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 and were strapped to lacy black bikini-cut micro-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 locked 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. The skirt was silly, covering neither her butt or her from. The bikini-cut panties something as well, nicely framing Wendy's almost big butt which was enhanced by the "stripper heels" she was wearing that made her a bit taller and her legs a bit sexier. She made a mental note to trim her pubic hair, as the tiny lingerie wasn't big enough to contain her bush, which poked out on top. Her bra had little pink bows and it squeezed her DD boobs together and up, sheer enough so you could see her dark pink Asian nipples. Wendy looked at herself in the mirror and chuckled, "I look like a little sl*t, ohmigosh! Yoshi is never going to believe this!" she started to feel sexy and naughty, admiring her own young body and feeling her pussy get wet thinking about Yoshi's reaction to her sexy lingerie.
Jason had watched Wendy walk into the dressing room with a bunch of tiny lingerie. He waited a few minutes before texting his friend to do the deed. His accomplice, another pervy virgin loser, got the text and pulled the fire alarm right next to Victoria's Secret. A shrill whooping accompanied with flashing lights started loudly ringing across the mall. All the customers and clerks in Victoria's quickly shuffled out. There was chaos in the mall as everyone ran this way and that, rushing to the exits and looking for the fire. Inside the fitting room, Wendy panicked as the fire alarm rang in her ears. Her clothes were hung up neatly on the door, and she took a deep breath as she unhooked one of the stockings she was trying on. She was going to change into her regular clothes as fast as possible and evacuate.. Meanwhile, one of the clerks remembered there was still a girl in one of the dressing rooms.
"For God sakes, someone's got to save her!" the cashier shrieked in a panic.
Luckily, there were some paramedics eating in the nearby food court who heard the commotion and rushed to the scene. Really, it was one paramedic and two teenage paramedic students on their first day of training. Wendy was barely done unbuckling the complicated strap of her left stocking when the paramedic heroically kicked down her dressing room door with a loud BANG as the door flew off it's hinges. "Dont worry, miss, we-..."
"Eeeaaaaahhhjhhh!!!" Wendy squealed as she involuntarily trembled while her dimpled cheeks burned a deep red and she felt a heavy sinking sensation in her stomach. The two med students couldn't believe their eyes, this girl was stacked! Her boobs trembled in the expensive yet flimsy lingerie as she hyperventilated, in...and out...in...and out. These men couldn't see her like this!!! She was wearing practically nothing!
"Miss, there's a fire and we have got to get you out of here!"
"I understand," she said, gathering her nerve, "but I need to put my clothes back on. It will only take a minute!" she said firmly, followed by an adorable dimpled embarrassed smile.
The EMT grabbed her wrist, yelling "There's no time! This is life or death!"
"But I can't go outside in this!!!", Wendy moaned, pouting and pulling back her wrist. She wasn't used to wearing heels, especially these extra high ones made just for the bedroom, and she slipped and stumbled resisting her would-be savior. As she tried to free her arm from the burly medic's grip, the med students were entranced by her tits bouncing left and right and by the pubic hair sticking out the top of her panties. The alarm continued to wail. "Would it really hurt to let her throw on some jeans?" said one of the students. The other one shot him a dirty look. The paramedic, a large man with rough features and a pockmarked face, said, "In these kinds of time sensitive situations, boys, you just have to take charge for the sake of the person you're rescuing.". And with this, he heaved scantily-clad Wendy over his shoulder, gripping her ass for leverage as she wailed, "NoooooOooOOoOo!". Her big left boob pressed against the EMT's face, malleable as an under filled water balloon. She kicked the air desperately with her poofball white high heels, unwittingly causing her lace pantied butt to wiggle-jiggle for the two lucky EMT students behind.
The EMT was in heaven feeling Wendy's 19-year-old tittie smush into his left ear as he hauled her out of the store (he could even feel her nipple grinding into him through the sheer fabric), but he was a pro and knew he had to let her down. He tried to lower her down gracefully, feet on the ground, but those fancy stripper heels caused her to stumble and tippy toe to the railing of the terrace, holding the rail like a beginning ice skater. She was quivering with panic, knowing she was in nothing but skimpy lingerie. The heels and stockings highlighted how sexy her legs were, and her round ass was comically framed by the little frilly tutu. Her waist and stomach were characteristically small like Asians are, but she had a bubble butt that even at her young age had a bit of cellulite which jiggled like Jello. The Paramedic students cheekily tried to question her about her condition, knowing full well she was perfectly fine other than being dressed like a prostitute in a crowded public place. She covered her face with her hands and made little high pitched noises of distress. Dozens of people darted past in a rush to evacuate, and of these the males tended to slow down and gawk at the busty Asian cutie dressed up like a total sl*t.
People were so panicked from the alarm that few took notice of Wendy. Jason was filming her with an HD camera with a telephoto zoom from afar. He had captured everything so far. He took a moment to revel in the power his occupation gave him. The alarm abruptly stopped ringing, and a voice on the speakers announced that the whole thing was a false alarm. Everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief, especially Wendy, averting her gaze from everyone as her cheeks blushed crimson and she pathetically tried to use her little hands to cover her cleavage and butt. The mall patrons rushing for the exits slowed down, and quickly many noticed the busty Japanese girl wearing see-through lingerie, seemingly against her own will. The EMT muttered, "Sorry, lady, protocol is protocol. Have a nice day," as his two students slyly took iPhone pics of poor Wendy. In fact, many people, mainly teenage boys and dirty old men, were now taking pictures of the humiliated Asian female, shifting from side to side, wiry black pubes poking out wildly from her panties as she wrapped her arms around her chest to hide her nipples. From the back, you got a great view (and photo) of a nice round Japanese booty, perfectly proportional and d****d in expensive black sheer lace. One guy barked, " How much??" as he walked by, provoking scattered laughter and mores shame for Wendy.
A lawyer, noticing the situation and realizing the opportunity, approached the manager of Victoria's Secret. "I think you've got quite a shoplifting case on your hands if you decide to press charges. Here's my card, get in touch,". The manager, a shrewd woman, whispered to the lawyer a minute before calling the mall security number. Wendy was trying to make her way back into Victoria's Secret now, but it was still on lock down. Jason's phone rang and he put down his camera. He answered it: "Sure, I'll be there right away."
When Jason got to the scene, Wendy was hysterical, trying to explain that she was trying on lingerie when a fire alarm went off, and that she even tried to change back into her clothes but an Emergency Responder broke down her door and forcibly removed her. "And where is this Superman now?" asked the manager mockingly. "All I see is a broken door and a little wannabe stripper wearing $600 worth of lingerie,".
"But...I...", her bottom lip was quivering.
"Let's go for a walk, sweetie," said Jason, mockingly. He pulled her arms around behind her back, heart racing at being inches away from an embarrassed babe wearing a hooker getup in public. She looked back at him as he fastened the cuffs tightly and was struck with horror and humiliation as she recognized the pervert that she had thought she got rid of for good, the guy who wouldn't stop staring at her chest. He grinned and squeezed a handful of ass to start her marching. With her arms cuffed behind her back, like Liz, she was unable to cover anything, and Jason leisurely guided her to the security office as her pale Asian boobies jiggled and her pale Asian booty bounced and flexed. The cuffing of her arms behind her back made her already big boobs stick out even more, and she struggled to keep up with Jadon's pace in her fancy high heels, which made a loud CLACK CLACK, drawing further attention. On their way, they ran into numerous friends and classmates of Wendy's.
"Holy shit! That's Wendy Miyasu! And she's being arrested?"
"Who cares, you can see her nipples through that bra!"
"But look, you can see her pussy hair poking out! Ha! I didn't know she was so sl*tty! Typical, girl with a great body takes advantage and sl*ts it up,"
Wendy avoided eye contact with everyone. Jason was whistling a ditty as they passed the mall's Sports Bar and Grill, with dozens of drunken men cat calling, leering at, and videoing Wendy's walk of shame. Jason was distracted by a text message as they approached the massaging-recliner demonstrations. Two of the chairs sat empty, while the third was occupied by a scrawny high school video game nerd, with a face ugly as sin, oily, stringy hair, and acne covering every inch of his face. He had the chair on the highest vibrating setting, enjoying the free demo. Wendy's eyes went wide as Jason, distracted by his phone, walked her right into the massaging chair demo area, her heels going CLACK CLACK. Jason tapped away at his iPhone as he absentmindedly walked Wendy right into the teen trying out the massage chair, the buxom beauty tumbling onto the kid's lap in a heap. The chair was set to the highest power level, shaking violently, and the lucky nerd didn't know what to do as Wendy's tits, ass, and thighs were shaken automatically, grinding into this eager young man's lap. Wendy was completely helpless as she felt her precious boobs being shaken and pressed right into this loser's pimply face and her crotch grinding mechanically lap.
"Heeellp! Noooo! Waaaaa!"
The kid felt her squishy tata's nearly suffocating him underneath the silky lace bra, the vibration of the chair making Wendy's tits shake jerkily while smashing into the lonely kid's face.
"Heeelllpp meeee!" she cried, as she was stuck with her most intimate areas being forced onto this loser's greasy skin. Her efforts to escape just flipped her around, causing her curvaceous butt to grind into the young man's lap. Jason lazily looked up from his phone, saw what was going on, chuckled, and, instead of helping her off, told the kid to "Get her off of you!"
The young man in the chair, aside from being more aroused than he had ever been in his life, was confused. Where did this Japanese bombshell come from, from her outfit she looked like a prostitute...is that why she was being arrested? The 115 pounds of jiggling flesh was surprisingly tricky to get off of him, and Wendy could tell you he managed to grab her and squeeze her EVERYWHERE in his efforts to get her off him. Finally she was back on her feet and they made it to the Security Office.
He sat her down onto a cold medical examination table. She looked around, there were several doors.
"You know young lady, pulling the fire alarm in order to steal lingerie is a very serious crime."
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