Chapter 8

Still, my plans for that night was not over. I reached for another small bag after Nancy left my room, revealing a bunch of small cameras. I went upstairs, and a couple minutes later, they were hidden in various corners of the room, giving me a continuous feed of the living room. It was a decision I reached after my last encounter with Nicole, where I carried her naked through the living room without knowing whether someone was there.

I returned the room and turned on my phone, checking the visuals to see everything was working perfectly. High-definition visuals of the living room told me that it was. Just as I was about to turn off the phone and go to sleep, however, I caught a movement around the stairs. Nancy was walking downstairs, dressed in her usual revealingly casual sleepwear.

There was a smirk on my face as I continued watching, remembering the last time when I almost caught her in a very compromising state. Her sneaky walk, and the occasional fearful glances she sent towards the door, all suggested that the following minutes were going to be interesting.

I pulled my shaft from its confines as she turned on the TV, and the scenes from an erotic movie filled the screen. Her hand slid inside her deficient shorts, her face alight with the first scraps of pleasure, still glancing towards my door often, as the risk of being caught pushing her even deeper on the road of pleasure. Scraps that built-up quickly to a roaring inferno in seconds, telling me that, for all of her complaints, she enjoyed being in front of the camera, deficiently dressed, as much as I enjoyed staying behind, recording that sights.

Her other hand found her breasts, but unfortunately, slid under her shirt, depriving me of an interesting sight. Another disappointing dimension, her hands quickened in their rhythm, and soon, she started shuddering, well before I could even bring myself to climax. Still, having a recording of her, frantically masturbating after a session was a sufficient reward. I watched as she stumbled forward on the stairs she walked down just minutes earlier, her alertness long forgotten.

My tenancy got even more fun.

I went through my plan for the day during the morning shower. Yesterday I had ended up dedicating my attention to the daughters due to a range of coincidences, giving Nicole with an unintentional breathing space. Now, it was the time to focus on Nicole once more before she could come in terms with the latest events. Still, in a way, the break had been a fortuitous event. It allowed her to endlessly think about the way she surrendered under my touch, or at least, I assumed she did. I certainly thought about her a lot.

With that in mind, I walked upstairs, and took a seat in the corner, where I could watch the stairs comfortably while staying concealed from anyone that was checking the room from the upstairs. It was likely that Nicole would try to avoid meeting, so I decided to preemptively ambush her.

I had to wait twenty minutes before I heard the first footsteps on the stairs. Nicole, I guessed, because neither Nancy nor Katie had a reason to stop every few steps, like they were checking the surroundings to avoid a particular someone. I stood up, and started walking towards the stairs, so that I can 'accidentally' run at her.

She was already at the bottom of the stairs when she realized she wasn't alone. She actually yelped in surprise when she noticed me, looking ready to run back upstairs. "Good morning, Nicole," I said cheerfully like it was a completely ordinary encounter between a quest and a homeowner.

"Morning, Stephen," she answered, trying grab my offer of acting normal as her lifeline. She attempted to sound casual, but it came out as a panicked yelp. I ignored it.

"So, where are you going," I asked her, nodding towards the small bag she was carrying alongside her casual clothing.

"I need to go for some grocery shopping," she answered.

I knew it was a bogus issue, as the fridge was mostly full. She was trying to get away from the house in an attempt to avoid what had happened between us. "Perfect, since I don't have anything to do, I can come with you for help."

It wasn't hard to see that it was the last thing she wanted in her need to keep the distance. "You don't need to bother. I'm sure you have a busy schedule. I can handle it myself," she said.

"I insist. That's the least I can do for a kind hostess like you," I said and started walking before she could say anything else and left the house. When she walked out of the front door a minute later, I was already at the driver's seat, the passenger side open invitingly. An assertive woman would have ignored the forced invitation, but then again, she wouldn't be in her current position if she had been remotely assertive.

Next two hours passed amusingly. For me, at least. She was tense, expecting me to start pushing her any moment with innuendos, or even explicitly lewd comments, which made my decision to act like a true gentleman for the expedition quite fun, watching her confused expression as she started to doubt her recollections of the events that happened in her bedroom under my behavior. I could almost hear her thoughts as she asked herself whether her memories were real, or just her imagination.

"By the way," I said with a conversational tone as I finished filling the fridge as she put the non-perishables to the shelves. "We have another shoot for today."

"Umm, I'm not sure I can do it today," she said, her tone equally casual after two relaxing hours we spent together, thinking there wouldn't be any consequences for her rejection. Which was why she looked shocked when I turned towards her with a steely expression.

"We have another shoot today," I repeated verbatim, but this time, my tone allowed no dissent. She looked stricken, caught flat-footed by the sudden change. I said nothing, but kept my gaze firmly on her eyes. A few more seconds passed in silence as she tried to restart her thoughts, but I was familiar with her enough to know that she was horrible at adapting sudden changes.

And I had no intention of allowing her time to process it. I tapped my foot on the ground, signaling my impatience. Her nod was reflexive. "Perfect," I said as I wrapped my arm around her waist, ignoring the way she stiffened as I led her towards the basement.

A fun time awaited us at downstairs.