I had one more blackstreetbbw story to tell here on this blog for now, so I figured I should get to telling it before I get to putting it off. I’ve been posting so much text lately, so it’s appropriate that I get the textiest post on my plate off now, near the other long passages of candid camera adventures stories and dumb rants.
Don’t let all my talking here get you thinking I’ve forsaken the site this blog’s all about, because blackstreetbbw’s still updating now
I wanted March 2009 to see a post every day on this blog. I wanted March ’09 to have 31 posts. I really did. But not more than that! I don’t like more than one post per day on a blog. I do like playing around with the posting date feature WordPressed introduced a little while back, but a while after this thicky blog was first created. So glad I did it. I was right about to get to the 30th March post when stupid ShareAPic deleted my picture account, killing it and ruining my mood, ‘tude, and the picture set I was going to post in this post originally, and the Carnival Update post I was going to use to finish up March 2009. Guess I’ll just post this story short, and without the pictures. I know I have to save some of my future stuff for surprises, especially since it takes so long for the future stuff to make it’s way into the blackstreetbbw Member’s bbw video area.
This is just another terrible busting story. It actually happened before the previous, and worst ever, me candid camera getting caught by police/security guards story, so it had a little influence on how that story turned out. Because of this current one, I couldn’t afford to have them call the ‘real’ police on me, since I kind of used up my mercy with the police on today’s story. The stories had a few similarities. I gone in Wal-Mart this time, with some very good footage already on my video card, and was videotaping bbws in secret like I do, and they were just steady coming! So steady, I was in there until my camera’s battery was about to die! Then, just like in the above story, when I tried to leave because I knew my battery’d been on just-about-dead for way too long, I saw one more bbw- well two more, but I had sense enough not to go back into the store for another round when there was another, even better bbw by the door- and that was the fatal last straw. If I’d just had a normal trip out the door I wouldn’t’ve seen her, and you wouldn’t’ve heard her video end with a policeman calling me! Time to go outsied for real now, like it or not.
I held my secret camera out, plain as day, and said “I guess you want to see this?”I already knew what this was about. And if you’ve been reading my video description stories on blackstreetbbw, you’ll already know why. If you haven’t yet, I’ve been bringing hidden cameras into this particular Walmart for three years now (I know blackstreetbbw’s not that old yet, but of course I had to have the footage before I could have the site, right?), and my stealth level there was never perfect. When I had a stealthier secret cam to use on the women, I had low experience, very poor technique and unreliable, poor quality equipment. Now I have better of that stuff, but a much more conspicuous camera, so I still get busted the same- no more. Much more. All together, the staff members there that know me are tired of me, so they often call the police as soon as they see me, which I could also see in the responding police officer’s attitude, because it sounded like this particular officer had been sent off on goose chases to get me at this store for months now. I didn’t remember him, but he remembered me. “Man, I busted you at Target before, remember that?” I remembered, but I didn’t remember his face until he said that. *Sigh*. I guess police officers have to have good memories. Much better than mine. They’re like elephants. I expected things to go like they did at Target (I promise I’ll tell you guys that story, just not today!) but this guy didn’t seem to really want to watch my videos much, so he just looked at one and got to the point.
He told me “I’m tired of coming down here looking for you. If I catch you again I’m gonna charge you with tresspassing and sexual battery. Understand?”, and I’m thinking ‘bullshit. Tresspassing maybe, but sexual battery? He’s just saying that to scare me. I remember when this guy got stopped by a cop who didin’t have a canine, and the guy went and got his greyhound from home and came back with that dog to use as a police dog to get permission to search the man’s car for drugs. Of course, Fido ‘found’ nothing, because he was a pet, not a worker. I’m looking up that crime in VA on the ‘net when I get home!’ He asked me why I do this, but of course I couldn’t give him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so I jsut told him the succinct junior version: “Because it’s fun”. He told me that I’ll end up in jail if I keep doing this, and it won’t be fun then. “… and somebody’ll wanna take a picture of your butt.” “…You need to get a girlfriend…” . Whatever, but I’m not going to jail because I didn’t touch anyone or go up skirts. Even if I did, that’s a felony, but that’s only like, three months in jail thereabouts. And I’m not doing that. I said I didn’t know I couldn’t do that, but he said it is a problem when people are reporting it.
Anyways, we went through the whole patdown warrant check thing and I came up clean as always, so he let me go with the warning that if he caught me again he’d charge me and take my camera. That’s why in the ‘previous’ story (actually happened next chronologically, I accepted the deal I got and deleted the videos and leave, rather than risk seeing this dude again. I’d been hoping that no one I knew saw the incident today, but as I left, I saw this dude I used to work with at a previous job who works at the Wal-Mart now. He walked up to me and smiled and was like “What’s going on? What’d you do?” But I had to cut the conversation short because officer asshole had told me to scram, so I just told him he said beat it and I’d talk to you later.
Then I left. Once I get my new camera, people will go back to not complaining, because they won’t see it. I know they won’t because they very seldom saw my original camera either.