The Security Guard Takes Charge

“Damn” I thought to myself “just what I don’t need in this job. Something to actually happen.” I had taken a second job as a security guard to earn some extra money. When my ex-girlfriend and I broke up a few months ago, she had moved out immediately, leaving my name on the lease of our rented house. I was trying to keep things going until the lease ran out at the end of the year.

I had been doing this job a little over a month, usually 3 or 4 nights a week of the overnight shift-11 P.M. until 7 A.M. After finishing my shift I would go to my real job except if I worked Saturday night as I would always be off Sunday. This particular Saturday I was making my rounds in the company car around the perimeter of the property. It was a plant which had recently closed when they shipped the jobs overseas to China. The company was trying to sell the property, but due to the real estate crash wasn’t having much luck. Therefore they had to maintain security on the property. It was an easy job usually. Once an hour you would drive around to make sure the gates and doors were locked and that nothing suspicious was taking place. Since all the buildings were locked with external padlocks it was as easy to check them by just flashing a beam of light on them. When not patrolling you would be inside the guard building that dated from the early days of the plant. It had a small, cramped office, a tiny bathroom and a tiny locker room. It was situated just past the main gate which was locked.

It was around 12:30 A.M. and I was making my second patrol of the shift, when I saw a hole cut into the fence. When I had passed by earlier the hole hadn’t been there. I stopped the car and got out to investigate.
Someone must have used bolt cutters to cut a section open. Before calling my supervisor or the law I decided to check around first . I had my cellphone in my jacket pocket and my flashlight in my hand. It was one of those big 4 D battery maglight types, so I knew I could use it like a club if needed. I also had a few of those pull ties that could be used to restrain someone, although I doubted I would need them. I’m not a cop and capturing people isn’t my job. I started to quietly walk the property, staying very alert.

I heard them before I could see them. The sounds were coming from around a corner of a building ahead of me. I cautiously peered around the corner and was surprised at what I saw. It was a couple, in their teens probably. The boy was slight, with dark hair and baggy clothing that was the style today. His pants were open and the girl was on her knees before him sucking him. From what I could see of her, she was petite with short brown hair and she was wearing a short skirt and a tank top with spaghetti straps. I also noticed that the wall behind them had fresh graffiti spray painted on it. Realizing that was why they broke in, I figured they probably weren’t dangerous. I took my phone out of my pocket and put it on camera mode. They were perfectly illuminated due to a light that was mounted on the wall near them. I quickly took a couple of photos, then started to approach them. They didn’t notice me as they were too busy – him being on the receiving end, her concentrating on her task at hand.

“Come on Hailey, suck my dick right” I heard the boy say. The boy had a hand on the girl’s head and as I watched he slapped her in the face with his free hand a couple of times. The girl didn’t stop, but kept working his knob.

“You know you love it, you cock sucking slut” he said as he roughly pushed her head down. The girl seemed to be enjoying what she was doing and I felt a stirring in my cock from watching. But that isn’t what I’m paid to do, so I ignored my cock and continued forward.

When I was within ten feet of them I turned on my flashlight and shone the beam on them while yelling “Security – stop what you’re doing.” I know that sounds lame, but it’s all I could think of. The reaction though was almost instantaneous. The boy turned his head to look behind him, saw me and my flashlight almost on top of him and panicked. He must have pulled his dick out first, then took off running in the opposite direction from me. However in his haste he collided with the girl, who a moment ago had been sucking him, sending her sprawling to the ground from her knees. He managed to stay on his feet and kept going. I lifted my phone and took a picture of his fleeing back.

I closed the distance between myself and the girl, who was still on the ground. I then noticed that there was a knapsack on the ground beside her. The boy was too fast for me to catch even if I wanted to try. But she was trapped like a kitten up a tree.
“Don’t move” I said, towering over her. She looked up at me and she seemed a bit stunned, as if the wind was knocked out of her. “Are you ok? Can you get up?” I asked her. She nodded and started to scramble to her feet. I pocketed my phone and helped her stand. I kept my hand on her arm, preventing her from trying to escape. I slipped my flashlight into its holder and removed a plastic restraint from my pocket. I spun her around so her back was to me, grabbed both her arms and brought her hands together. I then secured the tie around her wrists and pulled tight. She made a small whimper as the plastic cut into her flesh. I looked around and observed that as well as the knapsack there was a small purse on the ground. Without touching the straps with my hand I slipped my arm through the strap and picked it up. I also picked up the purse, though with my hand. I grabbed her arm with my free hand.

“Let’s go” I barked at her and started walking the way I came from. We turned the corner of the building and approached the car. I unlocked the passenger door and had her sit, even guarding her head like they do on tv so she didn’t hit it. I then put the backpack in the trunk and also removed a bungee cord from there. I used that to somewhat secure the hole in the fence. I then called 911 on my phone and reported the break in. For some reason I didn’t report that I had detained one of the intruders or even that there were two of them. While talking to the operator, I went through her purse. In there as well as ordinary girl things like lipstick, I found an I.D. It identified her as Hailey Richards, an eighteen year old freshman at the local community college. When I finished the call, I got in the car and drove to the guardhouse to wait for the police.

While driving I began to talk to the girl. “You know that breaking and entering, trespassing, and painting graffiti are crimes. I see you’re eighteen, so they will arrest you and since it’s Saturday night you will probably be held until Monday morning at the least.”

I could see right away that she was getting scared at the thought of going to jail.