We are working security in a large female toy store. We sit in front of a bank of monitors as watch with amusement as various women, read the trash magazines, while they rub themselves. There are couple of corners of the store which are dark, just for those couples who think that no one is watching. I just love the night vision units we have.
In walks Cathy, the bitch. We have nicknamed her the bitch because she always causes some commotion whenever she is in the store. The last time she was here, she screamed at a young trim sales clerk with the perky breasts and tight ass.
You remember her? She used to go to the ladies room for her breaks. She loved our rapid deployment wireless vibrator with long life battery and pulsing head. We knew she was enjoying herself because whenever she came out of the restroom, we could smell her pussy, her nipples would be at least an inch long and her cloth covered stool at the register would be soaked through.
We gathered quite a file on the bitch and never could really prove anything. Until now. She walked through the metal detector and it registered nothing. At least she was not wearing anything inside or out. We watched her like a hawk. She walked to the dyke BDSM magazine area, picked up a magazine, looked up at the camera in the ceiling and put her hand into her panties. Then she began to rub herself.
I wonder if we could ever sell all the clips we have of women getting off? We watched as she came, pulled her hand out of her panties and licked her fingers. She dropped the mag to the floor. The bitch has struck again. She walked to the new toy aisle.