All incidents portrayed in this work are fictitious. All characters are over the age of 18.
Thanks kind stranger for the inspiration.
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He wanted to be anywhere but here. Declan couldn't believe he had to take a job as a mall security cop, but the freelance photo world was slow at the moment and he was still paying off student loans.
For him, the worst part of the job was being stuck in the observation room off to the side of the food court. The old owners had converted a walk in closet to a small room with a one way mirror overlooking the nexus of the mall. The idea was it would give us a good vantage point over the crowds at busy times, but mostly it was just an up close view of saw people fixing their hair or picking things from their teeth. It got old quickly.
Today, however, he was lucky enough to be on plain clothes duty. There had been an uptick in thefts around the mall so the owners promised the tenants an increase of security. Of course, the mall didn't want to hire anyone else, so the observation room just sat empty. Declan didn't mind this, as he much preferred wandering the halls with his head on a swivel than being cramped in a dark room.
It was a hot one today, and the mall was fairly busy for a weekday. Grandparents and students obviously skipping class were the majority of the shoppers, but out the corner of his eye he spotted someone who definitely stood out.
He knew that body immediately - Marci. She was his younger sister's friend throughout high school and did she ever know how to get a man's attention. She was a 5'6", knockout redhead with a body that was born for sin; pert breasts and a toned ass and an attitude that oozed sexuality. He lost track of her when his sister went off to college, but it seemed like Marci stuck around town. Wearing a spaghetti strap teal top and denim cutoffs, she was impossible not to notice in this mall full of seniors.
She made her way across the hall in front of him and into the mall's boutique lingerie store. Declan figured this was as good of time as any to take a break, so he took a seat at the "reluctantly agreed to go shopping with my wife" seats in the centre of the hallway.
He popped open his phone and check if there were any notifications from the other guards, but all seemed quiet today. Occasionally he'd peek up to see what Marci was looking at, imagining what she must look like in the lingerie she was eyeballing. After pursuing most of the store, she circled back to a black lace bra with emerald under the stitching of the cups and causally picked up before disappearing into the change room with it.
He barely had time to imagine what she might look like in it when he saw her coming out of the dressing room and immediately leaving the store. And before he could even wonder what had happened, he noticed something that made his heart sink - a black strap under her teal top. If there was anything he was sure of, it was that she was not wearing that when she entered the store, and she did not go to the register before she left.
Begrudgingly he got up and jogged to catch up with her.
"Excuse me," he announced as tapped her on the shoulder.
She spun around and recognized him immediately.
"Declan!?" She threw her arms around him.
"Hey Marci," was all he could muster while feeling her body pressed so tightly to his.
"Wow! It's been ages! How have you been? Are you still doing wedding photos and stuff?"
"Kind of. Actually that's what I want to talk to you about."
"You want to talk to me about wedding photos?" She laughed.
"No, not quite. I'm doing some security work on the side. Here in this mall in fact. And I happened to notice your bra..."
She was a bit taken aback. "You noticed my bra?"
"Yes, well you weren't wearing one when you went into the boutique, and now you are."
"Do you notice all the mall patrons bras?" She slyly enquired.
"Well no, but I happened to notice you and..."
