I worked my way through college at an upscale department store. Flirting with rich men to sell obscenely priced clothes wasn't difficult. With my base pay plus my record setting commission, I was living large compared to the other co-eds in my apartment complex.
My best friend Patrick worked in the security department. He spent half of his time patrolling the store and the other half watching the many security cameras. Generally there were two guards on duty and they alternated between tasks. The mall was in an extremely affluent neighborhood with very little crime, so their job wasn't exactly difficult. I knew most of Patrick's time in the camera room was spent stroking his cock while watching porn on his laptop.
For years it was obvious that Patrick had feelings for me. Even though everyone teased us about it, he and I never discussed it. I could see the way he looked at me with a mixture of adoration and lust in his eyes. He never missed a chance to sneak a peak down my shirt or have his eyes glued to my ass as I walked away. It crossed my mind that porn might not be the only thing he was watching while he beat his meat in the camera room. I could practically feel his eyes all over my body as I hustled around assisting customers all day. I'm sure he wore out the zoom button on the security cameras in record time.
One day Patrick introduced me to the new security guard Sean. A little thrill went down my spine (and between my legs) when I saw the gorgeous new guy. I recognized him from school and I knew he was a football player.
Sean was tall, dark, sexy...and as dumb as a box of rocks.. Something about his hot body in combination with his empty head was irresistible. With him I wouldn't have to keep up my end of an intellectual conversation or think of witty things to say. All he would want from me is fucking and sucking which was very refreshing.
Later, during our lunch hour in the mall's food court, Patrick seemed a little flustered. His face red with anger, he told me to stay far away from Sean. Apparently after our early morning introduction, Sean told Patrick he planned to "fuck the shit out of that hot little piece of ass from the men's department".
Naively, Patrick advised Sean that it was a waste of time to even try fucking me. You see, Patrick assumed I was still a virgin. I just couldn't break his heart by telling him the truth. Sure, I had entered college a virgin, but my chastity didn't last long. I grew tired of being the good girl and since then I'd fucked plenty of boys and girls during my 3 year stay on campus.
Of course, I pretended to be totally appalled by Sean's chauvinistic statement. In reality, it made me horny as hell. My pussy was so wet that I was worried I might have soaked through my tiny g-string. The skirt I was wearing was extremely tight and I prayed I didn't have a giant wet spot.
How could I be angry with Sean for wanting to bang me? Fucking him consumed my thoughts all day; my pussy was actually starting to throb. I knew I would need plenty of private time that night, so I hoped my nerdy roommate wouldn't be home. Sometimes I suspected she could hear the buzzing of my vibrator through our thin walls.
The next day, I took extra care to look hot. Wearing mini-skirts was nothing new to me. I wore one every day because I found that it increased my sales enormously. That particular day I chose a very feminine little pink skirt that looked great with my tan. The white oxford shirt I wore was very tight and I knew it showed off my perky tits. Since I am a very petite girl, I decided to wear some sexy heels to make my shapely little legs look longer. With my shoulder length blond hair shining and my makeup a picture of perfection, I knew I looked good.
All morning, every man that walked by did a double take. Some even stopped by to try a dumb pick up line on me. They were wasting their time because I was too preoccupied to care. Patrick had called in sick earlier that morning, so I wasn't sure Sean would be able to leave the camera room all day. That means I wouldn't even have a chance to flirt with him.
It was my turn to do the monthly inventory report which was something I really hated. It meant I would be spending a couple of hours stuck in the deepest darkest part of the store's basement with only myself for company. Little did I know that my day was about to get a whole lot more exciting.
As soon as I shut the door behind me, the stock room phone rang. "Hi...Lauren? This is Sean in security. Just wondering if you'd noticed any suspicious activity in the store today?"
Since this was a ridiculous question, I knew it was just his way of breaking the ice.
Dimwitted Sean didn't beat around the bush for long. "I think you are so fucking hot, I'm watching you right now. Would you please let me see your tits? I'm all alone in here and I'll be sure to erase the tape. We have a football game later and I always play really bad if I don't get off first. Where's your team spirit?" His logic was tragically flawed, but this was exactly the situation I'd been waiting for.
I switched to speakerphone so I could have both hands free. I unbuttoned by shirt revealing my lacy pink bra underneath. Before unhooking my bra, I rubbed my nipples through the material, amazed at how hard they already were. When I finally exposed my tits, I distinctively heard a grunt of appreciation along with the sound of Sean's zipper coming down. He ordered me to get up on the counter and show him my pussy. Once again, I did as he asked. I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs wide. I rubbed my clit through my thong for a little while. Then I pushed the pink lace material aside, revealing my pampered little pussy. I take pride in my pretty twat and I keep it completely shaved at all times.