When Johnson arrived on the scene, most of the perpetrators were already cloaked in blankets and sitting in the vans. He nodded to the uniform, ducked under the police tape and opened the large glass door. Stepping inside the mall he spotted several detectives milling around the north end of the ice rink. The shops that surrounded the large rink were now all closed and locked up tight.

"You missed quite a show here Lieutenant, this one had over fifty people involved," Estaria, the tall, dark haired detective said as he rubbed the dark stubble on his face.

"What's that?" Johnson asked, nodding at a skirmish between a police officer and three people linked in a sweaty daisy chain.

"Ah, just rounding up the last of the perps," Miller, the short, round female detective replied. "I guess these last three were the most inspired of the bunch."

"Out on the ice rink?" Johnson queried, looking over the rink. There was clothing strewn everywhere, all soaking in about an inch or two of water.

"Yes, according to some witnesses, one of the skaters made a triple lutz in practice and pulled soccer stunt, sliding on her knees and pulling off her top. Not as well built as the now famous soccer player, this one didn't wear a sports bra, just a set of 32 A-s hovering in the light,"

"And that started it all?"

"Apparently that was all it took," Miller replied.

"So it's just another case of a spontaneous orgy?"

"Look's that way boss," she answered.

"A pretty hot one, all those skaters, just look at how much ice they melted," Estaria interjected. "We had to call the ambulances, seems some of the perps got frostbite in some pretty interesting places."

"I just don't get it, I understand the bar last week and even in the Victoria Secrets store, but at an ice rink? What is doing all this?"

"The psychologists say it's a new phenomenon, they're calling it hysterical mass encouraged nude sexuality, or HYMENS for short," Miller responded.

"Fucking Hymens? Are they nuts?"

"They seem to think it's some kind of Fucking joke or something."

"Hell, let this break out in some church or something and we're all gonna have hell to pay, not to mention the health issues," Johnson fumed. "Tell me, have you seen any condoms at any of the sites?"

"Not a one sir," Estaria replied. "The crime scene investigators love it; they seem to live to find the spray of sperm with those black lights of theirs."

"Imagine the primordial soup those guys are wading in now," Miller said nodding to the CSI crew taking water samples from the melted ice. "Think of the fluids secreted, ejaculated and excreted into that mess."

"So boss, why did they call us in, isn't this just a big indecent exposure case?" Estaria asked, still scratching his stubble.

"They want us to look into all this to see what the connection is; we are to report directly to Homeland Security."

"Homeland Fucking Security? They think this is some terrorist thing?"

"Think about it Juan, imagine the disruption they could create say dropping this on the Superbowl. Hell that little boob incident at last year's halftime will seem like Sunday School compared to this."

"Talk about an orgy, eighty thousand naked fans copulating on network TV!" Miller replied.

"Not to mention if it sets off some secondary events, they'll be fucking and sucking in thousands of bars and houses across the country," Estaria replied.

"Imagine all the unplanned pregnancies and damn, the STDs, we could face an epidemic."

"Wow, where do we start boss?" Miller asked.

"I see we have some video cameras here, have you..."

"Security has the tape ready to view in their office."

"Where's that?"

"Follow me," Miller said waddling off toward a service corridor.

After a short walk, they arrived at an unmarked steel door. "This is the back entrance to their office, goes directly into the control room," Miller said, turning the knob. "Locked, I told them to leave it open for us. Juan, you still have that pass key they gave us?"

"Sure," he said, unlocking the door.

Stepping into the dark room, the first thing they saw was a large screen showing the action that took place in the ice rink. It appeared that between eighty and a hundred people were involved in a massive orgy. Stepping further into the room, they stumbled over two of the security guards still locked in a coital embrace.

"What the..."

At the sight of the detectives, the couple quickly disengaged and ducked into the nearest room. Almost immediately the detectives heard the noise of the couple finishing their act.

"Christine, do you know how to operate this equipment?" Johnson asked.

Miller replied, "Oh yeah, easy stuff."

The large screen suddenly went black and they heard the whirring of the tape rewinding. Several smaller monitors showed real-time shots throughout the mall, including a shot of the couple fucking in the other room. Watching them, Johnson felt his cock begin to harden, and looking at his two fellow detectives he noticed them staring at the action. Reaching out to turn off the monitor, he heard the video tape stop and he shifted his attention ...


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