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Evelyn Barclay, a deceitful, conniving, 22-year-old waitress looked furtively around the empty cafe, a devious expression on her face. The cafe had closed half an hour ago and all the other staff had left. It was her turn to clean up the last few things and lock up.

This was generally an unpopular task, because it meant a longer workday, but Evelyn relished her turn coming around, as she’d been regularly stealing from the takings, and this was the only time when she could guarantee that she wasn’t being watched. She sighed. It had been a long, tiring day, and it was a hot, humid evening, especially now that she’d turned the air conditioning off for the night.

Evelyn was 5’7, tall and slim, but busty – 34C – and with shortish auburn hair, which was immaculately (and expensively) styled, and held in place with hair clips. She was dressed in her usual waitress uniform: a frilly, short-sleeved, white collared shirt; a dark blue skirt several inches above the knee – “the shorter the skirt, the bigger the tips” was a saying every waitress knew; and flat black ballet pumps.

Evelyn’s waitressing job at the cafe was a part-time one. She was in her final year at college. The earnings from her part-time waitressing job helped with her college fees and rent, but she spent a lot on clothes, shoes, and nights out. So, lured by what she thought was easy money, instead of curbing her expenditure, she’d started stealing, to help finance her increasingly extravagant spending habits.

At first, Evelyn had taken small amounts, but nothing had been said about any missing money, so she began to take more and more, amounting to several hundreds dollars over recent months. She didn’t steal every time it was her turn to lock up, as she thought that might be noticed – the devious waitress thought she’d been clever and had covered her tracks. It was typical of her conniving personality.

She didn’t feel remotely guilty either, and didn’t care whether or not her selfish actions were harming anyone. It was typical of her mean-spirited nature, but she didn’t care about anyone else, and thought that nobody had noticed her thefts. But she was wrong. Someone had noticed. And that particular someone had Evelyn firmly in her sights.

Unbeknownst to Evelyn, the cafe owner’s 18-year old daughter, Allie Swift, was watching Evelyn closely at that very moment. Allie had heard her exasperated and deeply-worried father talk about some recent and unexpected business losses that were causing the small, family-owned business real problems in these tough economic times. Profit margins were small at the best of times in the cafe and restaurant business, but these recent dips were potentially disastrous, especially as nobody seemed to have any idea what was going wrong.

Allie was a real daddy’s girl and had started helping her father with the accounts recently. On her own initiative she’d conducted a detailed check of the books: stock levels and expenditure, wages, takings, tips, rent and utilities, and much more besides. But then, on a hunch, she’d cross-referenced the losses with the shift records. Most of the wait staff and other workers were part-time, and there was a lot of last-minute shift-swapping, so it was a complex and fiddly task, but Allie thought it might turn up an efficiency problem somewhere.

After hours of careful, painstaking work, Allie thought she noticed a pattern: figures were compiled on a weekly basis, so a daily analysis wasn’t possible, but all the weeks where losses had occurred were weeks when it had been Evelyn’s turn to lock up on at least one day.

The waitresses and other staff took turns locking up, but by checking the other staff, she could eliminate them, because while some had locked up on some of the weeks where losses had occurred, Evelyn was the only one who’d locked up every single week that the losses had occurred. Allie’s detective work had paid off – she wondered if Evelyn could be stealing.

The realization had hit Allie like a ton of bricks. Her first thought was that she should share her analysis and her suspicions with her father. But she was kind and fair-minded, and reasoned that this might be unfair to Evelyn, and that even if nothing was proven, even voicing the suspicion might count against the waitress in the future. So Allie decided to play detective and find out for herself.

As the owner’s daughter, Allie was a familiar presence in the cafe, often popping in to help out with various chores. She’d made sure to be in and out all evening, but towards closing time had slipped into the back storeroom and hidden behind a large stack of cardboard boxes that she’d carefully positioned at the back of the room.

She’d waited until the cafe was closed, watching through a glass panel in the door, ready to hide behind the boxes if anyone looked like they might come in. But they didn’t, and now Evelyn was the only person left, doing her final clean up of various items, making sure everything was escort bursa properly put away. Allie was watching Evelyn like a hawk.

Allie was younger and smaller than Evelyn. Standing at just 5’1, the slim, sporty teen had long blonde hair, some of which was tied in a thick ponytail that was braided, and came down to her waist. Given the heat and the humidity that evening, the petite blonde was dressed in light blue denim short shorts (that her protective father constantly said were way too provocative), a sleeveless, tight, low-cut pink top that showed off her ample breasts – again, her father gently disapproved – and flat white ballet pumps.

With the chores completed, Evelyn still hadn’t left. Allie peered intently through the glass panel in the storeroom door and watched the waitress closely. Evelyn was looking around the room slyly and then walked over to the cash register, opening it. Allie quickly pulled her smartphone out of the back pocket of her shorts, selected video mode, and started recording.

Allie watched in silent fury as Evelyn slipped a large handful of loose banknotes into her purse, along with some small envelopes of cash which the duty manager had hand addressed to waitresses who wouldn’t be back until next month. It was some as-yet unpaid tip money, but Evelyn figured that by the time the loss was noticed – if it ever was – it would be assumed the money had been misplaced. Even if theft was suspected, Evelyn reasoned that nothing would point to her.

Satisfied with her haul, Evelyn closed the cash register and her purse, a smug and self-satisfied expression on her face. Then she walked into the kitchen, to make a final check that everything had been put away.

Allie wasted no time and immediately called the police, giving her name and location, saying who she was, and briefly explaining that one of the waitresses had just stolen a significant amount of money, and was still in the cafe.

The dispatcher told Allie to wait where she was and said that she’d send a couple of officers, but warned it could take 30 or 40 minutes for them to arrive, because of manpower shortages due to a major incident elsewhere. She cautioned Allie not to take any action herself, but the feisty teenager was furious and was determined to confront Evelyn herself.

Allie told the dispatcher she’d make sure Evelyn didn’t leave, then ended the call, put her phone back into her back pocket, and stepped out of the storeroom. She headed for the front door, which was locked, and unlocked it so that the police would be able to gain access. Then she walked back across the wooden floor of the cafe and towards the kitchen, just as the door opened and Evelyn emerged, purse in hand, clearly about to leave.

Evelyn jumped with fright at the sight of Allie, having thought she was alone in the cafe.

“A-Allie”, the flustered waitress gasped, shocked by the teen’s sudden and unexpected appearance. “Wh-what are you doing here? I-I thought you’d left ages ago.”

Allie eyed Evelyn with a look of anger and contempt, glancing at Evelyn’s expensive, designer purse.

“OK Evelyn,” she snapped, “I figured you were the thief. I was watching from the storeroom and saw you steal. I’ve called the police, and they’re on their way.”

Evelyn’s expression betrayed a mix of shock, fear and panic. She glanced at her purse, then at Allie, and finally at the door. Evelyn’s purse was full of stolen money – around a hundred dollars, in a mix of tens, fives and ones.

Worse still, the envelopes of cash had the duty manager’s handwriting on them, so could only have come from the cash register. She figured that if she left before the police arrived, she could dispose of it all. Allie would tell her father, of course; he’d believe her, and she’d be fired. But it would essentially be Allie’s word against hers, meaning that the police wouldn’t be able to do anything.

But if the police arrived now, not only would she be fired, but she’d be arrested and prosecuted. She’d almost certainly be convicted, and while jail was unlikely, she’d probably face probation, a hefty fine and community service, which could jeopardize her college place and her ability to keep up the rent on her apartment. And she’d have a criminal record, with dire consequences for her future employment prospects.

There was a whole pile of potentially disastrous consequences if she was still in the cafe when the police arrived. She had to get away. And fast. All this went through Evelyn’s mind in a few seconds, and realizing she needed to leave immediately, the panicking waitress shoved Allie hard, pushed her out of the way, and headed for the door.

Allie reacted in an instant, out of a mix of instinct and anger, not caring for a moment that Evelyn was older and taller than her. She grabbed Evelyn as she pushed past, throwing her arms around the fleeing waitress’s waist and tackling her down, both girls ending up on the wood floor.

With görükle escort a cry of shock, Evelyn lost her grip on her purse, which dropped onto the floor and burst open, with some of the stolen money spilling out. Evelyn scooped up her purse and scrambled across the floor, but Allie thrust out her arm and caught Evelyn’s ankle, pulling the older girl back across the floor, with Evelyn losing hold of her purse.

“Let go, Allie,” Evelyn hissed, kicking back at the blonde teen, catching her hard on the shoulder with her shoe, causing Allie to yelp in pain and lose her grip on Evelyn’s ankle.

Again, Evelyn picked up her purse, scrambled to her feet and headed for the door, only for Allie to hurl herself at her, diving, wrapping her arms tightly around Evelyn’s bare legs, bringing the fleeing waitress down hard on the wood floor. Again Evelyn lost her grip on her purse, which slid across the floor, with more of the stolen money spilling out, alongside keys, makeup and some of its other contents.

“Oh no you don’t, Evelyn,” Allie gasped, surprised at what she’d done, but not regretting it for a moment. “You’re not getting away”.

With Evelyn momentarily stunned from having been tackled down on the hard wooden floor, Allie seized her opportunity and quickly scrambled on top of her, sitting astride Evelyn’s back, pinning the thieving waitress face down on the floor. Shocked, angry, and desperate to get away, Evelyn writhed and struggled wildly, trying to dislodge the feisty blonde teen. She kicked her legs furiously, her flat shoes impacting Allie’s lower back, making the blonde cry out in pain.

“Get off of me, Allie, you little brat,” Evelyn hissed. “Let me up. Let me go.”

“N-no way, Evelyn,” Allie gasped, “I’m holding you here until the police arrive.”

With that, the determined blonde, despite being younger and smaller than the woman she’d just tackled down, reached forward with her right hand and seized Evelyn’s wrist. With a strength that belied her young age and small size, she proceeded to twist Evelyn’s arm behind her back, keeping the waitress’s wrist in a vice-like grip.

“Oww – owwwww”, Evelyn whined, “y-you’re hurting me.”

The astonished waitress couldn’t believe her predicament, face down on the hard wooden floor of the cafe, with the owner’s teenage daughter straddling her and pinning her face down, in a position that meant Evelyn’s ample breasts were painfully squashed against the hard floor.

“Stop struggling, Evelyn, or I’ll twist your arm even harder,” Allie gasped.

Allie thought for a moment that the thieving waitress might give up the struggle, but she didn’t, and the increasingly desperate waitress increased her writhing, struggling and kicking. Allie maintained her tight grip on Evelyn’s wrist and had her right arm twisted up painfully behind her back.

The determined teen girl then reached forward and managed to seize Evelyn’s other wrist in her left hand. With the thieving waitress yelling and struggling, Allie managed to twist Evelyn’s other arm up behind her back too.

Formulating a plan, Allie maintained her tight grip on both of Evelyn’s wrists, and forced the waitress’s arms up even higher behind her back, but closer together, Evelyn’s arms crossed at the wrists. In a deft move, Allie quickly changed her grip and seized both Evelyn’s wrists in her right hand.

Allie planned to use her left hand to remove the hair tie on her long ponytail, with a view to using it to tie Evelyn’s wrists together hard and tight behind her back, firmly securing the thieving waitress.

But despite Allie’s fury at the thieving waitress, and despite her being fit and sporty, the feisty teen simply wasn’t strong enough to keep both Evelyn’s wrists pinned in one of her hands.

Driven by anger and desperation, struggling and yelling with rage and frustration, Evelyn finally managed to get one of her wrists free of Allie’s grip, even as the teen girl was using her free hand to reach for her hair tie. Evelyn used her free hand to seize the blonde’s long ponytail, tugging at it savagely, while simultaneously twisting her own body, rolling to one side, causing Allie to lose her grip on Evelyn’s other wrist, and finally dislodging the teen girl from her position astride her.

With Allie having lost her position astride Evelyn, and with the waitress finally having managed to break free of Allie’s grip, the two girls came to a kneeling position on the floor, facing each other, just a couple of feet apart, breathing hard from the exertion, staring daggers at each other.

“D-don’t be stupid, Allie,” Evelyn stammered, stunned at having been tackled down so hard by the blonde teen, and shocked at having so nearly been subdued. Knowing the police were on their way, she was desperate to get away.

Allie stared resolutely at Evelyn and shook her head. “You’re not leaving”.

Before Evelyn could react, Allie thrust out her arms, hands gripping Evelyn’s shirt – a couple of buttons coming off as she did so – in an attempt to restrain the older girl. Evelyn shoved hard at Allie, trying to push her away, then reached for Allie’s long ponytail, gripping it hard in one hand and pulling savagely.

“Oww, owwww, my haaiiiiiiir,” Allie yelped, letting go of Evelyn’s shirt and grabbing the waitress’s wrist. “Let go!”

When that failed to dislodge the waitress’s tight grip on her ponytail, Allie let go of Evelyn’s wrist and decided to pay her back in kind, thrusting both her hands into Evelyn’s carefully-styled auburn hair and pulling savagely, pulling Evelyn’s head from side to side, the hair clips coming out of Evelyn’s hair and falling on the floor.

“Oww, let go,” Evelyn gasped, still not quite believing that the cafe owner’s teenage daughter was physically trying to prevent her from leaving. She was increasingly panicked about the dire consequences that would befall her if she couldn’t escape. She had to get away, but to get away, she had to get the better of Allie.

The girls let go of each other’s hair at the same time, and started slapping and scratching at each other, still facing each other in a kneeling position on the floor. Insults were exchanged, and the two girls clawed and raked at each other wildly. Neither girl had particularly long nails, so while their upper arms and faces had a few scratches, no serious damage was done.

The same wasn’t true of the girls’ tops. Evelyn’s white shirt was badly torn and was hanging open, the remainder of the buttons having been torn off at a point when Allie had a particularly firm grip on the garment, with Evelyn struggling wildly to break free of her grip. Allie’s pink top had fared little better, and was badly torn too.

Given their exertions, the fact that the air conditioning had been turned off, and the hot, humid evening, both girls were soaked with perspiration from their struggle, and breathing hard with exertion. Neither had been in a serious fight before, but Evelyn was desperate to get away, while Allie was absolutely determined to stop her, so the struggle continued.

In a fresh attempt to restrain the thieving waitress, Allie threw her arms around Evelyn’s body and tried to wrestle her down to a supine position. She succeeded, but Evelyn had simultaneously thrown her arms around Allie’s midriff and responded in kind, so both girls ended up lying on the floor, held tight in each other’s grip.

They rolled over and over on the wood floor, hands clawing and scratching at each other, Evelyn’s short skirt riding up to her waist, her bare legs tangled with Allie’s, first one girl on top and then the other.

The two fighting girls rolled slowly back and forth across the hardwood floor, one on top, then the other, occasionally knocking over a chair, and sometimes rolling over the dropped purse and spilled contents – including the stolen money.

There were gasps, groans and grunts of effort as the struggle continued, as well as squeals and cries as they pushed, slapped and scratched at each other, occasionally landing a blow, grabbing and tearing at each other’s already ruined tops, or grabbing a wrist in an attempt to subdue each other.

The girls’ bare legs – damp with perspiration – were locked and tangled together like coiled pythons as the catfight continued, Allie on top, then Evelyn, then Allie again, as they rolled back and forth across the hardwood floor. With legs tangled and feet kicking, both girls’ ballet pumps came off, leaving them barefoot, their perspiration-soaked bodies still locked together in each other’s grips as they struggled.

At one point Allie was on top of Evelyn, virtually lying on top of the older girl, before Evelyn once again caught hold of Allie’s long, thick, braided ponytail and tugged savagely, toppling the teen girl sideways off of her, a squeal of pain escaping Allie’s lips as she was hauled aside.

Seeing Allie on her back, Evelyn moved to pin her, hoping to end their struggle, though panicking so much that she had no real plan. Sitting astride the momentarily stunned blonde she unleashed two hard slaps in quick succession, palm and then backhand, rocking Allie’s head first to one side and then the other.

“OK, Allie,” Evelyn gasped, “th-that’ll do. G-give it up”. Trying to regain her own breath, she stayed astride Allie, looking down at the teen girl who she now assumed was beaten and had given up the struggle.

But Allie wasn’t done and had no intention of letting the girl who’d stolen from her beloved daddy get away with it, and rob her of the chance of some personal payback. With Evelyn confidently assuming the supine blonde was hors de combat, Allie planned her move.

Evelyn’s overconfidence was her downfall – literally – as Allie arched her back, raised her supple legs, wrapped them tightly around Evelyn’s shoulders and brought her legs back down again sharply, toppling the waitress backwards, off of her. With a cry of shock and frustration, Evelyn found herself on the floor, on her back, her overconfidence having caused her to miss a potential opportunity to press home her advantage and end the struggle in her favor.

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