Amos slid a CD into his stereo and sat back while the machine ate, digested, and began to play. He tipped his chair back and balanced precariously, occasionally looking at the bank of video screens before him. Amos felt lucky, he had been hired as a security guard during the Christmas season, and management like the job he did so well, he was hired on a full time basis.
Yeah, right, he thought to himself. He was simply the token black dude, the only black employee in a store filled with 38 employees. He was certain that the only reason he was hired was because he was locked away in the small concrete office, where the average rich white guy couldn’t see him. Amos didn’t have to like it, to take home a substantial paycheck. He just listened to his music and checked out the sweet-assed tail wandering through the store. Theft? Sure, there was theft, the store was full of light fingered guys and girls, some were his acquaintances. Who cared? If they needed the shit, they could have it. He knew how it was. Of course if they threatened his sweet job, they were going down. He didn’t know them well enough to give up 800 per month and a 10 percent discount.
“Security, please keep an eye on isle 13,” a voice came from behind his head. He slammed the feet of his chair down on the floor and turned to press the intercom button.
“What’s up, Mikey?”
“Two guys with a sack. One is blocking while the other stuffs the bag. Get some video.”
Amos didn’t like the manager, Michael B. Cox Jr. He had been a classmate back in ’98. Now he was a manager? Who’s ass had he been kissing?”
Amos changed the view of the closest camera, while drumming on the desk with his left hand. He had to drop the camera to the limits of it’s range, before he caught a glimpse of the two thieves. He started the video and sat back watching. He was practically looking down into the bag from directly above. He got some really righteous video of the bag being stuffed to the breaking point.
“Got it,” Amos said slapping the button on the intercom.
“Ok, come on down and give me a hand,” Mike said as he left his own office, far above the store. Amos sprinted down the hallway and followed Mike down the stairs. They intercepted the two guys as they were leaving the store. One struggled, the other ran. Amos tackled him just outside of the store. His face hit the pavement. He heard murmured complaints from the gathering crowd.
“What the hell are you doing?” A fat man in a trenchcoat growled, about to reach for Amos.
Amos held the thieve’s hand behind his back as he stood and turned him toward the store.
“Touch me, you fat fuck, and I’ll break your fucking face. Get out of my way,” he growled to the crowd gathering before the door. Mike put tie-wrap around the second boy’s hands, then pushed both toward a bench near the front door. Gloria, a fine looking redhead, was scooping up the spilled, stolen loot. She had a great pair of legs, the kind you’d like to lick for hours. They were peaking out beneath a short store uniform skirt. She made the uniform look exquisite.
“Let me help,” Amos said, getting a good look at Gloria’s panties as he did. They gathered up the stolen items and handed the bag to Mike, who glowered at Amos. He had seen Amos looking under Gloria’s skirt, and he didn’t like it. He had personal interests in Gloria.
“Get a tape ready, in case the cops want it,” Mike growled.
“If the cops ask for it, I’ll get it ready. Otherwise I have better things to do,” Amos said, pushing by the sanctimonious asshole. He didn’t work for Michael B. Cox Jr., and he certainly didn’t take orders from him. He worked directly for upper management.
Sweating after his little workout, he stopped by the employee’s bathroom on the way back to the booth. He washed his hands and face, while thinking about Gloria’s cute little panties. He wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that stuff. She was a babe and a half. I fine piece of snatch. He pulled the keys out of his metal key chain and unlocked the door. It was a typical day.
Amos resumed his seat, popped the tape out of the vcr, and started to turn the camera back to it’s original position. He froze as he noticed Gloria appearing on camera. She began putting several of the stolen items back on the shelf, while he looked directly down her cleavage. If she would just open her blouse one more button, he could see her nipples. As it was, his cock was hard and throbbing, just from the slight view of those fabulous globes. She spoke to somebody off camera, nodded and waved, then disappeared.
Amos grabbed his cock through the material of his pants and held it, while moving the camera to capture Gloria again. She was moving too quickly. He stopped the camera and moaned, while holding his cock in a death grip. He was really turned on.
He quickly checked the screens until he saw a young girl going toward the changing rooms. He followed her for a moment, then realized that camera 2 would have a better view. He changed cameras, panning the camera left and down until it looked into the changing room.
The changing rooms were new. The old rooms were completely enclosed. But due to a massive amount of theft, the top and bottoms of the doors were now missing, so the clerk could watch people change, without actually seeing them naked. The planners had considered the cameras, and positioned them where they would not look down into the changing room and invade the privacy of it’s customers. They did not plan on the addition of full-length mirrors, added several months later. Through the mirror, Amos had a view of the girl as she stripped, naked from the knees up.
“Oh yes!” Amos screamed. He bounced in his chair, then pounded on the table in glee. She was a sweet young thing with fantastic tits, and a nice pelt of light brown hair above her pussy. As she bent over, she displayed a perfect ass to the mirror, and Amos almost fainted. He moaned in pent-up passion, holding his huge, throbbing cock in his hand. He needed some relief. He belatedly shoved a tape into the recorder and started recording the fantastic show. Eager for relief, he wished there was some way to get Gloria into the booth so he could fuck her eyes out. He couldn’t, that would take time and he didn’t have any. He needed relief now. That left only himself. He desperately dug his cock out of his pants, while watching the sweet young thing pull on a silvery thong. She followed it with a bra of the same color.
Amos pulled a box of kleenex close to him and began slowly stroking his huge cock. He couldn’t wait for that sweet whore to take off those underthings again. He could practically taste her sweet, white pussy. To his intense disappointment, she simply stepped back into her crude cotton underwear and slipped them on over the new stuff. In a moment she slid back into her dress, slipped on her shoes and came out to drop the spare underwear onto the nearby counter in unconcern. Two minutes later she was out of the store and gone with her stolen undies.
“Fuck,” Amos swore, still stroking his cock. It was throbbing in his hand. The head was huge and swollen, the veins throbbed on the side of his long piece of black meat. Lubricant escaped from the tiny hole in the end helping to lubricate his hand. He slowly slid his hand up and down over his cock, while he used the other hand to look for another girl. The best he could find was Brenda, sitting in a short (unofficial) store uniform which consisted of a light blue cotton blouse and a short black skirt (pants were optional). Brenda was the babe at the perfume counter, every store had one. She loved those short skirts, Amos thought as he panned in on her crossed legs. When her legs filled his view screen, up to mid- thigh, he left the camera focused on her legs while he stroked his cock.
The only sound in the quiet room was the liquid sound of his hand sliding up and down on his cock, and his harsh breathing. The smell of his own lubricant was discernable, but not overly strong. The fire in his balls was fantastic. The fire built to a hotter level, becoming unpleasant. He moaned, stroking faster until he felt himself coming. He grabbed a handful of kleenex and slapped it over the head of his cock, as it began spurting hot, thick cum into his hand.
He held his cock in a death-grip, as if he were trying to chock it. He gasped, hunching over his spurting cock until it grew less urgent. The spurts of cum slowed, then stopped. His cock continued to spasm for several seconds, before it stilled completely.
Amos balled up the kleenex and wiped the end of his cock. He stared to toss it into the waist basket, then thought better of it. He didn’t want the smell of cum to fill his booth when Ellen relieved him. Ellen was a huge white bitch with an attitude. She would squeal for hours, about every little thing. She was fat, about 45 years old, and really obnoxious. Amos was sure that she’d never been fucked more than once in her entire life, and she was married, which accounted for her one fuck. Every bitch got fucked on her honeymoon. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine her husband wanting a piece of that fat ass.
Amos washed up and got rid of the kleenex in the nearby bathroom. He took his time about getting back to his office. Three women stripped down to their underwear later that afternoon, but he didn’t really see anything. He’s seen underwear before. The store was full of it. He recorded them anyway, just for the hell of it. When he rerecorded the tape and cut out the crap, maybe he could slip in some quick clips of half naked women. It should be worth a lot of money, if sold on the internet.
The cops didn’t show up during his watch. Good, some might remember him from previous misunderstandings. He labeled the tape and left it for Ellen’s watch.