Follow Laurie to the office and find out

Laurie takes your hand and leads you down from the desk and back out to the main office, where you find both security guys and their huge-tittied boss. Brinks' pants are folded up and set atop a cabinet. Her employees are grinning like idiots.

"Hey thanks for your office, Captain Brinks, but we're gonna finish up in here," says Laurie.

"That was NOT our agreement and it's against policy and against the law for you to..."

"Hey I bet it's legal," Laurie starts stroking your dick again like in the mall atrium, and continues the thought, "if you need him to cum so you can wear it on your face."

"Oh fuck yeah!" shouts Tulipsen.

"Yous guys rule!" shouts Silverman.

"Yep," you manage to say, while Laurie milks your balls, "I'm gonna need you to wear my cum on your face, Brinks."

"No man has EVER..." but she's halted by the sudden splat of your jism on her face. It's dripping into her mouth a little. She's mortified and her subordinates high five you and Laurie.

"You should make sure to wear the cum of your employees any time you're on mall property from now on," you say, "on your face and tits. Mine will do for today."

You squeeze Laurie's hand and kiss her on the cheek. "I wanna come inside you next time," you tell her.

"Okay, but let's go get our clothes."

"Okay."

You return to Brinks' office while your cum dries onto her face, but while you start to pull on your pants, Laurie says, "Hey John look at this," and points to Brinks' computer screen.

Most of the screen is filled with live video feeds. The feeds are mostly cycling, covering most of the mall from the info booth to the parking deck, but the feeds in the corner aren't cycling, their locked in to a handful of cameras in various dressing rooms throughout the mall. Something tells you those aren't typical security cameras. Not only do you see several men and women changing in and out of clothes on the screen, you also notice that not all the 'young women' are naked. Laurie's naked though, about to step into her shorts.

"So Brinks is a perv. Okay, but why are those women wearing clothes at all if they're supposed to dress sluttier than you."

"I dunno, dude. Maybe it's cuz I'm not really dressed this way. We were just naked to have sex, right?" She pulls her shorts up, but leaves the fly open.

"I guess. I dunno, I'm still new to this power."

"Well let's figure it out together," she says.

"I'm not a perv," says the cum-splattered Captain from the doorway. "I installed those cameras to catch shoplifters." It doesn't matter to you why they're there, you're enjoying watching them. A busty woman in the third feed is taking her shirt off now, to try on another one, her big round titties in plain view for your voyeurism. Brinks keeps whining. "You two have been undermining me and my authority since the minute you set foot in my mall. Do you realize that shoplifting incidents tripled in the first hour of your new rule, as young women scrambled to find slutty clothes they could wear any way they could. Now I'll give you a chance to make this right, to help me catch some shoplifters, if you want to, but you gotta promise not to do sex stuff in public, in my mall."

"I will not promise that, ma'am, and if you try to arrest me, I will alter your daughters' outfits even more," you tell her.

"Even more?" she asks, just now hearing about this for the first time. You pick her tits up in your palms, lifting them up to her cum-drizzled chin, and let them go, watching them boing up and down like water balloons. "Ow! Fuck! Stop it!"