A Breach Of Security
She is shocked then gets more than she anticipated
This is entirely a work of fiction
It was a Sunday when three men broke into the occupied premises.
It was surprisingly easy but they were well prepared. In fact they had keys and the means to disable the alarm so were in immediately without any fuss.
At the windowless end of a front office the MI6 operative soon found a crude add-on partition containing a locked door. He tried each of the keys hanging on un-numbered hooks before eventually opening the lock but on entering the poky unlit space needed a torch to discover a bank of wall mounted monitors, ten in all, which just left room for an office chair and a small desk containing a control panel.
They already knew that the small industrial unit was leased by a self employed security 'expert' who amongst many legitimate things was also suspected of illegally installing the tiny spy cameras now on the market.
In fact when the man had recently been employed to install a legitimate surveillance system in one of the residential buildings to be used by athletes attending the upcoming International Games he had also taken the opportunity to secrete his own illegal cameras.
Hence the Sunday raid.
These particular cameras were not wired up to the central security control room but instead were wirelessly linked to a control box and aerial hidden away in one of the many pipe ducts. From this aerial a signal could be received several miles away.
Taking the seat the MI6 man switched on the system and after a period to warm up he soon confirmed that this was the control centre for the nefarious operation. He discovered that there were twelve cameras in all, two in each of the ensuite room selected by the voyeur and each covered by a monitor screen.
One camera was fitted with a wide angle lens to cover most of each twin bedded room and he reckoned was probably concealed in the wall mounted TV bracket. The other was tighter focussed to include the bathroom and seemingly fixed to the overhead door closer bracket.
Idly flicking through the channels he not surprisingly saw unoccupied rooms until suddenly his hand on the keyboard was stilled by a moving figure. It was a striking looking female who was clearly a beauty with long lustrous chestnut hair and wearing a pin striped business suit. He watched fascinated as she peered about while speaking into a micro cassette recorder but then lost sight of the woman when she vanished into the bathroom.
He quickly flicked to the correct camera and was in time to see her continuing with what was obviously an inspection.
"Perfect siting." He muttered to himself referring to the camera positions.
Then suddenly he could place the woman appearing on the screen. She was the 'Construction Monitor' who had been employed by the games authority, but being out of her normal high-vis jacket and hard hat it had thrown him for a minute.
What was her name? He consulted his I-pad and found it immediately, 'Felicia Smyth-Brown, BSc, ARICS, Chartered Building Surveyor.'
"Bloody good pair of legs Felicia, and you're working overtime," he said out loud, the sudden sound of his voice filling the tiny space.
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From the accommodation schedule which was spread out before the three people sat around the table on the following morning it was apparent that the rooms with the concealed cameras were adjacent to each other and due to be occupied by female track athletes. However they would not arrive for another couple of weeks.
"I never suspected a thing."
Ms. Smyth-Brown was clearly pissed off after being told of the concealed cameras but the idea of anyone wanking off while watching the female athletes had also caused her a frisson of excitement. Was she disgusted at the idea? Of course she was, but there was also a sexual tingle at the thought of being the one watched. Actually the notion had turned her on enough to moisten the diminutive crutch of her panties.
"Why would you?"
This was her boss the Games Director who then turned to the secret service man.
"What happens now?"
"We need to catch him red handed."
"Then I suggest you liase with Felicia and she can report back to me."
"Okay that's fine by me but it will have to wait until we have checked into his background. Maybe by tomorrow Ms Smyth-Brown and I can have a look at the cameras."
The plain clothes man looked across at Felicia who was miles away in a fantasy of her own and merely shrugged in agreement.
.........
That night Felicia was out drinking with her closest friend but finding it hard to rid her mind of the day's events.
"Wake up 'Licia, you haven't hear a word I've said."
They were alone in a booth with a couple of long cocktails.
"Sorry luv. It's something from work that's got me upset."
"Tell me all?"
"Too complicated and probably not wise to tattle...But I did meet this dishy fella today."
"Ooohhh nice. So what are the chance's of it developing into something?"
"Nil I reckon, but he was very fanciable."
In fact she was still wet at the memory of the day's excitements but if she was honest now more at the recall of the MI6 man's eyes boring into hers. With his boxer's nose spread over his face and his unkempt hair he was never the sort of man who would normally have appealed to Felicia but somehow here was the exception.
Once home, she gave flight to her desires, imagined his hard eyed expression as he fucked her spreadeagled on a bed in one of the camera fitted rooms.
Were they being watched? Of course they were.
She came hard in the shower with the head directing a powerful jet at her clit and later, at the stimulating thought of being watched on TV while some voyeur pulled himself off, Felicia orgasmed even more impressively while humping her pillow.
...........
As a result when the pair met in the entrance of the completed building she was circumspect in her manner, even a touch embarrassed, before he raised a pertinent question.
"We need one of the workmen, did I see a painters van outside the block?"
"Yes. There's a couple of operatives still finishing off items on the snagging list, but why?"
Annoyingly however he answered her question with another.
"Can you get one of them here?"
In lieu of a reply she merely raised her walky-talky and spoke into it. Both heard the squawked reply and it was less than a minute before a white overalled figure appeared in the lobby. Felicia then turned to the MI6 man.
"Over to you."
The detective looked at the operatives name tag before beginning.
"Bill," he stopped momentarily, "can I call you Bill?" The painter merely nodded. "We need your help?"
"Anything for our Felicia."
The MI6 man was momentarily phased by the obvious regard being shown for the woman beside him but recovered to continue.
"Okay, then you will find a security camera mounted on a bracket in the East corridor up on the fifth floor. Please go and give it a clip with your stepladder, enough just to displace the aim but above all make it appear like an accident."
The painter looked from one to the other clearly confused but Felicia soon settled his doubt's.
"It's all above board Bill. You have my okay to do as he asks but then please see that you forget all about this gentleman and his visit."
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