I took a job monitoring the cameras in a lady's changing area of an upscale boutique. I saw more perfect bodies than I have ever imagined seeing.
My Second Job
My husband was going to be out of the country for several weeks, for work, and I had too much time idle on my hands. We also had too many bills to pay after we took a lavish vacation to Wyoming. We splurged on this trip and put it all on a credit card. So, I thought I would surprise him and work a second job for a few weeks during the holidays, to pay off the vacation charges while he was away.
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I signed up with a temporary hiring agency and told them I could only work nights and weekends. With the holiday rush, it wasn’t long before I got a call. My assignment was to help monitor security cameras at an up-scale women’s fashion boutique. I would not have to assist on any enforcement tasks, just watch the cameras. I figured it would be pretty boring, but it paid $20 an hour, so I took it. This was a sudden job opening and I didn’t have much time to get to the job. I left the house in what I had on, a clingy silk T-shirt and a mini-skirt, with nothing underneath. After all, who would see me?
When I arrived at the boutique, I found out that I would only be monitoring the cameras in the dressing rooms. This was a woman’s store, something like Victoria’s Secret, but very private, and very expensive. The desk manager showed me to my little darkened cubicle, with its array of monitors.
“There are cameras behind each dressing room mirror. Don’t alert anyone, no matter what you see, unless someone is actually stealing something,” were his only instructions. And then he left.
I made myself comfortable in the big leather office chair that was crammed into the cubicle. It was a rainy night right before the holidays, so I did not think there would be many customers in the fitting rooms. As I looked at the monitors, I saw that these were not ordinary dressing rooms. Each one was as big as my kitchen, with a round couch in the middle. The colors were flattering, the lighting soft. So, this is how the other half lived.
Exploring my little home for the evening further, I opened the mini-fridge. I found a full-size bottle of vodka, right out in the open. Deciding to live dangerously for once, so I opened it and took a swig. The icy raw alcohol burned its way down my throat and warmed my belly. As soon as it did, I remembered that I hadn’t had any dinner. Oh well. It’s not like I would actually have to work tonight. I hoped the regular attendee would be sick a long time.
Finally, a customer appeared in one of the dressing rooms. She peeled out of her Donna Karan designer white silk suit and stood there naked as she unclipped some fancy purple underwear from its hanger. I realized that the camera was set to show only her curvy body, and not her face. Somehow this struck me as very intriguing. Seeing her full tits, slightly rounded belly, and feathery pubic hair, with no face, was erotic. She bent down to step into the panties, but her long bleached hair spilled around her face, and I still couldn’t see what she looked like. I watched her shimmy into the panties and clip the bra with its front fastener, then adjusted the bra to her breasts. Her hands seemed to linger for just a split second. When her hands moved away, I realized I had been holding my breath.
“Ring it up!” she called to the floor assistant and then she proceeded to put on her suit over the top of the new underwear set. I could just make out the faint purple color under the suit, and realized the suit looked much sexier that way. She stepped out of the dressing room, and I sighed. I wondered when the next customer would come in.
I didn’t have too long to wait. This same customer came back into the changing room after ***********ing several more sets of lingerie – peach, rose, and a rich mahogany set. They all looked beautiful on her creamy skin. When she took off a bra, I watched her huge brown nipples pop out of the confinement of the bra. The customer put on her last set which was an ice blue panty and bra set. Apparently, the clerk was getting tired of waiting for the lady to try garments on. I heard “Just a minute, I’m still deciding,” that she said to the assistant.
Then, to my amazement, she dipped one hand down into the crotch of those blue panties, and her other hand into the push-up bra. She pinched her nipple and stroked her clit for at least a minute, then pulled her hand from the panties, stuck it between her legs, and pushed the silk fabric into her pussy.
I took another hit from the bottle as I peeked at her erotic activity. She continued to rub her crotch until it was obvious that she had an orgasm. I saw the crotch of the panties flooded with wetness. She pulled off the blue set, carefully rehung it, and told the assistant, “I’ll take all of them but this blue set.”
I guess she gets off to leaving her pussy juice on panties that someone else will wear, I thought. But I hardly had time to speculate about her behavior before another customer came in. This one was a black girl, with huge tits and a slim waist and tiny ass. She stripped out of her clingy dress. She did not have on a bra, just very tiny thong panties. She slipped the panties over her hips and let them fall to the changing room floor. She casually stepped out of them. She put on a leopard skin body suit that hugged every curve. She turned around, admiring herself in the mirror. She put her hands, with her long fake nails, on her ass and pulled it up, then gave herself a little slap. “Ooh, honey, come and get you some of this,” she murmured. “Put that hard white dick in here, yes, right here in my sweet ass.” She ground her ass in a circle in the air. “You know it’s waiting just for you. You know that’s what you want. You can’t get your white bread little wife to do it how you like it – you got me for that. Come on and take it the way you want it. Take what you want. Fuck my ass. It wants you.”
I couldn’t help it; I started touching my hard nipples through my blouse as I watched this customer. The woman in the dressing room laughed at her reflection and gave herself one last little slap, then dressed, and left. I came back to the reality of my cubicle and took another swig from the bottle. I had never imagined people acted this way in dressing rooms.
Soon there were more customers – two women in one booth! They had picked the same underwear, sheer white with feathers around the tops of the bras and panties. As soon as they had their chosen sets on, they giggled and crushed their bodies together. I could only imagine how sensuous their passionate kisses were since the camera angle didn’t show their faces, but I didn’t have to imagine their hands roaming through the feathers to squeeze nipples and stroke the other’s cunt. In no time they had brought each other to climax. They gathered the clothing and hurriedly left.
It wasn’t long before the camera showed me another customer in a nearby booth. This lady stood straight and haughty after she changed into the shiny black push-up bra and crotchless panties she had chosen. “You know this is wrong,” she was saying to herself in a cold voice. “You have your career and family to think of. No, stop looking at me that way. I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with you. You would have to rape me to have me… No, you must stop.” The haughty voice became pleading. “No, you must stop. No….no…..” She lay back on the circular sofa and for the first time I saw a face, the eyes unfocused and the mouth slack as she spread her legs and worked her pussy. “Yes, yes, give me more…” Her legs spasmed and she climaxed. Then, slowly, she got up, left the black panties on the floor, dressed in her own panties and clothes, and left the room.
My pussy was wet from watching all these beautiful bodies in these dim rooms, just aching to get fucked. I wondered if I could get the security tapes for my husband. He was such a voyeur; I knew he would love it. I would definitely pick up those black panties for him on my way out – he could smell and taste them while I fucked him the next time.
There was a long spell of no customers. I took another hit of vodka and remembered all I’d seen that night. I saw more flawless naked bodies than most people see in a lifetime. I began to think of buying the ice blue set of panties for myself – for some reason, wearing someone else’s pussy juice seemed vulgar and erotic. Another set for my husband to suck.
Then, just before closing, the most arousing woman yet entered the dressing room. I couldn’t see her face, just her perfect body. She was wearing skin-tight jeans, so low cut I could almost see the front of her crotch, and a sheer blouse, with nothing underneath but a tattoo cupping her nipple. When she turned around and peeled out of those jeans, I saw another tattoo above her ass cheeks. I knew my husband would love her as he loves all exhibitionists. She was wearing a thong, and she kept her back turned to the mirror as she changed. The lingerie she had ***********ed was another thong, as black as her tattoo. I could see her smooth back when she stripped off the blouse and raised up her arms to put on the tiny black bra.
Finally, she turned around. The lingerie set off her body to perfection. The bra pushed up her full breasts, while barely covering her. The tops of her nipples peeked out over the lace. She didn’t waste any time and dipped her hand under the waistband of the panties, and into her pussy. Seeing her hand stroking herself so delicately made my mouth water. I took a swig of vodka and stared at the screen. I wondered what that silk would feel like in my mouth, and how hot her pussy would be.
After what seemed like hours of this torment, she suddenly turned around. Now I could see the thong, taunt on her firm ass, and the mystic tattoo below her waist. I knew her hand was still working her clit, but I couldn’t see anything. It was driving me crazy.
Then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she spread her legs wide and bent over. Her ass seemed even rounder and hotter, and now I could make out her hand working under the silk panties. She reached around and stuck a finger up her ass. I heard the moan. She bent over further, and suddenly I could see her face. She looked straight back into the mirror and gave a wicked grin.
She knows where the camera is, I realized. I wondered if she thinks it’s a man working this job. Her one hand stayed on her clit, and her other hand splayed on her ass. She pulled it up temptingly, then gave it a little slap, then another. “Come and get me,” she murmured.
I was frozen. I wondered if this was a regular routine between her and the person who normally is monitoring these dressing rooms. Did she really mean it? I couldn’t leave my post, but I found it impossible to ignore the beckoning person in the camera either.
She thrust backward rhythmically, as if fucking the camera. “Come on,” she coaxed, “you know how bad I need it.” Still, I was frozen in place. I had never even imagined a situation like this.
She stopped for a moment. Was she giving up? She bent forward still deeper, reached into her handbag and took out a hairbrush with a long wooden handle. It looked like it had soft baby bristles. She held it toward the mirror.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I guess you want to play hard to get.” She breathed the word hard with so much innuendo. Still bent over, ass to the mirror, she reached back and slapped herself with the hairbrush. Hard.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her right hand worked her pussy, her left hand pulled back, then let the brush fly forward till it smacked her again. “Come on,” she moaned. “It’s so much better when you do it.”
My pussy was dripping onto my chair. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rushed down the hallway, opened the door into the now-closed boutique, and headed for the dressing room.
She didn’t seem at all surprised when I pushed open the door. I immediately sank to my knees in front of her, grabbed the brush, fastened my mouth on her clit through the silk, and smacked her ass hard with the brush. She gave a little scream and pushed her crotch forward, harder into my mouth. I tasted her juice through the silk. My mouth was tingling. I smacked her ass again. She shuddered, then pushed my head backward, bend down and kissed me. I spanked her again with the brush, reveling in the way she quivered and sucked my tongue in with every blow.
I had to have her cunt. I pushed her down on to the floor and pulled down those panties that barely covered her dripping cunt. I began eating her out, the way my husband eats me. I wished he were here with me, to fuck me from behind while I did this hot bitch. I would even let him have her, and I would suck her juice off his dick, and his hot jism out of her cunt. I would scream with jealousy while he took her, but that wouldn’t stop him from letting his heavy cock have some tight cunt.
He would fuck her till she was raw and bruised, and looking at her lying there spent, I would beg him to do me. The minute his cheating cock thrust into me I would come harder than I ever had in my life. I would beg him to come on me and not her, but he wouldn’t be able to resist this new flesh, and would spatter her with his come, leaving me to rub my pussy on her to wipe up drops. He would push me away and lick her pussy. Then kiss me with her taste wet in his mouth. I would be raging but helpless to stop him, because there is no barrier between his arousal and mine.
Her clit was juicy and hot, the way I always imagined. I turned the brush to the bristle side and stroked it down along her clit between licks. She went absolutely wild. Her legs jerked and she blew her squirt all over me. Knowing how it feels, I waited a second, then licked the tender flesh inside her thigh, while touching her lightly with the bristles. She screamed and blew juice again.
I had never been so hot in my life. I had been forced to watch hours’ worth of beautiful people teasing me, taunting me with their actions, sexing me up beyond bearing. These women were arousing, but I needed a big hard dick to satisfy me.
I looked up at the mirror. My new friend lay there, limp. My nipples were hard, my skirt hiked up, my cunt lips swollen and drenched with my own squirt. I leaned down and licked her lips, but to no avail. I had eaten her out too well.
I looked at the hairbrush, still in my hand. After all this, would it come down to a piece of wood? There was movement at the dressing room door. A young security guard came in, his hard-on evident through his uniform. Looking at him through heavy lids, I licked my lips. While he stripped down, I lay on top of my satisfied customer, pulled her titties up from her bra, and started sucking.
Without even looking at him, I handed him the brush. No sooner had I spread my legs than he was inside me, kneeling between my spread legs. Every stroke of his dick pushed my mouth into her steamy crotch. Kneeling behind me, he smacked my ass with the brush the way I had done hers. I jerked against her with each stinging stroke. Just when I thought I could predict the rhythm, he suddenly thrust the handle of the brush up my ass. Before I could even react, he jammed his dick deep into my pussy and smacked my ass with the back of his hand. I screamed and came, but he didn’t stop. Every blow made me come again. Finally, I felt him tense and then blast inside my cunt with his load of white-hot cum. He pulled out the hairbrush from my ass, and his dripping cock from my cunt, then rubbed his member on my ass cheeks.
As the sensations finally cooled, I thought about where I was – on top of a beautiful woman that I had just eaten out – and under a man who just jizzed my cunt – and all caught on tape, I hoped, for my husband’s pleasure. And I exploded with another climax again.
We all got dressed without speaking a word to each other. I left the two and staggered back to my cubicle and collapsed. I grabbed the hairbrush and sucked on the handle. This was going to be a wonderful part-time gig.