Mayhem it is!

You're not worried. You've got your rules in play and you know you can write more if you need them, though you cant think of the emergency that might need that. Yeah, Mr Asimov had 'em all worked out.

The security guard appeared to pose an imminent threat though, bearing down on you baton raised, while you held a portly customer in place by firmly clasping both hands round her right tit.

"Sir! I need you to step away from that lady and come with me. Right now!"

You ignore him. You could have just told him to fuck off and he probably would have, but you let him continue. He goes to grapple with you, then realises he can't lay a hand on you, tries to re-orient his grip and still cant do it. "Sir. Leave the lady alone"!

"What's your name?". You completely ignore the impotent guard and address the girl in front of you.

"Paulina. Paulina Hertford. Please. please let me go." she whimpers.

"Tell that idiot to fuck off. Cos you want to suck my cock."

"oh...no," she starts to shake her head, then turns to the guard."aaagh", she tries to stop herself. "Fff, fuck off. I, I want to suck his cock! Ah!" she squeals. "How are you doing this?!"

"Sir. I", he tries again. He prepares to lunge at you, then stops.

I see a few frightened people get their phones out. A businesswoman in a satin blouse, knee length skirt and glasses has come into the bank and was about to join the queue behind me. She turned to leave quickly, having caught the slightest of a glimmer of what's going on.

"Stop! Everyone stay where you are and drop your phones!" you cry. Along with everyone else, the businesswoman freezes. "And dont speak unless I ask you a question or tell you too."

"You!" You point to the security guard. He looks at you wide eyed, but glued to the spot. "Follow me". Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, he complies, two steps behind you. You both advance to the tellers, and make your way to the side door connecting the customer side to the staff side of the counters. "You". pointing now at the older female teller. She blinks. She has long grey hair in a pony tail, but suits the uniform. She has quite a stern look about her. You could picture her enjoying rejecting loan applications. "Let us in."

She gets up and goes to a keypad and you hear 4 beeps then the door is swung open and you pass through to her side. "Good, well done,"I glance down at her name tag. "Moira". Now I've got a treat for you.

"Security guard!" he didnt have a tag. I didnt bother asking his name. "Strip her naked, make out with her for 10 minutes, then put your cock in her mouth. Moira, give him your best blowjob and make sure you swallow all his cum when you get it. When you're done swallowing, he can go down on you. I faced the guard who was staring at me wide eyed. "Put in a good 20 minutes worth on her cunt once she's swallowed your juice. Your best work. Got it?"

"Y,yes."

"Moira, when he's done, I want you to dress him up in your clothes before you go home. Moira looked like she was ready to faint. "Right. Get to it."

You stand and watch as the guard, looking sick, stands in front of the matronly teller and begins unbuttoning her blouse to reveal an unfashionable white bra on some decent sized titties, then reach behind her, remove the bra and lets them sag almost 6 inches. He unzips her skirt and pulls it down to the floor while she stands there unmoving but with horror written all over her face. Then came the medium denier pantyhose, and then the big white panties and now she was naked. Unable to resist, the guard closes on her, takes her in his arms, and with a slight "mmff" from the teller, embraced and kissed her full on the lips, and stayed there, their faces locked together both sets of eyes wide open.

You grin looking at her full dark bush. Old school! Nice.

Slightly reluctantly you move on. The other two tellers watched you with trepidation, as did the customers.