I’d been working as a security guard at the James Madison Mall for almost eight months, ever since leaving the corps. Actually, since they’d asked me to leave after discovering me in the shower with my sergeant’s cock up my ass and a big load streaming from my prick. Because his daddy was someone important in Washington, he came out of the whole thing with no trouble and even managed to make it so I wasn’t given a dishonorable. Early retirement they called it, except there was no good-bye party or big gold watch. Still, it was worth all the trouble to have his thick tool in my shitter, even if it was just that once. I was practically still coming when the MPs slapped the cuffs on me, my ass aching from the banging he’d given it. I had some money saved up, so I’d taken the job at James Madison mainly for something to do. Most of the time, patrolling the mall was a cakewalk. During the day it was filled mainly with older couples with nothing better to do than totter around for a couple of hours buying candles in the shapes of cats and dragging their grandkids to Sears to have their pictures taken.
