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The second Freddy story.
Posted with no copyright cares in the world.  Please don't change it,
unless it fixes grammar or spelling.

Please do not read if you are in any way offended by anything.










     Dave was a bitter man.

     It wasn't his fault, not really.  Dave had been on top of the world
only five years ago.  A wife who loved him, two kids, the house in the
suburbs and two cars in the garage were all his.  Then came New Year's
Eve, 1996.

     Dave had to work on New Year's.  He was working the night watch in
the heights.  The heights was the neighborhood to live in, it was where
all the politicians, business owners and "old money" lived.  Dave
actually liked working the heights beat, even though the wealthy
residents were often royal pains-in-the-ass, they were the type to solve
their problems with lawyers rather than .22 pistols.
     At 12:33, Dave and his partner took a call for a disturbance at one
of the houses on Strawbridge Drive.  As they pulled up to the house,
actually an 8000 square foot mansion, Dave was sure of what he would
find inside.  He could already hear the female screaming coming from the
house "Don't touch me".  Dave was sure it was some millionaire and his
drunken wife going at each other, probably about the color of the napkin
holders.
     As soon as he walked in the door, Dave knew something else was
wrong.  There were two people in the living room, a man and a woman.
The man Dave instantly recognized as the mayor, and the woman was
definitely not the mayor's wife.
     Dave turned on the lights, and the situation got more complicated.
The woman was not a woman, but a girl, maybe 18, more likely 16.  And
the reason she was screaming was obvious.  Her clothes were ripped off,
her tits were hanging out of what was left of her bra, and what was left
of her dress was hanging from her, not really covering anything.   The
girl was bruised in numerous places, and from the amount of cum running
down her leg, obviously had just been fucked.
     Dave knew it was going to be a touch situation, but decided to play
it "by the book".  He called the rape squad, the detectives, and
arrested the mayor.  Alerted by their police scanners, soon the press
showed up.  In short, it became a major media event, and the mayor was
hauled off to jail on the 6:00 news.

     But justice is not a simple thing.  The mayor had been mayor for 25
years, and was a political creature with a lot of markers scattered
throughout the state.  He started calling them in.  The police
detectives couldn't be sure about their fingerprints.  The local police
lab reported that the semen sample recovered from the girl was
`contaminated', and could not be used to identify the rapist.   The
girl's story was rendered suspect when her supposed drug-dealer
materialized out of no-where and told a credibility-straining tale of
her use and abuse of Quaaludes.  The mayor, a very upstanding member of
every church and civic organization in town, told a story about how he
was driving by and heard the screams, and went to investigate.  In
short, by the time it came to go to trial, the only people who believed
the mayor capable of rape were the girl and Dan.


Chapter 2
It was Dan's day off.  He was sitting on his front porch, taking the day
to relax when the limo drove up.  A tall man walked up to the porch and
introduced himself as Mr. Harper.
     "Dan, I understand you recently applied for a second-mortgage on
your house."  The man spoke to Dan with no emotion, no feeling, not even
bothering to look up from his clipboard.
     "Well, yes", Dan replied, but how do you know?  Are you from the
bank?"
     The man snickered.  "You might say that.  Lets just say I work for
a large financially minded organization.  I know it is your day off, so
I will be brief.  You have a $133,362 mortgage on your house, $15,503 in
car loans, and $8323 in credit card debts.  All I ask is a simple favor,
and all those debts will be paid off by 5:00 this afternoon".
     Dan's police instincts went to red alert.  He knew what was coming,
but felt compelled to play the hand anyway.  "Just what sort of simple
favor did you have in mind".
     "Now Dan, we both know that that girl was stoned and out of her
head.  She wouldn't have known if the mayor, the dog or little green men
from Mars had fucked her silly.  She just picked on the mayor because he
was a good enough man to hear her screams and look in the house to see
what was happening.  He is actually a hero, a concerned citizen".  The
tall man said this without a trace of irony or smugness.  Dan had the
impression he actually believed it.  "All you have to do is change your
testimony just a little bit, and forget that the mayor's dick was
hanging out of his pants and dripping cum on the rug when you arrived".
     Dan came from a long line of temperamental Irish cops, and he heard
himself ranting at the tall man without ever having consciously made a
decision.  "Get the fuck of my porch, and go back to your pervert mayor
and tell him if I ever see him within 50 feet of a teenage girl, I will
be a concerned citizen and cut his nuts off".
     "You're making a mistake, young man.  The mayor is in a strong
position to reward his friends, and make life miserable for his
enemies.  Please think carefully before you decide to do anything fool-"

     "Get the fuck out of here".

     Dan related the whole conversation to his wife.  His wife was less
than supportive.  "You had to go and be Mr. Fuckin' Righteous and turn
down the money.  And for what?  The prick is going to get off, and you
are going to be on the shit list", she screamed.


     Two weeks later, it happened.  A random search turned up a joint in
Dan's locker at the police squad room.  Dan was formally warned that he
only was allowed two strikes and had just used up one.  Two days later,
another joint.  It didn't matter than Dan had never even smoked a
tobacco cigarette, let alone a joint, and never failed a drug test.  He
was fired, and fired in a very public manner.  Next came the IRS, all of
a sudden Dan owed $50,000 in back taxes and penalties.  His insurance
was cancelled.  His car and house loans were called in and foreclosed.
Even the Jehovah's Witnesses stopped knocking at his door.

     Dan's wife divorced him, and managed to get what little he had
left.  Dan was down to a 1974 Dodge Dart, a ratty apartment, and a job
as a night watchman at the local high-end department store.   After 6
months of walking around at night with a flashlight,  Dan got a
promotion to plain-clothes security.  It was the first thing that had
gone right in 2 years, but Dan was still bitter.  He hated his life, his
job, and the rich, powerful people who ruined his life.


Chapter 3
     One day Dan was working his shift, walking through the "women's
accessories" section of the store.  Dan was always a good cop, and his
instincts did serve him well in his new position.  The woman was just
too unnatural not to arouse Dan's suspicion.  She would pick up an
expensive handbag, put it over her shoulder, and walk over to the mirror
to see how it looked.  Finally, Dan saw the switch.  She left her old
purse, empty no doubt, on the shelf and walked toward the door with a
brand new one.
     Dan waited until she left the store, and then confronted her. This
is where it got a little dicey.  Dan had no more authority than any
other citizen, and it was a mixture of bluff and intimidation by which
he got the woman back into the store and into the security room.
     Dan recognized the type.  The woman was quite pretty and well
dressed.  She was about 30, tall, about 5'9", long, black hair, green
eyes and a very pretty face.  She had a set of tits her husband no doubt
paid good money for, and a tight little ass.  She was wearing a silk
blouse with a frilly bra underneath, black slacks and black heels.  The
slacks were carefully chosen, just tight enough to show off her ass, and
a hint of her pretty little mound in front.  The curves of her thighs
and butt were evident, as well as what promised to be long, silky legs.
Dan had escorted her into the security room and had her seated in front
of the lone table in the room.
     "Do you have any idea who I am?", asked the woman.  "I am Mrs.
George Wilson, and my husband is the deputy DA for this county.  Do you
really think any cop will arrest me?  Now lets stop this silliness, I
will pay for the bag, and you can go back to counting shopping carts".
With that, the woman got up to leave.
     "Sit down, please, Mrs. Wilson.  You are under citizen's arrest.  I
will notify the city police that I have detained you, and they will be
here shortly."  Dan had grabbed at her arm to steer her back into the
chair.  The woman grabbed his hand, scratched him with her impeccable
nails, and made another step toward the door".
     Something snapped inside Dan.  "Sit the fuck down in that chair.
One more fucking word out of you, bitch, and not only will I call the
cops, but I will personally make sure that the gossip editor for the
Daily Tribune is here, and gets a picture of you in handcuffs."
     "Fuck you", screamed Mrs. George Wilson. " I'll have your job-"
     "You can have my job", answered Dan.  He picked up the phone and
dialed a number.  "Give me the city desk, people-you-know editor".  With
that, Mrs. Wilson turned pale.  She reached over and hung up the
telephone.
     "Look, this is crazy.  I only stole the purse as an impulse.  I can
certainly pay for it.  And look, I'll tell you what, I'll make it worth
your while- how about $500".  With those words, she turned to Dan and
smiled. It was the kind of smile that made Dan hate rich woman.  She had
the perfect white teeth, pretty face, smooth skin, and silky hair that
only came with thousand dollar cosmetics from Paris.  As a final touch,
when she talked with Dan she thrust her chest out, making sure her
nipples poked through the blouse and bra she was wearing.
     "OK, bitch, I'll take the $500".  Mrs. Wilson got up, pulled a
wallet out of her pocket, counted out 5 crisp $100 notes, and turned
toward the door.  "Just a minute, honey.  How do I know you didn't steal
anything else?"
     "Of course I didn't take anything else.  I have wasted enough time
with your foolishness, and wish to take my leave of you".
     "Stop right the fuck there.  I am not finished with you yet."
     "Oh but you are", answered Mrs. Wilson.
     "Oh, but I am not."  Dan pointed to the security camera in the
room.  "I have video of you, bribing me not to turn you in.  I can't
image what the local Fox channel would pay for that.  There must be a
"Worlds Nastiest Rich Cunt" series in the making by now".  Dan grabbed
her by the arm, led her back to the center of the small room, and
ordered her to empty out her pockets.
     Mrs. Wilson turned her pockets inside out.  All she had was a
driver's license, a few hundred more in cash, and a tube of lipstick.
Dan picked up her license and looked at it.  "Karen, is it?  OK, Karen,
I can see you don't have anything else in your pockets, but still, there
are ways of hiding things."  Dan smiled at her, and in his sweetest,
most quiet and calm voice, said "take off your blouse".
     "WHAT?  No way, mister.  I'll call the cops myself".
     Dan just smiled and handed her the phone.  "Try to make it a quick
call.  I need to call the Tribune when you are finished."
     Karen didn't move a muscle.  After what seemed like an eternity,
she stood up, and turned away from Dan.  Karen walked over to where the
surveillance camera was, and hung an old jacket she found in the room
over the lens.  Dan laughed, knowing that Karen didn't realize there
were two cameras, and the second was well concealed.  Karen pulled the
silk skirt out of her slacks, and one-by-one, popped open the buttons.
When the blouse slipped off her shoulders, Dan was rewarded by the sight
of her pretty back, nice and tan, certainly without tan lines.  "Turn
around".  When she turned, Dan could see her luscious tits, constrained
by the silky bra.  It was sheer enough that her nipples just poked
through, and the tops of her tits were not covered at all.  Again, not a
hint of tan lines.
     "Satisfied, pervert?" snorted Karen.
     "Yes, very much so.  And yet, how am I to know that there is
nothing hidden between those lovely tits?  Why don't you step over here
so I can check, it will only take a second".  Karen took her time, but
in the end walked over and stood in front of Dan.  Dan reached up and
put his hands around Karen's back.  Slowly, he worked his way around the
sides of her breasts, kneading and squishing them through the bra.  When
he got to the front, he slid his hands to the tops, where her tits were
uncovered.  Dan rubbed his hands over the tops of her breasts, then slid
his left hand between her breasts and down inside her bra.  "Don't see
nothing yet", he said.
     Karen had a look on her face that would crack cast iron.  Her lips,
already in a permanent pout, were even more upturned, with her white
teeth showing through.  "I hate you, you sick fuck", she hissed.
     Dan couldn't have cared less.  He now moved his hands to the bottom
of her tits, and cupped them in his hands, bouncing them to see if they
contained any contraband.  Finally, he used his thumb and forefinger of
each hand to pinch her nipples, first gently, then hard, then very
hard.  As he did this, Karen's nipples grew hard to his touch.  "This
seems suspicious.  I think you may be hiding something here like jewelry
or something", said Dan.   "Take the bra off".
     Karen thought about protesting, but the thought of her picture on
the society page in handcuffs made her think better of it.  She resigned
herself to Dan playing with her tits, and reached around and unclasped
her bra.  Her tits sprung out, erect and firm.  Karen had 34C breasts,
with no sag and a perfect wineglass shape.  Her husband called them just
the right size for sucking on, something she loved.  Her nipples were
not very long, but they got as hard as steel when she was aroused, or
angry.  Her nipples were as hard as they ever got.
     Dan repeated his breast examination, this time without the bra.  He
loved the feel as he cupped them from underneath and got them bouncing,
first in sync, then alternating.  Dave found the small tattoo of the
butterfly on the underside of Karen's left breast, and started flicking
it with his finger, until it got red and obviously hurt, but Karen was
too proud to admit to the pain.  Finally, he amused himself by pulling
on the nipples until her tits stretched up in the air, then letting them
go.  Karen had a scowl on her face, but didn't say anything.
     "Satisfied now, you fuckin' pervert?" snarled Karen.
      "I wish you would stop calling me that", said Dave.  "Besides, we
are almost done.  Just take off the rest of your clothes, and then I can
let you go on your way."
     "Hey, look- I let you play around bouncing my tits, but that it.
Bad enough I let you pull my nipples until they hurt, but there is no
way you are getting inside my pants.  Forget it!".  Karen gave Dave her
best intimidation look.
     "Suit yourself, bitch".  Dave got up and started walking out.  "Of
course, I don't know how you are going to explain the article in the
gossip section about how a store security guard knew about your tattoo.
The newspaper won't say where it was, of course, but you husband will
recognize the description, now won't he".
     "OK, your win.  But please, I'll just take my clothes off for a
minute and then I want to-... "
     "What the fuck is with you?  I make the rules here, not you.  You
will take off your pants, you will take off your panties, and you will
sit your ass up on that table and spread your legs for me, and you will
do it before I count to 10".  Dave surprised even himself with his
tone.  He knew he hated rich bitches, but didn't know he had this in
him.  He almost started to feel a little compassion, until he remembered
the reason he was so sexually frustrated is because his own wife had
left, all because of...
     Dave was brought back to reality by Karen sitting on the table and
spreading her legs, wide.  Her thighs were perfect, smooth, and led up
to a fantastic looking bush.  Karen had trimmed her pubic hair just
enough to let her pussy lips poke through.  Her lips were a delicate
shade of red, and from where he stood, Dan could just see the tip of her
clit poking through.  He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a small drop
of moisture.  Certainly it smelled like sex. "Boy, I don't know, it sure
looks like you might be hiding something in there."
     Dave walked over to Karen, and put his hands on her knees.  Slowly,
he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, finally getting to the
soft fold where her legs met her crotch.  He ran his fingernail over
this spot, being rewarded with a gasp as Karen drew in a breath.  Next
he slid his hand over her bush, taking time to caress the soft hair and
allowing the back of his hand to brush over Karen's pussy lips.  Karen
gasped again, and drew in a quick breath.   "I knew you would like that,
you slut".
     "Shut up and get on with this".  Despite Karen's harsh words, Dave
knew her body was betraying her.  Already he could feel the moisture on
his hand from Karen's labia.  He allowed more pressure on his hand, and
with his index finger began tracing a line around the folds of Karen's
cunt.  He was rewarded with a small gush of moisture which sprayed all
over his finger.  "My god", thought Dave, "she's one of those".
     Karen began squirming as Dave kept up the pressure on her pussy.
Dave took his left thumb and forefinger and grabbed hold of Karen's
clit.  He squeezed it until Karen tried to pull away, backed off a
little, then squeezed it again.  Soon he was pressing just about as hard
as he could, and Karen made no move to free her clit from his grasp.
With his other hand, he worked one, then two, and finally three fingers
inside her pussy.  Karen was sopping wet.  Dave used his middle knuckle
to grind against the roof of Karen's pussy, and was rewarded with a
strong contraction as Karen tried to pull his fingers further inside of
her.  Karen was now pinching her own nipples, and was moaning- Dave
hoped the room was reasonably soundproof.  In another minute, Karen
started shaking all over.  Dave was amazed as she pulled on her own
nipples and ground her snatch into Dave's hand.  With a loud gasp, Karen
shuddered one last time, and collapsed onto the table.  If Dave had
given a damn, he would have seen a smile on her face.
     But Dave didn't give a damn.  In fact, he was angry.  Here he was,
trying to molest the hell out of some rich bitch, and the fucking broad
enjoyed it.  Dave stepped back and took off his pants and shorts.  His
dick, all 6" of it, stood at attention.  Still angry, and hornier by the
minute, Dave grabbed Karen by the ankles, and pulled her roughly off the
table so she was facing him.  Dave then forced her shoulders around,
grabbed her tits, and used them as levers to pull her down so she was
standing, but now bent over the table.
     Dave came up behind her, and smacked her ass.  He did it hard
enough that her whole body shook, and watched as her tits bounced, then
came to rest against he edge of the table.   He did this a couple times,
each time a little harder then previous.  He was mesmerized by her tits
bouncing like they did, finally coming to rest and hanging down.
     Finally, Dave grabbed one ass cheek in each hand, and forced them
apart.  Karen's pretty rosebud of an asshole came into view, and Dave
pressed his dick against it.  "No, please, I have never done that".
     "That makes to of us honey.   And if I were you, I would take some
of the juice your cunt has been putting out and rub it around your
asshole, and I would do it now".  Karen complied, using her fingers to
probe inside her cunt, then rubbed them against her ass.  Dave lost
patience, forced her hands out of the way, and rammed his dick into her
ass.
     Karen screamed, louder this time.  Dave pulled nearly all the way
out, and then rammed into her ass again.  Karen crashed against the
table, nearly loosing her balance, and mashing her tits into the
tabletop.  Dave had never knew anything could feel this good, and kept
at it, pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming himself back
inside her as hard as he could.
     Dave knew he was about at the end of his rope.  He pulled out of
her ass, and grabbed Karen by the hair on the back of her head.  He
pulled up so she stood upright, then with one hand of jet-black hair,
and one hand full of nipple, forced her to kneel on the ground.  Karen
was now kneeling right in front of Dave's dick, and Dave was jerking
himself off as hard as he could.
     When he came, semen flew at Karen's head, hitting her right above
the bridge of the nose.  Cum splashed over her face, her eyes, her lips,
and even a blob or two was visible against her long hair.  Dave forced
his dick in her mouth so she could clean him off, and was surprised when
Karen complied.
     Dave got dressed, straightened his uniform, and turned to fix his
tie in the mirror.  Karen could barely stand, let alone walk.  "Take
your time, bitch, you earned it", Dave said as he walked out the door
and left the room.  Even after what he had done, Dave still had some
feeling, and walked over to the counter and picked up the purse Karen
had tried to steal.  On his way back to the security room, he grabbed a
handful of Godiva chocolates from the display rack and stuffed them in
the purse.  He barged into the room, found Karen stuffing her tits back
in her bra, and almost started over again.  Instead he handed her the
purse, and walked out.  Dave saw Karen in the store many more times,
always dressed to kill, but never saw her try anything else again.
     Of course, he did have that video tape.


Chapter 4


     In his 6 months at his new job, Dave had learned much.  He was
still blessed with his cop's instinct, and could almost smell out a
shoplifter.  Shrinkage in the departments Dave patrolled was down by
30%, and word was around town that his store was not a good place for
five-fingered discounting.
     Dave had numerous chances to repeat his performance with Karen on
other, unsuspecting victims.  The two weeks before the high-school prom
season had Dave looking so ragged his supervisor suggested he take a
vacation.  Dave did need a vacation, but not because of his work. He
felt like he had banged half the graduating class of the local high
school- and most of them in their prom dresses.   Dave had bagged so
much teen-aged pussy that he thought his hair was going to go gray.  In
fact, Dave didn't even have time for the more humiliating things he had
thought up- usually just letting the girls go with a strip tease,
blowjob and maybe a finger in the pussy or two.
     Dave also learned to patrol the hosiery department, as stockings
and pantyhose were always popular with shoplifters.  Dave was a leg man,
and usually let the girls go if they modeled what they were trying to
steal, and only what they were trying to steal, from him.  Dave had a
real thing about foot jobs from women just wearing a pair of black
stockings.
     Unfortunately, success has its price.  The low theft rates of the
areas Dave patrolled were noticed by management.  Dave came into work
one Monday morning and was told to report to Mr. Fielders office, the
store general manager.  Dave figured the gig was up.  Two days ago, Dave
had caught teenage twin girls trying to shoplift two pairs of Keds.  The
videotape he had of the girls doing naked calisthenics caused him to
blow his load in less than 30 seconds everytime.  A 36C girl just
shouldn't do jumping jacks... and high kicks were just something to be
seen to be believed.  Still grinning, Dave walked into Fielder's office.

     Dave didn't get fired.   Worse.   He was now head of the Loss
Prevention Department, meaning that 5 people that were more fucked up
than he was now worked for him.  It meant more money, but it also meant
no more working by himself and taking suspects to the security room.
"Oh well", though Dave.  "Better I stop before I get caught".



Chapter 5



     It was Memorial Day weekend, and as supervisor, Dave had to juggle
all the shifts of people who wanted time off.  The net result was than
Saturday afternoon found Dave working by himself because the guard who
was supposed to work called in with the flu.  Budweiser Flu, Dave was
sure.
     Dave was wondering through the store, and without even thinking,
walked past the bridal salon.  There were three girls in the salon, no
doubt trying on every gown in the store- and they would probably end up
buying one from K-Mart anyway.  Dave took a look anyway.  The bride
could only be described as cute.   She was about 5'3, short blond hair,
petite, with small tits and a cute little ass.  Her small face and
features made her look very young, and she had a smile that lit up the
room.  She looked a little like Heather Locklear, only with smaller
features and softer curves.
     The other two girls had to be bridesmaids.  One was a taller
version of the bride, and had to be her sister.  They were close to
being twins, although the taller one had longer hair and a more lavish
look rather than the cuteness of her sister.  The third girl was a
redhead, and while Dave could not see too much of her without being
obvious, he did notice a set of legs and high-heeled sandals that caught
his eye.
     The odds of someone swiping a wedding dress were pretty small, so
Dave kept on walking.  He managed to catch a 17yr old boy trying to
swipe a brandy snifter- Dave was so amazed that a kid wanted a crystal
decanter that he just let him go.  The welfare mom trying to swipe kids
underwear was just too pathetic, and Dave turned the corner and walked
in the other direction.  Why a welfare Mom couldn't do her shoplifting
at K-Mart always puzzled him, but he had long since given up trying to
understand the local criminal mind.  At times like this, Dave almost
thought of himself as the guy at the casino that handed out perks-
instead of free rooms to high rollers, Dave gave out fruit-of-the-looms
to single moms.  What the fuck was the difference anyway.

     Dave was walking back from the young men's section to his office,
and took a detour through women's intimate apparel.  He heard the
giggling fifty feet away, and knew the bridal party he had observed
earlier was working their way through the lingerie section.  Instinct
took over.  Dave knew that it was common for the bridal party to do a
little shopping when they were together, both for wedding night stuff as
well as the traditional items.  Dave didn't remember the whole poem, but
he did recall "something borrowed, something blue", and knew that often
the something borrowed was in fact borrowed from the store.  Sure
enough, walking up behind the girls, he saw a blue teddy get picked out
for a purchase, and a black negligee get "borrowed" into the redheads
purse.
     As usual, Dave followed them past the last purchase point- which
gave him a chance to scope out the redhead's legs and ass.  Wow.  She
was wearing a pair of shorts which seemed to work their way up into her
ass, and left the bottom portion of her cheeks visible.  She had long
legs, smooth, and tanned.  The high heeled sandals did a great job of
adding to her leg line and pushing her ass out further.  The redhead had
nice tits, although they looked fake.
     The two blonds were cut from the same mold.  Both were wearing
tight blue jeans, and both had the sort of asses that Calvin Klein was
thinking of when he went into the blue-jean business.  He couldn't see
them from the front, but the curves were certainly looking good from the
back.
     As soon as they were out of the store, Dave confronted them.
"Excuse me, ladies, but I am with store security, and I need to speak
with you".  The two blondes smiled at Dave, obviously unaware of what
was going on.  The redhead went pale, which was a nice contrast to her
red hair and blue eyes.  A sort of Memorial Day theme, thought Dave.

     Dave led the three of them into the security room.  It was a tight
fit, but Dave didn't mind at all.  Both blondes had very perky, but
small tits, and Dave enjoyed being in close proximity.  "What is it you
want?" asked the Bride.  "We were just shopping, and we didn't see
anything".
     "I am sure you didn't, Miss, but I did.  One of you took an item
from the confines of this retail establishment after willfully
concealing it to avoid payment of the purchase price".  Dave tried his
best to sound authoritative.
     "But we didn't", said the larger blonde.  Dave noticed for the
first time that the larger blonde had an even smaller waist and larger
hips than her sister. And her sister was pretty damn curvy already.
"None of us took anything".
     Dave was getting tired of the game already.  "OK, if nobody took
anything, then this will only take a few minutes.  I will just call the
police, and the officer assigned to the store will be here within five
minutes.  The police will have the authority to ask you to open and
inspect your handbags, and if my suspicions are unfounded, you ladies
will all be having lunch in our patio restaurant, on me".
     There was total silence.  Dave shrugged, and picked up the phone.
"Uh, what would they do to us if they found us with something hidden?"
It was the redhead, as Dave knew it would be without even looking.  The
blondes looked at her in horror.
     "Well, Miss, I can't really say.  You would no doubt be arrested
for retail theft.  And since there are three of you, the officer will
either have to request backup, or cuff you together and take you to the
precinct for booking.  One of you for retail theft, and the others for
conspiracy to commit..."
     "You mean, like, jail?".  Again, the redhead.   Where did these
girls come from, anyway.
     "Yes, exactly like jail", explained Dave in his best Andy Sipowitz
voice.  "I can't tell you exactly what would happen, but you would be
under arrest, and put in a holding cell at the station.  Then, depending
upon the number of inmates and how soon you can make bail, you may be
transferred from the station to the justice center down in south
county."
     The older blonde started to catch on.  "The justice center-   THAT
IS JAIL!"  There is no way.  I know we can make bail.  My parents are
out of town, but there are bail bondsmen, right?  They would get us
right out, wouldn't they?'
     Dave couldn't believe this.  How could anyone get to be an adult
and be so clueless.  "Yes, Miss, a bailbondsman could certainly bail you
out.  Normally, that would not be a problem at all.  But you see, I must
warn you that I used to be a policeman, and I know a little about what
happens.  The problem is that this is the first holiday weekend of the
summer, and even worse, the first weekend of the summer with hot
weather.  That means that every asshole in the world has been drinking
beer all day, and is pretty much on his way to jail right now for
beating up his neighbor.  I'm afraid bail-bondsmen get a little busy.
If I were you, I'd figure on spending the night in the justice center".
     "Oh my god!  I can't go to a jail like that." This time it was the
bride.
     "I'll tell you what, Miss."  It was Detective Sipowitz again.  Why
don't you use the phone over there to call someone now.  This way they
will have a headstart at bailing you out, and just maybe you won't have
to spend the night.".   Dave was truly proud of himself.  He remembered
all the interrogation techniques well, but had never had the chance to
play both bad cop and good cop at the same time.  It was time for the
finishing touch. "If you will excuse me, I have to step into my other
office for a second to get an incident form.  The door will be locked,
and I will be back in 30 seconds.  By the way, do not bother trying to
remove possible stolen items from your purse- you will notice the video
cameras- they are admissible in court."

     Dave knew there would be a council of war while he was gone, and
spent the better part of five minutes standing outside the door to the
security room.  Satisfied that he had let the situation sink in, he
walked into the room, even whistling like Andy Sipowitz.
     Without saying a word, Dave picked up the phone and started
dialing.  "Wh-Who are you calling", asked the redhead.
     "The police, who else.  But don't worry, they can usually get here
in a few minutes."
     "Ah, can we talk to you for a second?" the redhead asked.  "We were
wondering if we could sort of make a deal or something".
     "I am sorry, Miss, but I am just a security guard. Only a judge can
make deals on sentencing".
     "We thought that maybe we could make a deal to avoid all the
hassles.  My sister and I are from a wealthy family, and we give you
some money to look the other way."  The tall blonde looked at Dave, gave
him her cutest smile, and waited for an answer.
     She would never know that if she hadn't said "rich", she might have
had a chance.  "How much do you have on you?" asked Dave.
     "We only have about $30 on us, but we could give you more.  Would
$1000 do it?"
       "And just how did you propose to give me $1000 when you only have
$30?" asked Dave.  He could almost feel the answer coming.  This would
be fun.
     "We could write you a check".
     "What the fuck are you talking about?  A check!  How fucking stupid
do you broads think I am.  Give me a break.  A check."  Dave picked up
the phone and started dialing again.
     He got about 3 digits into the number and the redhead reached over
and put her hand on top of his.   "Maybe there is something else we
could negotiate with?" she purred.
     "Maybe there is, but I don't know what it could be.  You have no
money, and your credit certainly isn't too good.  What did you have in
mind?"  Dave loved the suspense.  Like he didn't know what they had in
mind.
     "Well", said the bride, "we noticed that you are a good looking
man, and we are good looking girls, and we thought that maybe we could,
you know, make you feel better".
     "Look, girls, I am a busy man.  My shift is over in 5 minutes, and
the only thing I want is to get you three off to jail and then go home.
If you have an offer, I am ready to listen, but make it quick."
     "Sex"
     "Three"
     "What"
     "Three" said Dave again.
     "Three what?"
     Dave looked at the girls.  "It is 4:30.  My shift is over at 5:00.
If you can make me cum 3 times in the half hour, you and your slutty
stolen negligee can walk out of here.  Otherwise the county will give
you complimentary nightgowns tonight".  Dave didn't think it was
necessary to tell them that he had a matinee double-header his
girlfriend on his lunch hour, and that three more cumshots in one day
would be a major event in his life-a new record actually.  The three
girls looked at each other.  The bride made the first vertical motion
with her head, not more than a fraction of an inch.  That was enough.
The other two started nodding in sync, and the deal was closed within 5
seconds.

     Dave sat down in his chair, took off his watch and set the alarm to
5:00.

     "What do you want us to do", asked the tall blond.
     "Tell me your names"
     "I am Brenda" said the redhead.  "The bride over there is Sandy,
and her sister is Tina".
     "OK"
     "Now what do you want us to do", asked Sandy.
     Dave just held up his hand with three fingers extended, and pointed
to his watch on the table.


     Tina and Sandy looked at each other.  Sandy walked over to Dave's
chair and sat in his lap. Her butt felt good on Dave's let, and Sandy
let her hand fall down to Dave's groin.  She felt his dick, still soft,
but getting harder.  Sandy reached down and opened Dave's zipper, then
reached inside for his dick.
     "Can't you at least help us by taking off your pants?" asked
Brenda.  Dave looked at her and nodded a "no".
     "I will stand up if that will help, but it is all up to you
ladies".
     Dave stood up, and Sandy went to work on his belt buckle.   Brenda
reached down to untie his shoelaces, and when she did, Dave stuck his
hand up under her shorts and grabbed her ass, hard.  She shrieked,
turned around, and was ready to say something.  Sandy stared her down,
and she went back to the shoelaces.  Dave went back to sticking his
finger up her ass.

     Brenda took care of the footwear, Sandy had Dave's pants and shorts
off, and Tina went to work on his shirt and tie.  She stood behind him,
pressed her tits into Dave's back, and proceeded to undo his tie and
shirt.  They now had Dave naked.
     As soon as Brenda finished with his shoes, she stood to one side so
Sandy could use her hands on Dave's dick.  Dave reached over and grabbed
the waistband of Brenda's shorts and pulled them down.  She let them
fall, and gracefully stepped out of them, leaving her wearing her tight
top and black panties.  Dave grabbed the elastic of her panties, and
Brenda tried to step away from him.  Dave refused to let go, and the
front of her panties were pulled into her pussy, and went even further
in as Dave pulled harder to make Brenda take a step back and closer to
him.  He even pulled the backs up, turning her panties into thongs.
     Sandy was giving him a fair handjob, but it was obvious that it
wasn't her best skill.  Nervously, Sandy started moving her mouth closer
to Dave's dick.  Dave grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her
mouth over his dick.  Sandy choked at first, but managed to get a rhythm
going.  If it had been the first one of the day, Dave would have come by
now.  As it was, he was hard, but was nowhere near cumming.
     Sandy was getting frustrated.  She thought this would be a 2 minute
exercise, but obviously not.  She was also upset that her sister and
friend were just standing there, watching her do all the work.  To make
up for it, she reached over and grabbed Brenda's shirt and pulled it
over her head. Brenda was now wearing a bra, panties and heels, and was
mad at Sandy.  She made up for it by unsnapping Sandy's jeans and
pulling them over her ass.
     Sandy kept right on sucking, and Brenda went to work on her
blouse.  She unbuttoned every button and pulled the blouse off.  Without
even stopping for a second, she unsnapped Sandy's bra, and had it off
too.  Dave looked down and saw Sandy, bobbing away on his dick and her
small, but soft tits bouncing with every suck.  He wanted to see Sandy's
ass, but didn't want to take her away from his throbbing dick.  Then he
remembered that he had the next best thing right behind him.  He reached
around and pulled Tina in front of him.  He unsnapped and unzipped her
jeans, and pushed them over her thighs.  That left Tina in a t-shirt and
her white panties.  Dave grabbed the waistband of Tina's panties, and
pulled them off her as well.
     Dave was pleased to see that Tina was a natural blonde, and a hairy
one at that.  Her pubic hair was thick and long, and completely hid her
pussy from his view.  Her hair felt wonderful as he rubbed his hand back
and forth over it, finally settling on a finger inside her pussy.  She
was dry as a bone when he stuck his finger in, and it must have hurt
her- but now after a little wiggling inside her and over her clit, she
was wet and getting wetter.
     Dave felt the familiar feeling inside his balls, and knew he was
close to coming.  He let Sandy keep working, but at the last minute,
pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face and tits.  Sandy,
wearing only panties, looked lovely as the stream of cum dripped off her
cheek and onto her tits.

     Dave's penis went soft, and he sat down in the only chair in the
room.  He stuck his index finger in his mouth, and drew a 1 in the air.
The three girls looked at each other, and Sandy stared hard at the other
two, making sure they knew that she had done her part.
     Both Brenda and Tina were still wearing their shirts, and when
Brenda walked in front of Dave, he grabbed her tits and pinched her
nipples through the shirt.  Tina sensed what he was after, and came up
behind Brenda and pulled her shirt over her head.  Dave grabbed the cups
of her bra and pulled them down so that her tits- Dave guessed 36C-
spilled out.  He resumed his deathgrip on Brenda's left nipple.  Sandy
surprised him by pulling off Tina's shirt and bra, and Tina returned the
favor by pulling Sandy's panties off.  All three girls were naked-
except for Brenda's high heels.

     Brenda moved in front of Dave, and started playing with his penis.
She looked around for a towel to clean off the cum, but Dave just shook
his head.  With a frown, Brenda used her tongue to clean off the last of
Dave's cum that he hadn't shot all over Sandy's face.  Still, Dave
wasn't getting hard- not nearly hard enough to fuck.  Brenda was getting
desperate, when she had an idea.  She reached over and grabbed Tina by
the nipple and pulled her in front of her.  Dave's dick moved and became
a little harder.  Figuring that she was onto something, Brenda starting
rubbing Tina's tits.  But these were not lesbian, girl-girl soft
caresses.  Brenda had one of Tina's tits in each hand, and was mashing
them against Tina's ribcage.  Every so often, Brenda would take one
nipple and either bite it or pinch it, hard enough that Tina cried out.
With each bite or pinch, Brenda managed to get Dave a little harder.
     This was working, but it was not enough.  Tina realized she could
do more for the group effort, and she grabbed her sister Sandy.  Even
while Brenda was biting Tina's tits, Tina had her hand at Sandy's
snatch, rubbing, prodding, and fingering.  When Dave looked over, Tina
had two fingers inside her sister.  Then three.  When Dave looked over
again, Tina had her entire fist inside her sister, and Sandy appeared to
be enjoying the feeling.  Dave was getting pretty hard by now, and
Brenda took the opportunity to sit in his lap and mount his dick.
     Dave looked to his left, and saw Sandy tense up and then go limp.
Her sister had just brought her to an orgasm, and Dave was willing to
bet it wasn't the first time.  Then Sandy went to work on Tina, only not
on her pussy.  Sandy came up behind Tina, and started spreading her ass
cheeks.  Tina had a dreamy look on her face, which Dave took as a
challenge and so reached over and pinched her clit, very hard.   Tina
screeched in pain, and Sandy took the opportunity to ram her middle
finger up her sister's ass.   Dave was watching this at the same time
that Brenda was fucking him silly.  It was too much for him, and he felt
another cum on its way.  He pulled himself out of Brenda, stood up
quick, and stuffed his dick in Brenda's mouth, coming even as he did
it.  Brenda swallowed some of it, but most of it was on her lips and
chin.  She was quite the sight as the last of Dave's cum dribbled off
her chin and onto her legs.
     Dave looked at his watch.  Fifteen minutes to go, and Dave didn't
think he had a prayer of mustering another load.  But, nothing ventured,
nothing gained.  He decided at that point he would not turn the girls
in, even if he didn't cum again.  He also decided not to tell them
that.  He also made sure he knocked his watch off the table by accident
so no one could tell the time.

     Dave got up and lay down on the table.  He rested on his side, not
out of any particular preference, but more so that he could stare at the
three naked beauties in the room with him.  The more he looked at Tina
and Sandy, the more amazed he was.  Both had the curviest asses and hips
he had remembered seeing.  Sandy was shorter, and appeared even curvier,
but Tina, with the longer legs had a look that said fashion model.  Both
had platinum hair, in both places, soft, silky and shiny.   This was not
to ignore Brenda.  More the voluptuous type, she had the large soft
tits, round face and an ass that just demanded to be pinched.  Her legs
were muscular- obviously a runner, and her bush was a pretty shade of
red.  The bright red of her labia and the deep red of her hair made for
a very artistic presentation of feminine charms.

     As Dave lay on his side, he felt Brenda come up behind him.  She
was licking his ass, and it was something Dave never felt before.  While
she was doing this, Sandy sat up on the table, and pushed her pussy
right in Dave's face.  Never one to turn down a free meal, Dave went to
work on Sandy.  Her pussy had a very sweet taste, and Dave made a note
to himself to find out if sisters tasted the same.  He nibbled on
Sandy's pussy lips, and used his tongue to caress the outside of her
pussy lips and her clit.  Dave also remembered a trick his ex-wife had
taught him, and started humming while he was nibbling on Sandy's clit.
As soon as he did it, Sandy went over the edge, nearly strangling Dave
as she closed her thighs on his head.  Tina saw what had happened, and
obviously wanted to see what had set Sandy off so fast.  Dave obliged,
and found out that sisters do taste the same.  Right about the time Dave
started his humming trick, he nearly flew through roof himself.  Brenda
was still behind him, and she had worked her tongue up and given him a
rimjob- another first for Dave.  He had never felt anything so good, and
for the first time understood why fruitcakes were such a happy lot.
Dave was in heaven.  Unfortunately for the girls, he was not getting
hard.

     After her rimjob, and after he got Tina off, Dave laid flat on his
back, and figured he would see what the girls came up with next.  Tina
came up from his legs, licking her way up his legs, aiming at his
balls.  Dave felt bad, because he knew he wasn't going to get hard, but
he was enjoying himself far too much to call it quits.  Tina had his
balls in her mouth now, and was doing a great job of sucking and licking
his balls and the underside of his penis.   Sandy and Brenda looked at
each other, looked at Tina, and winked.  Dave had the feeling they had
just called the hail-mary play.

     Sandy sat on the floor, in a lotus kind of position.  She was off
to Dave's right, and he had a pretty good view.  Brenda came up in front
of Sandy, and put her snatch right in Sandy's face.  Sandy started
sucking on Brenda's clit, and Dave could hear the licking sounds.  Sandy
also had one hand in her own snatch, but Dave couldn't really see what
she was doing.  Tina continued her world class blowjob, and Dave
actually felt a stir.  Maybe it would work?

     Dave watched as Sandy and Brenda continued to go to work on each
other.  Both were now squatting on their heels, with their legs spread
wide.  This let each girl work on her friend's pussy, tits, or in
Sandy's case, Brenda had a finger up her ass.
     Dave was getting even harder.
     But even Dave wasn't ready for what happened.  Brenda was still
squatting, but Sandy had moved her sweet little face right under
Brenda's pussy.  Just when Dave thought Brenda was going to grind her
pussy in Sandy's face, Brenda let loose with a stream of piss, catching
Sandy right on the face and tits. Sandy held her mouth open, and some of
the piss was definitely going inside of her mouth.  Brenda kept pissing
for what seemed like forever, finally ending in a trickle that didn't
even clear Sandy's hair.
     Before Brenda had a chance to get up from the squatting position
she was in, Sandy jumped up, turned toward Brenda, pushed her pussy in
Brenda's face, and let loose with her own stream of hot piss.  Brenda's
face was absolutely covered in piss, and it was dripping down on her
tits.  Sandy then redirected the flow, and aimed her piss right at
Brenda's snatch.
     It was too much for Dave.  He came in Tina's mouth- came even
harder than the first two times.  Dave had never known he was a water
sports fan, but he knew it now.


     Dave and the girls got dressed- as best they could.  Dave walked
out to the sales floor and "borrowed" a couple sweatsuits for the
girls.  The room smelled pretty bad, but Dave just closed the door and
went home.  Let somebody else worry about it.

     The next week, Dave quit his job as a supervisor, and went to work
for a different department store, again as a floor patrol officer.

     He never say any of the girls again, although he did cut out the
wedding picture in the paper.  He keeps it in his bathroom.

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