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"Where?" I gasped. I began to thrust my hips faster, face fucking Sandy now in a desperate attempt to get my rocks off before our party was over. I ftv girls was still worried about being caught of course, but a man that close to an orgasm doesn't always think logically. "Where?" I gasped. I began to thrust my hips faster, face fucking Sandy now in a desperate attempt to get my rocks off before our party was over. I was still worried about being caught of course, but a man that close to an orgasm doesn't always think logically. "Behind you," Candy hissed. I turned and saw a middle-aged lady staring at us. She had a Santa hat on, something that all the store employees were wearing, so I knew she wasn't just a curious customer. This could be real trouble. She had one of those phony 'can I help you' smiles on her face, but hers eyes had a suspicious look to them. She probably thought we were trying to shoplift something. She was about twenty feet away, and coming t oward us. "Shit," Candy hissed, "Terri, it's her. Get the hell out of there. She's coming!" There was no time for me to lilith ftv girls ask Candy what she meant when she said 'it's her', or why seeing her caused her to reveal her partners real name. I tucked my erection back in my jeans as best as I could, and quickly zipped up. Sandy pushed her way out through the far side of the rack and headed for the nearest exit. Candy didn't hesitate either, she bolted in the opposite direction, leaving me alone to face the music. "What's going on here," Mrs. Suspicious asked. "Nothing, ma'am," I said, hoping that I sounded less nervous than I felt. "I'm just looking for a present for my Mom." Her eyes were drawn to my crotch, where I could see that a combination of precum and Sandy's sweet spit was forming a very embarrassing stain. I was still fully erect also. If I had been in the hardware section it might have looked like I was trying to steal a hammer. To my surprise, she just smiled and said, "Take it outside, Romeo. This isn't a bordello." I smiled, thanked her, and took her advice. I didn't even pay attention to which way I was going, I just headed out the nearest door. I ended up in a parking lot on the opposite side of the mall. I didn't want to go back through the store, so I walked ftv girls big ten all the way around the outside until I got to my car, trying to hide the wet spot on my pants as I ftv girls april went. You might think that after a close call like that I would have stayed away from there for a long time, but a few days later I found myself drawn back to the mall, like Bernie Madoff is drawn to money. Maybe it was that insane urge that criminals get to return to the scene of the crime, or maybe I was just hoping to get lucky again, but there I was two days before Christmas fighting my way through the frenzied mob of last-minute shoppers. I did a quick pass by Santa's Workshop, not sure if I really hoped that Candy and Sandy would be on duty or not. They weren't, instead two other girls, not nearly as cute, were herding the kids and selling pictures. Next I went back to the department store I had left so quickly before. I hadn't been lying to the sales clerk, I still needed one more gift for dear old Mom. I think my subconscious must have been in control of my body, because I didn't even notice where I was heading until I found myself standing in front of the very same rack of clothing I had come close to staining a few days earlier. I grinned at my own foolishness, and turned to head for another store when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Looking for your little sluts?" I turned and found myself face-to-face sonya ftv with the same clerk who had almost caught us. Her words left no doubt that she remembered me, and that she knew just what had been going on when she interrupted us. "Sorry, but there not here today." She gave me that same mysterious, enigmatic smile again. She didn't seem to really be that upset by what she had witnessed, which seemed strange to me. "You know how young naked ladies those girls were?" she asked. "I didn't ask for ids." "Don't be a wise ass," she said, scowling. "You know perfectly well that they're underaged. What the hell were you thinking? I could have gotten you in some serious trouble, you know? So … I think you owe me for letting you off the hook, don't you?" I nodded in agreement, but I had no idea what the hell she wanted from me. Was she going to try to blackmail me, a jobless college grad still living at home? "Come with me," she said, sounding a lot like the demanding Sandy. I followed her toward the back of the store. She stopped once to talk to another employee. "I'm taking my break now," she told her. "Okay, Karen," the other lady mumbled. She was too busy ringing up a sale to even pay much attention to the fact that her coworker was going on break with a customer in tow. My new friend Karen led me through a set of double doors marked "Employees Only", and we walked down a short hall. There were restrooms on one side, and what appeared to be a break room on the other. At the end of the hall, she turned to her right and pushed through another set of doors. This brought us into a large storage area. The Christmas rush had left the place in shambles. I assumed it did not normally look that way, or the store staff would have had a very hard time finding anything. I felt a little like Alice following the White Rabbit, and would not have been too surprised to find an insane Queen lurking behind some of the wildly scattered merchandise. Karen stopped, took one more look around as if to verify that we were alone, then stepped through a small opening between two rows of almost empty shelves. We went down the aisle and around a corner, to where a bare mattress was lying on the floor. Two pillows and a wrinkled sheet were stacked at one end. "What's this?" I asked. She smiled at me. "This is a little hideaway that only a few of us know about." "Oh, you guys sneak in here for a quick nap now and then?" I said. "Nap?" she laughed. "Not exactly." She grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me close to her. She didn't waste any more time before letting me know just what she had meant when she said "you owe me". "Tell me something," she whispered as she slipped out of her high-heels, "do you just diddle underage girls, or are you interested in older, more knowledgeable women too?" Her emphasis on the word 'underage' was a not so subtle reminder that she still felt like she had some leverage over me. Color me stupid (I think that's somewhere between an off-white and a cream), but until that moment I really didn't know what I was getting into when Karen had led me to the back of the store. Now, for the first time, I took a good look at my captor. If I had been asked to guess her age, I would have said late thirties to early forties, and well-kept. Her carefully coiffed blond hair appeared to be natural. There were a few crows' feet around her eyes, and smile lines around the edge of her mouth, but it was easy to tell that this lady had been a fox when she was younger, and she wasn't bad now. She really hadn't needed to threaten me to get my attention. Prior to this, the oldest woman I had ever had sex with was a thirty-year-old teaching assistant that ftv girl images I had met in my sophomore year of college. That had been an amazing experience, so I was not at all repulsed by the idea of allowing myself to be seduced by someone even older. I was more than ready for my own Mrs. Robinson. "Get your clothes off," she barked. "I've got to be back on the floor in twenty minutes." Part four