Chapter 2
(The Voyeur)
Christina left for work at the normal time she did each day. John had already left since his day at the tire shop started pretty early. Christina liked her job at the small clothing store. It gave her the opportunity to see fashions as soon as they hit the shelves. Summer fashions were already out yet spring weather had barely started.
Only Christina and Chrystal were working today as the economy had been slower then people thought. But women still liked to shop and people did need new cloths so business was moderate. Christina relieved Chrystal so she could take a break and Chrystal walked out the door into the main mall hallway leaving Christina alone in the store.
Jasmine was walking down the mall when she came to the store where Christina worked and turned into the store.
"Hey Chrissy, said Jasmine.
"Hey Jaz," replied Christina. "Back again? You're in here so much, I should just hire you."
Christina continued straightening up items on shelves while Jasmine browsed around the store. Another female customer entered and after a short time, selected several items and asked to use a changing room.
Christina told the woman to take her pick and the woman opened the door to the room closest to the front of the store. Christina thought the woman like vaguely familiar but could not remember where they had met. She did seem to frequent the mall Christina remembered.
Jasmine casually moved toward the front of the store near the changing booths but still a small distance away. After a few minutes Christina approached Jasmine.
"See something you like?" asked Christina.
"Why, yes I do," smirked Jasmine as she looked off toward the changing room the other woman was in.
Christina looked at Jasmine with a perplexed, curious look on her face.
"What do you mean?" asked Christina.
Jasmine stepped back slightly and pulling Christina by the shoulders placed her where Jasmine had been standing a moment before. "Watch the room closely and wait," whispered Jasmine as she looked toward the changing room.
Christina could see the woman in the changing room. The door was closed but the way the door hung and the closure device allowed a slightly noticeable gap. And if you were standing in the right spot, you could distinctly see the person's reflection in the changing room mirror.
"Yeah," answered Jasmine to Christina's unasked question. "Be subtle but turn around slowly and look across the hallway to the men's store. Try not to look directly."
Christina looked out of the corner of her eye and observed the store.
"I can see some people and a few sales people," Christina said.
"Look more closely at the counter near the back of the store," replied Jasmine.
"I don't see anything," Christina whispered. . "Nope. But when you get a chance make up some excuse to go in and look around. There is a small security camera in the front window, I think it is called a lipstick camera, pointed this way and they have a computer monitor hooked up to it."
"Peeping on my customers as they change?!" exclaimed Christina. "How do you know that?"
"Remember Tom?," asked Jasmine. "He worked there for awhile. He helped set the camera up when they realized the opportunity they had. Not only that but notice the sitting bench in the aisle way between the two kiosks?"
"Yeah, so?" quipped Christina.
"The bench is ALWAYS faces this way toward the booth. If you move a clothes rack, the bench and kiosks are moved slightly. Anyone sitting on the bench has a clear view of the changing room too," Jasmine said smiling.
"How do you know that?" Christina said now intrigued by what was going on.
"The woman in the booth is the mall operations manager, Andrea. She makes sure that the bench ALWAYS has a clear, un-obstructed view of the changing booth." Jasmine exclaimed.
Christina and Jasmine turned back toward the dressing room. Christina now remembered where she had seen the woman. Of course, she managed the mall. It appeared that the woman was finished trying her cloths and was getting dressed. The only view they got was of the woman in her white push up bra as she pulled her blouse over her head.
