I tried, okay? I tried not to let her presence inside that room take over my mind. As the night went on however, I found myself looking back to when she asked me about those cameras…
I knew that I was only being an over-thinking idiot. I knew that there had been a better reason for her asking me that. And I knew that it was highly unlikely of her being an undercover cop with the intent of bringing my ass behind bars for constantly invading the privacy of other people…
Of course…that didn't mean it wasn't possible. And it wasn't like I was gonna spy on her naked or anything…I hoped anyway. I just wanted to see her again, that was all.
I battled with my own thoughts for a while, but eventually gave in. Fifteen minutes later, and I headed inside the office behind me. I opened my laptop and turned on the tiny cameras. I focused on the cams inside her room, which showed three different angles. One was inside a ventilation shaft opposite the bathroom door. Another was placed inside the bathroom itself, a very small crack in the tiles just below the knob of the shower; I can't even begin to describe how amazing that spot was…
And the last was in a smoke detector on the far-left corner of the ceiling, giving me a pretty good view of the two beds and only window. Which is also where I saw her.
I focused onto that one screen. She was simply lying down, still wearing the same clothes I saw her in, her feet now only covered by white and grey socks. What looked like a pocket book between her two hands, as she raised it in the air while she read it. Her bag hung loosely by the pillar on her bed frame, it was only at this point that I realized she wasn't carrying any sort of luggage with her. It gave off the impression that she might've been one of those Get-away-for-one-day people who liked to stay in different hotels and resorts. But inside a crappy joint like that, I couldn't say it was true.
A few more minutes pass and she continued to read. Eventually, she closed the book she was reading and started hugging it tight to her chest. Her…very bountiful chest. She stared off at space for a while, and even with the crappy quality, I could see the genuine smile on her face before she began to shift her position in bed.
She sat upright not long after and stretched her two arms in the air. I was really impressed at how delicate and ladylike her movements were. I was even more impressed when she got up and started stretching for a little while, her entire body as smooth as a ballerina dancer as she moved. She even did a few twirls at the end…which she sadly failed keeping her balance on.
She's really…really cute I thought to myself. It was strange, I saw a lot of women passing through our motel, both with and without their clothes, but…I never really found them…like her. Cute and adorable, yet with her own set of hotness. They still turned me on, sure, but it was different. She was different.
This newfound attraction of mine actually made me feel less of a pervert, and more along the lines of someone who was actually, dare I say it, in love.
I was suddenly snapped back into reality when I noticed her suddenly reaching for her bag. She opened it and took out what looked like a phone. She held it to her ear and listened intently, soon lying her head back down on the pillows of her bed. Later, I found her suddenly standing up and pacing around the room.
Most of the cams couldn't really pick up too much audio, especially when placed high up like that. I didn't really feel like listening in on her conversation anyway. So I just stared at her, admiring how full of grace her every move went… Okay, I knew that things were getting into a higher level of creep for me, but I just couldn't help it!
Soon enough, she hung up. She stared at the phone in her hands for a little while before letting out a big sigh, as if she was suddenly hit with something that tired her. Placing the phone on the bedside table on her left, she sat back down on the mattress.
I got a little concerned myself. What was she getting worried about? She looked a little sad now too, and again, this somehow got me to feel another emotion I didn't really get to have when using these cameras. Empathy.
I didn't know what she was going through, or what even made her to sleep in a motel like ours for that matter. But seeing her like that…made me wish I was there with her to cheer her up…again, creep levels rising, but I'm not the kind of guy who'd be planning of doing malicious things to people like her.
After a while, she stood back up. A short yawn escaping from her lips before she started to walk out of view. I frantically switched to a different camera and faintly saw her opening the door to the bathroom. She had left the door open, with her currently looking herself in the mirror.
I could see her shoulders go up slightly, before going back down, her head drooping low with her. I really did feel sorry for her, even though I had absolutely no freaking clue on what was happening.
It stayed like that for a moment. Before finally facing back up and taking another big sigh. After that, she took off her beanie, revealing a few curls on the upper parts of her hair as she did.
She laughed to herself a little, before setting her beanie down by the sink. She sat down on the lid of the toilet and began taking off her socks…then her sweater…and eventually, her skirt…
She was down to her underwear before she closed the bathroom door, leaving me with only a few glimpses of what she looked like under her cute outfit.
Even so…
I found myself standing up… But not from my seat.
She oddly wore a pretty old-fashioned white corset that barely reached her waist. Sorta reminded me of what those old show gals of the 40's wore. It was a little out of place… Of course, that didn't mean my jaw hadn't dropped to the floor at the sudden stripping of her clothes.
I instinctively switched to the cam inside the shower. The glass boxing in the shower was very blurry, but I could still make out her silhouette, slowly taking off what was left on her body.
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't blink, I couldn't look away. My heart thumped against my chest like an angry money inside a cage, as I felt the sweat go down my face.
A shrivel of guilt was building up inside of me, especially when my mind flashed back to me lying to her about the rooms having no cameras installed in them. But I'd be lying if I said that it was enough to make me stop…
All those women, all those times I saw people slapping themselves against each other, all of them were NEVER like that. And she wasn't even playing with someone, or herself for that matter!
She made her way to the shower,
And without any other word or sign…
She opened the door, and stepped inside.
I saw her.
By god, I saw her…
My…my thing wasn't up anymore. Compared to what else I felt during those moments, that was just an understatement. In fact, I was pretty sure I was close to pissing my pants…
The cold water of the shower splashed down on her bare and naked skin. Normally, I'd be drooling seeing a girl scrubbing herself in the shower. Especially with someone that had such wonderful anatomy like her…
I probably would've dreamed constantly about how amazing her round and tender breasts that were merely a few centimeters away from the camera…
But what made me have reoccurring nightmares for days on end, was what was below her melons, sliding down to where her bellybutton should have been…
At first, I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, a punishment to every sort of sin of lust that I committed throughout my years as the perverted cameraman working as a clerk inside that dingy hotel. Or maybe it was only makeup, or prosthetics, or just about anything else than what I was really seeing…
But no…I knew it was real… Because it blinked. Even came to a full close when she rubbed soap all over herself.
I had wanted to look away, look away and drink up all the alcohol I can find so that I'll forget about ever seeing this "Laura" or whatever she really was…but like before she got in the shower, I kept looking.
I ended up staring for several minutes. Even after she got out, her silhouette seeming to dry herself off with a towel. I was eventually left alone, staring at that one camera feed, dumbfounded…traumatized…
Somewhere down the line…
I turned it off.
The first few hours of the sun rising soon arrived, me feeling really tired despite having done nothing throughout the whole night. There weren't any late night tenants checking in or out either.
It was only a matter of time before my shift was over, and I had to switch to another employee I could now barely remember the name of. A part of me wanted to leave early, but I knew it wouldn't have changed anything…
I could feel knots forming inside the pit of my stomach… Almost as if it was a reminder to…
She was there again. Halfway down the stairs, wearing the same green sweater, the same blue beanie, the same bag that hung in between her boobs and covered her…stomach.
She greeted me with a warm and cheerful smile, placing the keys to her room on my desk. "Thanks for the room," she said to me. "You were right, it was super comfy! I slept like a baby the entire night, hehe"
"Yeah, yeah…no problem…" I muttered.
Without even looking, I could feel the look of concern she was giving me. "Hey…you alright? You look a little glum" she suddenly asked.
I gave her my best attempt at a smile and told her that I was fine, along with our standard and pretty much fake signs of gratitude of them choosing our motel.
She rummaged through her bag and took out a bright pink and white striped purse. She asked me for how much, and I told her. She handed me the bills, and even without counting them, I could see that she was giving me a tip.
"Keep the change" she said to me. I looked back up at her and she gave me another wink. It still made my heart skip a beat, but the feeling of admiration towards her didn't show.
She soon took off, and that was it. She was gone…
I was never the same after that. Well…I still ran the same job for a little while, and even got back to my habits with the special rooms… I ended up stopping all together though. Every time I saw someone naked in those cams…it only reminded me of her…
Never found the time to dismantle any of the cameras, but I did wiped every single connection on my laptop of them. I didn't care if anyone found out about them, nor if they were able to trace it back to me. It felt like I deserved whatever they had to say once they do.
Any sort of punishment still sounded terrible…but after that whole ordeal, I wished for karma to finally take hold of me…
I still found her to be unbelievably beautiful at least…and honestly, I thought I had a pretty good chance of hooking up with her…
…and I guess that's why I hung onto the piece of paper she slid between the money she gave me.
It had what I assumed was her phone number, and a message on the back. Written in bright pink ink that said:
"Call me if you wanna talk, I'd love to get to know you more!
- Hopper
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