This story features descriptions of rough aggressive sex. So if that sort of thing upsets your sensibilities then I suggest this might not be the story for you.
As always the characters involved are all over the age of 18. Comments and feedback are much appreciated.
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"You're late!"
"A few minutes that's all." Terry grumbled, as he marched past Barbara, his scowling boss, and into his cramped little office.
He slumped down into his chair and switched on the panel of monitors. Terry reached for a giant packet of cheese puffs, which exploded all over him as he opened them. "Damn it!" He brushed the bright orange dust from his already pretty stained security guards uniform.
Terry Munce was a slob, there was no other way of putting it. He'd been working security for this cosmetics shop for the last 15 years, and it was by far the cushiest job he'd ever had. He rarely left his office to patrol the shop floor. Instead he'd spend most of his time snoozing, or reading his dirty magazines, only ever really paying attention to the monitors when a hot woman entered the shop.
Apart from his lack of having to actually do anything, there were a few major perks about this particular job which Terry loved. For starters he was the only male member of staff, and aside from Barbara who was short and very overweight, most of the female staff were young and attractive. Terry knew he didn't have a shot with any of them, he was 55 and far from a looker, but he enjoyed flirting with them in the staff room, even taking their scowls of derision as playful banter.
Over the years he had pushed his luck a bit too far with a few of the ladies, some of whom had made complaints against him. Barbara had tried to have him sacked numerous times, but there was never any evidence. It infuriated Barbara that such a loathsome perv was in charge of security, but as he was sub-contracted from an outside company, her hands were tied.
So aside from being surrounded by lots of lovely female staff members, being a cosmetics shop, the clientele of the store was also 90% women. If Barbara knew what Terry was really up to in his tiny office all day, she would defiantly have a justifiable reason to dismiss him. You see Terry had begun putting together montage reals of all the sexiest customers and staff, taped and edited directly from the security footage, plus a few rare up skirt shots, which he'd filmed on his own camera phone when chance arose.
His secret hobby had all started about 3 years ago when the shop had employed a gorgeous 18 year old named Rachel. This girl was a perfect 10. She was a stunning blue eyed blonde, with a mouth-watering pair of 32FF tits. Terry just couldn't get enough of her. She'd swan around the shop in her tightly fitted pink shirts and tiny black skirts, looking like a glamour model straight out of one of his magazines. There was no way he could resist taking the footage home to pleasure himself over her staggering beauty in his own free time.
Rachel had left after 3 months, to move on to bigger and better things, he was sure. Terry had nearly cried the day she had quit. His obsession with her had reached boiling point by that time. Maybe it was a blessing she had left when she did, otherwise he may not have been able to be held accountable for his actions had she stayed much longer.
Fortunately her best friend Emily still worked there, who had even just recently been promoted to assistant manager. So Rachel still popped in from time to time to see her. Terry savoured these rare glimpses of his ultimate desire, she seemed to get sexier and sexier each time he saw her.
He was way too obnoxious to realise that he was the main reason Rachel had left in the first place. His stalking of her around the store, combined with his sleazy 'compliments', were all too much for the then fairly young and innocent Rachel. So now all he had was his grainy video footage of her stacking shelves, but even this was enough to get him salivating. Terry had lost count of the number of times he'd blown his load over the Rachel montage real, imagining what it would be like to get his hands on her magnificent tits in real life.
"Terry! Eyes on aisle 3, there is a suspicious customer." Barbara barked through the door at him.
Terry looked up at the screen just in time to see a rather tall, muscular man, stuffing a number of items into his jacket. There was no way he was about to go out there and confront him, he didn't get paid enough for that, this guy was massive. Bratty kids or little old ladies walking out and forgetting to pay he could deal with, but not this.
"I'm watching him...keep your knickers on." He mumbled the last few words to himself.
The shop lifter made his way to the exit, so Terry felt it was safe to emerge onto the shop floor.
"Well? Did you see anything?" Barbara was upon him the second he emerged.
"Nah nothing." Terry grunted.
Barbara glared at him sternly, but Terry wasn't fazed. "Well there certainly looks to be some stock missing, so I think it's best if you stay on the floor for a while, as a deterrent." Privately Barbara thought that he'd be more likely to deter her regular customers, than he would thieves, but she hated the fact that he could just be sleeping all day in his little office. At least this way she could keep an eye on the old slob.
Terry just shrugged and walked off along one of the aisles. "Stupid cow." He muttered to himself.
"Morning Chantelle." The poor girl jumped, dropping a number of eye shadows she had been sorting onto the floor. She was the newest member of staff. A tiny mouse of a girl at barely 5 foot tall and as timid as one too. She was cute though and Terry had already started adding her to his montage reels. Chantelle had none of the curves which he normally lusted after, but she did have huge doe like brown eyes, which gave the 18 year old an air of innocence that Terry found very enticing.
"M...morning Terry." She looked petrified of him, seeming to shrink even more under his scrutinising stare.
"Let me get that for you." He bent to pick up her dropped items.
