Part 2
After last week's close call with the police, who turned out to be very understanding, Jason knew hr had to be more careful with his "pranks". Though he had come close to getting caught lying about the alleged "jewelry thief", it didn't stop him from thinking of ways to further abuse his power. After all, he had been jerking off almost nonstop the last week, remembering how Liz's soft, big boobs felt in his fingers as he squeezed them and remembering how her face burned crimson as he smelled her panties, which reeked of her lovely pussy. He had even found the pictures of her on the internet, and he jerked off to the humiliating shots of him searching her supple body. It was so satisfying to be able to finally jerk off to the sight of her naked body, after semesters of fantasizing. Many other guys in Liz's school felt the same way, overjoyed at the explicit spread eagle shots that were leaked onto the net obviously against Liz's will. Jason was so used to looking at porn that he almost felt he "deserved" to see any girl naked he pleased because they were just sex objects to him, and his security position was, for him, the perfect opportunity to make his desires reality.
All the girls from school came to the mall eventually, and Jason saw them all. One girl that had always caught his eye was Wendy, an Asian girl he had had a few classes with. She was born in the US and was irritated at guys remarking on how good her English was, but still she was friendly to everyone, constantly smiling and showing her little dimples and adorably crooked teeth. She was very stylish, often wearing tight dresses that showed off her slender waist, round butt and long legs. She had long, black-brown hair which she curled with bangs framing her innocent-looking Japanese face with dimpled chubby cheeks and her flowing dyed brown hair naturally drew one's eyes to her unbelievable cleavage. That was the thing about Wendy: she was the rare "White Whale" of a Japanese girl with a trim figure and out of proportion big, natural hooters size DD. Jason had gotten in trouble several times for staring at Wendy during class, especially on hot summer days when she would wear low cut white blouses or spaghetti strap baby doll dresses. He couldn't look away from her jiggly, beautiful boobs on display whereas most of the other male students slyly stole glances and incorporated her into masturbatory fantasies later. Wendy complained several times about Jason's shameless leering until he was switched periods and scheduled for different sessions than her. But Wendy had something that Jason was totally obsessed with: a busty pair of round, non-surgical titties and Jason didn't forget about her.
Wendy's parents were typically Asian and didn't allow her to wear any suggestive clothing. Her father knew the power her large breasts would have on men and had been extra strict ever since they developed. Since Wendy had moved out and gone to school, she had started occasionally wearing sexier outfits and even sometimes dresses that showed some of her ample cleavage canyon and thigh high leggings that showed off her curves. But she was a classy young woman and didnt like all the attention she would get from guys when her boobs were out, it made her self-conscious and uncomfortable. At least the school had taken care of that creepy perv that would stare at her chest, she thought. What was with that guy? But she didnt have time to worry too.much about him, she was so busy with her studies and seeing her new boyfriend Yoshi. They had been seeing each other for a few months and it wad her first serious boyfriend, although they had barely even filed around. Wendy wanted to surprise him with some sexy lingerie for Valentine's Day because she was feeling naughty, and after all no one would see her in it but Yoshi.
Jason did a double take as Wendy walked through the mall. He couldn't let her see him, it might ruin his cover and he wanted to have some fun. In his warped, porn-saturated mind, he "deserved" to see Wendy naked and he thought she was selfish for not exposing herself and throwing herself on him. She was wearing gladiator sandals, a pair of skin tight yellow skinny jeans that hugged her butt (which had grown a bit as she had gained the "Freshman 10" this year) and a black and white striped blouse that did nothing to hide the shape of her lovely perky hooters, which, as many male mallgoers noticed, subtly bounced left and right as she strutted through the promenade. She wore a little bit of eye shadow, blush and lipstick which enhanced her already striking features but without making it look like she was wearing makeup. As she approached Victoria's Secret, a sly smirk came across her face. She was excited about exploring her sexy side for the first time, with her patient boyfriend who she trusted. Jason watched as she walked into the store, and he started scheming.
The shopgirls at Victoria's Secret loved girls like Wendy who had a naturally sexy , slim yet voluptuous shape and didn't need special adjustments or complicated questions about "Does this make my butt look big/boobs look small?". Wendy had a certain degree of confidence she had gained from the years of men awkwardly coming on to her and the less pretty girls treating her like royalty. She wanted to show Yoshi her kinkier side, and to her this was expressed through a pair of white heels (which propped up her already perky booty) with pink furballs at the toes, red fishnet stockings that stopped midthigh, lacy black bikini-cut panties with bows on the sides and a mini Ballerina skirt that did nothing to his her butt, and a fancy sheer lace black "bra" that showed her nipples and offered no support to her hanging bosom. She hurriedly took off her clothes in the dressing room, uncomfortable being nude even in a dressing room. She put on the sexy, expensive lingerie and smiled at her reflection. This was a whole new side of her, she thought as she stripped and tried on the suit.
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