“I don’t sleep on the job,” Terry said.
“C’mon, let’s go see the beds.” She started skipping off towards the Sears. So Terry followed. He reluctantly opened the gate to the store and then he kept a close eye on Erin, making sure she wasn’t secretly nabbing anything off of the many shelves. She ran up the powered-down escalator and then she threw herself onto one of the plump, pre-made beds. “C’mon,” she said, waving Terry over. “Live a little.”
Terry looked around. Just downstairs was where Phil and Candy were arrested. Phil may have been a shady bastard, but he still managed to last twenty years. Terry wanted to at least last one year. He crawled onto the bed with Erin. She giggled and then rolled on top of him. Then she looked around. It only took her a few seconds to spot the camera that was pointing down at them, glowing with a red light. She waved. Then she turned to Terry. “How many people do you think lay down on this bed every day? One hundred? More?”
“I don’t know,” Terry said, feeling awkward as Erin straddled him.
“Hundreds of people have laid on this bed, but no one’s ever fucked on it. That’s weird, don’t you think?”
Terry shrugged his shoulders. He felt his face turning red. “I don’t know. Is that weird?”
“We can be the first,” she said with a big smile. Then, without waiting for his reply, she pulled her black sweater off of her body, revealing her perky bra-free tits. She tossed the sweater aside and then she shook her beautiful jugs from side to side. Terry’s lips parted as he tried to say something, but he couldn’t think of what to say.
Then Erin bent down and kissed him on the lips. She had soft lips. She was soft all over—and warm. Terry placed his hands gently on her pale sides and he ran his hands up and down. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding. He knew he was breaking more rules than he could count, but he could see no reason to stop. Technically, he wasn’t really doing anything worse than playing video games for hours at the Game Stop.
“I feel so naughty,” she said, smiling while biting down on her tongue.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” said Terry.
She stood up and then she tugged down her black jeans, along with her black panties. She had a large, dangling labia. She took a step forward and then she sunk down, pressing that beautiful pussy against Terry’s lips. “Eat me out,” she said.
Terry hesitated. The security room was left unattended, and that Game Stop was still unlocked and opened, with that Halo game still running on that demo Xbox. If Terry’s boss suddenly showed up, he would be beyond fired. Hell, he might even be arrested; surely having sex in the middle of a department store isn’t legal.
But he still went ahead and ate Erin out. She became wet quickly. It was only a few seconds before she started grinding her warm meat lips against his face. She grabbed her tits firmly and squeezed, letting her nipples poke out between her fingers. She had thick, heavy thighs and a large ass, which almost smothered Terry once she started grinding hard. He had to hold her hips with her hands, so she wouldn’t press down too hard and suffocate him.
She spun herself around, keeping her pussy on Terry’s lips. Then she bent forward and pulled Terry’s cock out from his pants. She started sucking. It felt good. Terry could feel his shaft getting harder and harder. She used one hand to massage his balls and the other hand to hold his cock upright. “You’ve got a nice dick,” she said with a grin in her voice.
“Thanks,” Terry said, but it ended up coming out more like a question. His heart was still pounding. He knew that his boss likely wouldn’t come to check on him at such a strange hour of the night, but what about vagrants? What about criminals? What about Phil, who still hadn’t gotten the revenge he swore he would get?
Terry felt Erin’s hand shifting around. One of her hands moved down below his ball sack. She extended a finger and then pressed her fingertip against Terry’s butthole. She teased around in a circle for a moment, and then she pressed in. Terry became tense as he let out a gasp. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“Oh, relax,” she said. “I’m making the blowjob better. Trust me—you’ll like it.”
Terry remained tense. He didn’t like it. He could feel her whole finger inside of his body, where it didn’t belong. She started pushing it up and down, fucking him with her finger. It felt strange and unnatural, but he wanted to remain open-minded, so he did his best to relax. “That’s a good boy,” she said. And then she kept sucking.
And she was right—it did feel good. Terry could feel his orgasm building up inside of him, tingling all around his crotch and his asshole. He took a series of deep breaths as those dangling lips pressed firmly against his face. He kept licking, though it was getting harder and harder to focus. His mind was spinning. Now Erin had two fingers in his asshole, and she was plunging them up and down quickly. “Fuck,” he groaned, and then he let his head fall back. He couldn’t eat her out anymore—the pleasure between his legs was too intense, and it required all of his focus.
But Erin didn’t seem to mind. She just let her naked body rest on top of Terry’s while she fingered his asshole. She stopped sucking, and Terry hardly even noticed. She just let his erection sit idly on his abdomen while she burrowed a third finger into his tight anus. She was plunging those fingers quickly, as if she was masturbating her own pussy. “You’re so tight,” she said. Terry closed his eyes. He felt humiliated but elated at the same time. He started to squirm as that pleasure grew stronger, buzzing harder inside of him.
Then he heard Erin gasp. He opened his eyes and saw that his cock was blasting cum across his chest. She wasn’t even touching his cock. She didn’t stop plunging those fingers while watching the cum eruption with glowing eyes. She let a giggle slip, and that humiliating feeling became ever worse. “Oh, don’t be so shy,” she said.
Terry felt suddenly depleted, as if all of his energy left his body with that massive cumshot. He remained still on the bed, even after Erin sprung to her feet. “I thought we would have sex, but I guess not,” she said. Then she giggled. “It’s fine, though. I came a few times on your face. Do you want to come try on clothes with me?”
“What?” Terry said, sitting up slowly.
“Try on clothes,” she said again, louder, as if the problem was Terry’s hearing. “I never get to shop at the mall because it’s always too busy. I never feel comfortable trying on clothes. But now we have the whole mall to ourselves.”
“I can’t let you steal anything,” Terry said firmly, with the image of Phil and Candy in his mind.
“I’m not going to steal anything. I’ll just see what looks good on me, and then I’ll come back during the day to buy what I like. That’s not so wrong, is it?” And Terry had to think about it. Was it wrong? Could he let her peruse the mall to try on clothes? What else did he have to do?
So he unlocked a few stores and then he stuck to her closely as she entered the first. Her clothes weren’t baggy enough to hide much under, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t slip some costume jewellery into her pockets. She approached a rack of dresses and started flicking through the options. Of course she pulled out the blackest dress and then held it up to her body. “What do you think?” she asked.
Terry looked around. “Remember I have to put everything back to the way it was before the morning,” he said.
She laughed. “Don’t worry. You worry too much.” She held out the dress.
“What do you want me to do with this?” he said.
“Try it on.”
“Are you insane?”
“What? I think it would look good on you.”
“You’re aware that I’m a male, right?” His heart fluttered. He knew Erin was quirky, but he didn’t realize she was this quirky.
“Oh, quit living in the past,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with being a girl every now and then. C’mon. Try the dress on. Just entertain me.”
And then Terry found himself holding the dress, already feeling like an idiot. He looked down
at it and then he shook his head. Maybe he could put it on just to show her that her idea was ludicrous. “I still think you’re insane,” he said as he slipped down his pants and pulled off his shirt. He wriggled his body into the dress. It fit surprisingly well, though it was quite tight at his waist. “That looks good on you,” she said, pointing at a nearby mirror.
Terry reluctantly walked over to the mirror. He looked at himself, and then he watched the colour drain from his face. The dress didn’t look bad, as long as he wasn’t looking up at his face or down at his hairy legs. “Here, put the panties on. Your boxers and killing your look.” She handed him a pair of black panties. So he reluctantly slipped out of his boxers and into the tight, lacy undergarment.
Then he looked back at Erin. “This is so silly,” he said, and then he noticed she was gone. “Erin?”
He heard her distant snickering, coming from outside of the store. Terry, in his little black dress, rushed out from the store and into the mall. He saw Erin bolting around the corner. He had to catch her before she reached the exit. He couldn’t let her steal anything. So he started running. The air lifted up his dress, exposing his tiny panties. He held the dress down, feeling the cool air teasing his exposed legs. “Erin, stop right now! If you don’t stop, I’ll have to call the cops!”
He nearly stumbled around the corner. The marble floors felt icy cold on his bare feet. But he hadn’t made up any ground. Now, Erin was even further away, nearly at the door to the back hallway. From there, she would easily be able to find that loading bay door where she came in. “Stop!” Terry yelled again as he heard her giggling.
He ran as fast as he could. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. The mall was a giant mess; he couldn’t actually call the police. The Game Stop was still open and that Halo game was still running, the Sears was still open and the bed sheets on that bed were still ruffled up, and there were a few different women’s clothing stores left open. This wasn’t going to look good…
He threw the hallway door open and then he sprinted around the corner as the last of his hope was starting to run out. Then, he ran right into Erin. She grabbed him with a big hug and then they both fell down to the ground. She couldn’t stop giggling. “You didn’t really think that I was robbing that store, did you?” she said, looking into his eyes.
“I don’t know,” he said. He couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t nearly as exhausted as him. “I can’t lose this job.”
“You aren’t going to lose the job. You just need to relax,” she said. Then she looked down at his dress-clad body. “Don’t you think we would make a cute lesbian couple?”
Terry jumped up to his feet. “C’mon, get up. I need you to help me clean up. The morning guy is going to be here in a couple of hours.”
“I’ll only help you clean up if you dress up like a French maid. I saw the perfect outfit in the lingerie store next to the Sears.”
“I’m not doing that,” Terry said.
“Please! Do it for me. It would make my night. Besides, I might have messed a few other things up while you weren’t looking. You want me to clean all of that up, right?”
Terry sighed, and then he reluctantly found himself in that lingerie store, getting naked and then wriggling into a tight French maid outfit. While he was doing up all of the little straps, Erin snagged a long blonde wig off of a mannequin. “Put this on,” she said. But she just went ahead and put it on his head for him.
“I feel like an idiot,” he said.
“Well you look hot,” she said with a bit grin. Then she slapped him on his exposed ass. At least she kept to her word, helping him get all of the stores back to the way they were. She even did a spectacular job making the bed in the Sears. “I worked at Sears when I was a teenager,” she said. “You just helped me live out an old fantasy of mine.”
Terry got all of the gates locked up and his Halo game put away back into its secret place. “Thanks for the help,” he said.
“Thanks for being so sexy,” she said. And then he remembered he was still wearing the ridiculous lingerie. “You’d better get that put away before that morning guy shows up. I should be going. Tonight was fun. We should do it again sometime.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. Then she started towards that loading bay exit. “I can just let myself out, right?”
“Yeah,” Terry called back. And then she was gone. He rushed over to the lingerie store and found his work outfit. He was about to take off the French maid costume, and then he caught his reflection in the mirror. With the blonde wig, he actually didn’t look too bad. The blonde fringes framed his face in a flattering way, and the outfit’s tight corset gave him a surprisingly feminine physique. He turned to his side to admire his surprisingly perky butt. He gave his bum a little shake as his heart stuttered.
It may have been a stressful night, but it was kind of fun—and it was exciting. Terry had never been much of an adrenaline junky, but he could understand the draw, especially once he made his way back to that security room, before those idle monitors. The room was quiet and everything was still. And that stillness suddenly seemed unnatural.
CHAPTER VI
The next night, Terry didn’t feel like playing video games. He loaded up that Halo game and had it beat before the end of his first hour. He looked through the store for another game to play, but nothing caught his interest. He tried to play one of the yet-to-be-released games from the back room, but it didn’t hold his attention for more than ten minutes.
He wandered the mall halls and looked into the various stores, hoping to spot something to do. He wandered through the board game store, but there was nothing there for him. He went into the bookstore, but he’d never been much into reading, and none of the books on the many shelves made him want to change that. He spent twenty minutes in the graphic novel section, but even the graphic novels refused to hold his attention.
He wanted another taste of excitement, like he had the night before. He wanted to feel his heart pounding ferociously again. He wanted another burst of adrenaline in his veins.
So he came up with the idea of wandering the halls with his flashlight turned off. He got a little jump when he turned and saw a mannequin right up against the glass of a men’s suit store. But the rush faded quickly. He got another little scare a few minutes later while perusing that Sears store, when that same mannequin toppled over from the weight of its heavy fur coat and dense purse. But Terry wasn’t happy with little scares. He wanted to feel that same excitement.
He wandered into the HMV and found the scariest horror movie he could. He put it on in his security room and watched it from start to finish, hoping it would put him on edge so that his next dark mall walk would be more fun. But the movie failed to get his blood flowing, and now he had to carefully wrap the DVD back up in its plastic wrap.
He looked at his watch. He still had six hours left in his shift. Now he could understand why Phil was bringing transgender prostitutes around the mall: he was probably just desperate for a bit of a thrill. And surely fucking a tranny hooker while on the job was somewhat of a thrill. But Terry wasn’t about to look up the local escort listings. He still wanted to keep his job, and he didn’t exactly want to catch any diseases.
So what could he do?
He found himself standing in front of that lingerie store. He looked through the window at that French maid costume. It gave him an idea—and the idea alone was enough to make his heart pound. What if he put it on and ran a lap around the outside of the mall? It was unlikely that anyone would see—but what if someone happened to be walking by at that strange hour of the night? Terry unlocked the shop and then he quickly got undressed. Now his heart was pounding the way he wanted it to pound. He could feel that warm adrenaline buzzing down into his fingertips. He took a deep breath before slipping the little outfit onto his body. He took a minute to do up all of the little clips. Then he grabbed that blonde wig off the nearby mannequin.
He knew there was probably broken glass a
round the mall, so he couldn’t do the run barefoot. But he managed to find a pair of black heels in that lingerie store that just fit his small feet. He wobbled in the heels. They just added to the challenge, making his heart pound even harder. He carefully made his way down to the loading bay door. He had his phone tucked into the little apron pocket of the outfit, along with the key to that loading bay door—and only the key to that loading bay door. If he ended up on the other end of the mall, the only way back in was to run all the way around, in those tall heels and that skimpy outfit.
“What the hell are you doing,” he whispered to himself as he grabbed the door handle. But he didn’t stop. He wanted the thrill, even if it was an obscure thrill. He took a deep breath and then he ran out the door. He ran past the loading bay and into the parking lot. The air was cool against his exposed skin. There was no one in sight, but that didn’t make his little game any less exhilarating. He ran as fast as he could in those heels, nearly falling over a few times—but he managed to stay on his feet. He came around the bend. The headlights of an oncoming car started to materialize on a distant road. Terry’s heart pounded even harder. What if the person thought Terry was lost and needed help? What if it was a cop out on patrol?
Terry kept running. He ran around the corner as the light from those headlights crossed over his body. The car went past without slowing down, but Terry’s heart kept throbbing into his ribcage. He was halfway—stuck outside in skimpy lingerie for at least another five minutes.
He had a big smile on his face. He could feel his butt cheeks bouncing slightly with each step. He kind of liked the way it felt. He caught his own reflection in the large window of the sporting goods store. From a distance, he actually kind of looked like a chick running down the road. In fact, he didn’t have to be too far away to get that feminine impression. Even when he was running right against the wall, he could see a girl where a boy should have been.
Another care passed, making Terry’s heart race even faster. This car actually slowed down, as if the driver noticed Terry. Terry bit down hard on his tongue and turned quickly into the loading bay. He quickly fumbled for that key in his apron pocket—but it wasn’t there. And neither was his phone. They must have fallen out while he was running. “No! Shit!” he said, spinning around to look at the ground. The key could have been anywhere, along with his phone—it could be as far away as the complete other side of the mall! And now, he was exhausted. He couldn’t do a full lap in just ten minutes—especially not in those heels, and he wasn’t about to make the run in bare feet. “Shit!” he said again, running around the corner, desperately looking at the ground. But the ground was dark. He couldn’t see anything, and he didn’t have his flashlight.
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