Bad Girl Blues 
by Viking
Female con artist gets caught by young girl

 

 

 

     I've never done an honest day's work in my life. Working
nine to five is for suckers in fact I would rather put a bullet through
my head then be some lifeless drone chained to some office desk all day.
When it comes to getting money my motto is, "get it by any means
necessary, just don't get caught".

     My name is Ruby McAllister. I've been doing scams, cons, petty
theft and other illegitimate acts since I was a kid. My specialty is
investment fraud; selling unregistered securities, bogus promissory
notes, etc. I scam mostly senior citizens. I've cleaned out the
savings accounts of many blue hairs and old fogy's. It's
fairly simple; I just work on people's greed.

     First get some gullible old sap excited about a hot tip that they
can triple their investment on. I personally like telling a mark that
their investment is going to be the next Microsoft.

     Second, put the pressure on them that they have to act immediately.
Make it clear if they don't act today they'll be regretting
it for the rest of their lives.

     And third, and most important of all, stroke their ego. Explain how
their friends and family will be so proud of them and how are they going
to spend all the money they make.

     Act charming, confident, and professional and you'll have some
putz giving you their life savings. I had been down south for the last
six months working several retirement communities but was now on my way
back to L.A. I damn near got busted by some FTC agents in South Carolina
and was getting the hell out of there. Some mark I was working on must
have gotten suspicious and called the cops. The cops must have called the
Federal Trade Commission and I almost was heading back to jail. I just
got out with a few belongings before my place was raided.

    I had been on the road for a few days and was getting low on cash, so
I had been doing an old pickpocket scam of mine to earn a few extra
dollars. It's a basic bump and distract sting. Look good,
"accidentally" bump into some guy, apologize, and flirt. Of
course you take the mark's wallet when you bump into him.
It's pretty amateur but I'm not proud when it comes to
money.       

     I was getting ready to go out and pull off another job. I was having
a hell of a time as the skintight black dress I was trying to put on was
giving me a workout. I hadn't worn it in a while and I was
struggling trying to fit into it. I had to suck in my stomach before I
finally got it on. Once I had it on I took a look at myself in the
mirror. God I hate middle age. My big boobs looked spectacular nearly
spilling out of the low cut dress, however the outfit also made me look a
little chubby. The way the black sleeveless dress tightly hugged me; you
could see a small spare tire above my hips.

    I use to have a body guys would kill over. I'm now what you
would call full figure or very voluptuous. First of all, I've
always been a big boned girl. I'm 5-10 and thick, as I weigh around
170-pounds. Mama blessed me with a nice pair of 36-Double-D's and a
curvy bubble butt. I'm not what I use to be but lets just say you
would still take an admiring look at me once I entered the room. I had
turned 42 this past year. Father time hadn't been very nice, as my
once hard body was now getting soft. I could spend some time in the gym
as I was beginning to get a little plump.

     Oh well, no one was going to be looking at my stomach, I thought to
myself as I arranged my big boobs in my bra. I was going to make certain
my two-girls were going to be very visible.

     I smoked a cigarette as I got myself beautiful. I made my thick long
auburn hair big as I tumbled and tousled it. After applying make-up I
accessorized with some jewelry. Big silver hoop-earrings, several chunky
silver bangle bracelets, and a necklace that plunged towards my large
cleavage. When you're pick pocketing you always want to distract
the mark and if they're looking at your tits they ain't
looking at your hands.

     Not bad, I thought as I checked myself out in the mirror. The dress
came down several inches above my knees showing off my long legs. My look
was a little slutty, a little trashy but I was definitely going to get
noticed. I may be getting older but I still look pretty damn good.

    I like using shopping malls to do my work. There are always plenty of
marks to choose from and very few cops. I parked in a ramp attached to
the mall. I felt confident, as I've pulled off this type of pick
pocketing scam many times before. "Showtime", I said to
myself as I got out of the car and walked towards the mall.

    My first target was an old fat guy with a beard in a bookstore. I
pretended not to see him as I paged through a Vogue at the magazine
section. He stood adjacent to me to my right. I could see through the
corner of my eye he was staring at my tits and enjoying what he saw. I
suddenly turned into him quickly, dropping my magazine in the process.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz", I said, as
I practically hugged him. "Quite all right", he said and
picked up the magazine off the floor for me. "Aren't you a
sweetie", I said putting my hand on his cheek. The old fart grinned
stupidly at me as I smiled, winked at him and walked away. "He
probably got his first hard on in years" I mumbled to myself as I
sauntered out of the store. I was good. I had snatched the wallet out of
the inside pocket of his suit coat and he didn't even have a clue.
I had discreetly put the wallet in a large oversized purse that hung over
my shoulder.

    It took me about 45-minutes to pinch about five wallets. I snatched
from three middle age men, a yuppie on a cell phone and a young mom who
left her purse hanging on a baby stroller as she played with her toddler
near a water fountain.

    I was on my way back to my car, coming up an escalator when I saw
another easy target. He was a man in his 60's wearing a suit,
standing right near where the top of the elevator ended. He was holding
several shopping bags for some gray haired woman, who I assumed was his
wife. The woman was talking to another older woman, while he looked bored
as hell. I was nearly off the elevator, so I took a step forward,
"bumped", into some young blonde girl in front of me and then
pretended to stumble a couple of steps into the man. Despite holding all
the bags he was able to put his arms around me and "save me"
from falling. 

    "Excuse me, I'm so sorry!" I said dramatically. I
pretended to straighten out my dress, making my big tits jiggle right in
front of his face. "No problem" the man said, struggling to
quit staring at my breasts. I leaned over, gave him a quick peck on the
cheek and thanked him for being such a gentleman. He had no idea he had
just donated to the cause.

     I'd see how much I got from my take once I was away from the
mall. If anything I had at least a few credit cards to take care of me
until my next gig. My bracelets jingled with my step as I strode
confidently towards my car. I was back in the parking ramp and about
20-feet away from my vehicle when I heard someone behind me say,
"Excuse me miss, I need to talk to you"

    That caught my attention as I pretended not to hear and began walking
quickly to my car. I had just opened the car door and was pulling it open
when someone from behind me pushed the door close with force. I looked
behind me to see a young girl.

    "Excuse me miss, I need to look inside your purse", she
said.

     I looked at the young girl. She was a little petite thing, standing
about 5-4 and maybe weighed 110 pounds. She had long dark black hair that
she was wearing up which was held together with a hair clip. She looked
Italian or ethic with light brown olive-colored skin. The dark haired
girl was dressed modestly as she was wearing a black t-shirt, denim
jacket, blue jeans, with a thick black belt with double eyelets, and
black pointy boots. She had a cute face with dark brown eyes, and long
eye lashes.

    I didn't know what was going on but I didn't like the
looks of it. "Excuse me nothing. There is no way you're going
to look inside my purse, young lady!" I said dramatically, trying
to sound as offended as possible.

    The girl smiled and pulled out underneath the black t-shirt a badge
that was attached to a long chain around her neck. "I'm
sorry, I didn't identify myself. I'm officer Cartelli I work
security at the mall. Now could I please look inside your purse",
she said very professionally.

     Inside my purse were the wallets that I had nabbed. I could play it
two ways, one, show her and accept the consequences or two, get the get
the hell out of there. I chose the latter. I had already done two stints
in jail before and a third felony offense meant serious time. During my
last trip to prison, a 14-month stint in California, I made a vow no
matter what that I would never go back to the joint again. There was no
way in hell that I was going down for some simple pick pocketing scam at
a mall.

     I had been in many tight situations in my days, so I knew I could
handle this kid, hell she was probably some college kid working part time
to pay off her school loans. She looked young, my guess only 21 or
22-years old. She looked like a damn teenager not someone who you would
think is mall security.

     The girl didn't scare me. What made me nervous was the good
possibility a couple of cops coming for backup and getting involved. I
had no idea if she had any backup help coming so I knew I had to work
quickly in case she did. I knew what I had to do: rough her up, leave her
behind a car and get the hell out of there.

     I nonchalantly looked behind the girl as I swept some hair over my
shoulder. Nobody was around it was just her and I alone in the parking
ramp. I smiled politely at the female security guard and said innocently,
"I don't why you would want to look in my purse, but if you
must I'll show you what's in it". I pulled the
oversized purse off my left shoulder and held it by the straps. As I
brought it up to her, I swung it hard towards the girl's head.

    The girl surprised me as she ducked forward just as I swung the
purse. My purse barely grazed the top of her head, knocking off her hair
clip releasing her black hair, which fell just below her shoulders. I
quickly swung the purse at the girl's head again but just like the
first time I just missed nailing her as the young brunette stepped back
at the last possible second.

     I was pissed I had missed her twice so I grabbed the straps with
both hands lifted the purse over my right shoulder and stepped towards
the girl preparing to strike it down over her. I had just taken one step
in the direction of the girl and was bringing the purse up when the
petite security officer surprised me. The little bitch suddenly stepped
forward and threw a solid punch into my nose. The strength of the blow by
the girl shocked me, as officer Cartelli's punch caused me to
stagger backwards. The hit really hurt me as I dropped the purse and
grabbed my nose. I looked down at my hands and saw blood. The little
bitch had nailed me pretty good. I was furious and I charged after her,
my high heels clicked loudly across the parking ramp lot as I rapidly
approached her. The little girl coolly stood her ground with her fists
raised. Just as I was almost upon her she fired a quick jab with her left
fist that smashed into my jaw. It was another shot that's impact
took me off guard. The blow sent me stumbling several steps to my left.
Again the punch really hurt. I grimaced in pain as I grabbed where I had
just been hit. I've been popped by some men who haven't
struck me as hard as this little security girl had.

     "We can do this the easy way or the hard way", the
little dark haired girl said calmly as she put her arms outstretched.

     There was no way I was going to surrender. I tried to calm down. I
thought to myself, "Don't be so wild going after her Ruby,
take your time and kick that little cunt's ass". I raised my
fists and deliberately walked towards the girl. Officer Cartelli brought
her fists up as I approached her. She had an intense look as she eyed me
coming. I swung hard with my right fist but hit nothing but air as the
little girl easily ducked out of the way. Two more hard swings at her had
the same result as she effortlessly danced out of the way. Damn she was
fast.

     She then countered with a jab that caught me in my right eye and
jerked my head back. The shot hurt me bad and left me momentarily groggy.
Officer Cartelli took advantage and released a quick, right-left-right
combination to my face that I didn't have time to block. The last
punch, another hard blast to my nose, sent me staggering backward before
I fell right on my plump ass. As I landed hard on my butt the back of my
tight black dress ripped from the waist up to almost my shoulders. I
instantly felt a draft across my back where my skin was exposed.

     My face was hurting from the young girl's punches. My right
eye was already swelling up. "Had enough?" Office Cartelli
said smirking, as she remained several feet away where she had punched
me. I suddenly realized that she was enjoying this. That made me furious
and a little uneasy. It wasn't that I was losing it was the fact
she was doing it so convincingly. I had fought several women over the
years and never had been smacked around like this kid was doing to me.

     I noticed that my purse was lying on the ground only a couple of
feet away from me. "No more playing" I thought to myself and
quickly scrambled on my hands and knees towards it. I opened the purse up
and dug into it and found what I was looking for. I smiled and flicked
open a six-inch switchblade. Cartelli started moving hastily towards me
as I went after my purse but she stopped suddenly when she realized what
I had in my right hand. I got on my feet and moved slowly after her. I
didn't like using a blade on someone but this was an extreme
situation.

    The security officer had guts, as she didn't run away. She
backed up slowly as I came nearer to her but I didn't see any panic
in her eyes just that same intense look as before. I sliced the
switchblade several times through the air forcing the security officer
backwards. I continued to jab the knife through the air in front of the
girl until I forced her back until she was only several feet away from
the parking lot wall. I lunged with the knife towards her but once again
she stepped out of the way. The little girl then grabbed my right wrist,
which was holding the knife and began painfully twisting it. I tried to
hold on to the weapon but my wrist felt like it was about to snap. I
screamed in pain and frustration as I dropped the switchblade to the
floor.

    Office Cartelli then kicked the switchblade away. I could hear the
knife go sliding away across the floor of the parking ramp. The little
girl continued her agonizing twist on my wrist. I was in excruciating
pain, as I had to drop my right shoulder down to allow leverage on my
wrist as she twisted and pulled it up. I was shrieking in pain when in
one quick motion she swiftly pulled my arm tight behind my back and then
shoved me forward towards the wall. I couldn't slow my momentum, as
I slammed hard into the cement wall with my big breasts taking the brunt
of the force. She held my right wrist twisting my arm behind my back
pulled me from the wall and slammed me again. My boobs throbbed as she
pounded me several more times into wall.

    Finally she pushed me one more time then released her grip of my arm.
This was not going good at all as I was hurting all over. My nose, my
eye, my arm, my tits, almost everything on my body was aching. I was bent
over holding my breasts, which were hurting the worst. My dress was now
ripped in several places in front and was just barely hanging over my
left shoulder. I turned to look where the young girl was at, when I
realized that I couldn't see out of my right eye, which was now
completely swelled up.

     "Ready to give up now?" I heard her say. She was
standing ten feet away from me. While I must have looked terrible the
petite girl looked like she hadn't even broke a sweat yet. I was
hurting but the thought of going to prison motivated me into not
quitting. I hated this little bitch and one way or another I was going to
take her down. I screamed and charged into her. Just as I was ready to
grab her neck she grabbed my wrists and fell backwards to the ground
pulling me with her. I stumbled clumsily with her. The little girl then
put her feet up, as my stomach landed on them as I continued to fall
forward. The girl then pushed up with her feet while still holding my
wrists sending me tumbling upside down over her onto my back on the
pavement. I landed hard on my big ass sending a jolt of pain from my rear
up my back.

     I rolled on the ground several times my back throbbing. I had
enough. I had to somehow get out of there. I had to escape. I managed to
get up and began staggering towards my car, which was about 40-feet away
but seemed like a mile. My dress was completely shredded except for a
portion of fabric that hung around my waist. I stumbled awkwardly as the
heel on my left pump was now broken. I stopped and kicked off both shoes.

    "You don't think you're leaving now do you?"
officer Cartelli said. "I think we have some unfinished business
with your purse to take care of".

     I responded by picking up one of my shoes and weakly threw it at her
and began limping feverishly towards my car. Within moments she easily
ran me down and tackled me from behind. Again my very tender boobs took
the majority of the force as I fell hard face first to the pavement with
the young security officer on my back. As I lay on my stomach she
straddled herself across my back twisting my right arm behind my back.
With her other arm she wrapped it around my neck squeezing it tight. She
effectively used her muscular legs to wrap them around mine while also
spreading them out wide. I was helpless. I was too weak and in too much
pain to offer any resistance. I realized it was the end of the line.
Feebly I struggled to say, "Sto-p-p-p, I give. No-o-o more".

    Officer Cartelli handcuffed my arms behind my back while I lay on my
stomach then used the handcuffs to pull me up to my feet by grabbing the
chain that connected the cuffs together. She led me to the hood of my car
then pushed me so the upper half of my body lay over it. As she
positioned me across the hood of the car I suffered another indignity as
the cup on the left side of my bra snapped and my breast tumbled out.

     The little girl dumped out the contents of my purse over the hood of
the vehicle. The stolen wallets plopped down on the car right in front of
me. "Honey, you are so busted" Cartelli said.

    I think the only thing that can be more humiliating than getting beat
up is to have the person who did it to you parade you around afterwards.
With my arms handcuffed behind me Cartelli held me by left elbow and led
me out of the parking ramp to her office located on the bottom floor of
the mall. I got a good glimpse at how awful I looked when I saw my
reflection in the elevator. My pretty face looked like road kill. My
right eye had a terrible shiner and was closed shut. My nose was swollen
and my lip was puffy and split. Plus I had numerous bruises, scrapes,
marks and welts across my body. I was able to see them because I was now
barefoot and wearing just my panties and my bra. My bra looked like some
ridiculous new fashion as it only held in my right breast. I was stunned
as I looked at the reflection of officer Cartelli as she stood next to
me. I must have outweighed her by 50-60-pounds and was 8-inches taller
than her and she kicked my ass like it was nothing. I hung my head in
shame, avoiding contact with anyone as she escorted me to the
mall's security workplace.

     Although the security officer's office was small it was
surprisingly modern. Cartelli was nice enough to get me a small bag of
ice that I held over my swollen right eye. My left wrist was handcuffed
to the arm of a chair that was in front of the little brunette
girl's desk. The young security officer was working on her computer
getting me prepared to be booked when she leaned back on her chair and
whistled.

    Cartelli looked at the screen of her monitor of her computer and
said, "Well, Ruby McAllister, a-k-a: Ruby Lynn, Ruby Rose, Ruby
Johnson, Ruby Underwood, Ruby Fields, and Ruby LaCroix, you're
wanted by several people". I felt sick, she had just read a handful
of my alias names that I used on my cons. What the petite security
officer had said to me earlier echoed in my head: "Honey, you are
so busted".

    Apparently the FTC wanted their hands on me immediately for my past
transgressions recently down south. Cartelli prepared me for when the FTC
agents arrived to pick me up. She didn't want me to attract
attention walking around half naked through the mall again, so she found
an old women's prisoner uniform hidden away in a back closet. It
was a hideous bright orange colored dress with the word PRISONER
stenciled across the front in dark black letters. The damn thing barely
fit on me. It was uncomfortably way too small as it tightly squeezed over
my big frame. Worst of all the dress just barely covered my ass, as I
continually had to pull on the end of it just so my butt wasn't
showing. Officer Cartelli had a difficult time trying to suppress her
giggles as I struggled with my new uncomfortable outfit.

     Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, the petite brunette
smiled at me and said, "Ruby I got some jewelry I want you try
on". Cartelli held in her hand some shiny silver handcuffs. It was
extremely humbling as the petite security officer shackled me. Here was
this young girl half my size restraining me as I submissively stood
there. First she snapped hinged cuffs on my wrists in front of me and
then wrapped a chain snuggly around my waist that held the cuffs tight
against my body. Cartelli finished up by putting some leg irons around my
ankles and then attached a chain from the leg irons to the chain around
my waist. I was beyond embarrassed as the young brunette stood next to me
admiring her work. She smiled to herself as she tugged on the chains to
make sure they were applied securely around me. I got the impression this
was the first time the young girl had prepared someone for prisoner
transport but I was not sharing her enthusiasm for her work.

     After answering a phone call, Cartelli clapped her hands and said to
me " Ruby your friends from the FTC are here for you. Time to
go". With the leg irons attached around my ankles I was forced to
take small steps as I shuffled slowly out of the office and into the
hallway. Like before, the young girl held a firm grip on my left elbow as
she escorted me. I was forced again to look at my reflection on the
elevator door as we rode up. I was humiliated being shackled in public
and wearing the ridiculous looking tight orange prisoner dress.

    Before we reached the floor where Cartelli was dropping me off to the
FTC, a mother and her young daughter, stepped onto the elevator. The
young girl, who must have been about six or seven, looked at me with her
eyes wide. She stood behind her mother holding onto her leg. "What
did that lady do mommy?" the girl asked innocently. The woman
looked at me and then looked down at her daughter and said, "She
was bad".