Femme Fatale
Femme Fatale By Cal Y. Pygia Derek sighed heavily, his eyes scanning the bank of security monitors, each of which showed a different view of Femme Fatale. A month ago, he'd taken the job as a security guard for the woman's clothing store because he needed the money and because he supposed that watching the store, or more specifically the ladies' dressing rooms, would provide him with the opportunity to ogle half-naked women. Unfortunately, for some reason, despite the...