A triumphant guard returns

Monica sat anxiously in a state of hypervigilance. She was blushing so much that she felt like her face was on fire, she found herself sweating despite the cool air conditioning, and her gaze moved swiftly from face to face as she tried to catch people staring at her. Some of them were. She realised it was probably because she was red faced and glaring at everyone who passed like some sort of mad woman, so she tried her best to calm down. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else.

Her brain - her traitorous, stupid brain - reminded her of the last naked in school dream she'd had. In it she had walked through the school entrance, and a friend had quietly pointed out that she'd forgotten to get dressed this morning. Dream Monica hadn't cared, in fact she'd barely even noticed. Instead she had spent most of the day enjoying the attention of boys she had crushes on, the wailing laments of the popular girls now that nobody was paying them any attention, and had even masturbated in front of the entire school during an assembly. Monica had woken up horny and had given a repeat performance in the solitude of her bedroom.

This was nothing like the dream. She was keenly aware of the slight sweaty stickiness of her legs and back where they touched the seat, of the feeling of her nipples against her palm, and of the weight of the small booklet pushing down against her pubic hair. She longed desperately for something to wear.

"Good news, ladies!" A man's voice - the security guard - said, causing her to open her eyes.

The security guard placed the bag on top of the table. Monica leaned towards it without thinking. She felt the book start to slide. She reached down to stop it. Realised a nipple was now openly on display. Shifted her arm with a small yelp. The guard didn't seem to notice or care.

"Could you please confirm the contents of the bag?" He asked.

"Mom, would you mind?" Monica asked.

"Of course, sweety."

Monica's mom stood up and began to rummage through the bag. She muttered "Jeans... panties... bra... top... receipt... yes, officer, it's all here."

"I thought so." The guard said. "We followed the hologram to the mall entrance. The thief had a look through the bag, realised there was nothing valuable inside, then threw it behind the trash cans out front. Don't worry, we've alerted the police and they'll be tracking her down."

"Well, all's well that ends well." Monica's mother said. "Thank you so much for your help."

"Not a problem, ma'am. Just doing my job."

After a few more pleasantries the guard left them alone. Monica breathed a sigh of relief.

"Was there a bathroom inside the coffee shop?" Monica asked.

"There was, yes. Before you get dressed though, you'll need to remove the holo-band thingies."

"What? Why?!"

"Well, the woman in the store said it could mess with the calibration. Do you really want those things to malfunction when you're in school?"

Monica felt a new wave of embarrassment wash over her. She looked around, and the placed seemed relatively quiet. Steeling herself, she placed the book on the table and crossed her legs, giving her easy access to the band around her ankle. She uncovered her breasts and removed the first band before placing it on top of the book. She switched legs and removed the other. The wrist bands followed next. All told she was exposed for maybe ten seconds, but Monica felt like she'd been exposed for hours. She snatched up the bag and clutched it against her chest.

"Well, that was efficient." Her mom said with a smirk. "But you could have waited until you were in the bathroom before removing them."

"...oh. Yeah. I didn't think."

Her mother sighed. "That seems to be the theme for the day. Go on, then. I'll guard your bands."

With her legs feeling like jelly, Monica stood up with the bag providing scant modesty. She rounded her mother's chair and moved towards the store entrance. She caught sight of her reflection in the window; the bag barely reached from her breasts down to her crotch. She looked as exposed as she felt. She pushed the door open, entering the quiet and slightly intimate interior of the store. One of the girls behind the counter - an Indian woman who was wearing a cap and an apron, and nothing else - smiled at her.

"Hello miss, how can I help you?"

"Uh, do you have a bathroom I can use? My mom just bought a coffee here."

"Just over there." the woman said, pointing. Monica smiled nervously and headed towards it.

She jiggled the handle. It was locked.

"Occupied." A man's voice called from within.

"Fuck." she whispered.

She stood nervously and looked around. There were one or two people sitting in the store, quietly chatting and not really paying her any attention. She looked behind her, and realised her bare backside was clearly visible through the store window. She turned around to face it. There was nobody in sight outside - her mother was hidden behind a seating booth.

Monica did not know why she did it, but she lowered the bag to her side so that she was holding it like a normal shopping bag. She stood there, knowingly and willingly exposing herself to the outside world. She felt ashamed. She felt excited. She felt horny.

The bathroom door opened behind her. She turned, forgetting to cover herself, as a blonde man in this thirties stepped out of the bathroom. An apron covered his groin, making Monica realise she was wearing considerably less than him.

"Sorry about that." He said, smiling. "All yours ma'am."

"Th-thank you." a flustered Monica replied. She fled into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.