Norm sat back in his chair and pushed his glasses up on his nose. A tech magazine lay spent on the counter in front of him. He felt some irony involved being he only read it for the pictures. It wasn’t as though he were looking at some blowjob mag for the articles.

Two on a Sunday morning was not normally a busy time at this job. The building had nearly 400 units and was wrought with potential, but the owners and renters were generally a well-behaved lot.

Norm felt his security position was in name only. He was simply here to scare away the ghosts and boogeymen.

The security screen flickered with motion as a couple, shielding their faces from the night’s blowing snow, approached the building.

The wind howled to Norm’s ears as, in actual vision, he watched them pull the security foyer door open and enter. “Evening, Norm,” the taller male said.

Once scarves and tuques were off Norm recognized Brad, the computer guy who owned a tenth-floor unity. “Good evening, Mr. Clay.” Clicking the entrance button, Norm allowed them access into the main lobby.

The shorter, brunette female grinned at Norm as they passed by. The couple began divesting of parkas as they headed for the elevator bay.

Norm’s last sight of the female was as she brushed the snow off her short black skirt. He appreciated the skirt and her nylon-covered muscular thighs beneath but was surprised she would wear such considering the weather. The bong of the elevator greeting was his last clue they were still there.

The wind howled louder past the closed door as snow attacked the building again.

His attention on the rhythmic sound of snow on the glass, Norm shook his head. “Gonna be a helluva walk home.” Moving back to the spent magazine, his eyes caught something on the screen.

The elevator cab was always an odd scene with the camera in the top corner.

Odder, still, was to see the brunette on her knees and fumbling with the fly on Brad’s jeans. Her eyes glanced up at the camera and she grinned at it.

Norm’s first impulse was to stop them. A blowjob was something that should never be allowed to happen in a public space as this. He should call the police and have them taken in for lewd acts.

That grin, however, felt as if she was putting on a show just for him. It was as though she wanted to do this just to turn him on.

On finding her prize, another grin was offered to the camera before her lips sucked the cock in.

Norm’s own erection made the decision to just watch. His right hand moved to it and brushed it lightly through the fabric of his pants. Sweat beaded his forehead with the taboo anxiety over what would happen if someone walked in on him while this was going.

For twenty minutes, he watched the elevator scene. He guessed that, by now, they knew he wasn’t going to spoil their fun. He also assumed that if the elevator had moved they would have stopped.

Norm groaned watching the blowjob finale of their act, with Brad masturbating until white sprayed into the brunette’s mouth and on her face. Another half-satisfied groan came when she, again, looked up at the camera and licked her lips.

They finally left the elevator and Norm’s sight.

…

Four hours later…

“Night was uneventful,” Norm said.

Sandy pushed blonde curls out of her eyes and tugged it back into a ponytail. Her hands, masterfully, had it tied up quickly. “I hate this weather. Tuques always fuck with my hair.”

Norm nodded. “Guess I’m in for a fun walk home.”

“Yeah, at least you don’t have far to go. See you tomorrow.”

He lifted his parka on and pulled his tuque down over his ears.

The wind still howled and whipped more snow at the building, loud enough to be heard from the main lobby past the security doors.

Norm walked out from the security office and saw the brunette waiting by the glass doors. “Miss, are you okay?”

She grinned shyly at him and blush appeared on her pale cheeks. “Yeah, I called a cab and I’m starting to think he’s not showing up.”

Norm nodded and looked out at the blustering weather for a moment. “Where are you going?”

“Not far. I could walk, but not exactly dressed for it.” Her blush deepened before she asked, “Did you enjoy the show?”

“The show? Oh, yeah. Funny how that security disk failed at three this morning. That doesn’t happen often.”

“Security disk?”

“The cameras are recorded onto disks for four-hour intervals. One failed at three this morning.” He winked at her. “Not like anything happened they needed to record.”

Her smile widened and her eyes walked down his torso. “Thanks for that, sir. Where are you heading to?”

“No sir, just Norm.” He chuckled. “My apartment is a block from here.”

She looked out again. “Closer than mine. Want some company?”

Norm blushed this time. “What about Mr. Clay?”

She laughed. “Brad and I are just friends. I’m Priscilla, by the way.”

“You do that with friends?” He held his hands flat towards her. “Not judging, just not something I’d expect.”

“Yeah, I do.” Her eyes moved to his crotch. “If you’re up for it, I’d like to do that with you, too.”

“That?”

“Blowjob. Well, at least to start.”

Suddenly the snow and wind seemed nothing more than an annoyance.

“This is going to be an interesting walk home,” he said and pulled the door open for her.

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