethan.

"Oh, you will be. I have your number and know where you live," Ethan whispered into her ear menacingly. Had he been stalking her? She shivered as she cowered before his tall figure.

"What would you do to be free?" Ethan asked. His eyes gleamed as he looked up and down on the frail frame of this cute woman. She had grown even prettier than he could recall on the first time they crossed paths. She could see a face of lust as he stared at her small tight body, her curves emphasized by her figure-hugging grey shirt and black leggings.

"What do you mean?"

"A Kleptomaniac like you needs special rehabilitation - My way. I have big plans for you. But for today, I'll let you go if you blow me," Ethan motioned her attention to his hand, which moved to his crotch, emphasizing what he wanted.

"Not difficult for you. Do this well and the authorities won't be involved," he promised.

Ethan looked like he's in his late 30s, nearly old enough to be her father, and he didn't look like someone she would be attracted to.

"No way."

"A short rehabilitation compared to years of anxiety of court sessions and jail. Which is better? Think again," Ethan pressed on. Dinah remained in silence.

She never stole that expensive watch and Ethan was clearly the one who framed her. He somehow was able to track her whereabouts closely and planned this trap so meticulously for her to fall into. Regardless, it would indeed be a lot of trouble for something so minor.

"... How long is this rehabilitation?"

"Oh, just a few sessions, 3 days, starting today."

"It's either you sucking my cock or you going to jail," Ethan spelt it out clearly as she continued to hesitate.

Dinah did not like the first option, but it was the easier way out. She would save her reputation and potentially years of jail from stealing that precious designer watch. Even if she suffered no serious consequences, a nearly impossible scenario for a repeat offender, the court of public opinion will still ruin her social reputation and she risked getting expelled from the University.

Cornered, she reluctantly agreed to the deal.

"Please don't report me, I will do it, but... Is there anywhere private we can do this?"

Ethan pointed to the far left corner at the back of the departmental store, an entrance to an entire row of old changing rooms. These were no longer in use, given the labels on the sealed up tape. There weren't many customers around despite it being early afternoon on a Friday, so there's virtually no one around that area besides the two of them.

"Also, no filming," She still had the bare cheek to negotiate. Dinah bit her lips as she recalled her last blowjob with her first boyfriend Aaron back in junior college. She learnt her then-boyfriend Aaron recorded a video clip of her, eyes-closed slurping over his cock, and made him delete it. She didn't want a repeat incident.

"Fine. I won't use my phone then," Ethan stated.

Dinah was ushered into the very last changing room at the far right corner, where at least there's some decent privacy.

Ethan closed the door behind them.

"Take off all your clothes," Ethan commanded as he sat down on the solid ledge inside the changing room. He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out.

"Do I have to?" Was her petulant question from her still-in-denial self.

"No one's here, and I want to see you naked when you suck me, it's better for me that way."

Dinah sullenly undressed. First off was her shoes, shirt and leggings. Then she took off her bright green panties, revealing her trimmed pussy which made her blush. But she had to continue. When her matching green bra finally landed on the floor, she saw Ethan's lustful stare and almost watering mouth as if he wanted to maul her ample 30C chest right there and then. She could almost hear his breaths going shallow.

To her surprise, she found her own pussy tingling a little at Ethan's lascivious stare, and the wild imagination of this man sucking and pinching on her nipples even crossed her mind. She did her best to suppress the influence the sexual atmosphere had on her: It just felt wrong.

She knelt down before her blackmailer, grimaced at the dusty old floor and in her racing thoughts, the remote possibility of them being caught. If anyone ventured here, even with the "privacy" of the closed door of this room there's a foot-high gap where they can see her naked ass in this rather embarrassing position.

She took Ethan's already semi-erect cock in her mouth and began licking its head, her fingers slowly stroking and teasing the base of it along with his balls. She looked up and saw Ethan staring right back grinning, enjoying how she was being forced into this.

In practically no time, his member grew fully erect for her. She slowly swallowed it, but stopped midway with apprehension. Ethan didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but it's still far bigger and thicker than her ex-boyfriend's. She still wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so she steeled herself and jammed the entire length down her throat.

Dinah could hear Ethan's soft moans as he enjoyed her deep-throating his bulging hard tool. She worked hard, trying to ignore his free hand playing with her tits.

At the back of her mind was a feeling of lust that she was finding harder to suppress. She can't possibly be feeling aroused from blowing a guy she barely knew, would she? Even as she focused on pleasing Ethan with her tight mouth and throat, she could feel her nipples stiffening up between his fingers and her pussy was getting moist. Just how?!

For nearly ten minutes, she did her best squeezing the thick length of fuck flesh down her throat with each of her head bobs, grateful she didn't have to take that in her pussy. She could tell from Ethan's increasingly frantic moans he was approaching his climax.

She tried to move away and jack him off, but he held her head tight as he thrusted, muffled protests escaping her still-occupied lips.

"Take it all down your throat!" He softly cries with joy.

Burst after burst of his semen blasted her mouth and she could not avoid swallowing some of it. Then only he let her head go. She had just learnt what a woman should do for her man. It was her first time tasting cum, and now she did it all for a man who wasn't even her boyfriend.

Not wanting to look back up, she coughed and spat out any remaining cum on the floor as her humiliation set in.

Ethan wasn't done with her yet.

She was grabbed and pulled up onto the ledge where Ethan was previously sitting. He forced her legs apart and his head moved closer between them.

"What are you doing," Dinah stammered when Ethan's hands moved down towards her exposed crotch.

"Well, since you make me feel good, I should do the same for you too," Ethan grinned right before his fingers began stroking the lips of her pussy, opening them slightly apart.

"No!" Was Dinah's indignant, irrelevant reply, which was of course ignored. She stared in growing horror at Ethan focusing his attention on her pussy.

"God, you are moist! Dinah darling, you feel good when you suck cocks?"

"No! I don't!"

"Your pussy is telling me something different. Getting more wet the more I play with it. Maybe I should stir it a little more?" Ethan teased her. She looked away, trying to get this experience out of her mind.

His fingers slipped deep in her pussy and began digging up and down at the slippery wet muscles, making her gasp both at his rough treatment and the tinge of pleasure resulting from his movements.

Next comes the oral action. She protested without avail when he dug his tongue into her sweet dripping pussy. Her ex-boyfriend was the only other guy who had devoured her pussy before. Now there was this older man who she wasn't attracted to in any way, engaging in that very same private, intimate act with her.

Much to her conflicted mood, he seemed to be good at it. As her body began to slowly rock in sync with his strong but earnest licking, she found a part of her looking forward to her own climatic finish.

She could treat sucking his cock as a one-time transaction, but feeling good from her blackmailer's actions? Her body was involuntarily responding to his touch, but she still wasn't enjoying this, was she?

She could no longer resist crying out her pleasure when his tongue ran over her clit, while he fingered between her wet pussy lips hard. This quickly drove her to the point of no return.

"No, no, no, I can't be feeling good, no!"

Tears flowed down her cheeks as her orgasm struck her. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, she grabbed Ethan's head as her body spasmed in response to his intense licking, her juices spilling a little on the ledge itself.

After Ethan was done licking her to her undeniable orgasm, he let go of her. She fell back on the floor, breathing heavily.

Unlike her past run-in with the law, she was in real tears this time, unable to believe what had just happened to her.

It... It was only... A lipstick.

She did steal that, but she was innocent of stealing the luxury piece. It was poetic justice that the absence of evidence would have worked against her this time round. If he had gone to the police, she would be exposed as a recalcitrant crook and people would no longer believe her, no matter how much she denied.

She was further put into shame when she climaxed under Ethan's skilled tongue, a fact she had to live with no matter how much she denied.

She looked around for her clothes and found only her bras and panties next to her shoes, phone and bag.

Ethan had taken away her other clothes. He tossed her another set of clothing at her feet.

A small, bright pink top, and a pair of small light blue shorts. She recognized that they are branded merchandise from the same departmental store. The cutesy cartoon logo on the top can only mean these are...

Children's clothes?!

She stared back at Ethan in disbelief.

"Get out before I change my mind. But this isn't over, you still need more rehabilitation. Remember Dinah, I have your number," Ethan ominously warned before he left the changing room.

Stupefied, Dinah put on her bras and panties before reaching out for those tiny clothing, one size smaller than she liked.

She winced in slight discomfort as she crept towards the departmental store exit, avoiding any customer and staff on the way. Her green bra and straps poked out from that unmatching thin pink top, which stretched against even her sexy small figure and exposed part of her tight midriff. Those shorts barely covered her pert ass, showing off her smooth thighs entirely.

Together with the afterglow of the orgasm Ethan gave her, Dinah felt she had that teen whore look. She did not spend time looking at the mirror to see her smudged lipstick from that blowjob, which would make that description more apt than she thought.

Earlier, she insisted that Ethan not record her sucking cock, and he agreed not to use his phone. She wasn't aware that there was a security camera secretly planted at the top corner of that old changing room.

Moreover, Ethan neglected telling her he never paid for those clothes she was wearing.

It was only her first stage of grief acknowledging her crimes. With another security guard close by the electronic anti-theft exit gates, her ordeal was far from over...