Caught red-handed, Sophia Locke's heart races as Jack Vegas, the store's security guard, confronts her. She'd been careful, but not careful enough. Jack's not interested in the stolen goods, though. His eyes are on her body, her curves filling out her dress in ways that make him question his professionalism. He offers her a choice: strip and let him 'inspect' her, or face the authorities. Sophia, her pussy already wet with excitement and fear, chooses the former. Jack's hands roam her body, 'punishing' her for her crimes, making her moan and beg for more.