You use the marker

You realize the asshole who snapped a pic of your - admittedly public - fucking has almost gotten away in the crowd of the mall. It's time to take more aggressive measures. You stop a second to catch your breath and think. You write three words on your arm.

FAST

STRONG

TRACKER

You launch yourself back into the chase, and you feel the power and speed you've given yourself. You don't know how fast you're really going but you're pretty sure it's aboout the peak of human performance, even interrupted by clutter and people. There's a scent, too, drawing a bright line in your mind straight to your quarry.

In no time at all you catch the guy. You grab him roughly by the arm and pull him into a side hallway. He tries to wrestle away but he can't break your grip, or even budge it.

"Listen man, I don't know who you are. You've got the wrong guy, whatever you think I did," he says. You don't need the marker to see through a weak act.

You pull his sleeve up and pin his arm, then write on it.

OBEDIENT

HONEST

"Don't try any shit with me. Show me the picture you took," you say.

Suddenly meek he complies. It's an actually pretty good shot of your cock pulling out of Stacey's pussy, cum spilling out down her legs. Her little leather skirt must have rode up as you fucked and it hides nothing - your cock, her pussy lips, her ass are all fully on display.

"Is this your hobby, you sicko?" you ask, suppressing a vague feeling of hypocrisy.

"I take lots of upskirt photos. I post them online for karma. but this is the first time I've caught people fucking in public like this. You and your piece were so hot man, how could I resist!"

You weren't really expecting the confession but there it is. You feel vindicated. You've got your hands on a predator.

At that moment Stacey runs into the hallway.

"What the heck is going on? Why'd you chase that guy?" she blurts out, confused and breathing pretty heavily from sprinting after you.

"He took a photo of us. He was going to post it online," you say, then add with disgust, "for *karma*."

Stacey looks at you, puzzled. When you don't respond she speaks.

"So what? I mean we were pretty fucking hot I bet."

Now it's your turn to be puzzled. Then you remember.

"Stay still scumbag," you order the pervert.

You turn Stacey around and cross out SHAMELESS SLUT. It fades quickly from her skin.

The look on Stacey's face changes to anger as she turns back and gets a good look at your captive.

"You sicko pervert, you have no idea the kind of trouble you're in for," she says.