Femme Fatale

Derek sighed heavily, his eyes scanning the bank of security monitors, each of which showed a different view of Femme Fatale. A month ago, he'd taken the job as a security guard for the woman's clothing store because he needed the money and because he supposed that watching the store - or, more specifically, the ladies' dressing rooms would provide him with the opportunity to ogle half-naked women. Unfortunately, for some reason, despite the store's stylish clothing, few women shopped at Femme Fatale. Derek's days were spent monitoring racks and shelves of skirts, blouses, panties, bras, shoes, bikinis, and other feminine attire, but in ogling very few women. Most of the ones who did enter one of the dressing rooms were unusually tall and, for the most part, rather ugly. They were also careful about undressing, so Derek caught precious few glimpses of topless tops or bottomless bottoms. The job, far from delivering the prurient excitement he'd hoped for, was boring in the extreme. Derek had decided that today would be his last. He needed a job, sure, but he didn't need this one. At the end of his shift, he'd inform Dell, the store's manager.

Having made up his mind to quit, Derek slumped in his seat. He had to watch the stupid store for only another hour; then, he was free.

Ten minutes later, he was almost asleep, when he caught sight of a fine-looking woman entering one of the dressing rooms, a thong bikini on a clothes hanger in hand.

She was unusually tall, like most of Femme Fatale's patrons, but she definitely wasn't ugly. Wavy blonde tresses cascaded over her delicate shoulders, to the middle of her sculpted back, and she had the deepest blue eyes Derek had ever seen. Her lips were as full and sensuous as her nose was petite. She had full, high, firm, round breasts, and he could see the nipples beneath the taut fabric of her tank top. Her pierced navel sported a small gold ring. She wore tight, low-riding jeans that dipped below her hips, showing her lower belly in front and the dimples in the small of her back behind. Just looking at this beautiful babe made Derek's cock hard. He unzipped himself, taking his stiff, swollen penis in his fist, and began to masturbate as he watched the customer undress, totally unaware that she was being observed over a closed-circuit television system.