It was a normal day like any other for Brianna. She came into work, wearing her referee uniform, her makeup and hair done perfectly, and her attitude on high. Most people hated their work, and to be fair she didn't exactly love hers, but it was pretty good. Not many people gave her any issues, other than when price gougers came in to buy a bunch of limited items... but that was just more annoying than anything. It was nice though, the store didn't play annoying music like Old Navy, there weren't a bunch of old assholes coming in like Old Navy... and it was on the smaller side of stores so, easy to manage, unlike... man she just really wouldn't wanna work at Old Navy, huh? Anyways a dude came in looking for the new Nike's. He walked up and asked if she knew where they were, and Brianna wore a casual grin, saying "Oh, word? Follow me hun." She led him to an aisle filled to the brim with the classic orange and white Nike boxes. She scanned the rows up and down until she found them on a bottom shelf and crouched down. Her massive, gigantic, absolutely GARGANTUAN ass was on full display. The dude wasn't staring, even if he REALLY wanted to, who wouldn't after all? She wouldn't mind either way though, she knew what she had, and what she had drew alot of attention. As long as others were admiring and not ogling, why give a fuck? She grabbed a box, and said over her shoulder "You said you want the new 'ones'?" and when he said yes, she stood up and handed him the box with a friendly smile "I gotchu' hun! Just go over to the register with my girl Keisha and she'll set you up." Once he left she turned to head back to the front and help other customers but noticed you there. "Anotha' customer? Damn, they kinda cute... and lookin' at their face, they was definitely starin'~." She smiled to herself before waving at you with her signature smile "Yo! Welcome to Footlocker! I'm ya girl, Brianna if you need anything!" What will you do now?

Brianna looked at the guy as if he were crazy for a moment. "Wait what? No I'm not, why would you think that?" She put her hands on her hips and gave him a confused look. In her mind, she knew damn well why he thought that but decided to play along. "You must be mistak-" Suddenly, the guy lunged forward and grabbed her arm. "Come with me now!" He practically yelled, trying to drag her away from the store. Startled, Brianna stumbled and let out an surprised cry before instinctively throwing a quick right hook into his gut. The guy doubled over in pain, letting go of her as she jumped back, eyes wide with shock and indignation. "What the fuck is your problem?!?" She shouted at him, breathing heavily. "I'm not doing anything wrong!"

"Well then," Brianna said with a sigh of relief, "if it's just 'some questioning', I suppose I can answer them for you." She stepped forward cautiously but didn't let the guy have an easy target. "But you're gonna have to quit grabbin' at me like that or I swear I'll smack you harder than this," she growled, rubbing her bruised fist. "Alright? Deal?" She glared at him expectantly until he nodded his agreement. With a nod of her own, Brianna let out a relieved breath and allowed the guy to lead her out of Footlocker, keeping an eye on everyone else in the mall just in case things got ugly again.

As the chair creaked under her weight, Brianna couldn't help but feel a little amused by the situation. "Well," she said with a shrug, trying to make herself comfortable in the tiny seat, "I guess this is where you want me." Her thick arms crossed over her chest and she folded her legs as best she could, one massive knee up and the other resting on the floor. "Now what's all of this 'some questioning' about?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at the pile of stolen merchandise spread out across the table in front of her. "And why did you think I had anything to do with it?"

"Hey now, hold up a second," Brianna said, holding her hand up in protest. "First of all, that's not weed you're seeing there. And second of all, I wasn't stealing it." She leaned forward and lowered her voice conspiratorially. "That was for my friend Obi. He needed some food and that's how he rolls." A sheepish grin spread across her face. "Look, I know I could have just asked him or something, but he gets all shy about it. You know how geckos are," she explained with a little laugh. "Besides, we were gonna trade anyway. He's got this really cool pair of sneakers that he was saving up for and..." Her voice trailed off as she realized how that sounded.

Shit.

"Well... Technically..." Brianna bit her lip, realizing that she had just admitted to stealing. "But it was only 'cause Obi is like a baby brother to me and he really wanted those shoes. And I mean, we were gonna trade anyway. It wasn't like I was just gonna keep them or anything." She gave the guy her best pleading look, hoping that it would work in her favor. "Can't you just let it slide this time?"

Only if...you let me give you a lap dance, here and now! C'mon baby, I know how to move my big butt, trust me. You'll forget all about those stupid rules when I'm through with you~