Erotic gay fiction from Gaydar: Captured by a gang
Captured by gangbangers
A story by Joseph Duprey
Keith was halfway through his evening shift at the mall, and he carried his freebie dark roast from the onsite Starbucks with him as he patrolled the complex. His dark-blue guard uniform fit his slender frame loosely, the shirt often hanging out clumsily from beneath his belt, but he knew he wouldn’t have to work the mall beat forever. He was a second-year college student majoring in computer science, and he had high aspirations for a successful career someday soon. But for the time being he had fire doors to check and shoplifters to catch.
He walked by a shop with dark, mirrored windows, catching his own reflection as he did so, and the vanity of youth prompted him to stop and run his fingers through his short, wavy blonde hair. At twenty years of age Keith was an exceptionally good-looking lad with a trim, boyish figure and bright blue eyes. Needless to say the girls in town were crazy about him!
He resumed his sleepy patrol throughout the mall, grateful for the free caffeine as he offered directions to a group of older women, told a bunch of kids to stop running, and then helped the custodian, an older friend, pick up strewn trash. It was a lazy, five-hour shift that ended at eleven p.m. but it provided him with some badly-needed spending money. Thus he helped the custodian sweep up trash with a smile.
“Thank you, little buddy,” Ted told him while emptying a receptacle. “You’re a good kid – you know that, Keith?” The custodian was a stout, strong, hairy man old enough to be the young guard’s father, and he took a particular interest in him that went beyond co-worker camaraderie and commiseration.
“Haven’t been a kid in at least five years,” Keith corrected him with a wink.
“You still look like one from where I’m standing,” Ted replied, patting his ample, middle-aged tummy, and as the young guard turned about he began to ogle his tight, slender ass. Much like the girls in town the custodian found Keith’s good looks to be captivating to the point his slender, chiseled physique brought out the perv in him!
“Well, I have to make my rounds, Ted. See you in a bit.” As Keith sauntered off his older friend watched him with a smile, and when the young guard bent over to pick something up, his firm, lean backside aimed upward toward the custodian, the crotch of Ted’s pants began to noticeably swell.
Ooooh, what I wouldn’t do to get that boy naked… Ted thought to himself as he adjusted his trousers.
Keith’s shift went by for the most part uneventful until about a half hour before closing when, around ten-thirty p.m., a ruckus could be heard arising from the west wing of the building, second floor. He went running in that direction, and as he did so a couple of people ran past him frightened. The young guard picked up the pace a bit when he heard shouting until he could see a group of young men kickboxing in front of a Wienerschnitzel which had already closed for the evening. There were eight of them, all around his age, though most of them were black with the exception of two Hispanic guys and a whiteboy with tats and bling. When Keith drew near they stopped their roughhousing and sized him up as if staring down at a scrawny chihuahua.
“What we got here?” a brutha with a red durag on his head asked his friends, who all began to laugh derisively at the slender security guard. “Looks like a little boy playing dress up as a rent-a-cop.” Keith knew his bulky uniform accentuated his skinny frame, but he took a deep breath, thrust out his chest (what little he had of it), and walked right up to the hoodlum staring directly into his eyes.
“Sir, we don’t allow fighting or rough play inside the mall.” Keith took note of what half the guys were holding, and he told them, “We also do not allow skateboarding in or around the building.”
“Eat shit, faggot!” one of them replied. And another one told him: “Fuck off, little bitch!”
“I’m just doing my job,” Keith explained. Suddenly the white guy with tats, trying to impress his darker homeys, ran forward and pretended to read the front of his uniform shirt.
“Se…cur…ity,” he slowly mouthed, pretending to be stupid and pointing at the letters with one of his fingers. Then his hand quickly shot up and smacked into the bottom of Keith’s chin, drawing laughter from all of his friends.
“Alright, very funny,” Keith managed to calmly say.
“What’s funny is a beanpole doing security,” the homey with the red rag on his head told him just as calmly. “So why don’t you get your Barney Fife ass out of here ‘fore we lose our sense of humor.”
Keith sized up the situation, which was rather intimidating to say the least, and he told them, “I’m going to do my rounds now, and when I get back if you’re all still here I’m going to call the police.” He walked away trying his darnedest to keep his hands from trembling, though he did stop once when he heard one of them spit rudely on the floor. But a second later he kept on going, giving them the chance to make the correct decision and take off before he had to come back and take action.
He let twenty minutes pass before returning, and much to his delight they were gone. So after a sigh of relief he picked up some candy wrappers they’d left behind and went about the last stage of his shift, for it was almost closing time and the few shoppers left in the mall were making their way out.
When the clock hit eleven p.m. the last of the shops open were closing their doors, and Keith took great pleasure in locking all the entrances to the public, after which he bounded up an escalator toward the second floor where the security office was kept in the back. His relief, a grumpy old geezer named Norman, was due to arrive any time now, and as he cheerfully strode across the empty complex he radioed Ted to apprise him of the end of his shift.
“Hey, big buddy,” he spoke into his handheld, “just locked up the perimeter entrances and will be taking off as soon as my relief shows up.”
When Ted’s radio crackled his eyes lit up, and he smiled at Keith’s message for he liked when the nighttime relief was running late – tardiness which happened far too often though he’d never be the one to complain. “Have a good evening, little buddy!” he chirped to his young friend, then he set his mop bucket aside and skedaddled to his little office behind the scenes on the first floor. The custodial office had several monitors on the wall, much like the security office, utilizing the cameras throughout the mall to catch shoplifters or vandals, but there was just one monitor Ted was interested in.
The security office was an open area and consisted of a desk, a couple filing cabinets, a wall full of monitors, a small section of lockers, and a bathroom toward the back, all of which was monitored by a camera in the corridor. The office held valuable information and expensive equipment locked away within, so that wall cam had been installed to add surveillance, and Ted the custodian studied that particular monitor every night about this same time when Keith was finishing his shift.
He loved to watch his young friend when Keith thought he was alone in that office, oblivious to that camera on the wall. From the solitude of his own office Ted would often watch him sitting on that desk playing with his phone while waiting for his replacement to show up. He would admire the young man’s lean physique and handsome features while left alone in his thoughts, and he would fantasize about standing behind him and massaging his slender shoulders with his heavy hands. Occasionally he would enjoy the thrill of watching Keith in that small locker area changing his shirt, and his hand would drop to the crotch of his trousers…
From the viewpoint of the camera Ted could also partially see into that little bathroom, and twice his heart had nearly burst when Keith had left the door open while urinating. He had only been able to see him from the back and the video had been dark and grainy, but when he’d caught the motion of Keith shaking himself before zipping back up Ted had nearly shot a load in his undershorts, and he fantasized about shaking it for him…perhaps while kissing his neck…
Ted’s phone rang, popping him out of his delightful reverie, and he pulled it from his pocket. It was Norman, the nighttime security guard, calling to let someone know that he’d be about an hour late, and could he possibly let the kid know. Ted assured him that he would and hung up, grabbing at his radio, but right then out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw someone move on that special monitor. He turned his head and watched it closely but there was nobody there, so he assumed it must have been Keith, and that perhaps he’d forgotten something and had returned to the floor. But he’d be back, and Ted could hardly wait!
He put away the radio and sat back in his chair, his feet up on the break table where he often had his lunch and checked his Gaydar account, an online dating platform where he met a lot of interesting guys. But right now all he was interested in was that special monitor, and as he waited for Keith to return he began to gently knead the bulge in his crotch. Maybe he’ll take off his shirt again, the custodian hoped, and he thought how exciting it would be to also watch him pee shirtless…his smooth, naked back toward the camera as he slowly unzipped…with Ted unzipping his own fly for alternative purposes…
…but Keith was clueless to all this as he approached the EMPLOYEES ONLY sign on a door that led to the back of the building where the security office was located. The door required no key as the lock had been broken for quite a while, and it led to a dark, dusty hallway granting access to several empty offices and dingy storerooms. The hall turned to the right several yards ahead, and as he passed a sign with an arrow and the words SECURITY OFFICE he thought that he could smell marijuana – how odd!
Keith stopped and turned about but was unable to detect where the smoke was coming from. He then remembered all those surveillance monitors in the office and, convinced he’d spy the culprit on camera, sprinted forward and around the corner – right into the arms of the eight young men he had earlier reprimanded!
They instantly began to push him around between themselves as if they were the Harlem Globetrotters and he were the ball. Keith fell down once but they picked him right back up and continued to push him about, and in the melee his cellphone and radio were both quickly confiscated. “Long time no see, bitch!” the thug in the red rag told him, grabbing the front of his shirt with one strong hand. “Perhaps you should have been mo’ cordial with us.”
“I’m sorry,” Keith managed to say, “but I was just doing my job!”
“And we’re just doing ours!” a different gangbanger told him right before slapping him sharply across the face, knocking him to the floor. Keith got up and tried to run but they grabbed him, holding onto his arms.
“You thought you were tough shit back there, you and your stupid little uniform,” the red durag brutha told him. “Let’s see how tough you are without it!” He reached forward and ripped at the front of Keith’s shirt, and buttons flew across the corridor.
“NO!” the young guard shouted, horrified at the thought of being stripped, and he broke free of their grasp and rushed for the security office. There wasn’t really anything in there to help him, but there was a small bathroom with a door that locked and at the moment that sounded very good. He ran in that direction and almost made it but they grabbed him a few yards short of the desk, and they pulled him unknowingly in front of that camera on the wall as they tried to rip off his shirt.
Ted’s mouth dropped wide open the moment he saw what was happening on that monitor he so cherished, and he immediately grabbed his phone to call the police. But he hesitated, fascinated by what those young thugs seemed to be doing to Keith. It looked as if they were trying to rip off his shirt, and as a long strip of cloth tore free within one of the thug’s grip Ted decided the situation needed to be monitored further, and he set down his phone…
“NO!” Keith screamed again, holding on to his shirt as tightly as possible, though the eight ruffians pulling at it were tearing it to shreds right off his torso. It seemed the more he struggled the rougher they pushed him about, and one of the Latino gangbangers managed to rip off a large section of cloth, exposing his left arm and shoulder. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Keith cried with terror in his eyes, but despite his best effort to keep his shirt it soon was pulled from him in pieces, and two of them each grabbed one of his slender arms.
Ted kicked his feet off the desk and bolted upright at the sight of Keith’s shirt being forcefully torn from his beautiful, slender body, and he unzipped his fly and stuck his right hand inside. He knew there was no camera trained on his office (or at least he hoped there wasn’t), though even if there had been he would have found it hard not to touch himself at that particular moment. His eyes ran up and down Keith’s smooth, slim torso, and as he pulled his pecker from his pants he thought that this was better than porn – this was real!
One of the gangbangers holding Keith suddenly noticed the camera on the wall and told the others, “Holy shit! We’re being watched!”
“By who?” the guy with the red rag asked. “That’s a security camera and we got the security fool right here.” He tweaked one of Keith’s nipples sharply, causing him to cry out like a girl. “But since we’ve got a camera here let’s make this little bitch dance in front of it!” And while two of his friends held on to his arms he grabbed at Keith’s nipples, pinching and tweaking and twisting them between thumb and forefinger, causing their young prisoner to screech and jerk about trying to free himself. To make things worse the ‘wigger’ dude jumped in behind him and began to tickle at Keith’s sides, and the tweaker stepped aside to give the camera an unobstructed view for that’s when the dancing really began…!
Ted’s eyes popped out of his head as the object of his affection began to dance and jiggle all about, and all the while his forcibly-outstretched arms emphasized every line and detail of his youthful, alabaster body. The horny custodian could clearly see the many contours of Keith’s rib cage, and his long, slender belly seemed to slither about salaciously as he struggled to be freed. The lad’s cute, little belly button, vertically stretched like a widely-open mouth, seemed to beckon to the custodian silently – watch me dance…i’m dancing for YOU…for YOUR entertainment only – and Ted began to stroke his cock furiously…
More of the gangbangers closed in to tickle and jab at Keith’s sides, and the young guard started to whimper like a child. “Hey guys,” he began to plead, “please stop…ooooh eeee!…and I won’t have to report…OOOOO!…this incident to anyone…eeeee eeeeee…I promise…oo-ooo-ooooooo…!”
“Go ahead and report us, bitch!” the red durag dude told him. “Make sure you show them the video you’re making right now when you do.” They all burst out laughing, and the tatted white guy went on jabbing and poking at Keith’s sides.
“There’s another…OOOOO…security guard on the way…eee eee EEE!…and he should be here soon…ow ow ow OOOOOOW!…”
“For real?” red rag asked.
“Yes,” Keith told him, and wigger-boy stopped the torture he was inflicting on him. “My replacement should be here anytime. He’s late as a matter of fact.”
“Well, when he gets here he’s gonna have a little surprise waiting for him,” the wigger said, pulling at the waistband of Keith’s uniform pants.
“¡Arriba!” one of the Latino gangbangers exclaimed, feeling at Keith’s ass with one hand. “Let’s strip him!”
“NO!” Keith screamed again, but they were on him once more, pulling and tearing at his pants. His arms were still being held so when they grabbed his legs he was lifted up off the floor, and a few seconds later they ripped off his shoes…
…Ted was masturbating with such vigor that drool dripped down from both his mouth and cock, and even though he knew he should do something, like perhaps call the police, he was enjoying the show much too much to put a stop to it. The thugs were holding his object of desire in the air spread-eagled as they ripped off his shoes and socks, and Keith was clinging desperately to his pants! But he was pathetically outnumbered so it was a losing battle, and one of the homeys got a good grip on one of his front pockets and tore a chunk of material free. Ted came close to shooting his load as that tear in Keith’s trousers grew larger and larger, and then suddenly with one great tug that same homey ripped the entire pants leg off. The sight of Keith’s long, naked leg was almost too much for Ted, and he pulled his hand away from his member as he wasn’t quite ready to shoot. He was enjoying this show immensely and couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next…
“NO, PLEASE!” Keith begged, but they tore at him till his pants were mere shreds, and finally they wrenched what was left of them down over his waist. After a moment of subtle snickering they then began to laugh together uproariously at the red bikini underwear he was wearing to the point they dropped him to the floor, and instantly Keith began to skitter away in a running-crawling combo toward his desk and the bathroom beyond. But they were having none of that, and they tackled him savagely, pulling at his shorts. The young guard fell to his stomach, his hands beneath his body clutching at the front of his underwear, but his tormentors easily managed to pull them down from behind, displaying his white, chiseled ass cheeks in plain view to that wall camera…
…Ted’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of Keith’s bikini underwear, and after he fell his backside was pointing toward the camera, and thus HIM, as if begging to be fucked! The boy was begging alright – begging for dignity, but the custodian could hear none of that, and he grabbed onto his pecker again as the thugs fought for possession of Keith’s undershorts. The boy held onto them the best he could for several seconds but once again it was a losing battle, and when his shorts were finally ripped off savagely he was left totally naked upon the floor! His back remained to the camera as he slowly rose up on his knees, and several of the hoodlums began laughing and pointing at the boy’s crotch. They grabbed him roughly and turned him about in front of the wall cam, and Ted moaned in bliss and delight as the object of his longing and lust sat there on the floor not wearing a stitch, his hands modestly held over his privates betraying the slightest hint of dark pubes between his legs…
“Oh no!” Red rag told Keith as he sat there on the floor hiding his dick. “There’s no need to be shy at this point, fool! You thought you were a big man when you were wearing your uniform earlier, din’t you? Now show everyone how big of a man you REALLY are!” They grabbed him and pulled him to his feet, and once again they held his arms outstretched, forcing him into a full frontal on display…
…Ted was in perverts’ heaven, his eyes eagerly watching Keith’s long, thick cock jiggle back and forth as the lad struggled, and as it did so it seemed to grow in length and girth as it hardened. Then they started pushing the young man around again, making him dance and slapping his ass to make him shake it, and that’s when he began to sport a full-blown boner a good nine inches long! As Keith was shoved back and forth his dick gyrated around and bounced about, and Ted feared that perhaps he might faint away into a fugue of sheer and utter bliss. But he became quite alert and rather curious when one of the young thugs brought over a skateboard and set it down in front of his little buddy, who looked absolutely terrified at the sight of it…
“I heard you say earlier there was no skateboarding in your fucking mall,” a young punk with a nose ring and neck tats told him. “The exception to that rule, fool, is if you’re a naked whiteboy bitch. Now RIDE!”
“I’ve never been good at this,” Keith explained in a quavering voice. “What if I fall down?”
“Just make sure you don’t land on this, fool!” the punk told him, thumping his boner with his thumb and laughing as it bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down… “Now get riding!” Keith reluctantly put one foot on the skateboard and instantly fell to the floor at everyone’s feet.
“Get up!” the red rag dude ordered, and he kicked him square in the butt. Keith did as he was told, hoping this whole ordeal would soon be over, though as he stood he looked down at himself, specifically his throbbing boner, and felt a tidal wave of shame course through his veins. He wasn’t so much ashamed to be naked as he was to be aroused, and with a dick like his it was impossible to hide! Right then the red rag dude grabbed Keith’s balls rather tightly and began to squeeze. “You were told to get riding,” he snarled into his face, and once the boy’s nuts were released he did as he was told.
At this point Ted had arisen from his chair and moved closer to the monitor, his face just inches from the screen. Oh how he wished he could be there in person to watch such fun, naked sport! They were forcing Keith to ride a skateboard back and forth in front of the camera, and all the while the boy’s boner was bobbing all about – nine inches of hard cock bouncing around as if it had been carved from some solid but pliable wood! He would ride past the camera out of sight one way and then return and cross the screen in the opposite direction, back and forth, back and forth, each time accompanied by that mob of thugs, laughing and smacking at him, sometimes pulling at his dick. He fell a couple more times but they picked him right back up and make him ride for a good five minutes as Ted slowly jacked his pecker, trying his hardest to keep from cumming but unable to leave his dick alone. This was all too fucking HOT for him to NOT be pulling his pecker!
“Alright,” the dude in the durag declared, “I think the little bitch has had enough. I’d hate to see him fall and really hurt himself. He looks like he bruises easy.” And sure enough there was already a bruise forming where he’d earlier kicked him in the ass.
“Yeah, this scene is getting old,” the dude with the nose ring agreed. “Let’s split…”
“Hold on!” the wigger demanded, always ready to prove his proficiency in defiance of authority to the other homeys. “Let’s teach him a lesson he’ll never forget! Let’s tie him up and leave him naked for whoever finds him.” Everyone seemed to agree enthusiastically, and one of them found a couple loops of cable in a box over by the monitors on the wall.
“Come on, guys, don’t do this!” Keith beseeched as they tied his hands behind his back. “Don’t leave me naked!” he begged as they next bound his ankles together. But when they picked him up and placed him on the desk, still in clear view of the camera, he simply pleaded, “Pleeeese…”
…As Ted watched all of this a crazy idea entered his head. It was mad and risky, yet like a dream come true – but should he dare? He watched those thugs place Keith up on that desk, his wrists and ankles bound, and he watched them disappear from the vantage point of the camera – but had they actually left the building? He knew he should wait, yet he couldn’t put this off for long because the night security guard was supposedly on his way. He wanted this so very badly he could feel it in his balls, but really he should wait just a bit longer to make sure the thugs were gone he reminded himself. Or maybe he should just call the whole idea off…
Keith struggled and pulled at his binds but those guys knew what they were doing, and the cords would not budge a bit. He’d been placed on the desk in a sitting position with his legs bent at the knee, and he cringed when he thought of the old man who would soon be arriving. Because of how tightly his ankles were bound Keith could not completely bring his knees together, so the first thing Norman would see upon entering the security office would be his open legs broadcasting his package – his dick and balls on display! And hopefully the old fart wouldn’t keel over at such an unexpected sight.
He sat there like that for at least ten minutes, wondering what he might do to get free but at the same time afraid to fall off the desk, when suddenly he thought he heard someone approaching. But the footfalls sounded funny…they sounded like someone walking with bare feet…
Ted emerged from the corridor into the security area – and he was fucking buck-ass naked! He was walking fast, glancing nervously behind him, and the moment he saw Keith his right hand moved to cover the thick mushroom head of the fat, five-inch boner protruding from his bushy pubes. The younger man had never seen his older friend naked before, and he marveled at how different their bodies were. Ted was brawny and strong, with a massive chest and a round tummy, and his entire body seemed to be covered with a carpet of dark, coarse hair. Keith was slender and smooth with a donkey dick and a firm ass, though in comparison to Ted’s huge, curvaceous butt his was practically nonexistent! The young guard’s own boner had wilted since being tied up and abandoned, but oddly enough it had perked back up upon his friend’s arrival, and it was as if he could feel the custodian’s dark eyes taking in each and every square inch of his helpless, naked body.
“A group of gang members stripped me and told me to get up here at once!” Ted rapidly explained to his younger friend. “They said I’d better do what they told me or else we’d both get hurt real bad, and they’re watching us from the monitor in the custodian’s office on the first floor!”
“What did they say you need to do?” Keith asked hesitantly, wondering why he wasn’t untying him.
“This…” Ted told him, his eyes trained between the lad’s legs and thus wild with desire, and he suddenly rushed forward up to the desk, where he pulled his little buddy’s youthful body toward him and plunged his mouth down onto his throbbing cock.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Keith cried, though his abhorrence quickly turned to a moan of pleasure as Ted was a well-practiced and seasoned cocksucker. And he was certainly enjoying chowing down on the young man’s huge, hard pecker, which was the culmination of all his erotic fantasies for a good six months. The fingers of one hand tickled the boy’s balls while he sucked away on his cock, welcoming it into the back of his throat and letting his light-brown pubes likewise tickle his nose.
All struggling had stopped at this point, and Keith’s moans became longer and louder. When he shot his load down Ted’s throat it was all he could do to stifle a blissful scream by biting his lip, and the custodian swallowed each and every drop of his hot, delicious cum, milking the boy’s dick with his hand toward the end to get as much of it as possible. As Keith’s cock went limp Ted released it from his mouth, and his little buddy looked up at him with quizzical surprise in his eyes. The custodian’s eyes, however, were turning absolutely feral with lust…
He grabbed Keith roughly and pulled him off the desk, and he placed him abruptly upon the floor with his face to the concrete. “What the fuck are you doing?” the bound boy screamed as Ted began to lube his asshole with spit and a finger.
“I have to do exactly what those thugs told me to do,” Ted explained as he eased his cock up inside of Keith’s ass slowly, lovingly, “otherwise they’ll come back and beat us up!” And with that said he started banging his little buddy like a malicious mule, pounding his ass mercilessly. “We have…to…UH UH UH!…do what…they…OOOOOO…say…or else…”
“No, please, Ted – noooo!” the boy wept as his virgin ass took a pounding, but there was no stopping his big buddy from his savage buggery no matter how much he squirmed and pleaded. With his hands tied behind his back and his face to the floor he couldn’t even attempt to fight Ted off, but it did lend a mighty convenient position for butt-fucking as his ass was thrust upward and forward, meeting each of the custodian’s wild thrusts. Suddenly Ted let loose a wild scream and shot his load inside his buddy’s bowels, and the moment he pulled out of Keith’s butt he glanced up toward that camera on the wall and realized it had recorded what he had just done…
Ted sat at the security desk messing with the computer, hoping he was doing what he was doing right. He could see Keith and Norman, who had finally shown up, in one of the monitors as they walked toward the supposed vandalism they’d quickly set up to keep the old fart busy, giving Ted time, with any luck, to delete the digital security file containing their nudity. He’d been shown how to do this once, and he hoped he could remember how to access the files a second time.
He glanced back up and saw Keith and Norman walk out of the monitor’s scope, and he knew they’d arrived at a blind spot where he’d just spray-painted profanity on the wall. He also knew Norman, the old buzzard, would probably take fifty pictures of the graffiti from fifty different angles before searching the rest of the mall for more vandalism. That would hopefully give him enough time.
And Keith had certainly been a good sport about it all. The lad hadn’t been working at the mall long enough to learn how to access the video files, and he was rather grateful that Ted knew how. He had another uniform in his locker which he was now wearing, and he planned on reporting his phone and radio stolen by some unknown party whenever he got the chance. Keith still felt uncomfortable with the custodian’s excuse for basically raping him, though, and he questioned it’s validity as he’d often caught the reflection of the big guy checking him out in shop windows, but right now his only thought was to keep grouchy ol’ Norman distracted long enough for Ted to delete that file. And after that he’d figure out how he felt about things…perhaps after having a long discussion with Ted somewhere private…someplace they couldn’t be disturbed…
Meanwhile, the custodian had remembered the correct password and even found the correct file to be deleted, and as he hovered the mouse over it a small pop-up video clip offered him a sampling. He ran his tongue over his lips seductively, and another tantalizing idea popped into his head. He right-clicked the file and chose Share, sending a copy of it to his email address, but it seemed to take forever to upload. And to make things worse he noticed Norman stomping his way back toward the security office in one of the monitors, followed by a rather nervous-looking Keith. “Hurry hurry hurry!” Ted mumbled to himself.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the file finished uploading. He right-clicked again and selected Delete just as he began to hear footsteps in the outer corridor. After going through an agonizingly-annoying series of confirmation dialogue boxes the file finally vanished from its folder, and Ted closed the program and hurried out from behind the desk, hoping to get out of the security area before Norman caught him in there. But their paths crossed a second later…
“Where were you when all this happened?” Norman immediately began to bark at Ted as he emerged from the corridor. “And why the hell are you back here anyhow?”
“I was doing my shift,” Ted calmly replied, “not that you were here to see me do so, and now I’m ready to mop your work area if I may.”
“We don’t have time for that!” Norman spat. “We’ve got an incident to document.”
“Well then, there’s no reason for me to stick around,” Ted announced as he gave Keith a double thumbs-up behind the old fart’s back. The boy’s face instantly became relieved and he genuinely smiled.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Norman grumbled as he rummaged through the drawer of a filing cabinet in search of the correct form.
“I guess I’ll be heading home for the evening,” Ted told them with a private wink at Keith. “There’s a movie I’d really like to watch tonight…”