He had seen one too many car flashing videos on the internet and had it in mind to live one out himself, perhaps even to record it if his luck held out.
Devon was a pretty regular guy, not of above average intellect but an achiever in some respects nonetheless. He had just gotten out of the service where he had done well and was picking up a paper every morning to go through the want ads. At 28, he had served 10 years and was ready to try something else. He was, however, a heavy consumer of pornography. This would serve to work against him.
While most men his age would know better, Devon believed that the women in the videos who happened upon a guy jerking off in his car were for real. It wasn't staged in his mind but in fact these were actual, real life recordings of true encounters and most all of these women were enthralled with their discovery.
Poor Devon was never destined to win a Pulitzer but he was thoroughly convinced as to the authenticity of these videos and was determined to make one of his own. That turned out to be a mistake.
He waited for what he assumed to be the heart of the shopping day, drove to a big box store on the other side of town and parked his car in an area away from the entrance. He waited and watched.
A few cars had driven past him but none had pulled along side. A half hour passed and nobody on foot or in a car stopped anywhere near him. He was undaunted, however, and dick in hand, continued to play with himself in hopes of being (accidentally) discovered.
He hadn't thought through what he'd say or how he'd excuse his behavior if it became necessary, he just hoped to be discovered.
He was highly vigilant those first 30 minutes but as time ticked by with nary even a close encounter he began to lower his guard. "You can't force something like this," he reminded himself, "It has to be spontaneous."
He never saw her coming. In a flash she was there at his window, video taping his otherwise very private activity. With his pants off, he was lazily jerking himself while she had her camera phone pointed directly at him, first at his dick and then at his face.
"Holy shit lady. What the fuck," he blurted breathlessly. He began to pull up his pants. He was so flustered it was nearly comical and as much as he had anticipated the moment, he was now in the full throes of panic.
"Calm down son," she said reassuringly, "This may turn out to be your lucky day."
Angry that he'd been surprised, angry that she seemed to have the upper hand, he again said, "What the fuck, lady!"
She smiled at him. "I want you to take a look at this video for me. You're the central character, after all. I think you should look at it." She queued it up, hit the play button and held it up for Devon to watch.
It began from some 50 feet away and as the camera closed on his car, it panned around that section of the parking lot, then down to his license plate and then around the side of his car to him naked from the waist down, jerking off in the driver's seat of his car. He looked at it and then looked up at her.
"Would you like to see it again?" she asked.
"No," he said meekly. "I'm sorry."
"Well like I said friend, this might be your lucky day. What's your name?"
"None of your business," he shot back angrily.
"Oh but you're wrong. It has become my business now. Do you know the penalty for indecent exposure? Do you know what it means to be named a pervert by the courts, to be labeled for life as a sexual predator? You can't ever even live near a school. I think you had better show a little respect here."
"Look lady, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't see you there. I didn't mean to give offense."
"It's a little late for that son. I'll ask one more time, what's your name?"
"Devon, my name is Devon."
"Now that's much better," she said. "Well Devon, I'm going to give you the chance to convince me not to turn this over to the police."
"Please lady," he answered. "I'll do whatever you want." His voice quivered, his hands were shaking and he was nearly in tears. He was scared shitless.
"Ok Devon, for starters I think you'd better finish pulling on your pants, start your car and follow me. Understood?"
He followed her to her house, went in with her whereupon she explained he was about to donate three weeks free labor, to do whatever she wanted (or else).
He briefly mounted a feeble argument but in the end relented. He really had no choice. Inasmuch as he had no job he would move into the spare bedroom and spend the next 21 days doing whatever she asked Reluctantly but quite necessarily, he agreed.
"What do I do first?" he asked.
"Take your clothes off," she answered.
"What? Why would I do that?" he asked, anger and hesitation evident in his voice.
"Devon, are you already disobeying me?" she asked, holding the phone aloft.
"Shit," he said to himself and began to undress. He got as far as his underwear and stopped
"Keep going, Devon. You're starting to get on my nerves. Get your fucking pants off now," she commanded in an angry voice. He did.
"Now that's better Turn around slowly." He did as instructed.
"You wanted me to catch you playing with yourself out there? Well, here's your chance, Devon. Start playing."
He stood motionless, staring back. She held up the phone again. He began to play with himself. She watched and said nothing.
This soon had its effect and he began to experience arousal. When he became fully erect she smiled for the first time and nodded approvingly.
As for Devon, he had begun to pick up a rhythm. He was getting into it. Once he began to flex and moan at the approaching climax she commanded him to stop. He didn't stop. She screamed, "Stop," and he did.
"Alright son, that's a good boy. You're beginning to understand who's the boss here. I want you to go to my bathroom right there, pick up the razor I've left sitting on the edge of the tub and shave yourself. You will shave your pubic region entirely. That includes your dick and your balls. Do you understand?" she asked with finality.
He nodded and went into the bathroom.
She was waiting when he came back out.
