The Public Sex Files

The Public Sex Files

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The Public Sex Files

Gina's Surprise

Gina’s eyes flick up from paperwork spread over her desk as Joe brought a man into the office. The man was average in height and looks, mid-twenties, and refused to wear the usual hangdog expression of people who interacted with Gina in these circumstances. The man’s upper arm has Joe’s hand gripping it firmly, propelling him into her office.

“Shit, we’re only mall security, Joe,” she said with a deep frown, “Not the elite police squad.”

“Harrumph, I caught this perv flashing in the change rooms in Target. He was leaving the door open. The sick bastard is all yours,” Joe said, releasing the man’s arm.

“No, I wasn’t,” the man said, rubbing his arm and assuming the pose of a man unjustly insulted. “I was simply trying on some pants.”

“Whatever, shithead,” Joe said, handing Gina a clipboard.

He closes the door on his way out, snarling something about fucking nasty perverts.

Gina stares at the clipboard of information. “So...Darren...” she said, “Did you flash people by leaving the changing room door wide open?”

“Dear Lord, no,” Darren said, “I may have bumped the door accidentally since those locks don’t work too well and the changing rooms are tight quarters, and let me tell you...”

He launches into five minutes of denials, reasons for, and examples of his innocence. A simple explanation may have worked just fine, but the excuses stink to high heaven. Gina let him talk. She has heard it all before, and it seems the same story repeatedly. The woman was convinced of his guilt by the end of the pathetic monologue.

‘Methinks he doth protest too much,’ she thought.

“You know,” Gina said, cutting Darren off midsentence, “It’s too bad you weren’t doing it.”

“What? Why?” he asks.

“Between you and me,” she said, eyes casting about the room, voice low, “I’m kinda into it.”

“Into what, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Darren said.

“You know, CFNM—clothed-female naked male—I like it,” she leans forward, a look of conspiracy covering her face.

Darren leans back in his chair, yet remains silent. His eyes widen, and mouth slackens, then he turns and looks down at the floor.

Gina pushes on.  “You know why I got this job?” she asks after a minute of awkward silence.

Darren shakes his head.

“I thought they’d have cameras in the dressing rooms,” she said, voice low, “I thought Macy’s and Nordstrom’s would have their men’s sections covered in cameras, and I could come in here, get trained real quick, and get paid to watch men strip naked to try on clothes.”

Darren frowns and bites his lip.

“But I got better than that,” Gina said, leaning the chair back on legs, mimicking Darren’s posture, “Every so often, we get these show-offs, these exhibitionists, you know, and they go crazy recording themselves flashing. We had a bust a month ago, an old man with a huge cock standing almost nude in the men’s bathroom room over by ‘Banana Republic.’ He was getting it all on his iPhone. They brought him in here, and I talked him into showing me the video.”

She waits, a Cheshire cat grin settling on her face.

“And...” Darren finally asks.

“Well, I can’t masturbate right here in the office, not with people around,” she said, “But as soon as I got home, I rubbed out an orgasm that made my legs shaky for a half-hour. It was so hot. I loved it. I even thought about letting him have a quick peek of me too, but I like this job too much so I couldn’t risk it.”

Gina rocks forward, her chair back on the ground.

“He did, though, give me his profile name and his favorite website. I went online to go watch him in action. He flashes bus riders from his car. That was his thing. It was sexy that he was old and had a big fat cock that got hard. If I weren’t married, I probably would have fucked him or at least given him a blowjob. I like to think about that, sucking off a man in his car in the parking deck downstairs, especially when people are walking around. I’d make him strip nude first, of course.”

Darren suddenly develops a slight smile, and his body relaxes a little.  “So, say I actually did the alleged thing. Would you want to see?” he asks.

“Fuck, yeah…” Gina said nodding, “Would you turn down titties texted from a woman? Just don’t expect a handjob.”

“And then what happens?” Darren asks with hope creeping into his voice.

“Joe, the security officer who got you, he’s already out on the floor again. He doesn’t concern himself with this part of the job and expects I’ll have you arrested and off the streets,” Gina said in a low voice.  “However, in reality, if you just head out to the parking lot through Macy’s, you won’t run into Joe again.”

Darren nods, he understands.

Gina then said, “I suggest not ‘playing’ here again though, Joe can get aggressive, and I won’t be able to go so easy on you next time if he catches you doing your thing.”

“OK,” Darren said.  “I can do that.”

“Do you post videos online? I’d love to see what else you have. Just jot down the site and your name. I’ll hit you up later.”

Darren smiled, amazed at his luck.  “Here,” he said, pulling out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times and there it was, him filming his erect cock through the sizeable gap in the open door of the dressing room. Women walk by, either not seeing or glancing then turning away shocked.

Jesus, look at that thing,’ Gina thought, ‘It must be eight inches.’

“I was also in Nordstrom’s earlier. If you actually had cameras in there, I would have given you a show,” he said, his chest puffing out

The same point of view plays on a second video, Darren exposing his genitals to women through a sizable gap in the dressing room door.

“That’s perfect,” Gina said as Darren put his phone away. He writes down a website and user name and pushes the slip of paper toward her.

“Here’s the rest of my work, too,” he said, “Please let me know what you think.”

“I’m sure it’s great stuff,” Gina said as she pushes a button under the desk. Two uniformed police officers move into the office and haul Darren out of his chair. He sputters a protest. One holds Darren face down on the desk while the other cop yanks his arms behind his back. Handcuffs click into place.

“Darren Watson, you’re under arrest for suspected indecent exposure and aggravated indecent exposure. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer any questions. Be aware that anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney...”

Gina doesn’t wait for the rest of the Miranda Warning. She leaves the room, giving the real officers space to work. She stands in the hallway just outside the security office, laughing to herself. Mr. Keane, the head of security approaches.

“Well done, Gina.  These creeps just can’t resist your charm,” he said before going to join the real cops.

Freda, another security officer, comes over with a smirk on her face.  “You play that role too well,” she said to Gina, “Are you sure you aren’t a sick, twisted bitch deep down inside?”

Gina laughs, shakes her head.  “I’m pretty vanilla,” she said, “I don’t need anything fancy to get me going.”

Freda shakes her head, laughing. “Coulda fooled me, anyway, don’t let me hold you up,” she said and laughs again then goes back toward the stores, on patrol again.

*****

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