Mall She-Curiousity

I was ushered into the security office where I was greeted by a tall, dark-haired woman. She was dressed in a violet silk blouse with the top two buttons undone. I could see the tops of what looked like very nice breasts. She also had on a short, black skirt with a slit on the side, dark pantyhose, spiked shoes—what they call "fuck-me shoes", and had a gold ankle bracelet around her left ankle. She dismissed the security guard and invited me to sit. I took the chair in front of her desk.

"Do you have any idea why you were brought here?" she asked.

"No, not really," I replied.

"You hit one of our light poles as you were backing out of your parking space. We saw it on the video camera."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I backed into anything. I sure didn't feel anything."

"Sure you didn't. Listen, do you know how many times people run into mall property and then just drive off without reporting it? That's why we put extra cameras in the lot. To catch people like you who don't think they have to pay for their screw-ups."

"Really, if I did hit the pole, I didn't realize it. Believe me, if I had caused any damage I would have reported it."

"Oh, you would, would you? Yet you sit here in my office and claim you didn't hit the light pole. Maybe I should just call the police and have you charged with hit and run destruction of property. Would you like that?"

"No, there's no need for that. I'll pay for the damage if I did hit anything. I just wish I could prove to you what kind of man I am—that I wouldn't commit a hit and run."

With this she came around her desk to stand right in front of me.

"So you want to prove what kind of man you are, do you? Maybe there is a way for you to do that," she said as she began to unbutton the rest of her blouse. It opened to reveal two beautiful, full tits in a violet demi-cup bra.

"Wha—what do you mean," I stammered.