Mall Easter Bunny Part 1 (Easter Special)

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I'd really like that! ***Extended Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story are actors in a play that are consenting adults over the age of 21. None of the characters are related to each other in any way and anything contained in the performance depicted below fall under the Roleplay and Fantasy Kinks respectively. *~*~*~*~* Beginning of Story *~*~*~*~* I’ve been working at the mall for what feels like forever now as a security guard. With my goofy uniform and my goofy bike… I ride around the mall tagging random checkpoints for a living. The reason why I took this job thou was for the countless mall bathrooms that I could visit for a quick tug. I of course kept my distance from people unless they provoked mall security by stealing. That’s when we would arrive and settle the issue at hand. Most of the time the police were called and reports were filed… pretty average stuff. Our main perpetrators were teenagers of course. Children more or less that had just gotten permission from their parents to be at the mall by themselves or with friends. I had been working here long enough to work myself up to manager so I was more or less in charge of processing. Processing was extremely boring and no one wanted to do this part of the job. Which was a bad thing and a good thing. A bad thing because most of the time it’s a routine that takes forever. And a good thing because I am alone in a locked room with someone who might do anything to not get in trouble. Today was one of those good days. It was early in the afternoon which was odd because most of our thefts happened after school was let out for the day. When all of the kids would spill out and flood the mall, buying food and window shopping. We caught wind of a girl walking around the teen jewelry store with a friend looking suspicious. The clerk of that store was sure that the girl had pocketed something small and was keeping her busy until we arrived. I showed up moments later with one of my rookies as I approached the clerk and the girl. Asking them what was the problem, the clerk let us know that the girl had put something in her pocket. Of course the girl denied this but what gave her away was her guy friend rushing out of the store after we confronted her. My rookie went after him as the girl looked down at the ground in shame. I asked her to hand over what she had stolen and she did as she was told. It was some five dollar earring and normally I would have just told her to get lost and never steal again, but I wanted to know a little more about her. She was dressed as if all of her clothes were from this mall’s punk store which was ironic because they are very expensive. Maybe she was a troubled girl? Maybe just a spoiled rich girl thinking she was unique? It was at this time that my rookie came back and gave me the bad news of not catching the guy that ran off. I turned to the girl and gave my age old saying… “Well, looks like you’re alone and in big trouble now.” The girl hung her head and it seemed like a million thoughts were running through her brain. I felt powerful at this moment and I wanted to go the entire distance with her. I wanted to see just how far things could go with her. “Turn around” I told her coldly as I took out my handcuffs and secured her arms behind her back. It was at this moment that she began to cry and my rookie asked me if that was necessary. I turned to him and told him that I would explain it to him later as the clerk went back to her duties in the store. Pushing the girl along, she began to walk with her head down and her arms handcuffed behind her back. Through the mall she walked with us right next to her, guiding her to the security room to where she would be processed. We were going the long way around so that this walk would take full effect for her. Her head was down, but with every step she felt the judgmental eyes of passerby's upon her. Her sobbing at what she was caught doing was the only thing I listened to. I enjoyed this part of the job. Each step she took felt slower and slower as the weight of shame bared down on her. When we finally made it to the security room, I unlocked it with my keys and took her inside, forcefully sitting her down in one of the two chairs. “Wait here.” I sternly told her as I went back outside with my rookie to chat with him. I let the door close leaving her in there by herself, handcuffed, at the mercy of her own fear. The last view I glimpsed was of her crumpled over in the chair… defeated. I walked down the hallway a little bit with my rookie so that the girl inside would not be able to hear. “I have no intention of getting this girl in trouble rook.” I told him. “The handcuffs… the walk… even her sitting in there alone. It’s just to scare her into never stealing again.” My rookie began to nod his head in compliance. I could tell that he understood that I was being extreme because I had no intention of following through. “I’m gonna pretend to process her so that she feels the consequences of her actions and then after that, I’m gonna let her go. Can you cover the normal duties for me for a while the way we usually do?” “Yes Sir.” he complied as he went off to his normal rounds. Finally I thought to myself… I took a deep breathe in and unlocked my door again to enter. She looked up briefly as I could see that the tears in her eyes had washed some of the makeup out of her face. Good. She looked back down before the door swung shut behind me with a thud. The room was small, maybe a little bit bigger than a walk in closet. I had a small desk along the wall and two chairs placed next to each other, one which she was now sitting in facing the other. The wall had cubbies and folders marked with various dates and numbers and the one behind me had small tvs on them showing the many cameras that were placed in the mall. I sat down in my chair facing her. I took a little while to say anything so that the fear could wash over her. I looked at her, examining her attire. She was wearing punk boots that went up to her knees with fishnet stockings into a frilly black skirt. Her arms were behind her back so moving my eyes up, I looked at her anime shirt. She was hunched over so it was a bit difficult to gauge just how big her tits were. I was fairly certain that they were small as I was still trying to guess her age. I wanted to know if she was skipping school so in my sudden voice, I boomed “Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?” She shook from the sudden shock of hearing my voice as she began pleading with me that she will never steal again and how sorry she was. She was looking straight at me with sad puppydog eyes… black and blue eye liner ran down her face. She kept sobbing and pleading as I absorbed all of this moment. Having her at my mercy and begging me was enough for me to grab my crotch and re-situate myself. Her eyes glancing down at what I did and then back up at me as if not noticing that I was getting hard. I looked into her face as I was trying to guess her age. Taking out a pen and clicking it, I asked the question on my mind. She stammered as I began writing things down. After a short pause she whispered to me… “twelve.” I stopped writing since I was expecting her to be a little older than that. “Arn’t you supposed to be in school? What grade are you in?” I replied with concern in my voice. She looked down again as she began to confess, “I skipped school today to hang out with my boyfriend… we are in 7th grade…” Middle Schooler I thought to myself… “So that was your boyfriend that ran off? Class act that guy.” I said sarcastically. Continuing to write things down, the 12 year old girl began to overshare. “He didn’t run off! We are in love! We spend all day together…” “How long have you two been dating?” I asked without a care as to the answer. “Two weeks.” she said sounding serious. “Two weeks, wow” I began “That’s pretty serious.” “Yes, we are in love.” she said over again as if trying to convince herself. “Have you two been physical yet?” I asked while continuing to write. I was doing a good job of hiding the questions that I want to know the answers of. She paused as if she wasn’t sure if she should answer that question. I stopped writing and looked up at her to show her that she was agitating me. “Yes, we kissed in the fire escape earlier…” she whispered under her breathe. This was my go to when it came to steering the conversation to what I want. “So you’re 12 years old, skipping school, stealing, and making out with boys?” There was a long pause as we locked eyes. I was telling the truth and she was busted for it. “I’m gonna have to call the police and your parents.” “No!” she squeaked out “Please you can’t...” “I have to sweetheart. There is nothing we can do.” I reassured her. She looked down as I allowed that to sink in for her. After another short pause I dropped my favorite part of these interrogations. “...unless…” She looked up and repeated the word. “Unless? Unless what? I will do anything, just don’t call my parents.” “Unless you kiss me the way you kissed your boyfriend in the fire escape.” She looked confused as I could see that she was thinking it through. So many thoughts going on behind her eyes right now. I knew she didn’t want me to call the police. I knew she didn’t want me to call her parents. Finally she spoke out, “...but that would be cheating…” I could tell she needed a little push so I brought up the fact that I needed to call the police so that they could take her to jail. “NO!” she yelled out and before she could say anything else I reassured her that if she did what she was told, I wouldn’t call the police. I wouldn’t call her parents. They would never know that she skipped school and was caught stealing. Going with that I mentioned that she would have to keep that from her parents as well, and if she could do that, then she could keep this from her boyfriend easy. “I won’t tell anyone sweetheart, not the cops, not your parents, and not your boyfriend.” I let her think about it and she came up with her answer of “...ok.” I told her to stand up from her chair, which she obliged. There she stood in front of me… this shy and embarrassed vulnerable 12 year old girl with her arms handcuffed behind her back. I rolled my chair towards her and took her by the hips. Pulling her closer, I moved my mouth in as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Our lips met as I began to kiss and lick this little girl’s mouth. She did her best to kiss me back and I could tell that she had absolutely no idea what to do. The way I was kissing her was already too much for her it seemed since she was trouble catching her breathe. I continued to make out with her as I could feel her thighs brushing against my crotch. I had opened my legs fully to get her in closer to me. She followed my lead as I kept kissing her wondering if this was what they were doing in the fire escape, or if it was much more innocent. My hands moved from her hip bones up a little and under her anime shirt. I felt the skin of her waist as she squirmed a little. She had no where to go since I had her locked in place. I stopped kissing her to raise her shirt and get a better look. Up and up the shirt went as her exposed bellybutton was revealed to my eyes. I saw her look to the side in embarrassment as the shirt went higher and higher. “You said only a kiss…” she said while looking off towards the wall. I ignored her knowing that there was nothing she could do with her arms behind her back. Up and over, I pulled her shirt to her neck revealing the flattest chest possible. No bra but two small nipples were there to greet me. I grabbed her by the face and moved her to look at me. Pulling her head down, I told her to hold her shirt under her chin for me. There she stood with embarrassment as well as a little resentment but what she did do was obey. I ran my hands across her chest as I circled her nipples. Leaning in, I looked up at her to make eye contact as my mouth moved in to suckle on her. I could see that her face was getting red and she made no sound or motion to deny me. She just watched as I took her into my mouth and began to pleasure her. She began to make little breathing noises that made me think she was actually enjoying this. I wanted to turn her on. I began to obsess about what was under this skirt of hers. Was her cunny still bald at 12? Was she getting wet from me sucking her nipples? I pulled her in close so that my mouth could keep putting in work. Moving my hands to her backside, I squeezed her butt cheeks pressing her nipples harder into my mouth. She winced again and opened her eyes to watch me some more, making no motions or sounds towards making me stop. I ran my hands down and past her skirt, then changing directions, I ran my hands back up but this time underneath. Feeling the backs of her thighs felt so amazing as I made it to the cup of her butt. Allowing my hands to take all of her in, I squeezed both of her 12 year old cheeks in my hands. It was so supple… so firm… it was perfect for my hands. I felt the fabric of her panties as I pulled my face away and moved my hands to the front. She inhaled sharply as I shushed her, lifting up the front of her black skirt to reveal the oddest thing. She was wearing Dora the explorer panties… at 12? She had all this punk clothing on, boots and fishnets, makeup and stealing earrings… and little girl panties on… I let out a little laugh as she became embarrassed again. This time over something different. “Stop laughing…” she said “My dad won’t buy me real underwear.” “Sure Kid” I laughed as I teased her for liking a children’s show. But what was I thinking, of course she would like this show… she is only 12. “I won’t tell if you don’t” I whispered to her as she looked off to the side again. I made my move to slowly peel these little girl panties off of her. Down down I pulled… smooth skin followed by more smooth skin. No hair had grown here yet as I pulled down further. And then there it was, the beginning of her slit. I was pleased… she was still barren. Still devoid of hair at her age. I looked up once more to see her blushing, her chin still obediently holding her shirt under her chin… her nipples still exposed as the air conditioning was making them hard. I reveled in what I could do next when I heard a knock at my locked door. I took the girl by the hips and made a motion towards my mouth for her to stay quiet. Leaning back in my chair to get a full view of her, I answered. “Yeah? What’s up? I’m busy.” The voice from the other side of the door spoke and I recognized that it was the mall manager. “I got a letter here for you that I think you might like.” The 12 year old girl just stood there in silence as I stared at her. Arms handcuffed behind her back, holding her anime shirt up under her chin. The makeup had dried now from her earlier crying. Those tiny and hard nipples… no breasts at all yet. Her skirt had fallen back into place, but her Dora panties were pulled down around her knees just above where her big punk boots started. Fantasizing about the smell of her panties, I began to rub the outside of my cock as the mall manager spoke again. “Want me to spoil it or do you want me to hand you the letter?” he said. I could hear it in his voice that he was smiling and I had a good idea of what it was about. It was this sudden feeling of joy that made me unzip my pants and pull my cock out. Motioning to the little girl to stay quiet, I began to stroke my cock up and down as I noticed her eyes move from side to side trying not to watch. “Oh definitely spoil it.” I said with a smile as the mall manager. My cock was fully hard and I could feel myself already edging my climax. I listened to the sound of a letter being opened and unwrapped as he began to read. “We have reviewed your application and are pleased to announce that you have received the position of Seasonal Mall Easter Bunny. Please arrive on time for your first shift next week. Changing room for the costume will be in the back. Congratulations!” Precum was flowing from the tip of my cock as her eyes had finally settled on watching what I was doing. “That’s awesome, I will be there bright and early.” I responded while getting up out of my chair. I heard the little girl wince slightly as I lifted her skirt to reveal her perfectly bald cunny. Stroking a little faster, I pointed my cock at her exposed mound. “You will have to select an Easter helper from the applications before then, make sure you get on that as soon as possible.” The manager said, his voice sounding a little closer to the door. “Oh I will get on that very soon… I already know exactly who my Easter helper will be.” I spoke with clear conviction as I began to cum. Spray after spray my cum shot forth as I aimed for her little clit. The first shot hitting her square on her hairless mound. The second hitting the right side of her puffy cunny lips. The third hitting her mound again. The fourth hitting the bullseye… right on her clit. I continued to spray cum on her as most of them hit either her mound or her clit. The cum dripping down her slit and falling into the safety net of her panties. That seemed to be the resting place for all of my cum as it began to pool inside of her Dora panties. “Ok,” I heard from the door “I will leave you to it then,” the manager said as we could hear his dress shoes walking back down the hallway. I finished cumming as I looked up at this little 12 year old girl standing there not knowing what she should do next. “This will be our secret ok.” I said while pulling up her panties and putting them back into place. I felt the squish of my combined load in my hand as I pushed all of it into her 12 year old cunny. Some of it soaked into her Dora panties but most of it started leaking out the sides. I watched as tiny little streams of my cum ran down her thigh, past her fishnets, and into her boots. Moving upwards, my slimy hand caressed her exposed chest as I wiped the remaining cum off of my hand and onto her nipples. Picking up her chin, I let the shirt fall back down as I spun her around and unlocked her handcuffs. She turned and rubbed her wrists as I spoke. “This will be our secret. I won’t call the cops about the stealing and you won’t go to jail, I won’t call your parents and get your in big trouble for skipping school and making out with a boy, and I won’t tell your boyfriend that you cheated on him today.” I heard her shuffle and let out a big sigh of relief. “And one more thing,” I added “I want you to fill out this application for the Easter bunny helper so that I can hire you. Make sure that you lie and put 15 for the age. You’re a pro at lying now.” The little girl looked at me with surprise as she took the paper. “I will expect you to be here on time and do as your told. If you miss any day, I will call the cops for your theft, call your parents about skipping