Maggie flipped through her magazine while keeping an eye on monitor three. A couple of college kids were loitering a bit too long beside the lingerie shop. The other monitors all portrayed various scenes from around the shopping center. Husbands waited idly in uncomfortable chairs while their wives tried on various outfits to elicit false compliments from sales people. The majority of traffic centered around the food plaza where young professionals from the nearby office buildings all congregated for quick, unhealthy lunches. Maggie always found herself judging them a bit more harshly than she should as she ate her salad and went hungry for greasy fried foods.
She didn't mind her job. It gave her time out of the house, away from her mother. The monitors let her watch other people, peek into their lives for a moment. Though she didn't admit it to herself, she occasionally liked to fantasize about spending the day with the odd persons who crossed her monitors. Some of the lunch crowd was so regular that she felt like she knew them, even going so far as to learn their names from the occasional name tag.
One young woman in particular, Patricia, who worked in one of the center's shops became a favorite of Maggie. Patricia was everything Maggie wasn't. Thin and attractive with dark luxurious hair and deep round eyes. Men would go to her kiosk just to drool over her. Some would even go as far as buying the odd little trinkets she sold just so they could have an excuse to talk to her. Maggie had three.
She didn't think that Patricia knew who she was. She only visited the kiosk while in plain clothes. Outside of her mall cop uniform, she didn't believe herself to be the kind of person anyone would notice, especially someone like Patricia. The one thing that gave Maggie an ember of hope was that Patricia never gave the male customers any more attention than required to make a sale.
A knock at the door drew Maggie's attention out of her magazine. She checked the time. 12:17. The next shift didn't start until four. No one ever knocked on her door before a shift change, not even the other security. Figuring a parent or lost child had somehow wandered to the wrong security area, she tossed her magazine on the desk and went to open the door.
"Hi there, sweetie," said Tiff.
Dumbfounded, Maggie watched the woman push past her and into the room. She had never seen a more amazing creature in her entire life, not even Patricia. Tall and buxom, Tiff wore a skimpy cop uniform that would be more at home on a stripper. Her breasts strained against the buttons, threatening to burst out at any moment. A short black skirt barely covered her ass, and any bending would be out of the question due to how tightly it clung to her body. Nevertheless, as Tiff leaned over the desk and gazed at the monitors, she treated Maggie treated to the sight of naked pussy lips peaking from under the garment.
"Who are you?" Maggie stammered out. The unexpected presence of the divine creature made her self conscious as she looked around her workstation. The magazine cover bore a scattering of exclamatory statements about losing weight and getting the perfect body, while empty diet soda cans covered the desk and a wilted, half-eaten salad sat in the nearby wastebasket. "You're not supposed to be back here."
Tiff turned her attention to the pathetic woman trying to muster the courage to stand up to her. "I'm not? But you've spent so many hours wishing for me." Maggie's brow furrowed. "Maggie? Right?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Our mistress knows many, many things. We know about you. We know that deep down, you've always been the little deviant. You're the kind of girl who always wanted to know what it feels like to have your hot, aching dick slip into that juicy little snatch. All those hours writing fiction, desperate for the feel of anything, but maddened for the thought of having your own cock to stroke. We know all your dirty secrets, and we've come to make your wishes come true."
Maggie edged backwards in horror. "What the fuck are you talking about?" She went towards the phone, but Tiff cut her off. The intruder moved with surprising speed. Maggie fumbled for the mace she wore on her uniform belt.
"You're not going to use that," Tiff said. "Why would you when I am here to give you everything you desired? I can make you young and beautiful and give you a big thick cock you can stick in any hot little cunt you can find. I suppose you'll need some proof."
A very pleasant smell filled the room. Maggie couldn't quite place her finger on it, but it summoned up the vague memory of strawberries and cream. The aroma filled her head and made her sleepy, but the woman in front of her kept her rapt attention. Tiff arched her shoulders back, pulling the tenuous threads of her buttons to their limit. Finally, the center one popped and only two remained to hold back her jugs.
Maggie felt a stirring in herself. She wanted to see the brilliant pair of tits swinging free. Tiff smiled at the other woman's excitement, sensing the rising heartbeat of her prey. "Now, Mags, we know a few things about you and a few things about this building, but there's one thing we don't know. That's why we need you. Oh, goodness, I'm about to come out of my top. It's the heat, you know. No matter how I dress, I just get so hot when I go out." Tiff rubbed her hand across her bare cleavage, fingers grazing the top of her tits. She grunted, and her boobs seemed to swell, the titflesh almost oozing over the confining shirt.
Maggie's mouth watered. She'd never been with a woman before, but she'd spent the whole of her life imagining it - the feel of another woman's flesh pressing against her own. Different titties to feel and play with, to suck on.
Tiff continued, "This shopping center has a neat little feature. Everyone was so scared of the bad guys that they built a cage around cages. Each shop has its own security gate and system, but the exterior doors all have separate gates that are centrally wired to this control room. In all of that careful planning, no one stopped to wonder what would happen if the bad guys got locked in with everyone else. Are you paying attention Mags?" Tiff slipped her finger underneath the top button of her shirt. She inched closer to Maggie as she talked, amused at the stupefied woman's inability to resist. "Do you think I should take my top off? My breasts are so full and heavy, it feels so good to just let them out."
