Red Briar
Chapter Three
By: [Bubbles] & Seeker
Over the next two weeks, Clint stalked Bailey three times. Timing his outings so he was waiting for her at the destination. He had enough algorithms recording nearly every conversation that she had, that it became exceedingly easy to work his schedule around hers.
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“Dad please, c’mon it’s gonna be a girls’ day.” Bailey objected.
“Did I miss something? Isn’t Olivia,” Charlie started, leaning in and whispering for dramatic effect, “a girl?”
Bailey sighed, sitting back in her father’s passenger seat, arms folded, defeated by her own short-sighted logic. “Mom isn’t going to like this.” Bailey said allowing her words to float in the air between the two for the remainder of the ride to the mall.
As Charlie pulled up the curb near the food court entrance, he was greeted by two stern and dismayed glares from his ex-wife and current girlfriend. Bailey quickly read the temperature of the situation and scoffed, “you didn’t tell Olivia that mom was gonna be here, did you?”
A long and panicked “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” rolled from Charlie’s mouth as he came to a stop. Olivia stood with her hands on her hips, glaring in through the passenger window burning a hole into the side of Charlie’s head. Olivia who had not stopped tapping her foot for 5 minutes as they waited, had her arms crossed and was too furious to look at Charlie without beating him within an inch of his life.
“If you love me, you won’t make me do this!” Bailey said, knowing she’s about to spend the next 3-4 hours literally between two people who genuinely hate each other.
“It’s not too late, we could just pretend we never saw them…and move…to Europe? I’ve always wanted to try falafel!” she said knowing that giving up her life in America would be easier than what was about to happen.
“Falafel is from the middle east” he says as he timidly waves, forcing Olivia to simply glare with greater intensity. “Besides, I think I’ll end up paying for this far more than you will.”
It took Bailey a moment to realize that comment’s overt meaning as a reference to her father’s sex life. “Eeeew. Dad, gross.” She replies, opening the door and climbing out.
“Love you B.B.” he responded
Bailey returned his sweetness with a glare to match her mother’s. Charlie rolled down the window, “Liv? Babe see you at home later, I lo-”
As Bailey passed Olivia, she made her feelings even clearer giving Charlie the classic one-finger salute before turning to catch up with Miranda and Bailey.
The text messages had been very clear, so Clint was more than a little surprised when Bailey showed up at the mall with her mother and Olivia. The watchful gaze of two parental figures would have made stalking the otherwise aloof teenager difficult. However, their combative dynamic proved to work in his advantage and was easy to overcome.
The food court was bustling with activity on a Saturday afternoon. Clint spent his first hour there just people watching, tweens on dates, families out shopping, high school boys causing trouble, it all felt so normal, and he couldn’t identify with any of it. He never really understood the appeal of the mall. The advent of home shopping and Amazon was practically made for the socially awkward to avoid situations like this.
Clint anxiously checked his phone, his eyes occasionally peering up at the entrance that Bailey told her mother she would meet her at. He’d taken a fair amount of effort to alter his appearance from the last time she’d seen him. He’d gotten a haircut the day before, shaved his paltry excuse for a beard, threw on a baseball cap, different glasses, and a windbreaker. As he saw her step out of the car his heart skipped a beat and his cock responded almost instantly. The leggings she wore were like a second skin, accentuating her bubble butt all the more. Her legs tested the tensile strength of the fabric with each step as shifted to her tiptoes to hug her mother. The flimsy little crop top around her shoulders crept up just a bit more revealing some of her midriff. She wasn’t as toned as the other girls on the team, but Clint couldn't have cared less. Her body type would have certainly veered toward short and chubby if not for her love of athletics, which instead gave birth to a powerhouse thick thighed teen goddess.
As the three of them passed, Clint utilized all of his will power to not follow Bailey’s ass with his eyes. Her long blonde hair had been braided around the sides and pulled back into a high ponytail. She wore very little makeup, which made her all the more appealing to Clint for her natural beauty.
Clint had begun to resent Trish more and more for the excessive amounts of time she spent getting ready, especially when the results were…well they were not Bailey. He quickly got up from his chair after they passed disposing of the remainder of his food and followed them all at a safe distance. Just at a glance, he could see why Charlie had made the decisions he did in his love life. The respective clothing choices spoke volumes about each woman. Miranda mirrored Bailey’s athleisure attire, just your prototypical hippy soccer mom with her hair in a top knot and a Starbucks cup in her hand. Olivia however had clearly gotten a taste for the finer things in life and wasn’t letting them go, or so said her Gucci clutch, with 4” black heels and mid-thigh Fendi skirt accentuating her shapely legs.
Clint chuckled as the wandering eyes of men whom they passed frequently glanced backward to take in what Olivia was putting out. Miranda drew her fair share of onlookers as well but most of them were clearly older men who were there with their less optically appealing wives. As they made their way into Lululemon, Bailey bounced around the store gleefully grabbing a few things here and there. Clint's entrance went largely unnoticed by the staff, an overweight 30-something wasn't high on their list of shoppers. His eyes peered from across the store as Bailey pulled a particularly low-cut top from the rack her mother immediately spoke up.
“I don’t think so, put it back,” she said glancing up from her cell phone.
Bailey’s face rankled as her mother motioned for her to place it back, “Actually,” Olivia stated, “I think I like that top a lot, maybe I’ll buy it,” she says moving in to take the top from Bailey with a wink. “Yea I have the perfect skirt to go with this.”
“I’m sure you do,” Miranda mutters under her breath as she looks at Olivia disgusted that this was what she chose to wear to the mall. Miranda despised Olivia's constant need for attention and what she was willing to do to get it. Ultimately, it set a bad example for Bailey, which she simply couldn't abide.
Olivia pays her little attention as she lobbies for Bailey’s affection, “what do you think Bay, the white or the blue?”
Panic shown across Bailey’s face as her mother scowled at Olivia, it was beyond obvious what was happening and Bailey wanted no part of it, luckily she was rescued as one of the employees walked up to her, “Miss, did you need a fitting r-”
“Absolutely,” Bailey says not letting her finish her sentence as she rushed off toward the fitting rooms.
Clint hung back for a bit, meandering around the men’s section, glancing at all the ridiculously overpriced pants and tops, working his way close enough to Olivia and
Miranda to hear their passive-aggressive fight continue in the corner of the store. He’d picked up a few things he had no intention of purchasing and made his way back to the fitting rooms.
"Bay?" Miranda snaps, lamenting that Olivia would use her nickname.
"Fuck off," Olivia promptly replies as she continues shopping.
The names were conveniently written on the doors by the employees as he waited still tooling around until the fitting room next to Bailey opened up. “I’ll take a room,” he says in a voice that had been altered for no apparent reason. The young lady in the fitting station happily obliged, taking his items and placing him into the room adjacent Bailey.
“What’s your name sir,” she asked. Charlie froze, he hadn’t thought this all the way through. “Umm Burt” he blurted out. She wrote his name on the boards. Once inside the changing cubicle, Charlie’s heart began pounding out of his chest, knowing that only inches away was a half-naked Bailey who was blissfully unaware of his presence. A 7” clearing between the floor and the walls connecting their changing rooms gave him a small glimpse into her changing room floor. Her little toes were painted a bright pink and wiggled as she squirmed her way into a new pair of leggings.
This time Clint had come prepared. He’d installed a micro camera in his jacket pocket, the scope almost invisibly poking out through the material and connecting to his phone. He casually dropped his jacket to the floor, with the spy scope pointed upwards into Bailey’s change room. Flicking on his phone he couldn’t help grinning as an image of Bailey’s wriggling panty-clad butt came into view. She bounced and wiggled, determined to pulled the tights over her muscular thighs.
Over the next five minutes, he enjoyed her firm young body on film, as she stripped and tried on a number of outfits. Throughout the show, he couldn’t believe his luck at being right next to the beautiful teen, while she was changing. He imagined that she was putting on a show, just for him. That he could just reach out and fondle her smooth skin. Her thighs, her stomach and her tits were perfection. His cock was rigidly at attention throughout the spectacle watched and captured on his phone. But that was not all, his heart raced with excitement, the fear of being caught and the tantalizing sight colliding to cause a pounding in his throat so he could almost taste the metallic taste catching with every shallow breath.
At one stage he thought his heart might stop as Bailey removed her bra to try on a green spaghetti strap top, adjusting her boobs to fit into its tight confines. As she stripped it back off and stood there in her almost naked glory, tight white panties the only item of clothing she had on, she looked in the mirror pouted and squeezed her breasts together. His free hand fumbled as he unzipped his pants and freed his rigid cock. He couldn't take much more of her teasing and slowly began to massage himself as he watched her bouncing ass.
Bailey couldn’t help but imagine how much better clothing would fit if she didn’t have such wide hips and tiny tits. She repeatedly spun in an attempt to find an angle that gave her a modicum of confidence about her body.
Seeing her like this, only a couple of feet away was a dream come true. On the spur of the moment, Clint dropped a clothes hanger, intentionally nudging it through the gap. He got exactly what he wanted as Bailey bent down to push it back, her tits hanging like small cones with small pink tips from her small chest coming towards him, ending with her fresh innocent expression in a close up looking directly but unwittingly into his spy cam.
And then it was on to the next outfit, wriggling, pouting, looking over her shoulder to see how it accentuated her posterior assets. A parade of innocent girlish moves made sultry by his imagination, this was a show, just for him.
“Bailey? what’s taking so long?” Miranda’s voice echoing through the change rooms. “everything okay?”
“Sure, Mum.” Bailey’s hurried response, as she finished a text and put the phone down, dressed only in her t-shirt and panties. “Be there in a minute.”
Clint waited for a little while after Bailey had left her changing room before he exited and made his way from the store, a massive smile on his face despite not having bought anything. He sat nonchalantly on a bench outside the store, continuing to film as Bailey’s mother paid for everything except the low-cut top Bailey had her eye on. Olivia, who never missed an opportunity to make in-roads with Bailey quickly purchased the top and handed it to Bailey much to Miranda’s dismay as they were leaving.
Clint got up to follow them, hoping he might get another close encounter with Bailey putting on a show for him, but then quickly sat back down as the three ladies entered Victoria’s Secret store.
He struggled to catch his breath as he watched. They each doodled around and picked put panties that speak clearly to each of them. Miranda grabbed a traditional bikini cut in cotton, Olivia a black lace thong. Clint struggled to see at first then he repositioned to a different bench. His jaw nearly hit the floor as even from the hall he could see Bailey hold up a skimpy pair of black lace panties. His brain provided the explicit fantasy of him sliding those same panties aside to penetrate his little angel from behind.
His mouth got dry and his cock jumped, thinking about her wearing the sexy underwear just for him. Then his heart began pounding, he suddenly became hyper-aware of how many people were around him. Hoping no one had noticed him ogling the young girl, he pulled his baseball cap down feeling oddly exposed. But he continued to glance occasionally at Bailey who bounced delightedly around the store trying to pick out new lingerie. Each of them left with a bag from VS and Clint couldn’t wait to pull up each of their cameras tonight to find out exactly what they had bought. He followed them to the exit watching as three of the nicest asses he’s ever seen disappear into the parking lot.
As they all left the mall Clint glanced down at his watch. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself as he realized that he’d spent nearly 3 hours trailing Bailey from store to store and was supposed to meet Trish half an hour earlier for lunch. Explaining this one might be difficult.
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“Where the fuck’ve you been.” Trish snarled as he slipped into the quiet corner booth she’d chosen for their special lunch. “I’ve bee...”
“Shhhhhhh…” Clint interrupted. “I’m here now!”
“Buuu….” She tried to counter.
“Don’t start.” Clint growled. “I was out choosing this for you.” He slipped a long thin black box tied with a red ribbon. Taking her hand, he placed the box in her upturned palm. “Go on. Open it.”
Trish looked at him, puzzled and then down at the box. “What have you done?” The question accompanied by a beaming smile as she pulled the ribbon and opened the box to reveal a silver necklace with a whale tail pendant. She gasped “I love it. Thank you. . . Thank you. It’ll go so well with my hair.” Jumping up she gave him a huge hug and a sensual kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth in her exuberance. Her blonde shoulder-length dirty blond hair falling around her face. When she smiled, her eyes and her sort of pretty face lit up. Her short denim skirt rode up exposing an expanse of thigh, while her lowcut blouse revealed her milky soft cleavage. Having spent the previous few hours getting hornier and hornier watching Bailey, Clint couldn’t resist and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until his finger brushed her panty-clad pussy.
“I know how you can thank me.” He smirked, looking her in the eyes as they dilated in panic as she understood his intent.
The waitress chose that moment to come over to take their order, so Clint pulled Trish closer to him in the booth, allowing his hand to weave its way between her legs and stopping over her crotch. Trish blushed crimson as he casually groped her inner thigh while ordering two burgers, fries and beers. The waitress studiously ignored his wandering hand, but she could not overlook the smug expression he made at her or Trish’s awkward downcast eyes. She left in a huff with a shake of her head.
“Please stop, Clint. You’re embarrassing me.” Trish pleaded, although hadn’t tried to move.
“Don't pretend you love it, you little slut.” He pushed his finger into the damp material over her slit. “I can feel it. You’re sopping. Your pussy never lies.” This was a game he played with Trish, and not one she particularly enjoyed. It had become commonplace to force her to engage in sex in public whether she wanted to or not. It had started innocently with him grabbing her ass and then finding that it made her irrepressibly horny. Over time he realized that she became incredibly aroused with very little effort on his part. Her increasing humiliation and fear of exposure simply added to his pleasure. Of course like everything in his life, Clint pushed it well past the point of safety as it played into his own control fantasies. Making her do things sexually in public that she didn’t want to do, always with the chance that they would be discovered and increasingly more humiliating each time.
“Nooooo. . . please stop Clint.” She panted as he fingers her, his finger having slipped under the gusset of her silky panties.
“Under the table. . . Now.” Clint grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her head down until it was at his crotch. Knowing that he would not be deterred, Trish defeatedly slunk onto her knees under the tablecloth. Clint had fished his steel rod from his pants by the time she was kneeling obediently between his legs. His
hand had not left her neck and he mashed her face into his groin until he felt her soft warm mouth envelop the end, tongue flicking the glans just the way he liked.
When they had met a few years before, Clint hadn’t had a girlfriend. Spending his early twenties involuntarily celibate, an awkward man spending his time with his computer rather than live people. Trish had made the first move, finding the slightly gawky geek appealing. The thought of getting laid brought him out of himself and forced him to overcome his inherent self-centeredness. Accommodating someone else in a relationship took its toll, but the sex was worth it at first. And then when he discovered the power he had over Trish, these public humiliations made him feel better about the compromises he felt he had to make for her.
Trish worked hard, bobbing desperately, realizing that the only way to stop this ordeal was to make him cum. She used every trick she knew and her familiarity with his manhood and what he liked to bring him to climax. It didn’t take long for him to finish, but mostly due the image of Bailey under his control and kneeling under a table sucking him off. Her cute face, flushed with shame and arousal, green eyes tearing with his girth thrusting to the back of her throat. At that moment, he subconsciously realized that he would have to have Bailey and would do whatever it took to make that image a reality.
He looked over towards the waitress with a look of complacent triumph as he unloaded into Trish’s hungry mouth, feeling her swallow and suck him clean as he had taught her. Despite her mortification, she allowed a single drop of cum to pool at the corner of her mouth and hang there as a ‘badge of honour’, or so he had called it the first time he’d made her wear her shame for all to see. The waitress frowned back at him and then turned away in disgust as Trish made her way back out from under the table, wiping her mouth on her napkin and trying to straighten her disheveled hair. Apart from the waitress’ ill-concealed disapproval and Trish’s resulting mortification, the meal was great. Clint paid without leaving a tip, sneering at the waitress as if that was a grand victory.
The show of affection with the necklace and the thorough fucking he gave his hot and bothered girlfriend when they got home, bought him enough goodwill to disappear for a few hours the next day without question. He took that opportunity to spend some time getting in touch with nature at the state botanical gardens. This was a bit of a surprise for Trish who hadn’t known Clint to care much about nature or the outdoors, but as Bailey and Charlotte had planned a secret date there, he felt compelled to investigate.
He arrived sometime after them but used Bailey’s cell to pinpoint her location in the massive area. He quickly caught up to them and smirked from a distance, wishing he could somehow get closer. They were actually quite cute together, chatting in hushed tones, giggling demurely and occasionally holding hands. Hidden behind his dark glasses and cap he felt confident enough to actually speak to her. He continually positioned and repositioned himself near various exits hoping that they would have to walk past him. He fiddled with his phone, filming them throughout the botanical gardens being far too close for just friends, any time he received a suspicious look from the other patrons, he diverted his phone towards the lush greenery around him.
Finally, he saw them making their way to the exit. They giggled as they finished the desert portion of the gardens. There was only one exit out and Clint stood like a sentry pretending to be overly infatuated with a cactus display. “It’s beautiful in here, isn’t it, girls?” he said softly as they passed. They glanced at him, hardly giving him the time of day. Charlotte responded kindly, “Yea its really nice.” Bailey quickly released Charlotte’s hand as attention was brought to them. She nodded bashfully and only added an “mhmm.” A puzzled look crossed her face, as if trying to place him. Like she’d seen him before but couldn’t remember where.
Charlotte had not missed the quick release of her hand as someone spoke to them. Her mind began to race wondering if maybe she’d misread the situation. She thought her interest in Bailey was fairly obvious but maybe she’d been a bit obtuse in her approach. They continued into the rainforest exhibit quietly. The joviality now subdued as Bailey tried to place the face that she swore she seen before and Charlotte struggled with understanding exactly what there was between her and Bailey.
They missed half of the exhibit as they both dwelt silently in their own worlds, working through their respective curiosities in their heads.
They strolled leisurely until they reached a waterfall, providing a rare moment of privacy in the massive gardens as the waterfall occludes the view of anyone behind it. Charlotte’s mind was a whirling dervish of possibility and finally she exploded.
“I like you,” the comment bursts from Charlotte like a missile. “And not like I like you as a friend, I mean I do, you’re great but I like you, ya know. Like really like you, I mean I think about you, probably too much, like almost all the time. And I totally get if you don’t like me because I mean I’m weird, ya know, and super awkward, I totally would get it, and you’re like you with the volleyball and student government and the straight A’s. You’re like perfect at everything which just makes me more nervous because I’m ya know like with the spikey hair and eclectic tastes and the retro camera, like who still has one of these things,” she says holding up the SLR Nikon her father gave her. “I just would totally get if you don’t feel the same. I mean how could you, you’re on my mind like all the time, like literally, like when I wake up, and like at class, at home, when I…” Charlotte finally takes a breath as she looks down at a stunned Bailey. “Oh God I was rambling, I ramble when I get nervous and you make me very nervous because well, ya know like all the stuff I just said, like about how awesome you are, and you haven’t said anything which should totally be a sign I knew this was a bad idea this is gonna make things like totally weird now and-”
Bailey’s instincts took over as she reached up grabbing Charlotte’s face and pulling her into a deep kiss. They both inhaled before relaxing for just a second before the sensual nature of the moment took over. Charlotte stood nearly a head above Bailey who was brought to her tiptoes and their tongues twist inside each other’s mouths, Charlottes hands explored a body she’d spent months thinking about touching. Finally, they pull away both having forgotten to breathe and gasping for air. Feeling like a bolt of lightning was between them. “I like you too,” Bailey says turning a deep red as she’s never allowed herself to say that aloud. “By the way, you say ‘like’ a LOT when you get nervous, it’s like, cute.”
Stationed behind a tree towards one side of the grotto Clint was a chaos of emotions. He had captured the entire scene on his camera, from Charlotte’s earnest declaration to Bailey’s eager response. Starting with jealousy, of this other girl who was kissing his Bailey, right in front of him. At Bailey’s instigation. It was meant to be him that she was kissing, not a girl. But then he realized that it would have been worse if it was a boy, a competitor. Then he felt his cock stir as he watched the two girls make out. And for a second, he wondered what it would be like to have them both, entertaining him with their erotic foreplay before both pleasuring him. Which led to satisfaction as his devious mind realized the evidence he had gained. Possibly enough to manipulate Bailey if not the eclectic little dyke. As his thoughts and fantasies collided a bulge grew in his pants, becoming uncomfortable with its hardness. So much so that he worried that there maybe someone else around and had to stick his hand in his pocket to hide it, as he drifted behind the girls on their way out of the gardens.
As Bailey climbed in her father’s car, they waved goodbye to each other and she sat back with a beaming smile on her face. “You’re happy,” her father chimed in sweetly.
It wasn’t until she realized that she can’t tell him why, that the magnitude of the event hit her. They hadn’t really discussed how this would work. With Charlotte being out and proud and Bailey still very much buried in the closet, and with the added pressure of them both attending a Catholic school that frowned upon “engaging in a degenerate lifestyle” such a relationship would get Bailey removed from all school activities and possibly sent to the reorientation class. They’d long stopped using that title for it now it was something much more flowery like ‘Sexual purity camp,’ but each year pretty much all the participants were members of the school’s LGBT community. She sighed as they drove away, all of that was for another day. Today, she felt that she’d finally got to be herself for once.
Clint trailed behind Charlotte once Bailey left, gathering as much information on her as he could glean never knowing when the extra details about Bailey’s crush would be useful.
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A few days later, Clint found himself thoroughly preoccupied. He’d been unable to focus all day at work. Following another unsatisfying night in the bedroom with Trish he couldn’t stop thinking about Bailey. Most of his day was spent on her Instagram and reading her texts with Charlotte about what they were going to do over the weekend. By lunch he was so distracted that he simply ‘went home sick’.
As he walked out of the office, he could only think of the one thing that might make him feel better. The thing that he had prepared the night before. Forty minutes later his Audi pulled up at the practice court of Grandview Middle School. He’d invested in a long zoom lens for his camera, and the heavily tinted windows provided the perfect cover.
On Wednesday the volleyball team did conditioning outside which gave Clint the rare opportunity to enjoy Bailey in public, albeit from about 60 yards away. He took his time scanning the field for her. Bringing her little physique into focus as she darted about the field with intensity. Prancing around so innocently and so intently focused on the task at hand, Clint admired her passion as well as the particularly fitted training kit she was in. His afternoon would have been complete there, but as his obsession grew, his need for invading privacy grew as well.
Waiting until all the girls had showered and left for the day, he got out of the car and walked towards the girls’ locker room. He used his security training and equipment to pick the lock and let himself in through a utility door. Walking to the showers, he reached up pulling off the cover of a nearby smoke detector and retrieved the high-resolution thumb camera he’d planted the day before. The fisheye lens he placed on it not only gave him a view into the showers but also pointed at Bailey’s locker.
Now he had motivation to go home. Glancing at his watch it was only 5:15, Trish had yoga tonight, so he’d have the house to himself for a while. The drive usually took 30 minutes but he had things to do, so he made it in 20.
He dropped his things by the door and headed to his office popping in the thumb drive, he felt like he’d struck gold. Close ups of Bailey stripping before wrapping herself in a towel to go and shower. As she returned, her naked body displayed in all its high definition glory as she dried herself. Wiping under her pert tits and then rubbing over her hardened nipples as if enjoying the feeling of the rough towel on her sensitive buds. And then a couple of times between her legs. Clint wasted no time pulling himself from his pants as he watched Bailey dry herself, he slowly began stroking. His eyes intently locked onto the screen. Watching her slip her clean panties up her firm thighs and slip her sports bra over her head was almost as erotic as the earlier strip. There were other naked girls in the footage, but in Clint’s mind, none held a torch to his girl. He came twice as he kept the video on a loop each time until he’d climaxed.
He laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. He needed more. This was no longer cutting it. He needed to be able to have her on his terms. But how?
Up until this point it had all be fairly innocuous, or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. If she never found out about it all, then she would never feel hurt. But if her, or anyone for that matter ever discovered his growing fixation with a middle school volleyball player, well, that’s when the talks of jailtime would start. So, he had to be smart about it. Whatever he did, he’d have to ensure he had both full control and absolute deniability.
There was only one thing to do. He arrived at work early the next day and for the first time in weeks spent the entire morning being productive. He’d gotten through almost 3 days’ work by 3 pm which cleared him up to begin the real work. He’d spent some of his weekend manufacturing a ‘malfunction’ at Charlie’s house and ensured that he was available for the call-out. ‘Fixing’ the problem allowed him to get a more up-close look at Bailey’s life.
His heart raced as he changed into the navy-blue uniforms the tech guys wore in the back of the maintenance van. Was he really going to do this? He peered from the back window of the van. Her father was loaded and had spent years managing a hedge fund that was making a killing. Thus, the expensive clothes and private catholic prep schools.
**DING DONG**
As Olivia opened the door Clint smiled and introduced himself. She was as vapid and air-headed as she appeared on camera. She’d given up her day job when her and Charlie got serious, instead opting to be a stay-at-home-stepmom. Which basically included lattes with her friends, country club day drinking and far too much shopping.
She was on the phone as he entered, “Hi, I’m from Red Briar Security, we got a call about. . .”
She waved him off halfway through the speech he’d been practicing all morning. She walked away towards the kitchen carrying on what sounded like a very important
conversation regarding a pair of heels.
“It literally can’t be this easy.” Clint muttered to himself as he stood alone in the massive foyer. But apparently it was. He set down his toolkit and began exploring the house. He knew his way around fairly well given that he’d spent so much time viewing it from his computer screen. However, there were a few dead spots, the bedrooms, bathrooms, and a couple of hallways had blind corners and that just wouldn’t do.
An hour passed as he weaved in and out of rooms adding their standard home security cameras as well as 6 more hidden cameras in Bailey’s room, bathroom and shower. He was still installing a few more in their rec room quietly when. . .
“Hey!” Olivia chimed in startling him half to death. He’d almost forgotten she was there.
“Ummm, yea. Yes? Miss?” He stammered.
“I’m going out, here’s the key. Lockup when you’re done and put the key under the mat at the front door. Clint stared back at her gob smacked.
“You’re leaving?” he asked in near disbelief.
“Yea?” she replied almost petulantly, “I mean, you’re security right? So like no one is gonna break in while you’re here.” Her logic was astounding.
“That’s true,” Clint said, chuckling inside at the absurdity of it all, “I’ll lock up,” he responded.
With that Olivia returned the phone to her ear, dropped the keys on the table next to him and vacated the room.
He didn’t even take a second thought, as he climbed down from the ladder he was working on and ran full speed towards Bailey’s bedroom. He’d had to be careful previously when installing the hidden equipment. It would be hard to explain why a security company had installed a camera in the shower of a 13-yr old, although with someone as dumb as Olivia was, he could probably have talked his way out of it.
Now he had free reign. And he was intent to use it. He started with her closet, looking through her clothes and taking pictures of some of the items that caught his eye. Exploring the contents of some of the boxes pushed to the back, full of dolls and girlish toys that no teenage girl would acknowledge. But obviously with enough sentimental value that they hadn’t been thrown away. As well as a lacrosse stick and a plastic recorder, the paraphernalia of sports and music since discontinued. And then on to ‘nirvana’ in the form of Bailey’s chest of drawers, starting with her panties and bras.
He went through every single pair, rubbing them and imagining them molding on Bailey’s firm ass and pulling up snugly into her hairless crotch. Or cupping her pert tits, like his hands would love to do. They were mostly colorful girl underwear, not designed to be sexy but rather pretty and functional, bikini and boyshorts style with stripes, patterns, and cute little bows with simple matching bras not needing to hold up mature breasts. Except for the few pairs at the back, the lacy lingerie she had bought a couple of days earlier, as well as a couple of flimsy thongs that he had not seen before. Smelling them and rubbing them against his face, he realized he wanted another souvenir. The one black pair he’d seen her buy slipped into his pocket, to enjoy later as he enjoyed watching her cavort about on his laptop.
Just as he was about to leave, he spotted her water bottle, it was brushed metal with the initals B.B. in teal cursive font. Being a fitness freak, she usually carried it around the house constantly. His insane desire to leave something behind finally found its place. He’d spent the last 30 minutes rock hard as he went through her things. With a deviant smirk, he moved to her desk, opening the metal water bottle. Quickly he reached into his pants pulling his cock free and squirted a blob of her expensive fragrant lotion onto his hand. He sat at her desk, quietly jerking as he ran his hand along with the pictures that were on her desk. He had been edging all day just thinking of her, so it was no surprise that after two minutes he was nearing climax. His toes curled in his work boots as his balls contracted, his free hand gripped the water bottle as he exploded four thick streams of cum into the half-full container. With a smile, he tucked himself away, reapplied the lid, and gave the bottle a vigorous shake. A couple of minutes later he was locking the front door, his toolkit on the porch beside him.
“Who are you? What are you doing at my house?” Bailey surprised him as she arrived home early from school. All she could see was the blue overalls and the back of his shaved head.
“Security. Just fixing a glitch.” He mumbled, half turning and looking down to pick up his tools. “You take these. Was supposed to put them under the mat.” Thrusting the keys towards her he glanced at her face briefly, seeing that same puzzled look of vague recognition, before he strode briskly off the porch towards the van. Bailey looked after him, a feeling of disquiet gnawing at her stomach. Had he been to the house before to fix the security, or was it something else?
