Sarah's eyes flicked up from paperwork spread over the conference table as Paul brought a man into the office. The man was average in height and looks, mid-40s, and refused to wear the usual hang-dog look of people who interacted with Sarah. Paul's hand was locked around the man's upper arm, propelling him into the small conference area. Sarah refused to refer to it as an interrogation room.
"Jesus, we're only mall security," she had said a year earlier during her orientation, "Not some elite police squad."
That had gotten laughs, a good start. Her work over the past year had gotten respect from the other security officers. Flash forward to today.
"We caught this perv flashing women at Lorraine's. He was in the changing room, leaving the door open. The sick bastard is all yours," Paul said, releasing the man's arm.
"No, I wasn't," the man said, rubbing his arm and assuming the pose of a man unjustly insulted, "I was simply trying on pants."
"Whatever, shithead," Paul said, handing Sarah a clipboard. He closed the door on his way out, snarling something about fucking nasty people.
Sarah looked at the clipboard of information.
"So... Larry..." she said, "Did you flash women by leaving the changing room door wide open?"
"Dear lord, no!" he said, "I may have bumped the door accidentally since those locks don't work too well and the changing rooms are tight quarters, and let me tell you..."
He launched into five minutes of denials, reasons for, and examples of his innocence. A simple explanation may have worked just fine but the excuses piling up stank to high heaven. Sarah let him talk. She heard it before and it seemed to be the same story over and over. She was convinced of his guilt by the end of his monologue.
Me thinks he doth protest too much
she thought to herself.
"You know," Sarah said, cutting him off midsentence, "It's too bad you weren't doing it."
"What? Why?" he asked.
"Between you and me," she said, eyes casting about the room, voice lowered, "I'm into it."
"Into what? I don't know what you're talking about," Larry said.
"You know, CFNM. Clothed-female, Nude-male. I like it," she leaned forward, a look of conspiracy covering her face.
Larry leaned back in his chair, no words coming out. His eyes went narrow with confusion and distrust.
"You know why I got this job?" Sarah asked after a minute of silence. Larry shook his head.
"I thought they had cameras in the dressing rooms," she said, voice low, "I was thinking Macy's and Nordstrom's would have their men's sections covered in cameras and I could come in here, get trained real quick, and get paid to watch men strip down to try on clothes."
Larry frowned, his mouth pinched, uncertain.
"But I got better than that," she said, leaning the chair back on legs, mimicking Larry's posture, "Once every so often, we get these show-offs, these exhibitionists, and they go crazy recording themselves flashing. We had a bust a month ago, an old man with a huge dick standing almost nude in the men's bathroom room over by Banana Republic. And he was getting it all on his iPhone. They brought him in here and I talked him into showing me the video."
She waited, a Cheshire cat grin settling on her face.
"And...?" Larry finally asked.
"Well, I can't masturbate right here in the office, not with people around," she said, "But as soon as I got home, I rubbed out an orgasm that make my legs shaky for a half-hour. It was so hot. I love it. I even thought about letting the old man get a quick peek of me too but... I like this job too much. I couldn't risk it."
She rocked forward, her chair back on the ground.
"He did, though, give me his profile name and his favorite website. I went online to go watch him in action. He flashed bus riders from his car. That was his thing. It was sexy that he was old and had a big fat dick that got hard. If I weren't married, I probably would have fucked him or at least jerked him off. I like to think about that, jerking off a man in his car in the parking deck downstairs. Especially when people are walking around. I'd make him strip nude first, of course."
Larry calculated.
"So, say I actually did the alleged thing. Would you want to see?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," Sarah breathed, "Would you turn down titties texted from a woman? Just don't expect a handjob."
"And then what happens?" Larry asked, hope creeping into his voice.
"Paul, the security officer who got you? He's already out on the floor again. He doesn't concern himself with this part and he expects I'll have you arrested by PD and clean you off the streets. But, in reality, you head out to the parking lot through Macy's and you won't run into him. I'd suggest not playing here again, though. He can get... aggressive... And do you post videos online? I'd love to see what else you have. Just jot down the site and your name. I'll hit you up later."
Larry shook his head, amazed at his luck.
"Here," he said, pulling out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times and there it was, him filming his erect penis through the sizeable gap in the open door of the dressing room. Women walked by, either not seeing or glancing down looking shocked.
"I was also in Nordstrom's earlier. If you actually had cameras in there, I would have given you a show," he said, puffing up with pride. The same point of view played on a second video, Larry exposing his genitals to women.
"That's perfect," Sarah said as Larry put his phone away. He wrote down a website and user name and pushed the slip of paper toward her.
"Here's the rest of my work, too," he said, "Please let me know what you think."
"I'm sure it's great stuff," Sarah said as she pushed a button under the desk. Two uniformed police officers moved into the office and hauled Larry up out of his chair. He sputtered a protest. One held him facedown on the desk while the other yanked his arms behind his back. Handcuffs clicked into place.
"Larry Hodges, you're under arrest for suspected indecent exposure and aggravated indecent exposure. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer any questions. Be aware that anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney...."
Sarah didn't wait for the rest of the Miranda Warning. She walked out of the room, giving the real officers space to work. She stood in the hallway just outside the security office, laughing to herself. Mr. Keane, the head of security, strode over.
"That was well done, Security Officer Hutcherson. You are an asset to this unit. In fact, take the rest of the day off. I'll still pay you for it" he said before walking in to join the real cops.
Anne, another security officer, walked over.
"You play that role too well," Anne said to Sarah, "I would have thought all that actually happened with the old guy in the bathroom. What a story. Are you sure you aren't a sick, twisted bitch deep down inside? That seemed too good to be made up on the fly."
Sarah laughed, shook her head.
"I'm pretty vanilla," she said to Anne, "I don't need anything fancy to get me going."
Anne shook her head laughing, "You fooled me. Anyway, don't let me hold you up from going home early. Good for you. It couldn't happen to a better person here... except, you know, me."
Anne laughed and walked back toward the stores, on patrol again.
Sarah hung her duty belt and gear up in the small locker area. She grabbed her keys and headed out into the beautiful sunshine, the smell of flowering trees floating on the warm afternoon breeze. Her hand reached in and fingered the piece of paper in her pocket. She smiled, now having something to do tonight.
It was too bad Kevin was on a business trip. He was gone for a few days every other month and Sarah missed him, especially today. She didn't lie to Larry when she told him she had run into the occasional flasher at the mall. She always did the security intake when they were caught. Management loved that she could elicit confessions to simplify things. Her coworkers loved that they didn't have to look at penises and have uncomfortable (for them) conversations with wackos. Sarah simply loved seeing dicks. It turned her on. Had Kevin been home today, she would have jumped him and rode his cock to a nub thinking about that Larry guy and his videos.
Sarah pulled into the driveway and let herself into the house. She walked through the kitchen to the living room in the back and looked out the massive picture window. It opened to the backyard and, further, acres of empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Bits of colorful trash fluttered in the wind, caught in the chain link fence separating her property from beyond.
She faced the window and undid the buttons of her uniform blouse. It was a button-down long-sleeve shirt but there were enough retired Marines on the security team that their verbiage crept into the everyday language of work. Apparently, they called shirts blouses, or had at some point. Sarah couldn't help but think of it with that word.
Button by button, a thin line of pale skin, now a peek of bra, and now lean torso and bellybutton came into view. Sarah peeled her shirt off, standing in bra and long pants in the window. Next, she undid the snap of her pants and slid them down her legs. She stepped her feet out and kicked the puddle of cloth aside. She reached behind her, undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled it off her chest in one quick motion.
Sarah enjoyed this moment. She liked standing topless in panties in the window. She only owned dark-colored pairs to set off the lightness of her skin. She rested her forearms on the glass above her head, pulling her breasts up and feeling more exposed. She pretended the store was packed and people were getting an eyeful of her toned, lean body. Closing the distance to the window, she pressed her tits against the glass and imagined a man out walking his dog along the fence. His gaze would swing up at her, his eye would open wide, and he would stop to let his dog sniff while Sarah gave him an eyeful. She would turn around, take her panties off, and show her body, front and back. The man would go crazy when she leaned over and gave him a view of her pussy from behind. She'd watch him glance around, pull his dick out, and stroke for her while he stared. He would never know what her face looked like since his eyes would be glued to her body, visually groping her, scanning her bottom to top, at least as far up as her neck.
Heat and wetness flooded through her. She pulled her panties off, stepped away from the window, and went upstairs.
The shower warmed within moments and Sarah stepped in. She took the hand-held and placed it on the low holder. Kevin rigged it at the bottom of the shower caddy so Sarah could do exactly this. Warm water pulsed up between her legs and she moved her hips, riding the showerhead. Orgasm built and she pulled her body back to prevent finishing. After a minute of coming back down, she again stepped into the stream of water, teasing herself, pleasuring her clit, building closer to explosion.
Sarah turned the shower off before she came. She toweled off, heat radiating up from her low belly, and put on a thin blue robe. She went back downstairs and perched on the stool at the kitchen counter and opened the laptop. The computer popped on with a click and the quiet hum of the fan.
Sarah preferred her porn on laptop, not phone. She liked seeing the details. She looked at the slip of paper and put in the website. She already had a profile there so logging in was quick. She found Mr. Larry Hodges, named LQQKandCEE, and scrolled through his saved favorite pics and videos. Very nice. Public nudity, both male and female. Here were women walking nude through streets and cities or stripping in parking lots. Nude beaches, yep, beach sex, yep. Some dogging and gloryholes, very sexy. A few of the videos and pics were saved on Sarah's favorites too.
She clicked on his uploads.
