Tom guessed he wasn't acting very professional, but he had finally decided to cash in on a few perks of the job. Hell, he'd been working security at the premier shopping mall in the city for six years now and what did he have to show for it? Officially his title was Security Foreman, but since the cutbacks at the mall, he was now in charge of exactly two people, one Security Officer and one Security Assistant.
During the years he'd received three Meritorious Accommodations for traffic control at the theaters when they happened to bring in a first run blockbuster. And don't forget the Humanitarian Services award the day some activist released all the animals in the pet store. He made the front page giving mouth to mouth to the Yorkshire Terrier that got trampled and knocked into the fountain. With such an outstanding service record you he should have gotten a significant raise, instead all Security Foreman pay was cut 5%.
It was while talking to the other Security Foreman, Charlie Davis that Tom learned of the job benefits available to members of the mall's Security Department. Because they didn't have a department handbook, these benefits weren't written down anywhere. Charlie explained to him that they were the unwritten perks of their job.
Tom had been aware of a few of the perks, like free fountain drinks in the food court, provided you didn't hit the same business twice in a week and afterhours use of the beds in the waterbed shop as long as you cleaned everything up afterwards. Unfortunately, even after all these years on the job, that wasn't the half of the perks. Tom remained ignorant of these unwritten benefits until one day he sat with Charlie in the food court.
"You know Tom, I've been working security here since this was a strip shopping center. I watched it grow from four small shops to over a hundred and fifty and now back down to almost seventy. I guess it's time I retired," he said, sipping from his Hot Pot soda cup.
"But you're still a young man and we need you here, the other's especially, these kids need your experience," Tom replied.
"No, it's not any fun anymore. I mean even dressing room patrol at Vickie's Secrets doesn't excite me anymore."
"Dressing room patrol at Vickie's Secrets?"
"Yeah you know," he said, shaking his fist in front of his crotch as if jerking off.
"No I don't know, what do you mean?" Tom asked indignantly.
"Didn't Old Mark tell you when he trained you?"
"He didn't mention anything about Vickie's Secrets."
"Yeah man, that's the only thing that made this crappy job worthwhile. It is amazing what you can see in there, especially since our department got those mini camcorders."
"You set up surveillance in Vickie's Secrets' dressing rooms, surveillance with camcorders."
"Yeah, little hand held jobbies, just sit there and watch what you're recording."
"And how do you set yourself up for this duty?" Tom asked.
"You're foreman, simply sign in for West Wing Camera Surveillance. The camera is in the key lockbox, well, actually, it's on the shelf just behind the lockbox. Now, there's a small hook back there, it's got the grand master key."
"You have a grand master key?" Tom asked.
"Shhhh, keep it down, we don't want anyone to know we got it."
"But you can get in any store..."
"Yeah, that's the idea."
"So the grand master key and the camera is behind the key lockbox?"
"Yeah, it's kind of hidden, the box doesn't quite cover the entire shelf. Just reach behind it and there you go."
"And at the store?"
"Okay, the store opens at ten am. Someone from the store gets there at nine thirty and starts setting up. You just have to get there no later than nine fifteen and go to room 4A. There's what looks like an electrical panel, it's locked, but you can open it with a paperclip. Open the panel and there is a space back there, you simply get there, set up the two camera leads, close the panel and sit down in the lazy boy," Charlie said.
"You have a lazy boy?"
"Yeah, left over from the fire, well actually rescued before the fire, but they wrote it off with the fire insurance. Now look, keep in mind when you do this, you can't come out until they close at nine pm. I usually pack a lunch. Hey, I got to run here, I seem my wife over there," he said, nodding toward an attractive woman about half his age. She waved and Charlie stood up and started walking, waving back at Tom as he did.
That night Tom leafed through his well worn copy of Vickie's Secrets catalogue to prime himself for the next day. The following morning he packed a lunch, came into work, lined up his subordinates with their duties for the day and then checked out the key lockbox. Sure enough, he found the tiny camcorder hidden behind the key lockbox, and yes, there on the hook was the grand master key. He then went to his desk, pulled out a paper clip and put it in his pocket.
After making sure the other security people were out of his hair, he grabbed his lunch bag and headed for Vickie's Secrets. Once at the store he glanced around and then let himself in, quickly locking the door behind him. He walked to the back of the store, grabbing a couple of silken soft panties on his way.
Stepping into the dressing room area, the counted up to 4A, where he stepped inside and then pulled out his paper clip. The panel door opened easily and after setting up the camera leads, he was all set, with excellent views into two separate dressing rooms. By ten minutes after nine, he was comfortably seated in the lazy boy.
Tom sat there basically watching two empty dressing rooms for the next three hours. He'd eaten his lunch before ten fifteen and was fighting sleep when finally he noticed the door open. Moving to the edge of his chair he got himself ready when suddenly he noticed a strange contraption rolling in the door on two wheels. When the two tennis balls on the back end of the contraption slid in the door Tom had to fight the urge to vomit.
He took several deep breaths before looking back at the screen. He had to admit the woman was not unattractive for her age, but when she took off her blouse and slipped off her bra he thought he heard the slap as her breasts fell down onto her stomach. Chills ran through is body as the woman one by one lifted her breasts into several push up bras.
Trying to keep his mind off of the blue veined bulbous breasts, he zoomed in on the nipples, but damn, even those were wrinkled. Zooming the camera back, he looked at the old woman and what the hell, in the sky blue push up bra she looked okay. Okay? Hell she looked hot.
Tom rubbed his eyes, shook his head and looked again. He then checked his camcorder making sure he was looking at the same dressing room, but sure enough, this was the same woman. Looking harder, he confirmed it, there was the walker, and the blouse hanging on the wall looked the same. Wanting to be sure he watched closely and as the woman took off the sky blue push up bra, he gasped suddenly seeing those saggy, wrinkled breasts. The then grabbed a golden colored bra, grabbed a breast and tucked it in, then grabbed the other and tucked it in. She turned and made some adjustments and then turned back and Tom suddenly felt his cock get hard.
He didn't know if it was the shiny bra, the push up feature or what, but he was now looking at an incredibly sexy woman. The bra itself was nice, kind of glittering in the light, but damn, this woman had a nice cleavage showing a good portion of her breasts and they were simply gorgeous.
Tom then noticed a woman stepping into the other dressing room where his camera was set up. He started focusing his attention on this dressing room when he saw the woman coming in the door had to weigh at least two hundred fifty pounds. She hung a bathing suit on the hook and proceeded to undress.
Afraid of what he was about to witness, he glanced back at the other camera, but the old woman was moving out of the dressing room, following her walker. Apparently she left on the gold bra because, even from the back, wearing her old blouse she still looked good.
Returning his attention to the other dressing room he glanced in on what appeared to be acres and acres of skin. He tried to look away, but couldn't, the was simply so fascinating watching that material stretch and the flab bounce as she writhed all over the room working her way into the bathing suit. Funny thing, while Tom's erection had subsided seeing this humongous woman completely naked, looking as how the suit stretched over her ass, and how her breasts looked once the suite encompassed them he found himself getting hard again.
