Voyeur Eyes Only

Voyeur Eyes Only

‘The Art of Watching’

‘No panties?’ He said.

‘I never wear panties when I clean your room.’

‘Then you do this often, masturbate in my hotel room while watching people do nasty things through my scope?’

‘I do.’

He slid a finger up inside her and stroked. ‘You know I could have you fired?’ He fingered harder and her eyelids fluttered.

‘But you won’t.’ Her answer was clipped. Her Slavic accent barely detectable. Her voice was emotionless.

He raised an eyebrow. ‘And why not?’

‘If I will agree to fuck you, then you will happily forget the whole incident.’ Her breath hitched slightly and she rocked against his probing fingers, while his other hand went to work on the buttons of her blouse. Only that and her accelerated breathing gave any indication that she was doing more than discussing the sizzling Vegas weather with a hotel guest. ‘Of course it will probably take more than one fuck to pay off my debt, and in future, if I wish to masturbate while looking through your telescope, then we will have to negotiate the price.’

He shoved the blouse off over her shoulders and gave each of her full breasts a cup through her practical cotton sports bra. ‘You have it all figured out, don’t you?’

‘If you would like, I will beg. I know that some men like this.’ She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it fall away. He offered a pleased grunt at the sight of large, dark nipples atop areole that tensed under the heavy air conditioning.

‘There are things I much prefer to making women beg, Sanya.’

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