Camilla replaced the bed-sheet that had been drenched in her come from her previous masturbating and put the can of pencils in front of the hidden camera hole. "Don't worry, my voyeur next-door neighbour, I'll let you see more later," she said. Then she went to bed and slept for an hour.
Candice returned at noon with some medicine. She had Camilla take some cough mixture and spray some nasal mist up her nostrils; then Candice made lunch for both of them.
"Sorry I'm late coming back," Candice explained as they ate. "I ran into my boyfriend and had a coffee with him in
Starbucks
. We made plans to get together for the afternoon. I'll be going as soon as we finish eating, but I promise to be back around 5 or 6 PM to check up on you. Are you feeling any better?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me," Camilla said. "The medicine is already working."
After Candice left, Camilla went back into the bedroom and got on the bed. She took the pencil can away from the hole in the wall and noticed the camera move slightly. "Does this guy ever turn it off?" she asked herself of her next-door-voyeur neighbour. "Oh, well: I guess I'll give him another show."
After putting some paper towels on the centre of the bed, she lay on it on her back with her head at the foot of the bed and her legs spread wide apart so her vulva and anus would be visible to the voyeur. She started masturbating.
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Those holes
were
visible to him, indeed. Jim, 42, had the camera move down and zoom in on Camilla's spread, but included her head so that, on his computer screen, he could see her looking straight at the camera as she touched herself.
"I can't believe it," he said to himself. "She wants me to watch!" He unzipped his pants, pulled out his hardening penis and started stroking it.
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Camilla started remembering her first strip show at
Luvlee's
. Those fond memories would be ample fuel for masturbatory fantasy.
On that day, Camilla was eager to display herself, but unsure if the men would like her. None of the men watching her were attractive. She heard a few cheers as she got out of her white T-shirt and pink miniskirt at the end of her first song, 'Single Ladies', by Beyonce. Some more cheers were heard when she removed her pink bra and panties during her second song, Beyonce's 'Sweet Dreams'. She took off her running shoes and socks for her third song, 'Flashing Lights', by Kanye West. A man in his mid-forties came up to sit at the tip rail with a similarly-aged friend of his. He was not all attractive in any conventional sense: somewhat overweight and bald, with all grey for the remaining rim of hair around the sides and rear of his head. He had a bushy grey moustache, and wore a short-sleeved light-blue dress shirt and navy blue dress pants. He smiled at the sight of Camilla's sweet nakedness on the stage.
Encouraged by his smiles, she spread her upraised legs wide open for him (Camilla's spread for Jim was an exact imitation of this spread: both holes in plain view). He rested his head on his left hand and stared with his eyes and mouth wide open in lustful amazement. His friend laughed at his total loss of control, for the bald man could hardly contain his admiration for the delicious beauty she was showing him, and his penis quickly became rock-hard. Though most girls would be annoyed at such a blatant expression of lechery, Camilla was touched by it: thanks to him, her confidence increased tenfold. She assumed he was salivating at the sight of her liquorice vulva, though actually he preferred her brown anus, which looked like pursed lips that wanted to be passionately French-kissed. She lewdly looked back into his eyes while pursing her bright red lips, an appropriate variation on what he saw below. Then she rolled over on all fours and crawled toward the back of the stage, where the mirror showed the man's reflected reaction, which was all lascivious awe at the sight of her still-clearly exposed vulva and anus. She was nervous to know a man wanted her so voraciously, but she was also excited by his ogling; for though he wasn't her first choice for a lover, he was assuredly an available lover. She breathed heavily as she alternately looked at his reflection in the mirror, and turned her head around shyly to look at him directly.
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As Camilla remembered the events of that day in
Luvlee's
, she tickled her hard clitoris with her index finger and massaged her G-spot with her middle finger. She moaned audibly so the microphone that she correctly assumed was in the wall could pick up the sound of her voice. The whole time she had been on her back with her upraised legs spread wide open so Jim could see both anus and vulva. Then she rolled over on all fours as she had been for the bald man in
Luvlee's
, now showing herself off exactly the same way for Jim's camera. Her legs were wide open, and her behind pointed out toward the camera, exposing her vulva and anus. As she continued fingering and stroking her wet vulva, she looked back at the camera with salacious eyes that asked the viewer if she was pleasing him.
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She
