Mall Peeper (Mg; voy; mast; oral; ped)
By Neverlander
(c) October 2008

Andrea was bored.  When was Louise going to tell her she could take her 
break?  It's past three, for fuck's sake.  She must have forgot, the 
stupid cow.  I mean, it's not like it's busy here today -- only one kid 
in the whole line of dressing rooms.  Come on, Weezie, I gotta get out 
of here for a little while or I'll go nuts!  And I gotta pee, too.

She stretched her legs in front of her and bumped her heels up and down 
on the floor.  It was fun working at the mall at first.  The friends 
she used to hang out with here would come by to visit sometimes, and 
that was fun.  And it was cool getting the employee discount.  But it 
was all starting to get old now.  Work is work, especially when it's 
boring like hanging clothes back up or checking how much stuff girls 
take into the dressing rooms.  Maybe she'll quit, try to get into 
college again.  Whatever.

There he is again.  That was another part of the job, keeping the pervs 
away from the dressing rooms.  Geez, they're so obvious!  What does he 
think, he's gonna walk up and peek through the doors, just like that?  
Like we're not going to notice a horny old guy wandering around a 
girl's boutique?  That was one of the reasons she had to sit here 
outside the dressing rooms, keep dirty old men like him away.  'Course, 
it's always possible that he was here checking her out, too.  That was 
one part of the job she didn't mind, teasing the pervs who hung out at 
the mall.  She liked it, in fact, liked it a lot.  She knew she had a 
killer bod and always wore stuff that was sure to give them something 
to drool over when they jerked off at night thinking about her -- tight 
blouses, short skirts, things like that.  She loved to get them hot and 
bothered and frustrated; it made her laugh to think about it.

"Hey, Andrea, why don't you go for a break now."  Finally.  Old four-
eyes must have cleaned her glasses so she can see the clock.  "Try to 
be back in fifteen, okay?"

"Yeah, right, no prob."  Andrea grabbed her bag and left the store, 
making a bee line for the ladies' loo in the customer service corridor.  
When she came out and was about to turn back up the corridor, her eye 
was caught by a movement just up the hall.  Someone was going through 
the building maintenance door.  The door closed immediately, but not 
before she saw who had gone inside.  What the fuck?  What's he doing 
there?  It was the old guy she'd just seen in her store, she was sure 
of it.  Well, this is interesting -- gotta check this out.

She walked to the maintenance door and tried the knob -- it was open.  
Looking around briefly, she opened the door and quietly slipped inside.  
There was a single light bulb on over the door that illuminated an 
assortment of mops, pails and shelves of cleaning materials to the 
left, while on the right another door led to the long storage area that 
ran along the back walls of the block of stores in wing B of the mall.  
She went to the door and opened it, quietly closing it behind her.  It 
was dark inside, but in the distance she could make out a dim light at 
the other end of the space, enough to move without bumping into the 
clutter of boxes that lined the walls.  Taking off her shoes so that 
her high heels wouldn't click on the concrete floor, she began to make 
her way stealthily towards the light.

When she had covered about half the distance to the end of the storage 
area, she saw him.  At least she assumed it was the same guy, since 
there wasn't anyone else here.  She quickly moved forward and hid 
herself behind a large box where she was completely in shadow, and 
carefully peeked out from around it.  Then her lip curled in a smile.

He was kneeling on the floor, with his face pressed up against the 
wall.  His eye was illuminated by a circle of light shining from a 
small hole in the plasterboard that formed the back wall of one of the 
mall stores.  He was staring hard, his mouth partly open, licking his 
upper lip and biting the lower one, struggling to control his panting 
breath.  The fly of his pants was open, and his right hand slowly 
stroked his erect penis, caressing and squeezing it, twisting his fist 
around the rim of the bulbous, enflamed knob of the glans.  The shaft 
was dark and heavily veined; it had obviously gotten a lot of use.

"Why, you old pervert!" Andrea thought to herself as she watched him 
masturbate, totally unaware he was being watched.  From his location, 
almost exactly halfway down wing B, she knew that he had to be looking 
into one of the dressing rooms in her shop.  Probably the same little 
redhead who was there when she left -- eight or nine -- went in with 
her mother -- big-ass pile of stuff to try on.  Old perv's gettin' 
himself off jerking to pre-teen pussy!  God, this is just too funny!

As he drew closer to orgasm, the man's face took on an almost worried 
expression: his brow knitted into a frown and his mouth rounded to an 
"Oh!" of helplessness.  Andrea heard him whispering "Oh God, oh God," 
as he shifted his position to grasp his balls with his left hand while 
his right began to stroke rapidly up and down the shaft of his rigid 
penis, coaxing it towards orgasm, all the while keeping his eye pressed 
to the hole in the wall.  Then he climaxed and his semen shot up in 
several long spurts, hitting the wall and falling on the floor and back 
on his hands as he continued to pump and twist his slick cock through 
the last spasms of pleasure.  Finally he sat panting with his back 
against the wall, his eyes closed as he recovered his breath and his 
excitement abated.  He drew tissues from his shirt pocket and used them 
to wipe off his hands and his penis, evidently having brought them 
along for that purpose.  Then he got to his feet and zipped up his 
pants, and was humming and smiling to himself as he passed Andrea where 
she crouched unnoticed in the shadows.  When he passed through the door 
she got up and put her shoes back on, and slowly followed him out.

"Well, well, what do we do about this?" she thought as she emerged from 
the maintenance closet into the corridor.  "Go tell security?  Oh, I 
don't think so!"  Where others might have seen a criminal act and a 
pervert who needed to be locked up, Andrea saw opportunity.

* * * * *

The next day Andrea kept her eyes opened for yesterday's peeper.  She 
had thought about confronting him right away, but then had decided to 
wait -- it would be fun to play with him a little first.  And she knew 
he'd be back; guys like that could never get enough.

Just before lunch he wandered into the store and pretended to be 
looking at some beaded necklaces hanging on a peg, but Andrea could 
tell he was keeping his eye on a cute little brunette in tight jeans 
who was pulling blouses off a rack to try on.  As soon as the girl 
headed for the dressing rooms, Andrea knew where pervy Pete would be 
off to.  She breezed past Louise -- "Gotta pee, Weezie" -- and sprinted 
down the corridor.  She positioned herself across the hall from the 
maintenance entrance and leaned against the wall as if she was waiting 
for someone.

Not two minutes later the man came hurrying down the hall towards the 
rest rooms, looking at his feet.  He looked like he was heading for the 
men's room at the end of the corridor, but stopped up short when he saw 
Andrea, filing her nails as she leaned against the wall.  He looked 
confused, and half turned awkwardly, as if he wasn't sure where he was.  
Andrea smiled at him sweetly, and continued filing.  He stood still for 
a few seconds, flexing his hands nervously, trying to decide what to 
do.  Andrea laughed to herself.  Think of what you're missing, she 
thought -- you just know she's taking off her shirt now, don't you?  
Think maybe she's not wearing a bra?  Maybe she'll take it off anyway 
to see how she looks in a nice tight t-shirt.  Wanna see that?  She 
stole glances at the man's face, and almost burst out laughing at his 
expression -- he looked desperate, cheated, wishing with all his might 
that she'd leave.  But she didn't, and after a minute he turned and 
hurried back up the corridor, clenching his fists at his sides.

Andrea decided to follow him to see what he'd do next -- she was 
thinking of him as "her peeper."  After pausing to stare at posters in 
the "Victoria's Secret" window, he sat on a bench near where a group of 
young teenage girls were congregated, each with a cell phone pressed to 
her ear, giggling and preening, oblivious of the man on the bench 
staring at them, his hand moving imperceptibly in his lap.  Andrea 
chuckled to herself.  Missing your little-girl fix, are you?  Cock 
feeling deprived?

After about ten minutes the man sighed and got up from the bench.  He 
looked at his watch and wandered away in the direction of the food 
court.  Lunch time, thought Andrea -- well, I guess that's one hunger 
he can do something about!

Andrea went back to the store and stuck her head in to tell Louise she 
was going to lunch, then continued on down the mall.

"But Andrea, I was just about to..." Louise started to say to the back 
of her retreating employee.  Getting no response, she sighed and 
returned to work.

Andrea hurried to the food court and was pleased to see her peeper 
being served at the Burger King counter.  He took his meal and sat 
down, and Andrea smirked when she saw that he had chosen a table that 
provided him with a view of two little girls in sundresses who were 
sitting with their mother two tables away.  She fluffed her hair and 
took a deep breath, then strode briskly to his table and sat down 
facing him.

"Hi!" she said.  "Mind if I sit here?"  He stared at her, holding his 
burger in mid bite, eyes wide in astonishment.  "You look like you 
could use a little cheering up," she said.  "Let's chat a bit, okay?"  
He swallowed and stared at her, speechless.  She was amused to see that 
in spite of his shock his eyes darted between her face and the ample 
cleavage visible at the scoop neckline of her tight jersey.  She leaned 
towards him, and her lip curled in a slight sneer when his eyes locked 
onto her breasts.  She smiled.  "Poor guy," she whispered.  "Didn't get 
to peek and jerk off today, huh?"

His eyes shot open and he lurched from his chair, ready to run.  
"Security's right over there," Andrea said sharply, indicating two 
muscular young men in uniform lounging at their station just outside 
the dining area.  "Should I call them?"  He froze and sat down slowly, 
his eyes avoiding her gaze.  He had turned pale and his hands were 
trembling.

"Relax," she said, "I really don't want to have to call them.  Like I 
said, I just want to chat."

He looked up at her briefly then dropped his eyes.  "Chat about what?" 
he said with a trace of defiance.

"Oh, I think you know what," she replied.  "About your little secret -- 
except now it's our little secret, isn't it?"

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," he said, and looked to 
the side.

"Now listen ... what is your name, anyway?" she said to him.  "We 
haven't been properly introduced!"

"None of your business," he growled.

"That's not very sociable," she pouted.  "I'm Andrea.  And you -- well, 
I think I'll just call you 'Jack' -- short for 'jack off', get it?"  He 
turned red and glared at her.  "Now come on," she said.  "It's better 
than 'Jerk', isn't it?"  He looked away uncomfortably, muttering to 
himself.

"Well, now that introductions are out of the way we can get down to our 
chat!" Andrea said brightly.  "But first, why don't you be a gentleman 
and buy a lady a coke."  She held out her hand.  He stared at it 
blankly.  "Come on, Jack, I'll get it, just give me the money."  He 
frowned and stared at her, unbelieving.  "Listen, Jack," she whispered.  
"We're already on plan B; you want me to go back to A?"  She shot a 
glance towards the security guards.  Reluctantly he reached into his 
pocket and brought out a rumpled wad of bills.  He extracted a dollar 
and handed it to her.  "Thanks!" she said, taking it.  "But actually, I 
think I'll need this, too," she added, quickly snatching a second 
dollar from his hand.  "Inflation, you know?" she said, winking at him.  
She got up and started towards the Burger King.  As she passed him she 
bent down close to his ear.  "Don't think of leaving," she whispered.  
She looked at the guards.  "Those guys are fast -- they'd catch you, 
Jack."

When she returned she sat back down and took a sip from her coke.  She 
sighed.  "I needed that, Jack.  Thanks."

"I get change from that?" he said sullenly.

"I left a tip," she lied, and took another sip.  She was silent for a 
few moments, looking into his eyes.

"Okay, Jack, let's be clear about how things stand," she said finally.  
"I know you recognize me, and I know what you've been doing.  In fact, 
I saw you doing it yesterday."  He reddened, but didn't say anything.  
"Broom closet, halfway down the storage area to my boutique.  Pretty 
little redhead with her mom, lots of clothes to try on -- lot's of 
stripping down for a pervert to drool over!  Sound familiar?"  He began 
to look worried.  "Actually," she continued, "you have a nice cock for 
an old guy.  Real nasty and hairy, but nice and big and stiff.  You 
were doing a good job on it, too, all that rubbing and jerking.  Bet it 
felt real good, huh?  Twisting and squeezing it while that little girl 
teased it something awful -- did you get to see her smooth little 
pussy?"  Her voice had become low and insinuating, and "Jack" was being 
drawn in as he listened in spite of his embarrassment and fear, his 
eyes glistening, the tip of his tongue touching his teeth.  "I bet that 
cock was so warm in your hand," she continued, "ohhh, I'd know just how 
to drive a hard-on like that crazy!  I know what guys like."  She 
smiled, and threw a glance towards the little girls sitting with their 
mother.  They were fidgeting in their chairs and giggling, and one of 
them had drawn her leg up onto the chair, so that her panties were 
visible under her sundress.  "But that's what you'd rather have, isn't 
it?  Just imagine those soft little hands on your hard prick..."  She 
laughed softly as Jack looked over at the little girls; a sheen of 
sweat was glistening on his brow.  "Ohh yes, that's what you like," 
Andrea whispered.  "That's what you need, isn't it?"  She sat back and 
sipped her coke, looking at him.  He was staring at the little girls, 
at the raised sundress.  Andrea prodded his shin under the table.  
"Isn't it?" she repeated.

He started and looked at her.  His face expressed a mixture of panic 
and pleading.  "I ... I don't know," he said weakly.

Andrea grinned at him.  "Oh, yes you do," she said, "and so do I."  She 
leaned closer to him and licked her lips.  "You need it, sugar, you 
need it soooo bad!  Just think about how it felt to jerk off to that 
girl -- so exciting and frustrating at the same time -- you just can't 
get enough of that feeling, can you?"  She grinned at him.  "You love 
it, I can tell."

Jack sat motionless in his chair, his hands tightly grasping the edge 
of the table in front of him.  He had the look of a cornered animal, 
and his eyes were worried.  But he was listening, and he bit his lower 
lip as Andrea mocked and teased him.

"Actually, Jack," she said, "I really don't want to report you.  I 
don't mind that you get your rocks off like that.  In fact, I like 
thinking about you back there playing with yourself, getting all hot 
and bothered by the little girls I send into the dressing rooms.  You 
pervs are so kinky, I love thinking about how you guys get yourselves 
so hot and bothered jerking over what you can't have!"  His face took 
on a look of desperation, of aching need.  "How does it feel to know 
that a nasty girl like me enjoys seeing how excited and frustrated you 
are?"  She laughed softly at his agony; she was enjoying this 
immensely.  Sipping the last of her drink, she pulled out the straw and 
flicked her tongue suggestively at its tip, and winked at him.

"Honest, Jack, I don't want to take away your fun.  I want you to keep 
on doing it, really I do."  She leaned towards him and looked deeply 
into his eyes.  "I love getting men like you excited, Jack," she 
whispered, and moistened her lips.  "That's my little kick -- I enjoy 
making your addiction worse."  He looked at her tensely, anticipation 
in his eyes.

She sat up and her tone changed, becoming crisper.  "But of course I'm 
sure you realize that seeing what goes on in those dressing rooms is a 
privilege, Jack -- and privileges have to be earned.  So far you've 
been enjoying that privilege for free, abusing it, actually.  I really 
don't think that's fair, do you?  So, from now on you'll have to pay 
some dues to be a member of the Perverts Club."

He looked at her, frowning.  "Wh ... what do you mean?" he asked.

"What I mean, Jack, is that from now on if you want to keep teasing 
your cock peeking at the little girls in my store you're going to have 
to pay me something for it.  After all, I'm sort of providing you a 
service, aren't I?  I should get something for my trouble, don't you 
think?"

He looked at her angrily.  "Forget it," he said.  "I'm not giving you 
anything."

"Suit yourself," she said airily.  "But forget about hanging around 
here anymore.  The next time I see you in here it's back to plan A."  
She motioned towards the security guards.  "So, I guess it's good bye, 
then."  She stood up to leave.

"Wait!" he said.  "Just ... just wait a minute."

Andrea sat back down.  "Well?" she said.  "I don't have any more time 
for this.  I have to get back to work."

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.  "What do you want?" he 
asked.

"Well," she said, "I don't think twenty-five dollars would be too much 
to pay the next time you need to watch little girls get undressed, do 
you?"  When he didn't answer she said, "How about it, Jack?  Then you 
can sit back there playing with yourself all day, while I make sure you 
have plenty of little cuties to keep you hard."

He put his hands flat on the table and stared at them.  "All right," he 
said softly.

"What did you say?" Andrea asked.  "Couldn't hear you, Jack."

"I said all right," he repeated.  "I'll give it to you."

"That's good, Jack, that's very good," she said.  "You won't be sorry."  
He began to fumble in a pocket for his money.

"Hold on there, Jack," Andrea said.  "I didn't mean today.  No, you're 
not going to do that again today, sugar.  Let's see, what's today -- 
Tuesday?  Okay, you come back on Saturday, and come see me at the shop.  
Say, three o'clock?"

"Saturday?" he asked, crestfallen.  "But that's..."

"It's only four days," interrupted Andrea.  "You can wait that long, 
can't you?  It'll be fun waiting -- you and your cock can practice at 
home, thinking about the little girl you watched today."  She laughed 
softly, taunting him.  "And remember, if you come here before then, 
you're screwed.  Of course, you're free never to come back, ever -- 
it's up to you."

As she got up to leave she went around the table to whisper in his ear.  
"But if you do come on Saturday, Jack, I'll have something for you that 
I promise will drive your pervert cock insane!"  She stood and walked a 
few steps, then turned and pursed her lips in a seductive kiss.  "Have 
a nice day," she said, and sauntered away.

* * * * *

Louise looked relieved when Andrea got back to the boutique.  "Thank 
God you're back, Andrea!" she said.  "I really have to take a break -- 
you know?"  She took her macramé shoulder bag and hurried out of the 
shop towards the ladies room.  Andrea watched her as she went, wide 
hips swaying under her long paisley skirt.  God, what a fat-ass, she 
thought to herself.  And those clothes she wears, all tie-dye and 
beads, like she's some hold-over hippy from the sixties.  Big-hip hippy 
-- hippy hippy -- ha! -- that's funny, I'll have to remember that one.

Then her thoughts turned back to "her peeper."  I've really got him 
hooked, oh yes!  He'll be back on Saturday for sure, with a big hard-
on, just begging for more.  Now I just have to arrange a little 
surprise for him, something he'll pay anything for, for as long as I 
want.  She grinned to herself -- and I think this part will be easy!

* * * * *

Driving home later that day, Andrea called her mother on her cell 
phone.  Andrea had moved into her own apartment some time ago, but she 
kept in touch with her family.

"Hi, Mom," she said when her mother answered the phone.  "Mandy 
around?"

"Oh, hello, dear," her mother said.  "No, she's still at school, I 
think.  She said something about some after-school meeting or club?  
She's involved with so many things, I just can't keep up with her!"

"Oh, right," said Andrea.  "Well, do you know when she'll be home?"

"She said she'll be home for dinner, so I imagine you can catch her 
then."

"Actually, why don't you just tell her that I'll come by and give her a 
ride to school tomorrow morning, okay?" 

"Oh, I'm sure she'd like that!  She doesn't like taking the bus."

They chatted for a few minutes more, then said goodbye and hung up.  As 
Andrea put her phone away she smiled.  Oh yes, she thought, I forgot 
about that.  After-school club, huh?  That means Mandy's having one of 
her rainbow parties.

Andrea's sister Mandy was eleven.  She was pretty, blond, blue-eyed and 
sprightly.  She was also a total slut -- that's what Andrea called her, 
and she took it as a compliment.  For as long as Andrea could remember 
her little sister had been sexually precocious, and Andrea delighted in 
encouraging her in what amounted to an obsession with sex.  Mandy would 
pump her more experienced sister for details of what she did with her 
boyfriends, and she'd become an expert on what got men and boys 
excited, and how to tempt and pleasure them.

Mandy was also a born leader, and had gathered an entourage of like-
minded girls around her at school.  They formed a secret society of 
little erotic witches, outwardly sweet and demure, but at Mandy's 
instigation a maddening little coven dedicated to the conquest and 
ravishing of as many cocks as they could manage.  Because of this they 
had become famous among a lucky set of middle and high school boys.  
Being invited to one of their parties was a ticket to paradise.

Andrea was right -- just as she was winding up talking with her mother, 
Mandy and her friends were about to start a rainbow party at Jessica's 
house.  Jessica was one of Mandy's group; her parents were out of town 
for the day, so the plan was to have the next rainbow party in their 
finished basement.  There were six girls and six boys.  Four of the 
boys were tenth-graders from the high school, and two were still in 
middle school, in the eighth grade.  All of Mandy's friends were eleven 
or twelve years old, sixth and seventh graders in the middle school.  
The boys were seated in chairs that had been arranged in a rough 
circle, and had all removed their pants so that they were naked below 
the waist.  They sat watching the girls who were gathered around a 
table on the other side of the room.  On the table was an assortment of 
lipstick in different colors.  The girls held up mirrors as they 
applied the colors to their lips, helping and checking each other, 
making sure that each of them was wearing a different shade.  When they 
had finished they turned and faced the boys.

Following Mandy, the girls walked slowly into the circle of chairs and 
stood in front of the boys; there was a pillow on the floor at each 
boy's feet.  Mandy had chosen one of the high school boys who had never 
been to one of the parties as her starting partner.  Smiling at him, 
she kneeled on the pillow and pushed his knees further apart, 
positioning herself between them.  She looked around at the others.  
"Okay, girls," she said.  "Let's go -- but remember, no coming yet..."

Each girl grasped a penis and began to fondle and lick it, teasing it 
erect.  When it was hard, she carefully clamped her lips tightly around 
the rim of the head and gave it a pulsing suck.

After about thirty seconds, Mandy lifted her head and called out, 
"Switch!"  The girls immediately stood up, and each moved left to a 
different boy and got on her knees between his legs.  The gentle 
sucking and licking continued, with a different partner.  After a half 
a minute of teasing and kissing, the girls again clamped their lips 
around the shafts of their partners' cocks and sucked, this time with 
the head half an inch deeper into their mouths.  "Switch!" called 
Mandy, and the girls again changed partners.

This continued until each girl had sucked all of the boys, taking the 
cocks progressively deeper into their mouths.  "Okay," Mandy said 
excitedly, "time for pictures!"  The girls jumped up and ran to the 
table.  When they returned each was carrying a digital camera.  The 
boys thrust their hips forward to display their erections, curving 
stiffly up and quivering, while the girls passed from one to the other 
snapping pictures.  Each rigid shaft was decorated with bands of 
different colors where the girls' lips had pressed and marked their 
partners' cocks with lipstick -- the rainbows.  When all the girls had 
taken a souvenir picture of each boy's penis, they ran giggling to put 
the cameras back on the table, and returned to kneel before the boys.

Mandy grinned at the boys.  "Okay, guys," she said, looking around at 
them, "now you're really gonna get it!"  The girls then set on the boys 
in earnest, sucking and licking and jerking their cocks mercilessly.  
This time the game was to drive the helpless boys to orgasm as fast as 
they could.  The boys, in turn, tried to hold out for as long as they 
could, for the one who lasted the longest would be the winner.

Inevitably the warm, soft mouths of the girls had their way with the 
ravished penises, and one after another the helpless cry of a boy was 
heard as his cock spurted in climax.  When this happened, the girl who 
finished him off was free to either drop out of the game or to continue 
taking turns with the other girls as they worked on the remaining boys 
-- but none of the girls ever chose to drop out.

Finally, five of the boys had ejaculated, and only one remained, with 
all six girls taking turns between his legs.  It was the newcomer, the 
boy Mandy had started with.

"Winner!" cried Mandy, and the girl sucking the boy's penis reluctantly 
withdrew from him.  It was time for his prize -- this consisted of 
having Mandy go down on him while the others watched.  Mandy was always 
the one who gave the prize to the winner, because she was the best of 
all the girls at keeping a penis hard and right on the edge of coming.  
And she knew how to make it last for a long, long time.

* * * * *

"Hi, 'rea!" Mandy said as she slid into the passenger seat of Andrea's 
car.  "Thanks for the ride!"  It was eight o'clock the next morning.  
Andrea pulled out of the driveway and set out for Mandy's school.

"No prob," Andrea said.  "I've got a little time before work."  They 
drove for a minute in silence.  Then Andrea said, "So how was your 
party yesterday?"

Mandy shot her a glance and stifled a giggle.  "Good," she said.  "Real 
good.  We did six guys ... and they were all hot!"

Andrea laughed.  "And I guess you gave the prize, as usual."

"Right," said Mandy, "and it was this new kid from the high school.  
Really hung -- and he came buckets!"  She started rummaging in her 
backpack.  "Here," she said, producing a laser printer image of all six 
rainbows.  She handed it to Andrea.  "He's the first one."

Andrea held the picture on the steering wheel and briefly glanced down 
at it.  "Oooo, nice," she said, handing it back to Mandy.  "Wish I 
could study it more, but I gotta drive."  Mandy took it from her and 
put in back in her backpack.

"Well, any time you want to use it to get off, just let me know," she 
said with a wink.

Andrea laughed.  "I think I'll just leave that to you girls," she said.  
"You guys are getting better, by the way.  The stripes are very clear
-- very neat sucking, I'd say."

"We've been getting lots of practice," Mandy said, pleased.

After a moment Andrea said, "Of course, your experience has been kind 
of limited."

Mandy frowned.  "What do you mean?" she said.

"Well," said Andrea, "all of your fooling around has been with kids -- 
high school boys and such.  You haven't had any experience with older 
men."

"I have too!" Mandy protested.  "Sometimes at the beach I see them 
getting hard-ons when I wear a bikini.  I know I get them hot."  Andrea 
shrugged, but said nothing.  "And, and," Mandy raced on, "... and 
there's Mr. Garvey -- in math class? -- you should see him when I wear 
a real short skirt to class!  I open my legs a little at a time through 
the whole period and his eyes bug out of this head when he sees my 
panties, and he gets a boner too!  I bet he jerks off thinking about 
me.   I sit in the front row just so I can do it."

"Old Garvey!" Andrea laughed.  "I used to do that, too.  God, I'm 
surprised he hasn't been thrown out for drooling over the girls, the 
old perv!"

"You had Garvey?" Mandy asked.  "Gee, I didn't know he was that old!  
But see?  That just proves that I can get old guys horny, too!"

"Oh, I know a smart little cock-tease like you has no trouble getting 
old guys to notice her," she went on.  "What I mean is, you haven't had 
any experience playing with older cocks.  You haven't, have you?"

Mandy shrugged.  "No, I guess not," she said.  "But what's the 
difference?  They're all the same, right?"

"Wrong," Andrea said.  "Oh, they have the same parts and all, but older 
guys have to be handled differently.  I mean, they don't pop off as 
easy as young guys, and you gotta learn how to get them excited so they 
can.  It takes more work, but on the other hand they appreciate you 
more than young guys, 'cause they almost never can get girls anymore."  
She smiled over at Mandy.  "Especially the kind of guys who get all hot 
and bothered over little girls," she said.  "An old perv would give 
anything to be able to play with a hot little number like you."

"Thanks!" Mandy said, grinning.  "I guess it makes 'em kinda desperate 
when they know they can't, huh?"

"Yeah," laughed Andrea.  "There's nothing more fun than teasing a dirty 
old man."

Mandy giggled.  "I love doing that," she said, "I mean I just love it!"

"So, Mandy," Andrea said slowly, "how'd you like the chance to get some 
more experience?"

"What do you mean?" Mandy asked, looking at her sister.

"Would you like the chance to play with an older guy's cock, drive him 
crazy?"

"Really?  You mean like actually touch him and stuff?"  Mandy's eyes 
glistened -- she was getting excited.

"Uh huh -- touch him, tease him, make him need to come real bad.  Think 
you could do that?" Andrea looked over at her questioningly.

"You know I could!" Mandy cried.  "Tell me, tell me!  Who is he?"

So Andrea told her about Jack, and about the arrangement she had made 
with him.

"And you actually saw this guy jerking off?  While he was peeking at 
kids undressing?"  She sat back in her seat and gazed up, imagining it.  
"Wow," she said, "that must have been so cool!"

"Yeah," Andrea said, "he was really into it.  He just couldn't get 
enough of rubbing his big, hairy cock, and drooling over the girl like 
he was begging her to strip faster."  She laughed softly at the memory.  
"See," she went on, "I figure I pretty much have this guy by the balls.  
He wants to, no, he really needs to do it again, and now he knows that 
he can't do it unless I let him, and he has to pay me for that.  What I 
want to do now is give him a taste of something that will really blow 
his mind and he'll pay even more to have, something that will get him 
addicted, like he was on drugs."

"And that's me?" Mandy said, grinning wickedly.

"That would be you, rainbow girl," Andrea said as she pulled into the 
school drop-off lane.  "So what do you say -- you interested?"

"Real interested!" Mandy said, lifting her backpack and getting out of 
the car.  "I can't wait!"

"Great," Andrea said.  "I'll call you so we can set things up for 
Saturday."

"Cool!" Mandy said, and ran to the school door, where she turned to 
wave, grinning.  Andrea waved back, and then headed for work.

* * * * *

The girl's jeans were skin-tight, and the line of her panties was 
clearly visible as her tight, round bottom moved and flexed under the 
clinging fabric.  Jack stared hungrily, following a few paces behind 
her as she walked up the central staircase at the mall.  He'd seen her 
here before, a cock-teasing little blond who he knew teased guys on 
purpose, had to be, the way she walked around wiggling her ass and 
wearing those tight t-shirts with no bra.  He'd shot lots of loads 
jerking off to her as he lay in bed nights, thinking about what he'd 
like to do to her.

He almost hadn't come back.  He had been badly frightened after being 
caught by that girl, and when he ran out after she told him he had to 
pay her he decided never to come back again.  That was too close, he 
thought to himself, gotta stop doing this, what if she tells the cops?  
That's it, no more.

His resolve lasted until he lay in bed that night thinking about the 
little girl he had watched in the dressing room, remembering her pretty 
young body as her mother helped her undress, remembering how it felt to 
stroke his hard penis while he stared at her flowered panties and at 
the puffy little bumps just starting to show on her chest.  Oh God, he 
thought, that little pussy -- I need that, I need that so much!  Soon 
he was stroking himself under the sheets, losing himself in the memory, 
in the urgent pleasure.

Maybe ... maybe I will go back, he thought later.  That girl, that 
crazy bitch, she said it would be okay if I paid her.  And she said 
she'd have something real good for me -- wonder what she meant by that?  
Some more little girls to jerk off to, maybe?  Some real pretty ones?  
His cock began to swell again, and soon he was lost once more in 
fantasy.  He would go back, yes -- he had to go back, he couldn't live 
without it.

Excited by his decision, he began to look forward with anticipation.  
It's gonna be so good, he told himself, and I'm gonna be really ready 
for it!  I'm gonna get myself so fucking horny...  He had done this 
before when he wanted to drive himself crazy with sex.  For the rest of 
the week until Saturday there would be no jerking off.  No, he would 
just lie naked in bed, letting his stiff prick rub against the sheets, 
while he tortured himself with thoughts of the little girls he had 
spied on at the mall, or the pictures he jerked off to on the internet.  
You really want it, don't you? he said to himself, taunting, squirming 
in frustration as his erection tented the sheet covering him.  Well, 
you'll just have to wait, wait for Saturday...

His cock was huge in his underwear now as he followed the girl up the 
stairs.  It was aching for release after days of teasing and denial, 
and it was all he could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing that 
beautiful, maddening little ass!  Oh man, to rub his hand between her 
legs, to feel her up, to take his aching cock out and...

When the girl reached the top of the stairs she hurried over to where a 
group of her friends were waiting for her.  One of them whispered to 
her and she turned to glance in the direction of the older man who had 
followed her up the stairs.  Then they all looked at each other and 
covered their mouths to stifle giggles.  Jack hurried away, laughter 
tinkling behind him.  Cock-teasing little bitch...

At three o'clock he worked up his courage to go back to the lower level 
where the boutique was.  He walked past it, casting a quick glance 
inside, where Andrea was busy hanging dresses on a rack.  She looked at 
him briefly, then walked over to her boss.

"Gotta run out for a sec, Weezie," she said, and walked out of the 
store.

"But, Andrea, we're busy and..." Louise started to say, but Andrea 
raised her hand without turning around to cut her off as she headed out 
onto the mall.  Louise frowned and hurried back to the dressing rooms 
to take care of waiting customers.

"Don't say anything," Andrea said quietly to Jack as she passed him.  
"Just follow me without being obvious."  She turned down the corridor 
to the maintenance door and waited for him.  When he reached her she 
looked both ways to make sure they were alone and pushed him through 
the door.  She held out her hand.  "Got something for me?" she said.

"Uh, yeah," he said, handing her two tens and a five.  Then he stood 
uneasily, waiting for her to say something.  She pocketed the money and 
looked at him.

"So, tell me, Jack, when did you make that little peep-hole, anyway?" 
she asked.

"I didn't make it," he said quickly.  "I ... I heard about it."

"Heard about it," she said, raising her eyebrows.  "Heard about it from 
who?"

"Guy I knew, usta work here.  But he's not here anymore."

"So he made the hole?" she asked.

Jack shrugged.  "I dunno - guess so," he said.  "There's more than one, 
too.  One in each room"

"Really?" said Andrea.  "So you get to take your pick, huh?  Get to 
choose which little girl to jerk off to, choose the one who gets your 
prick the hardest?"  She curled her lip in a sneer.

He looked at the floor.  "I ... I guess so," he said uncomfortably.  
She looked at him with amusement for a moment.

"Well, that's what we're here for, isn't it Jack?  To get your old 
pervy cock nice and hard and throbbing."  She laughed softly at his 
embarrassment.

"Oh, by the way," she said, walking to storage shelves, "I have a 
little present for you."  She took something from a shelf and handed it 
to him.  It was a small folding chair.  "I want to be comfortable -- 
after all, you've got some hard work ahead of you."

He stared at it for a moment, then looked up at her.  "I ..." he 
stammered, then fell silent.

"Go ahead, take it," Andrea said.  "You're gonna need it."

He mumbled a "thank you" as she opened to door to the long storage area 
and motioned to him to go in ahead of her.  Andrea produced a 
flashlight and they made their way past boxes and cartons to the 
section of wall along the boutique dressing rooms.  Light from the 
rooms cast enough light through the peep holes so that Andrea was able 
to turn off the flashlight.  She took the chair from Jack and 
positioned it in front of the first hole.

"All right, Jack, let's start here.  I'll be sending all the really 
cute girls to this room, okay?"  He moved to the chair and started to 
sit down.  "Hold on a minute," Andrea said.  "I have one more surprise 
for you."  She turned to the dark interior of the storage area.  
"Okay," she called quietly.  "You can come out now."

There was movement in the darkness, and Jack gasped, ready to flee.  
"Hold on, Jack," Andrea said.  "Take it easy."  He stared open mouthed 
as a figure emerged from behind a packing crate.  It was a girl, 
dressed in a short blue plaid skirt and an abbreviated pink top that 
left her midriff exposed.  Her blond hair was pulled back in a pony 
tail, except for curly ringlets that hung down by her ears.  She wore 
pink sneakers with frilly lace socks, and smiled as she walked right up 
to him.  He stepped back as she approached, almost stumbling over the 
chair.

"Hi!" she said.  Her clear blue eyes were twinkling as she grinned up 
at him.  She wore no makeup except for a faint blush of rose lipstick.

"Say hello to Mandy, Jack," Andrea said.  "Isn't she cute?"  He gaped 
at her.  She was young, very young.

"Mandy is going to help you, uh, appreciate the view, Jack.  All you 
have to do is watch the show on the other side of the wall -- Mandy 
will do the rest."  Andrea took the chair as she spoke and placed it 
sideways up against the wall under the peep hole.  It was of just the 
right height to enable him to look into the dressing room by turning 
his head to the side.

Mandy sidled up to Jack pressed herself against him.  "Can I, Mister?" 
she said.  "Please?"  She looked up at him and pouted.  "You'll like 
it, I promise."  Her voice lowered, and she whispered, "I know about 
men."  She briefly ran her hand up between his legs, and bit her lower 
lip as she gazed into his eyes.  Jack swallowed hard.  In spite of his 
shock and fear, he could feel his penis responding to the little girl's 
seduction, desiring her, wanting her.  His erection began to grow.

"Uh, sure," he whispered, "yeah, please..."  Surrendering to her, he 
watched as Mandy unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and 
underwear, then pushed him down onto the chair.  She giggled and knelt 
down in front of him, pushing his knees apart to make sure his genitals 
were completely exposed to her.  She and Andrea watched as Jack's cock 
began to rise and twitch.  He was embarrassed to have the two girls 
staring at him like that, but his penis had a mind of its own.  After 
the teasing he had subjected it to for days it was in need; it needed 
attention and fondling, and it was rising in a blind search for 
pleasure.  Mandy leaned forward on her hands, studying the older man's 
penis in front of her.  It was large and purplish and rose from a fuzzy 
nest of gray hair.  Unlike most of the boys she had had experience 
with, he was circumcised, and the bulbous head was right out in the 
open, even though his erection wasn't complete yet.  As his shaft rose, 
it seemed to be pointing at her like a thick, curved snake, and under 
it his hairy scrotum hung straight down, bulging with his two large 
balls.  The left one hung a little lower than the right, she noticed.  
Although this old guy's prick was bigger and hairier than the ones she 
had been used to, it still looked pretty familiar, and she knew just 
how she was going to touch it.  But not yet.

Andrea roused herself to go.  "Enjoy yourself, Jack," she said.  "You 
should -- we got some real cute hotties in the store today.  They're 
all pretty young, but then you like that, don't you?"  Jack quickly 
turned his head to look through the peep hole.  There was a sharp 
intake of breath as he began to stare intently into the boutique 
dressing room.  Andrea smiled as she walked away.  I got you, perv, she 
thought to herself, oh, I have so got you!

* * * * *

When she got back to the boutique Louise glared at her; she was clearly 
irritated.

"Sorry, Weezie," Andrea said breezily.  "Had a bit of an emergency, 
know what I mean?"

Louise sighed.  "Well, please give me some warning when you have to 
leave," she said, "and how long you expect to be.  It's not easy 
handling all this myself, and..."

"Yeah yeah, well I'm back now," Andrea said, pushing past her into the 
store.  The place was really busy, in fact -- lots of school girls in 
for the big sale, making a mess of the racks.  She looked at the line 
at the dressing rooms.  Well, she thought to herself, who ya gonna get 
first, Jack, which one is going to be first...

* * * * *

Jack's cock was standing straight up in his lap, stiff and hard, and 
the girl hadn't even touched it yet.  He looked down at her, wondering 
what she was going to do, but she only smiled up at him.  A sound from 
the dressing room sent him quickly back to the peep hole.  He took a 
deep breath and peered into it.  "Oh, man," he whispered.

A young girl had just come into the dressing room, wearing jeans and a 
black denim jacket.  She looked to be about thirteen, and had light 
brown hair, cut very short in a punk style, with some dyed streaks of 
red.  She put the items she had brought in with her down on the 
dressing room bench, then looked at herself in the mirror.  She snapped 
the gum she was chewing as she cleared a bit of mascara from the edge 
of one of her eyes, and started to remove her jacket...

[...fingertips lightly caressed the insides of his thighs, slowly 
moving upwards, in no hurry, idly brushing back and forth...]

Her breasts pressed against the heavy metal t-shirt she was wearing as 
she stretched her arms back to take the jacket from her shoulders.  
Nice, thought Jack, licking his lips, young, with big tits.  Hanging 
the jacket on a hook, the girl looked at herself blankly in the mirror 
and began to undo the button at the front of her jeans.  Oh God, 
thought Jack, oh yeah...

[...the fingertips reached his scrotum, which had pulled up into a 
tight package as his excitement grew and his penis swelled.  Fingers 
played with wisps of hair, gently grasping and pulling at them.  Jack 
whimpered as they began to caress his balls, enclosing them from the 
sides and delicately drawing inwards, fingernails scratching lightly 
across the surface, manipulating, stimulating, teasing...]

The girl unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips.  She 
was wearing a tiny red thong that consisted of little more than string 
and a shiny red heart that just barely covered the mound of her vulva.  
Oh God, thought Jack, please, your pussy, ohhhhh...

[...fingernails gently teased Jack's balls, while another finger slowly 
moved along the ridge on the underside of his cock towards the head, 
brushing lightly from side to side, moving upwards, getting closer, 
closer...]

The girl bent over the bench and picked up a pair of thigh-hi socks.  
Kicking off her shoes, she sat down and pulled the socks up her legs 
then stood up to examine them in the mirror.  They were in alternating 
stripes of pink and fuchsia, and extended to about seven inches above 
her knees.  Chewing her gum vapidly, she turned to view herself from 
different angles...

[...the fingertip had reached the head of Jack's erect penis, and was 
playfully tantalizing the "v" below the cleft in the rim with a gentle 
tapping, while fingernails continued to gently manipulate his balls...]

Ohhhhh my God that ass! Jack moaned as he gazed longingly at the girl's 
rear.  It was high and firm, and the string of the thong disappeared 
completely between her cheeks.  They were so smooth, so creamy, so 
perfectly round and voluptuous.  Jack bit his lip to stifle a groan of 
desire for the girl in the dressing room, as his cock was being gently 
fondled in the darkness...

[...teasing, tantalizing pleasure, two small hands explored his 
erection from tip to scrotum, lightly touching, testing, coaxing...]

The girl took a leather skirt from the bench and stepped into it.  It 
was short and tight, and contrasted sharply with the pink innocence of 
the high socks.  She looked at it in the mirror, turning to see it from 
behind, smoothing it over her bottom with her hands.  Then she crossed 
her arms in front of her and pulled the t-shirt off over her head.  
Jack stared greedily, licking his lips in anticipation.  Oh yeah, baby, 
oh yeah, come on...

[...Mandy tilted her head and gazed at the erect penis in front of her.  
It was larger than any she had played with before, and she examined it 
with interest, fascinated by its heavily veined shaft and hairy balls, 
and especially the bulbous head, which was swollen and shiny.  She ran 
her fingertips lightly up and down the underside of the upward curving 
shaft and was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from Jack.  She withdrew 
her hand suddenly and was rewarded even more by his whimper of 
frustration...]

Jack bit his lower lip and gazed at the girl's breasts encased in her 
thin nylon brassiere.  A faint suggestion of nipples showed through the 
thin fabric, tantalizing him...

[...Mandy put the palm of her hand on the underside of his penis, 
pressing lightly against the rim of the engorged head.  Then she began 
to move her hand in slow circles, rubbing, enflaming, tormenting...]

The girl took a fringed black leather vest from the bench and put it 
on.  She looked at herself in the mirror and fingered her brassiere, 
which showed at the open front of the vest.  Removing the vest, she 
turned her back and reached behind her to unhook the brassiere...

[...the maddening circles went on, as clever fingertips reached down to 
caress his balls...]

The girl tossed her brassiere aside, and still with her back to Jack's 
frustrated gaze she pulled the vest back on.  Watching herself in the 
mirror, she adjusted the ties in the front of the vest so that her 
cleavage was fully exposed.  She put her hands on her hips and 
considered the image she had created, the girlish socks and the dark 
tease of the leather...

[...now a soft hand grasped his excited penis at its base, pulling 
downwards to tighten the skin, making the shaft and head even more 
sensitive and vulnerable...]

Facing Jack, the girl turned her head to look at herself in the mirror 
as she unlaced the vest and began to remove it from her shoulders...

 [...fingertips played over the shiny tight surface of his glans, 
dancing teasingly all around the rim, then dipping down to draw 
maddening lines of pleasure upwards along the shaft and the rim, over 
and over...]

Jack was in agony of desire as the girl removed the vest, and he found 
himself staring with helpless lust at the erect, puffy nipples of a 
voluptuous thirteen-year-old girl.  She was standing close to the wall 
and her breasts were at Jack's eye level.  Her nipples were pink and 
delicate, couched on the lighter pink of her raised aureoles.  He was 
close enough to see the slight indentations in the middle of her taut 
nipples, and the textured flesh of the puffy rings that surrounded 
them.  He ached to take those gorgeous tits in his hands and squeeze 
them, and his mouth and tongue worked as fantasies of sucking and 
licking her enticing nipples consumed him -- oh my God how would those 
hard little buds feel on my tongue?  And all the while the fingers down 
below teased and teased, driving him mad with tantalizing pleasure...

* * * * *

Andrea was busy dealing with the Saturday afternoon crowd.  She and 
Louise switched back and forth between neatening the mauled racks of 
clothes, shepherding the customers in and out of the dressing rooms, 
and ringing up sales.  She also had to keep an eye out for shoplifters, 
since so many girls seem to forget what their parents have taught them 
when they walk into a store like this -- or maybe they didn't forget 
the main lesson: you're number one, princess, you deserve the best, 
anything for you.  Anyway, Andrea had to make sure the little bitches 
didn't rob them blind -- unless it was one of her friends, of course; 
that was okay with her.

She tried to spend as much time as she could minding the dressing 
rooms.  She made sure all of the older women or the fat girls were sent 
to dressing rooms far down the line, so they wouldn't wind up in the 
one where "her peeper" was having his fun.

Finally the goth girl came out of the dressing room.  Wonder if that 
freaky bitch gave him a good show, Andrea wondered as she did a quick 
scan of the empty room for forgotten items.  Wonder if he's blown his 
load yet.

Turning to the next customer, Andrea stared for a moment in surprise.  
She immediately motioned toward the first dressing room.  Well, she 
thought, this is interesting.  I wonder what Jack will make of this...

* * * * *

[...a warm hand was gently stroking his penis, slowly, lightly, barely 
touching, squeezing and fondling...]

Jack's eyes were closed in helpless ecstasy, but he opened them when he 
heard voices on the other side of the wall.

"We gonna get a present for Mommy's birthday, Daddy?" 

"Yes, sweetheart, and you're going to help me pick something out."

"Can I get something too?  I want a My Little Pony nightgown."

"We'll see, sweetheart."

Jack stared hard through the peep hole.  A man and a little girl had 
come into the dressing room.  The man had short dark hair and a stocky 
build, and appeared to be in his middle thirties.  He wore a neatly 
trimmed beard, and was dressed in khakis and a UCLA sweatshirt.   His 
daughter was about eight years old, with wavy black hair that was kept 
out of her face by a red barrette on either side of her pretty face, 
and was wearing denim coveralls over a white flannel jersey.  She 
looked questioningly up at the man from large brown eyes, fringed with 
long dark lashes.

"Mommy's bigger than me," she said.  "How can I try on stuff for her?"

The man put the item he was carrying on the bench.  "I got the smallest 
size," he said, "just for trying on.  If we like it we'll buy the big 
size."

"Oh, I get it!" the girl said.  "You're smart, Daddy!"

The man smiled.  "The first thing we have to do," he said, "is get 
these off."  He had the girl kick off her sandals, then unbuttoned the 
shoulder straps of her coveralls and undid one of the snaps at the 
hips.  She pushed them down and kicked them off, and raised her arms 
while the man pulled the jersey off over her head.  Jack stared with 
anticipation, holding his breath.  A moment later the girl stood naked 
except for her white cotton panties...

[...fingertips made a cage enclosing the upper shaft of Jack's cock and 
fluttered like downy feathers, deliberately teasing...]

"What do I try on, Daddy?" the girl asked, looking up at her father.  
The dressing room was equipped with a small chair -- the man took it 
and positioned it in front of the mirror.

"Let's get you up here," he said, lifting the girl onto the chair.  She 
stood looking at herself in the mirror, and pulled the corners of her 
mouth apart with her fingers to make a funny face.  She giggled.  The 
man smiled and put his hands on her shoulders.  He moved to the side 
and put a hand on her back, while the other slid down over her chest 
and stomach, gently caressing up and down.  Then he stood behind her 
and moved his hands to her hips.  "We'll just take these off, too," he 
said, "so they won't get in the way."  With trembling fingers he slowly 
pulled the little girl's panties down and had her step out of them.  He 
put them on the bench and gazed for a few moments at his daughter's 
naked body in the mirror...

 [...Mandy made a ring with her thumb and forefinger at the top of 
Jack's cock, and slowly rubbed up and down over the rim of the head...]

Jack tried to stifle his moans as he stared at the little girl in the 
mirror.  He could see the reflection of the front of her body, and he 
had a direct view of her from the side.  She was slender, with a flat 
chest and narrow hips, and her nipples were just tiny raised dots.  But 
her little vulva was plump and shapely, and he could clearly see the 
hood of her immature clitoris peeking out at the top of the cleft of 
her prettily sculpted lips.  Her bottom was a pert and firm little 
"bubble-butt", and the man's hand reached down to fondle it, gently 
squeezing each of her perfectly formed cheeks...

[...Mandy's masturbating thumb and forefinger began to move slowly up 
and down the entire length of Jack's erection...]

Jack was aching with envy, his hands flexing as he imagined that he was 
the one feeling up the adorable little girl, wondering what her 
perfectly smooth skin would feel like, if only he could touch her, 
ohhhhh...

[...sensing Jack's distress and frustration, Mandy stopped her 
masturbation and replaced it with tantalizing flicks of her fingers, 
darting in from all directions all over his cock and balls, 
unpredictable, worrying, deliberately making his frustration worse...]

He man stopped caressing the girl, and reached down to the bench.  
"Let's see how this looks," he said.  He had her lift her arms as he 
lowered a black nylon babydoll nighty over her head.  It hung down 
almost to her feet, but the shoulder straps were short enough so that 
it at least didn't fall off her.  He had her stand straight while he 
adjusted it, and examined her from all angles.

[...Mandy tickled and teased, tormenting Jack's excited cock 
mercilessly.  She knew exactly what she was doing to him and how she 
was making him feel, and the thought excited her as well.  She reached 
down and touched herself as she watched Jack's penis throb and quiver 
in response to her assaults...]

"You can see right through it, Daddy!" the little girl exclaimed, 
looking at herself in the mirror.

"Yes," he said, "that's what makes it so nice, because you're so 
pretty!  It looks really good on you."  He was staring intently at her 
in the mirror, his eyes glistening.

She looked at him in the mirror and grinned.  "I'm glad, Daddy," she 
said.  "I like when you look at me like that."

The man bit his lower lip and reached into his pocket.  "Let's try it 
with this," he said. Taking the little girl gently by the chin, he 
carefully applied cherry red lipstick to her soft mouth, then had her 
face the mirror again.  "How's that?"  he said.  "Like it?"

"Oooo!" she exclaimed.  "I look just like Mommy, don't I, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart," he said, "even better."  With the lipstick and her 
large eyes and long black lashes, the little girl's face was striking -
- she looked almost adult, and deliberately alluring like a glamorous 
fashion model.  The contrast with her immature body was shocking, and 
darkly erotic.  It was obviously very exciting to her father ... and it 
was driving Jack wild with lust.

[...his excited penis was starting to leak, and Mandy covered the 
oozing tip with the palm of her hand and moved in slow circles, making 
the entire glans warm and slippery.  Then she enclosed the top of his 
shaft with her fingers and slowly twisted them back and forth, brushing 
against his ultra-sensitive frenulum, as her palm cupped the slick head 
and enflamed it with slow, relentless rubbing...]

Looking in the mirror, the man watched himself as he ran his hands over 
the front of his little girl's body, fondling her through the 
nightgown.  "That tickles, Daddy!" she giggled as his fingers probed 
between her legs.  A sweat was breaking out on his brow.

"Let's see how it looks if you do some pretty poses," he said hoarsely.  
"Here, sit like this..."  He had her sit down and raise her heels onto 
the chair seat.  First, he made her sit with her legs together and her 
arms embracing her knees, so that her smooth little pussy just peeked 
out from between the underside of her thighs.  Then he had her turn 
around to look back over her shoulder into the mirror, as she lifted 
the nighty to expose her adorable little bum, pouting at him with her 
red lips.

[...Mandy giggled at Jack's moans and whimpers as he stared at the 
little girl with helpless need, and continued to work on his cock to 
make him need more, much more...]

Finally, the man turned the girl to face the mirror again, this time 
with her heels on the seat and holding her bent knees wide apart, so 
that her little pussy was fully exposed, showing clearly through the 
transparent teddy, her cleft moist and parted.  He trembled as he 
looked at her.  "Lick your lips," he whispered softly.  "You know how 
Daddy likes that."

The little girl looked up at him in the mirror and grinned.  She 
inclined her head slightly and half-closed her eyes, and ran the tip of 
her tongue slowly back and forth over her upper lip.  "Like that, 
Daddy?" she asked.

"Oh God, yes, sweetie, just like that!" he breathed.  "You're Daddy's 
beautiful girl."  He lifted her up from the chair and hugged her to 
him, kissing her on the mouth.  She wrapped her legs around his body 
and clung to him as his hands held her little bottom, squeezing and 
rubbing it, his fingers seeking the lips of her smooth pussy.  When he 
lowered her to the floor of the dressing room she giggled.

"Your lap is all bumpy, Daddy!" she said.  "Is that 'cause of when you 
work so hard at work, and get stress and stuff, like you told me 
before?"

The man smiled at her, controlling himself with difficulty.  "Yes, 
sweetheart," he said, "just like that."

She looked up at him and tilted her head.  "Can I see?" she said.

He hesitated a moment and looked towards the closed door.  "All right," 
he said, "just a little."  He reached down and unzipped the fly of his 
khakis.  His little girl watched closely as he freed his erect penis 
from his underwear and displayed it to her.  She examined its upward 
curving arc and swollen head.

[...Jack stared at the man's stiff erection quivering inches from his 
daughter's face, while Mandy slowly twisted her slippery hand around 
the one between his own legs...]

"Gee," she said, "your big muscle really has a lot of stress, doesn't 
it, Daddy?  I guess you shouldn't work so hard."  He smiled and nodded, 
as he zipped himself back up and helped her get dressed.  He took a 
handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the lipstick from her 
mouth.  "So, we gonna get this for Mommy?" she asked.  "I mean the big 
size?"

"Absolutely, sweetheart," he said.  "After seeing how it looks on you I 
know she'll like it.  I will too."

"Can I get a My Little Pony nightgown?" she asked him.  "I like it 
better than what Mommy's getting."

"Of course, baby, we'll pick it up in another store on the way out."

The little girl beamed.  "Goody!" she exclaimed.  "And maybe," she went 
on, "maybe I can help get all the stress out of your big muscle when we 
get home, like you showed me how to massage it before.  That was fun, 
the way it jumped around and made a funny fountain and everything when 
I rubbed it, and you said I really helped you feel good and relaxed 
when your muscle didn't have to be all big and have stress anymore.  
Can I, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie, we'll go right home so we have time before Mommy gets 
back.  And then we'll surprise her with her present!"

"Yaay!" she cried as they opened the door and left the dressing room.

* * * * *

Jack looked down at the girl kneeling between his legs, and at his 
hugely aroused cock hovering in front of her face.

"Having a good time, mister?" she whispered, looking into his eyes as 
she slowly stroked and fondled his erection.  "Like it?"  She laughed 
softly.  "Oh, yes, you like it, I know you do."  She brushed her 
fingertips teasingly along the underside of his shaft.  "I know you 
love it."  He stared helplessly at her as she worked on his cock, 
teasing and coaxing it with tantalizing touches.    "You love having a 
little girl jerk you off, don't you?  You are such a pervert!  But it 
just feels so good, doesn't it?  You can't help wanting it real bad.  A 
girl's soft hand feels a lot better than your big old callused hand, 
doesn't it?  Do I make you wanna cum?  Huh?  Do I?"  Jack squirmed in 
his chair and whimpered as Mandy taunted him and held him trembling on 
the edge of orgasm with her clever hands.

"You're a dirty old man, you know that?  You like getting jerked off, 
dirty old man?  You like it like this?"  She grabbed his cock in her 
right hand and began to stroke him hard and fast looking up at him with 
a mocking grin.  Jack gasped at the sudden onslaught and closed his 
eyes, concentrating on the intense pleasure of her hand.  Then she 
stopped abruptly, and laughed softly at his moan of frustration.  
"What's the matter, perv," she said, "want more?  Want more of this?"  
She began to masturbate him again with the same rapid strokes, again 
bringing him to the brink of orgasm and again stopping at the last 
moment.  "Not getting enough, dirty old man?  You need to cum, huh?  
You need it real bad?"  She giggled.  "Good!" she said, and kept 
worrying him with rapid little bursts of masturbation that always ended 
too soon.  She was teasing him to madness.

* * * * *

When the man and girl came out of the dressing room Andrea looked 
around for another likely candidate.  There was no shortage of girls 
since the shop was crowded, but she wanted to be sure she sent one into 
the dressing room who would keep Jack interested and drooling.  She'd 
been thinking about how she might be able to parlay this situation into 
something profitable, and to do that she had to make sure Jack had a 
good time.  She was sure Mandy was driving him crazy, and it was up to 
her to keep feeding his addiction with the kind of girls that got his 
rocks off.  Once he was hooked she was sure she could think of other 
ways to use him.

Now there's something that can make Jack shoot his load, she thought to 
herself as a young teenager headed down the row of dressing rooms, 
looking for one that was free.  Andrea walked up to her and motioned to 
the one just vacated.

* * * * *

A warm breath of air moved slowly along Jack's cock.  Mandy had moved 
in close between his legs and was blowing a gentle stream of air up and 
down the underside of his shaft, her pursed lips two inches from his 
tormented erection.  She was keeping him in an agony of suspense, 
wondering whether he was actually going to feel the warm soft mouth of 
a little girl on his throbbing cock.  But all she was giving him now 
was pure frustrating tease.

Aching with anticipation at the subtle, tantalizing pleasure Mandy was 
inflicting on him, Jack turned to peek through the hole into the 
dressing room.  What he saw caused him to stiffen with surprise, and 
his eyes gleamed.  Mandy saw his cock twitch, and she had to draw back 
to keep it from brushing against her lips before she was ready to let 
him have that.

"It's her," Jack breathed, "goddamit it's her, the little bitch!"  In 
the dressing room, putting down a pile of new clothes and preparing to 
undress, was the same teenage girl he had followed up the stairs 
earlier, the same delicious blond he had masturbated to countless times 
in his lonely bed, the same little cock-teaser who had stood with her 
friends and laughed at him as he scurried away with a hard-on in his 
pants.  "Oh yeah," he whispered, "oh yeah, I got you now!"  He licked 
his lips in anticipation and got ready to watch the show.

Mandy could see that his excitement had reached a new level, and 
decided that the time had come to give him an experience he would never 
forget, something that would ensnare him forever.  He would be a slave 
for whatever Andrea wanted him for.  Her warm breath played around the 
head of his swollen erection for a few more seconds, and then she 
leaned forward and placed a single soft kiss on the underside of his 
penis, just below the head.  The boys she had learned to pleasure with 
her mouth loved it when she licked them there, and she hoped that Jack 
would be no different.  He wasn't -- he had to suppress a moan when he 
felt her warm lips on his enflamed cock.  Mandy smiled with 
satisfaction; that's just the beginning, old man, she thought to 
herself -- that's just the beginning.

The girl in the dressing room began to unbuckle the belt of her jeans.  
She was facing Jack, and he could see that she had a pretty face, with 
high cheek bones and clear green eyes.  Her nose was small and turned-
up, and her lips were full and moist, glistening with pink lip-gloss.  
Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and was cut over her 
forehead in bangs.  She was fourteen and had the look of a cheerleader, 
which in fact she was -- she was smiling now as she undressed, thinking 
of the game that morning and of the men in the bleachers she had teased 
with her high kicks and tight panties.

Mandy gently stroked Jack's penis as he stared at the girl in the 
dressing room.  Every few seconds she paused and kissed the head of his 
cock, sometimes quickly, sometimes lingeringly, sometimes giving it 
soft little nibbles with her parted lips.  She noted with amusement his 
struggle to suppress his excited moans at the wisps of pleasure she was 
giving him, as he spied on the girl in the dressing room.

The jeans were off now, and the girl was unbuttoning her shirt.  It was 
in the style of old fashioned men's undershirts, long sleeved and of 
ribbed cotton, with a line of buttons down the front.  It was tight, 
and clung enticingly to her long-waisted curves, and especially to her 
high breasts.  She watched herself as she unfastened the buttons, 
pausing to smile at her reflection in the mirror as she pretended to be 
doing a striptease, fondling her breasts and licking her lips.  "Keep 
going, you little bitch," whispered Jack.  "Oh yeah, oh God..."

Mandy's soft kisses changed to licks -- light, moist flicks with the 
tip of her tongue -- first just one, followed by more gentle stroking, 
then another in the same place, that delicious sweet spot below the 
head, Jack's ultra sensitive frenulum.  She did this repeatedly, making 
him wait between licks while her slowly moving hand kept him stiff and 
excited.  He was trembling in an agony of suspense and tantalizing 
pleasure, stretched helplessly between the scene in the dressing room 
and Mandy's worrying tongue.

The girl now stood in front of the mirror dressed only in matching 
lavender bra and panties.  The brassiere was lacy and cut low in front, 
showing off the cleavage between her firm and very shapely breasts.  
Her panties were very brief bikinis that clung to her hips and dipped 
low in front, and were tight on her round bottom, covering only half of 
her cheeks.  Jack now saw the panty line that had teased him through 
her jeans earlier in the day, and he licked his lips in delight as he 
feasted his eyes on her cute, firm ass.  She had just the kind of body 
that drove him wild, and now here she was standing not two feet away 
from him in her cock-teasing underwear!
 
As Jack whimpered and moaned over what he was seeing through the peep 
hole, Mandy began to play little games with his excited cock.  Grasping 
it by the sides with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and 
pulling down to stretch the skin taut, she inclined her head and began 
to flutter the tip of her tongue along the ridge on the underside.  
Starting at his balls, she rapidly flicked her tongue as it moved 
slowly up the ridge towards the head.  Just before she reached the 
sweet spot she had been licking before, she paused and then moved her 
fluttering tongue back down to his balls.  She giggled at Jack's moan 
of frustration, and then began to move back up his shaft.  This time 
she got a little closer to his center of pleasure before her maddening 
tongue retreated.  Finally, after teasing him unmercifully with several 
incomplete trips up his suffering erection, she relented and went all 
the way to the top of the shaft, where the tip of her tongue flicked 
and tickled where he needed it most.  The contact of her tongue with 
his penis was light and delicate, like the fluttering of a butterfly's 
wing, barely touching the surface.  The pleasure was exquisite, but it 
was only enough to make him ache for more.

Jack was trembling now, helplessly consumed by the pleasure between his 
legs and the tantalizing display of the young teen in the dressing 
room.  The girl had turned her back on him as she removed her bra, and 
had pulled a yellow top over her head.  It was the sort of garment that 
had often given him hard-ons when he had seen girls wearing them in the 
mall -- thin shoulder straps and a high neckline, and then hanging down 
only a few inches like a short apron over the breasts, leaving the 
midriff bare.  The lower border hung loose, so there was the suggestion 
that the right vantage point would give you a view up underneath, like 
looking up a skirt.  The girl looked at herself for a few moments, 
pulling the material tightly against her bust.  As she regarded 
herself, she pinched the tips of her breasts several times through the 
thin fabric.  Then she turned towards Jack to view herself from the 
side, and his eyes widened when he saw the outline of her puffy nipples 
clearly showing through the fabric of the top.  Oh my God, you little 
cock-teaser!  I knew you little bitches were doing it on purpose, I 
just knew it!  With his cock being driven mad by Mandy's tongue, Jack 
stared helplessly as the girl practiced poses in the mirror that were 
obviously designed to tease and torment the dirty old men that she knew 
lusted for her wherever she went.

Mandy decided that the time had come to be nice to Jack.  She wanted to 
make sure that his experience today would be something that he would 
remember with longing, something he'd do anything to have again.  So 
now she began to treat his cock with tender warmth and affection, 
caressing it gently and almost worshipping it with careful attention.  
Her soft hands and fingers soothed and pleasured it, cradling his heavy 
balls in one hand while the other ravished him with long, languorous 
strokes of exquisite pleasure, pleasure that was not withheld or 
interrupted to tease him, but which went on without stopping, 
increasing and moving him closer and closer to his inevitable orgasm.  
Then she took him into her mouth: his enflamed penis was enveloped in 
moist warmth, where her tongue gently caressed and slid around the 
swollen head of his erection, while her wet, slippery lips held him in 
place with gentle, pulsing suction.

Jack had been taken to another world.  His cock was being pleasured in 
a warm, gentle mouth, nursed in a cradle of indescribable pleasure, and 
a beautiful fourteen-year-old girl was undressing before his eyes.  The 
blond had removed the top and the rest of her underwear, and was now 
trying on several pairs of new panties.  Jack was literally drooling as 
he stared at her succulent breasts and nipples, and each time she 
pulled down a pair of panties he gazed with aching lust between her 
legs at her young sex, at her adolescent pussy with its delicate wisp 
of downy blond hair and pouting moist lips.  Mandy's sucking mouth 
thrilled him as he reveled in the knowledge that this was the girl who 
had teased him so many times, and now he was having his revenge, seeing 
her exposed and naked, seeing everything he could only imagine before 
when he masturbated thinking about her.  Oh, I got you, you little 
cock-teaser, he thought, I got you good, oh my God those tits, that 
pussy ... ohhhhhh!  He looked forward to seeing her in the mall again 
like before, but this time he'd have secret knowledge, he'd seen her 
tits and her ass and her pussy, and she had no idea!  He almost wished 
that she knew, knew that he had watched her while she stripped -- hah! 
that'd show her, the fucking little tease!  He could whisper to her 
that he knew about that little mole she had right next to her pussy, 
and watch her turn red, wondering how he knew!  But he would never do 
that; he wanted to go on being teased by her in the mall, go on jerking 
off to her at home.  The only difference would be that while he 
masturbated he'd be remembering exactly what she looked like naked, 
remembering how beautiful and sexy she was -- and that would make his 
frustration knowing he could never have her even greater.

From his moans and rapid breathing Mandy knew that Jack was on the 
verge of climax.  She heard the door of the dressing room shut, and as 
he turned to look down at her sucking his cock, his need for relief 
obvious on his face, she quickly released his penis and moved back away 
from him.

"Uh-uh, Mister," she said, grinning wickedly.  "I'm not gonna make your 
nasty old pervert cock cum -- I wanna see you do it!"  Sitting on the 
floor, she pulled up her skirt as she spread her legs and bent her 
knees.  She was not wearing panties under the skirt, and in the dim 
light Jack could see her perfectly smooth pussy nestled between her 
parted legs.  "Go ahead," she said, grasping her shins and pulling her 
legs wider apart.  "Jerk that cock for me, Mister, jerk it real good!"

"Oh my God, you, ohhhh..." Jack grabbed his cock and began to pump it 
desperately.  Staring intently between Mandy's legs, he cradled his 
balls in one hand and with the other jerked furiously up and down the 
rigid shaft of his over-excited prick.  Within seconds it was bucking 
and spurting long ropes of semen which splattered wetly on the floor, 
reaching Mandy's shoes and frilly white socks.

* * * * *

Andrea looked up from straightening a rack of skirts to see Mandy 
standing in front of her, grinning broadly.

"How'd it go?" she whispered.  "Is he done?"

"Oh, yeah," Mandy answered, "real done.  It was too cool!"

Andrea left what she was doing and hurried out of the store with her 
sister.  Almost as an afterthought she called over to Louise as she 
rushed past her at the register where she was waiting on customers.  
"Back in five, Weezie," she said, and without waiting for an answer 
left the store with Mandy.  Once on the mall they separated, Andrea 
heading for the customer service corridor while Mandy went off to find 
some friends to catch a ride home.

"Call me tonight," Andrea called.  "I want to hear all the details!"  
Mandy nodded and grinned as they parted company.

Andrea saw Jack just as he was emerging from the corridor and motioned 
for him to go back with her.  When they reached the utility door she 
stopped and leaned against the wall, looking at him.

"Well, enjoy yourself?" she asked coyly, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbled, not meeting her gaze.  "I ... yeah, I did."

"Want to do it again?" she asked.  "Or have you had enough?"

"No," he said quickly.  "I mean, yes, I wouldn't mind if I could do it 
again sometime.  I mean, if it was okay and all."

She grinned at him.  "Sure, Jack," she said.  "All you have to do is 
show up here next Saturday at the same time with fifty dollars."

He looked up sharply and stared at her.  "Fifty?  But it was just 
twenty-five.  That's what I gave you today and..."

"That was just an introductory offer, Jack," she interrupted.  "It was 
a bargain, a steal.  If you want to play again it's going to cost you 
fifty."

He stared at her open-mouthed.  "But that's too much, I can't ... look, 
can't you make it less, like thirty or forty maybe?  Fifty, it's just 
not fair!"

She looked at him coldly.  "Well, Jack, tell you what I'm going to do
-- because it's you, and because I like you -- you come back here on 
Saturday and I'll let you do it again for sixty."

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.  He looked as if 
he'd been punched in the stomach.  When he recovered he began to plead.  
"Aw, come on," he whined, "couldn't you just..."

"Keep it up, Jack," she warned.  "You want to try for seventy?"

He became quiet and stared at her helplessly.

She smirked at him.  "When does your social security check arrive?" she 
said.  "You can come back then."  He glared at her, his face reddening.  
She examined the polish on her nails, then looked away, bored.

After a few moments she looked back to him and said, "Of course, if you 
could bring in some more business, then I could give you a discount."  
He looked at her, frowning.  "You know any other perverts who would 
like to jerk their cocks while they watch the little nubbies strip for 
them?  Got any friends, Jack?  Guys who could join you for a group jerk 
back there?  Bring them in, and it'll be worth a nice finder's fee for 
you.  That means it would cost you less, Jack, less to peek and have a 
little girl play with your prick, just like today."

Jack was silent.  After a few moments Andrea pushed herself away from 
the wall and turned to go.  "Well, I gotta get back to work," she said.  
"See ya around -- maybe.  It's up to you, Jack."  Without another word 
she strode up the corridor.

* * * * *

Three weeks later Andrea was getting ready to go home after a 
particularly busy Saturday.  All afternoon she had worked to keep the 
dressing rooms supplied with attractive girls.  She thought of the 
three men on the other side of the wall, drooling as they peeked at 
pretty little preteens and high schoolers, each of them getting his 
cock sucked by one of Mandy's rainbow girls.  Business was good -- so 
many pervs out there, she thought, so many pervs!

Just as she picked up her purse and was about to leave, Louise called 
to her from the back of the store.

"Andrea, could you come back here for a moment?  I want to talk to you 
about something before you leave."

Oh shit, what does the fat dike want now?  Andrea rolled her eyes 
upwards and turned back into the store, walking to where Louise was 
fiddling with an envelope in her purse.

"I want your opinion about something," Louise said, walking up to her 
and handing her the envelope.  "I just got this new camera and I want 
to know what you think."  Andrea didn't hide her boredom as she sighed 
wearily and took the envelope.  She opened it and removed its contents, 
a packet of photographs that had been printed on a computer's laser 
printer.  Looking down at the first picture she stiffened as if 
paralyzed.

The image was slightly blurred and oddly green, but what it showed was 
unmistakable -- a man was sitting on a stool with his pants down around 
his ankles, while a girl kneeled between his legs with his penis in her 
mouth.  His head was turned to the side with his face pressed against a 
wall, as if he were looking through it.  In the background two other 
men could be seen, also on stools with little girls fellating them.

"It's just this little attachment that I put on my camera," Louise 
said, "but it makes it so you can take pictures in the dark.  Isn't 
that clever?  What won't they think of next!"  She looked down at the 
picture in Andrea's hand.  "They call it 'infrared' photography, but 
the pictures come out green.  Isn't that funny?"

Andrea looked at the next picture, her hands trembling.  It was a 
close-up of the girl kneeling in front of the first man.  She was 
holding his penis and licking it.

"That's your sister Mandy, isn't it, Andrea?" Louise asked.  "She's 
such a cute little girl!  And so clever."

As if in a dream Andrea looked at the next picture.  This one was of 
her and Jack, who was recognizable as the man in the first picture.  He 
was handing her something as they stood by the utility door in the 
customer service corridor.

"That's just an ordinary daylight picture, of course," Louise said, 
looking over Andrea's shoulder.  "But my camera has this really good 
zoom lens, so you can get nice close-ups."

In a panic, Andrea stuffed the packet of photos into her purse and spun 
around, dashing for the door.  Louise immediately called out to her.

"Oh, please don't leave, Andrea dear.  Those pictures are only copies, 
of course.  And I just can't decide what I should do with the originals 
on my computer.  If you go then I suppose I'd just have to give them to 
the police.  I have a feeling there might be something illegal about 
them."

Andrea froze and stood still, clenching and unclenching her fists.  
"Come on back, dear," Louise said gently.  "We need to talk."  Andrea 
turned and walked back slowly, her face ashen as she stared at the 
floor.  Louise led her back to the dressing rooms.  She opened the door 
to the first room and looked into it.

"When I drilled those holes I was only interested in modest little 
pleasures, nothing much beyond the thrill of seeing a pretty little 
girl now and then.  To be honest, I lost interest in them, and had 
almost forgotten they were there."  She gave a little chuckle as she 
bent down and put her finger on the tiny hole in the woodwork above the 
bench.  Andrea's mouth dropped in surprise.

"Y-you," she stammered.  "You made those holes?"  Louise smiled and 
nodded as she stood up and came out of the dressing room, smoothing the 
blouse over her ample bust as her wide hips brushed against the door 
jamb.

"Oh yes," she said.  "Surprised?  Well, I suppose it is rather unusual 
for lesbians to have a kink for little girls, but some of us do."  She 
winked at Andrea.  "And now you know my little secret," she said.

"Your problem, dear, is that you lack imagination," she continued, as 
she reached into Andrea's purse and retrieved the packet of 
photographs.  "You don't know how to take advantage of the opportunity 
that has dropped into your lap."

Andrea looked at her blackly.  "I don't know what you're talking 
about," she said.

Louise patted her arm maternally.  "Of course you do, dear," she said.  
"And I know you're doing your best.  But you're not going about things 
the right way.  Simply regaling these -- gentlemen -- the way you have 
been doing is not going to realize the kind of profits I'm sure you've 
been looking forward to.  There are so many other avenues of enterprise 
you could be exploring.  With those girls you've got working for you 
there are so many other things you could be developing: web sites -- 
hosted off-shore, of course -- extended sessions with the girls and 
those men, and with other men in much better financial situations, able 
to contribute far more than these sorry specimens you've been drawing 
in.  You need a partner, dear."

Andrea looked at her sullenly.  "And that would be you, I suppose," she 
said sarcastically.

"Of course!" Louise said.  "You have access to a group of talented 
girls, and evidently you understand the particular tastes of these men.  
I, on the other hand, have business sense.  And certainly, what I bring 
to the table would be worth half of what you take in, don't you think?"

Andrea glared at her furiously and turned on her heel to leave.  "Fuck 
you!" she spat.  "And fuck this job!  I am so out of here..."

Louise blocked her passage with her considerable bulk.  "Oh, no, I 
couldn't hear of your quitting, dear -- you're far too valuable an 
employee for that.  Why, if you left then I'd have no choice but to 
report what's been going on to mall security -- and to the police, of 
course.  I simply couldn't sit by and do nothing after learning about 
this terrible invasion of our customers' privacy!"  She smiled sweetly.  
"And personnel knows where you live, Andrea.  My goodness, they even 
have your social security number!"

Andrea looked as if she was going to be sick.  "It won't be so bad, 
dear," Louise said comfortingly, "it won't be bad at all.  Things will 
go along just as they have been, until I'm able to get our business 
better organized.  In the meantime, you and your girls will be 
entertaining your Saturday guests, just as you have been.  Everybody 
will be happy!"

Andrea closed her eyes and ran a hand across her brow, her shoulders 
slumping in resignation.  "All right," she said weakly, "all right, 
whatever you say."

"Oh good!" Louise said brightly, "I'm so glad this is settled."

"Are we done now?" Andrea said, turning towards the door.

"Almost," said Louise.  "I think it would be a good idea if we had a 
status meeting before you left."

"A status meeting?" Andrea said.

"Yes," said Louise, "you know, a meeting where we get together and 
discuss how things are going and what we'd like to do next.  We could 
do it once a week.  And we can have the first one right now!"  She took 
Andrea's arm and led her back to the dressing room.  "This would be a 
good place," she said, "it gives us some privacy."

When they were both in the dressing room Louise closed the door and sat 
down on the bench.  She turned to examine the peep hole, then looked
back at Andrea.  "Oh, my!" she said, "this certainly does bring 
back memories."  As she spoke she clutched her long skirt and pulled it 
up to her waist, exposing bright red satin panties.  "Those little 
girls were so pretty, I enjoyed watching them so much..."  Her hands 
moved to between her legs and she began to massage herself slowly, 
smiling up at Andrea as she did.

"You know, Andrea," she said after studying her face for a few moments, 
"you really do have a lovely mouth, such sensual lips.  And I'll bet 
you really know how to use it."  She bit her lower lip and began to 
massage herself more roughly.  "Or at least you could learn."  Then she 
raised herself slightly from the bench and quickly slid the panties 
down over her hips.  She looked up at Andrea with glistening eyes as 
she spread her legs wide, revealing her luxuriant bush and moist vulva.

Andrea stared at her, stunned, speechless.

Louise sighed, opening her legs wider and spreading her labia with her 
fingertips.  "Now," she said, smiling up at Andrea, "on your knees, 
dear."

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