Chapter 1

The station was a commotion of people, some leaving, some coming, and some working.

Some of them were smiling, warm, and newly happy, while others sad, tearful, and walking away with the feeling something not quite right. Thankfully, it was a non-smoking station, so you were only party to the passive intake of other people's emotions and the very warm summer's night. I always found it fascinating watching other people and from an early age, I would revel in finding a quiet spot in a busy area to, just observe. Tonight was no different, as I stood leaning against one of the marble pillars holding up the suspended glass roof where I could see both the arrivals and departures with ease. The hot evening made it just a little more interesting than normal as the mixture of clothing people chose to wear flirted from beachwear to the wafty sophisticated summer dresses and the adorable sling-back shoes to the tight-fitted T's and jeans. The men as usual wore just about anything, which made the women stand out even more. Just then, my eyes docked on one of those free-flowing summer dresses, and my ears tuned into the confident 'clicking' of the high heels. She was slim and the tight- fitted top half of the dress gave her breasts, which were a perfect double handful, and a stage from which to shine. She glided over the cream marble floor as if she were on wheels, leaving the flimsy and semi transparent material of the dress to shimmer and trail behind her, causing the front of the dress to highlight her firm body and flat stomach. Glancing around she took in all the many admirers in the station (at which point I would always intentionally being doing something very ordinary and completely ignorant of the fact she was even in the building).

She passed within ten feet of where I was standing carrying a tan leather weekend-bag. I closed my eyes as I caught the gust of her perfume and body musk — exhilarating. Damn, that smelt good! Opening my eyes, I watched her chocolate coloured hair and exquisite body disappear out of the sliding doors marked 'Departures'. I was slightly disappointed, as I didn't get to see her face or ass properly, which would have made this 'observation' perfect. No opportunity to dwell however, as a bunch of college teens just bounced their way into the station, causing the middle-aged security guard a few awkward moments. There was a young woman guard too, though she took it all in her stride, as I admired her tightly packed butt pushing the stitching of her black trousers to bursting point. All her body power was located from her waist down, oversized hips, thick thighs, and tennis balls for calves. Unfortunately for her, the top half belonged to someone else, small shoulders, flat breasted, and skinny arms.

Still there was something exotic about her, a certain appeal that emanated from her charcoal eyes, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and fat kissable lips. She smiled at something, diverting my attention to where she was looking and back to the 'old boy' security guard, who was now in a very funny situation, as the college girl's were running havoc at his security point. There were four of them and destined to make the old boys life embarrassingly at the least. Beachwear was the order of the day for them and they all wore bikini tops a couple of sizes too small. A couple of them wore skirts and the other two tight shorts in various colours.

Their bedraggled hair was tied back and their bodies still glistened from the excess tanning lotion in true 'been at the beach all day' look. Each carried a tiny rucksack, most probably only able to carry a mobile phone, a credit card, lipstick, and condom each! There was a queue beginning to form behind the girl's as they holding up others from entering the station — though there did not seem to be too much complaining going on or a rush to go to any one of the other security points.

"Chel, why don't you just show the man your piece of metal and let's get going", one of the excitable girl's screeched.

"No waaaay!" Chel the best looking one of the four blasted back, with a roll of her eyes.

They all seemed under the influence of a little beach day cocktails and the excitable girl just continued seemingly not hearing Chel, "look you're holding everybody up".

Chel turned only to see a group of leeringly men, accompanied by a similar number of angry (read jealous) women. As this girl was truly piece of work. Everything stacked up beautifully — a firm body, which had to be that of an athlete, the perfect 38D breasts just waiting to get out of her three finger white bikini top, and an ass to rest your weary head on. The blonde hair was tied back and revealed the cover girl features with the most striking of all being her dazzling blue eyes, made all the bluer after a day in the sun. I thought to myself that today would have been a good day to be at the beach.

"Look Chel," said one "you're wearing a skirt, it'll be so easy to just 'show and go' wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, girl, let's get it done, we've got places to go and people to see." The obvious leader said, as she hovered about the old boy.

She lent on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The old boy seemed to be ready to crack under the 'girl' pressure and it was made worse when the leader took in her hands his security paddle and rubbed it up and down as if it were a cock. I had to move a little closer to the action and this was beginning to get hot. I took up a place at another marble pillar just to the right of the security barrier and within a couple of feet of the girls but with the advantage of not being seen by those still waiting to pass through the barrier. At this range, I could hear almost everything and could now truly see the beauty and sexiness of all four girls.

The leader leaned forward again, and the old boy trying to pull away, but the girl sandwiched him between her breasts and dug her pussy deep into his hip. He was most probably afraid that if he moved the bikini top would let loose her breasts, though everyone could see 90% of them anyway.

"Listen, Mr Jahn," as she read his name from his badge, "just use your paddle" which she still had a hold of, "and find out where this piece of metal is so we can be on our way".

"Yeah, come on Mr Jahn" another one of the girl's neared her leader and grabbed at the old boy's ass, causing him to jump forward and deeper into the arms of the leader girl. The old boy's hands grabbed tighter than ever on the paddle and the sweat on his forehead was starting to drip onto his white shirt. He seemed truly petrified by what was happening. The way he looked, I even started to feel sorry for him.

The girl who was on at Chel to get out of her skirt, was still at it.

"Come on Chel, for fucks sake, let's get going" as she took on a new strategy and strolled over to where Chel stood, as if paralysed under the metal detector, and started to pull at the hem of Chel's wavy white skirt.

"Come on girl! Show and go!" pulling again on the hem of the skirt and this time managing to raise it higher than Chel's waist, giving me and all those on this side of the barrier a very brief glimpse of her matching white bikini covered her puffy pussy mound.

"Show and go!" this time the girl moved behind her and pulled Chel backward tight against her, squashing her breasts into Chel's back and gyrating her pussy into her rounded ass, as if she were listening to some 'luurve' song in a dark and dingy nightclub. She made a grab for Chel's large and shapely tits, and as Chel went to protect her modesty in such a public place, her friend darted back to her original target and lifted the hem of Chel's skirt to way beyond her waist and held it there.

"Carrie!" the young girl squealed, "get the fuck off me!" as she tried to pull her skirt back down. While she was struggling I was lapping up the gorgeous sight of Chel wriggling in her tight bikini, causing the slit and large lips of her pussy to be perfectly visible though the thin white material and the bouncing perfect 38D's. Awesome.

"That's right get off me!" Chel was now animated and had regained control of her clothes by pushing her shapely ass back against her friend, causing her to fall back to the marble floor, and doing so draw a ripple of laughter from the gathered onlookers. Carrie looked truly embarrassed and darted daggers back at Chel for humiliating her like that.

"What you do that for Chel? I was only messing!" Carrie scorched back, as she rose from the floor rearranging her bikini and shorts.

"Whatever!" Chel said shaking her head at Carrie's dumbness.

It was then I noticed that the female guard waving her hands about her head. Weird I thought, until I looked over my shoulder and spotted the five or six guards coming my way. She obviously called for back up and the cavalry were definitely on their way. In front of them, all was a short fat guy, dressed in beige trousers, a lemon shirt, and a fashionable matching tie.

He dressed younger than his obvious years (about fifty I guess), and was almost running as he passed me, belying the excess weight he was carrying. The guards whizzed past to and four of them were carrying head height tubular containers under their arms, which I would not have noticed had not one of them smacked my arm as he passed.

"Right Fred, set up the cordon and get those onlookers past security and onto their journey's," he boomed, "open up the other security bays immediately."

"Ok sir" Fred said running off to action the boss's orders.

It was at this point the girls had released the old boy and were standing meekly waiting to see what was going to happen. In fact the leading girl already had her rucksack in hand was just about to get on her way when she found the boss in her path.

"Now Miss, where do you think you are going?" He asked politely.

"We're off to catch our bus home of course!" She still managed to say with some strength despite the obvious fact they had over stepped the mark.

"Not quite yet, I don't think," he said, "I think we need to have a chat first don't you?"

"Not really. It was all a little joke, and now we're sorry and would like to be on our way." She enthused.

"Like I said Miss," he voice grew sterner, "we need to have a chat first." There was no malice in his voice, but it was one of authority.

As this exchange was going on, I was finding it difficult to follow the goings on as the Fred and his gang were erected a four by four meters plastic square around the security gate, the girl's and the boss. The other onlookers were ushered though the other security gates and asked to keep moving away form the scene. I was told to move at least three times but each time I ended up back in the same spot, as there was a foot gap in the security cordon.

"Excuse me Sir, could you clear this area please, thank you." Fred spoke with a quiet voice and was very polite.

"Of course, yes, err ... I'm on my way." I made an effort to move on, and again found myself back at the same spot. I could not see the girls but I could see the boss Fred, the old boy, and the exotic looking female guard who had called for the help.

"Now let me see your ID's please Miss" he spoke softly, "and we'll get you on your way asap."

I saw the girl's hands briefly as they each handed their ID's into Fred who collected them and looked them over.

"They're all in order Sir"

"Thank you Fred"

"Security is very important to me, and it is something I pride myself and this station on, and I will not let anyone compromise it, even if it was 'just a joke'. The fact is you caused a blockage in the security system and in doing so assaulted one of my staff."

"That's not true Mister, we didn't do anything of the sort." The leader retorted.

Glancing at the ID's in Fred's hand, he stopped her in her tracks "Miss Jennifer Long, I would stop talking if I were you, at least until I am finished. Do we understand each other?" His voice slightly raised.

Jen nodded. And the boss carried on where he left off.

"It is not a joke when you swan in here and molest a devoutly religious man and cause a commotion in my station. Mr Jahn here has been at this station for twenty years and his record is extemporary, and no bunch of college girl's is going to change that, am I right Miss Long?"

Jen nodded again. He looked at Fred and then at the female guard, then back toward the girls.

"Miss Long, I am going to leave you in the hands of Fred and Maria, while I go off with Mr Jahn and repair the bridge that you so happily tore down. And I sincerely hope I will not here a word about this incident again, once it is over with, can I have your agreements on that?" He moved his head toward where I assumed each girl was standing and then started to move toward me. I moved toward the back of the pillar and watched as the fat boss walked away with a still shaking old boy. I quickly darted back to my old position and scouted around to see what the other guards were doing. Each of them had some job they were fulfilling and they all were at least fifteen meters from where I was. Great. I moved just a little closer but could still only see Fred and Maria.

"Maria, could you wait outside please, and keep an eye on the other guards", Fred spoke commandingly. "I will clean this situation up, and there's no need for the two of us to be here, is there?"

"Fred, you know the rules, female guard for female situations," she whispered.

"I know the rules Maria, and I'm telling you to leave the area at once"

"But Fred..." she pleaded with her eyes.

"Maria, get walking or else!" He said coldly and boldly.

Maria raced past me and completely ignored the fact I was standing with a foot of the cordon opening. Her eyes were heavy with tears and there was more than the usual amount of emotion in her face. I watched her as she raced off in the direction of the WC's and thought there must be something else going on between these two. As I turned back to tune in to the girl's and Fred, I decided that they must have been or still are seeing each other, otherwise, why would the girl get so worked up over this situation?

"Miss Jennifer Long, or shall I just call you Jen? Yeah, that's better. Jen, can I have your rucksack please." He asked again in a very polite way.

Jen handed Fred the rucksack. I only saw her hand as she handed it to him. But I couldn't get any closer or I'd be in the cordoned off area. I needed a better vantage point. So I shifted a little toward the middle of the cordon and found that at the join between two panels of the cordon had gaps which were around the same width apart as my eyes. The pillar and the cordon guarded me from catching the attention of other people or the guards, so I stood at this point swaying form side to side in order to get the full view of inside. The girls were lined up facing Fred and there was a meter gap between each of them. I could see the girl's faces, as well as their bursting bodies, when I swayed rightward and Fred when I went left. Fred was delving into Jen's tiny rucksack and pulling out anything he found interesting.

"A condom, now what would a nice girl like you be doing with one of these?" He enquired.

Jen did not answer and looked stubbornly back at him. "Ah, the mobile phone, fantastic inventions these aren't they? I just can't live without mine." He was fiddling about with Jen's phone, when he just paused and slowly looked back up at Jen. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He said. And I swung right to see Jen's reaction.

"What?"

"A couple of interesting pics. Nice, very nice." He had a wide grin and licked his lips as he looked back down to the phone.

Jen recalled that she had taken a few half-naked pics of the girl's sunbathing and some of them dressed up and having fun at a nightclub. And she was trying frantically to think of what else she had taken pictures of, when Fred spoke again.

"All just a bit of innocent fun. So you girl's just love to parade yourselves to all those that take an interest do you? Do you have no regard for yourselves? No dignity? You're just a bunch of young whores aren't you?" He scolded.

"Just wait a dam minute!" Jen jumped back.

"Yeah, what's your problem?" Carrie said.

"Hey back off mister!" The third girl weighed in.

Fred just put his finger to his mouth, and mimed at the girls to keep quiet. The girls looked at each other bemused, and then looked back at Fred who had Jen's phone to his ear and was evidently calling someone.

"Hello Mrs Long."

Jen's mouth fell open, her eyes went wide, as her face went pale, and she visibly shook and her hand sought that of Carrie who was next to her in the line.

"Mrs Long, my name is Fred Glades, and I'm calling from Janent Bus Station," he paused,

"and I am the Chief of Security here and we are doing a routine check on one of our passengers, a Miss Jennifer Long, do you know her?" Fred spoke quietly and waited while Jen's mother was obviously talking.

"Thank you Mrs Long for you understanding in this matter, and I would like to confirm that everything is ok here and you can look forward to seeing your daughter real soon."

It was now I saw a glint in Fred's eye and one that signalled a darker side to his polite character and the reason why Maria was so pissed at him.

"Let's try again shall we, Jen?" Fred sneered at her and then to each of the other girl's in turn.

"Ok all rucksacks on the floor behind you girl's. Here's yours Jen, thank you." He said still sneering at her.

ID's in hand in walked up to Jen.

"Ok Jen, I feel like I already know you, what with having talked to your mother too. Just be aware I can call her again and this time it'll not be so pleasant for her to hear that her little girl is suspected of carrying drugs," he conveniently pulled a white powder in a small plastic bag from his trouser pocket, "would it now?"

Fred was now enjoying himself and so was I too, as I could tell this was just about to get very interesting.

"Jen, now I'm going to check you for any metal objects which you may have on your person.

Please do not be alarmed as this is a non-evasive exercise and my hands will at no point be in contact with your body." He spoke as if reading off a sheet of paper.

Jen and the other girl's seemed to collectively let out a sigh of relief at this news and a little of the fear had dissipated. Fred put Jen's ID in his shirt pocket with the other three and then asked to put her rucksack behind where she was standing. As she crouched down to do so, I could see the first signs of Fred's erection and a positive sign he was getting off on this.

"Jen, place your hands on your head and step your feet shoulder width apart please."

As Jen lifted her arms, so up went her heaving breasts in her tight bikini top. Spreading her legs slightly parted she stood and waited for the simple procedure. Fred had hold of a hand- held metal detector, which was ribbed at the handle end with a hand width circumference and long paddle shaped at the scanning end that was one inch thick and a palm width wide. The other girls looked on as Fred approached Jen.

"Girl's can you turn to the left please, close you eyes and do not move at all. And that means not at all! Do we understand each other?" He spoke as if angered.

The girl's nodded and did as he said. I was now looking at Jen and Fred, not six feet away, and observed the back of one of the other girls.

"Jen, just relax and we'll get this over and done with as soon as you cooperate. Ok?"

"Yes."

He moved to within a foot of Jen, and into her airspace. Jen was uncomfortable as this burly six-foot guard, stood so close. She had nowhere to look but at him and she must have noted his massive arms and broad chest just pushing at the seams of his shirt. Her head jerked around looking for somewhere to stare, and she must have also noticed the growing erection in his trousers while doing so.

"Look forward please Jen."

Fred stepped to the side and with paddle quickly went over her arms, which were still on her head, and head area. He hovered over her breast area, stomach, ass, and inner and outer legs.

Indeed, it was very professional ... and I was getting bored.

"Jen, I have concluded the initial check and all seems fine here. Now just to make sure that Mrs Long will not be welcoming home a drug smuggler or its like, let's just go through that one more time. Ok Jen?"

Jen nodded.

"Is that ok Jen?" Fred repeated.

"Yes that's ok." She answered and not too worried because she knew she was clean.

Fred stepped to the side again, but this time the paddle touched Jen's hands on top of her head, which startled her. Her eyes searched for his, blinking rapidly, and fidgeting.

"Jen, will you stand still please. This is routine and my hands will not ever touch you."

Jen begun to get the idea of where this was going, and I was again back into observing mode.

Fred traced the outline of her forearm, turning at the elbow and down the side of her body all the way down to her feet. The paddle was in contact with her body the whole time. Back up the outside of her leg and it paused briefly on the mid part of her thigh, taking in as much flesh as it could. Jen had closed her eyes but it was not helping, as she inadvertently squirmed away from the paddle and its every movement. Fred on the other hand was loving this, and his trousers were sporting a huge tent, where his cock was itching to get out. Moving up from the outer thigh Fred passed her ribcage, and edged over the side of her bikini bare right breast causing it to squish toward her other one. Jen squirmed again. Fred stood in front of her and put the paddle against the side of her face and slide it down her neck and back up again. This time he traced her nose and hovered over Jen's mouth. He tried to force her to open her mouth, but her mouth was clenched hard. Fred put his free hand to his ear and mouth and mimed making a phone call. Fred this time placed the paddle to Jen's mouth and she reluctantly opened up. Fred pushed hard on the paddle but it was way too big for Jen's mouth but he none the less slide the paddle from its tip all the way down the side and back up, mimicking the licking of a cock. There was plenty of saliva deposited in the instrument and it glistening under the station lighting. I looked around again — and got the all clear to keep watching. Fred moved the wet paddle down to one of Jen's heavy breasts, and starting at the exposed edges worked his way into the nipple using circular movements. Jen looked grossed out, and her face cringed at every millimetre of Fred's movement. Again the paddle went out to the edges of Jen's breast and then back in toward the valley between them. The paddle squashed Jen's breast making it look twice its size. Fred, this time moved the paddle in from above, and for the first time I saw Jen's nipples pointing out of her bikini. He flicked the paddle in behind the bikini top and searched for Jen's nipple with the wet rounded point of the paddle. When he found it, he circled furiously around it and pressed in hard, causing Jen to arch backward. Jen's nipples were increasing in size and especially the one singled out for extra treatment. Fred pushed the flimsy bikini to one side and exposed one of Jen's breasts.

Even he had to stand back and admire this beautiful sight. Jen was the owner of a pair of firm and heavy breast with a small but long nipple. Fred loved this as much as Jen hated it. Fred then exposed Jen's other breast and started to push the paddle in and around it, finally focusing on her rock hard nipples again. Jen was rapidly falling under the influence of the constant and repeated attack. Fred flicked the end of the paddle up and down flicking at Jen's nipple, first the left then right. Jen's face was a little redder than before and her movements were less evasive despite the anger in her eyes, and she was biting her bottom lip and I thought I could see the first signs of sweat on her forehead. Jen's hands pulled tighter together on top of her head as Fred left her breasts exposed, and I could now see the extent her nipples had got exicted and erect, together with the traces of her own saliva gleaming from each of them. My prying and hungry eyes lapped as much flesh as they could as he moved behind her, and pushed the paddle up her brief skirt and firmly in between her spread legs, causing Jen to jerk forward and let out a mild moan, which she immediately looked left to see if the other girls had heard or even dared to look around. He rubbed at her ass and the entrance of her pussy relentlessly, lifting her skirt in the process and exposing her thong bikini in the process.

Jen's ass was tanned like the rest of her and there were no signs of white any where to be seen. Fred crouched down to get a better view of her great ass and was trying really hard to pry the thong away from Jen's body so he could expose her pussy. But the more he rubbed and pushed at her ass and pussy the more hot Jen got and the more wet and sticky her pussy and thong got. Fred gave up and moved around to the front again where he slide down from her erect nipples, flicking playfully at them from side to side on his way back to her pussy mound. I was in the perfect position to see when Fred lifted Jen's skirt with the paddle and exposed her bikini and increasingly wet pussy. Her pussy must have been clean shaven, as her pussy lips were clearly protruding out from the thin material, as Fred used the tip of the paddle to find Jen's clit and worked it from side to side at first. Then he circled it and finally settled for running the paddle up and down against Jen's damp bikini. Jen seemed to me well on the on the way to orgasm, but Fred was totally unaware of this fact, as he kept trying to push the sides of Jen's bikini to one side so he could at last see the pussy of this horny college teen. Just as Jen looked as though she was going to finally explode and lose control, Fred stood and pulled the paddle away from Jen's massive and clearly visible clit and seriously wet pussy. The skirt flashed downward and that was that, the beautiful pussy and soaking bikini thong were gone.

"Right Jen, that's it for you, I can confirm that I found nothing illegal about your possession, and when I've checked your friends you will be allowed to leave, do you understand me Jen?"

Fred said, slightly disappointed at not seeing this hot girls pussy. Jen on the other hand was still coming down from the tip of the crisis point when she spoke.

"Hmm, err, yeas."

"Right then, take your arms down from your head, and stand as normal." Fred looked at Jen, and using his eyes guided her eyes to her still exposed breasts and rock hard nipples, which must have been tingling and aching. Jen with a flick of her fingers and a quick shimmy of the body, duly put those gorgeous breasts back away into the flimsy bikini top that had no way of covering up the solid nipples still poking insistently through her top.

"Girl's you can turn back now and face the front. Jen can you please go to the other end of the line and the rest of you just shuffle along so it's errr ... Leanne in front of me."

I couldn't believe that Fred was going to this with all the girl's. Was he? I had a bus to catch, but there was no way I was going to miss this. But I suppose a guy just doesn't stumble upon four beautiful college girl's 'willing' to expose themselves that often, especially if you're a seriously deranged security guard.

"You know the drill by now, you girl's turn left and not a word or movement, right?"

The girl's nodded agreement, and as they did so I thought I saw Jen wobble a little as she turned.

"Leanne, do I have to ring your Mom too or will you cooperate like Jen did?"

"Ok." Leanne spoke back her hands twitching and her eyes darting around the room.

"Ok then Leanne, place your hands on your head and step your feet shoulder width apart please."

Fred did not seem too interested in Leanne. She was slightly red in hair colour and had a powder white complexion, interspersed with a few freckles. She had a boyish body, and her perky breasts looked out of place on her lean shape.

Fred stepped right behind Leanne, and went straight for her ass and pussy. Leanne jumped forward and went to turn around and slap Fred. But she found he was stood solid with his thick frame twice the width of her's, with his hand at his ear using the same phone mime on her as he did to Jen, so she decided it was not a prudent thing for her to do. Placing her hands back on her head, she spread her legs apart. This time Fred went at her again with brute force.

He forced the paddle against the shorts of Leanne, and rubbed hard. Leanne was stood up on her toes as Fred down into her ass and pussy. Before she knew it he was around front and rubbing the paddle against the front of her shorts and trying desperately hard to find her clit.

He couldn't manage it and left Leanne's pussy alone. Fred pushed the paddled into Leanne's breast and viciously pushed her bikini aside to expose her saucer shaped breasts. Her nipples were soft and the area around them a rose pink. Her white body showed an even whiter shade under her bikini top. Fred jerked around at Leanne's nipples for a while but appeared to be losing interest fast. He lifted the paddle away from her breast and as he let out a loud cough as he smacked in down onto Leanne's breast. The red mark and indentation were still visible as he coughed once more and smacked the other one. Leanne's eyes began to water, but she never once let out a sound. Fred seemed to take a dislike to Leanne and was motionless for a few seconds trying to think of a way to get a kick form this girl and get at her at the same time without brining the whole station in on the act. Leanne's nipples had in the meantime grown and started to fatten out giving her breasts a new fatter and more sexy look. Fred must of noticed this as he took his paddle and stood a couple of feet away from her. Raising the paddle high he swished past Leanne's left nipple trying to catch the tip of the paddle on it. He missed. Agitated he again lifted the paddle and swung down with full force, and with a audible but muffled swoosh this time the paddle end flicked at Leanne's nipple, and her eyes widened as the obvious pain started to take shape. Fred liked this and he moved on to the right nipple. Taking aim, he swished down once again, and clipped the other nipple with all his brute force. Leanne's nipples were fully erect now and bright red. Her eyes were again full of tears but again there was no sound out of her mouth. Fred alternated between left and right nipple for what seemed like a long time, and stopped as he showed of sweat through his shirt.