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part 3 - The Conclusion! SORRY FOR THE DELAY, I am very pleased to finally conclude this chapter so I can work on presenting more stories and artwork!

PART 3

Wendy's eyes were wide with panic and moist with years as she watched Jason finish his bag of Zesty Ranch Mozzarella Poppers. She was unable to hide her disgust with such disgusting fast food bullshit.... And also the general state of this "office" which smelled like a stuffy locker room, with suspiciously soiled Kleenex strewn about the room and overfilling the garbage can.

Through a half full mouth of the deep fried gunk he told her that he was going to have to retrieve the merchandise she had stolen and then wait for the cops show up.

Her voice broke as she shrieked "WHAT!!! This is completely illegal, I demand to speak to an attorney and the right to a female gaurd be in the room as I change." She had managed to regain some composure and dignity and even a bit of defiance she had learned from her family. Unfortunately, Jason obviously had other priorities. Wendy had obviously never been in handcuffs and was trembling in fear at the feeling of behind the back restraint, her face mostly agape in confusion and horror that ended up reading as a naive, innocent "scared damsel" expression, with the tiniest but of her hatred for Jason and his obvious motives for such a shocking abuse of the non existant authority he got from his "job".

Jason wiped his hands on his jeans and casually started speaking in a beaureaucratic type of tone of voice that he savored delivering, relishing his position over the half naked cutie with her lovely, perky flesh pillows... out in the open and no way to protect herself. She had never ever been treated like this in her entire, pampered life. And Jason was loving every second of her humiliation- he was acting disinterested just to further demean this angelic hottie. His cock had been hard the second he spotted her, even though he had just jerked off in the office on his break minutes before. (Jason jerks off a LOT.). Poor, sexy Wendy gave out a frustrated, loud exhale as she noticed that some particularly unsavory porn was still up on both the office desktop AND laptop. She sat shivering and gently weeping until her eyes popped WIDE open at her sudden realization of what all the Kleenex had been around for. The exposed flesh of her shapely tush dragged squeakily across the metal table as she tried to get away from the obscene crumbled tissue wads that were only inches frkm where she sat. She shot Jason a murderous glare from her beautiful big eyes, but he didn't notice as he was too busy watching her supple body jiggle in the firm, elasticy way that only college girls bodies have.


Meanwhile, outside the mall the commotion was dying down as the ambulances had left and the workers returned inside and two young men drove up in a new Lexus, parked it and headed towards the mall's entrance. One was Wendy's boyfriend, Yoshi, here to buy Wendy a Valentine's Day gift., and the other was his douchey friend Phil, already a little buzzed from some drinks over lunch. Phil had grown up in the house next door to Wendy's family, and had as you can imagine developed quite the crush on Wendy after puberty hit and they went from neighborhood kids that hung out into, well, high schoolers. Wendy had ignored or failed to acknowledge any of the advances he had attempted since then, probably wisely as Phil was a spoiled frat boy rich kid who was going to end up with a comfortable position at his family's construction family anyway so he just partied his way through life. In short, any feelings he had for her were of strictly the type that came from his little head down there. Yoshi was grumbling to Phil, "I swear if I don't get action on Valentine's Day, I'm leaving that brat. I don't care how fucking hot she is if I can never get anywhere near the goods! We've been seeing each other for five months and she hardly will even make out with me, and when we do she's so stiff and guarded, I mean of course everyone I've tried to even cop a feel of her tits when we're makin out she swats me away like a pest! I've never even seen her naked!"

As the two guys walked into the entrance of the mall, a nerdy kid walked by them with uneasy kind of urgency- nearly running, with his head down, blushing, both hands in his pockets. It was of course the nerdy kid who just minutes ago had Wendy sprawled on top of him, her bared flesh slightly sweaty from her perp walk grinding and pulling, dragging and squishing all over. He was frantically looking for somewhere, ANYWHERE to jerk off. His heart was about to explode as he looked for ANYWHERE that might let him use the restroom. He felt sorry for the poor girl, even though her mistreatment had ended up in his favor. Still, he didn't liked to see such a gorgeous girl handled with such disregard for any kind of dignity, let alone take care of such an unbelievably specimen. As he thought about this he found himself paradoxically even more turned on by the thought of the way she was being humiliated with less regard for her basic rights than a misbehaving toddler by the bumbling mall cop shoving around such precious cargo like a rusty shopping cart. Why would her humiliation and loss of dignity turn him on? He got more horny by the second just thinking about her red face contorted in embarrassment.

Yoshi and Phil glanced at each other, both having obviously noticed that dweebs monster boner as he had shuffled past them. They just laughed and Phil cracked open a nice cold can of beer.


The nerd was getting more desperate in his search for a suitable bathroom, and as he scrambled around he was wondering if there something wrong with him? Why did her loss of dignity aroused him further? He was also aware of how much females in general and sexy young ones in particular were absolutely repulsed by his very being, and he had to smirk a little as he thought of how she must have felt bestowing her most intimate charms upon such an unworthy subject. She had been forced to grant him some of the most elite privileges that a lady can choose to bestow on a man. He felt bad as for her as he remembered the way he his patchy, awful puberty beard had scratched her silky, squeezable inner thigh as he had yanked his head free. He hoped he hadn't scratched the poor girl. Then he finally spotted a place that was still open, the only he had seen. He couldn't believe the irony. He was going to have to use the bathroom at Hooters.

To be concluded ...