(This is a continuing story with several chapters to go. Things will heat up considerably in ensuing chapters.)
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After our party with Sharon, I desperately wanted to watch when Simone did her call. I was confident that it would be very hot, but after she had been reprimanded by Alex, she wanted to do her calls alone. I pushed and cajoled, but to no avail. It was always, "Alex said not to allow anyone in my room when I'm doing a call."
It hit me. In her room. "Can I set up a video cam and watch you from my computer. Then I'm not in the room."
"But, then everybody will see it. No way!"
"No, no. I can set it up for password protection and all that. Besides, you'll know where the camera is, and if you want, you can put something over the camera."
I continued to press the advantage.
"But, it doesn't seem fair. You getting to see me and all, but what about me. What do I get out of this?"
"Well, besides getting paid and the pleasure of the verbal tΓͺte-Γ -tΓͺte with your caller, I could set up a video feed from my bedroom to yours, and you can watch me."
She considered my proposal, and slowly a smile crossed her face, "Oh, cool. Done. Can you have it ready by 9PM tonight?"
It was tight, but I was going to do my best. I hit Fry's, bought what I needed, and set her apartment up first. She offered me a joint, but I refrained, knowing I'd need to focus to get the job done and tested in time. I finished the installation at her place by 6PM, and headed home, leaving her to rearrange her computer so that she had a monitor she could see from her bed. I grabbed a burger on the way home and finished the installation at my place about 7:45. Fortunately, mine was easy as I had already linked my laptop to the flat screen TV in my bedroom. Then I called Simone.
I detected nervousness in Simone's voice as soon as she answered. When I asked about it, she admitted to having second thoughts about having the camera installed. As much as she trusted me, she realized that she had just given visual access to her private moments. I reminded her that she could turn it off or remove it any time. Or just cover it with a towel or something similar. She asked if I would be leaving mine on all the time for her to watch. I laughed and admitted that I only intended on letting her watch when we had already planned it in advance, although I could well imagine occasionally turning it on when something wild was happening on the off chance she might be watching.
"Oh, that's actually pretty fair, and yet kinky," she finally admitted. "We each control when we can be watched, but the other person might be watching at any time, and we might not know it. But, how do I know you're not recording it?"
"You don't, but neither do I. We just have to trust each other on that one. And I will promise to never record you without prior permission. And I expect the same. Besides, Rita would kill me if I ever violated your trust, and I'm not going there."
"Okay, you're right" she said. "Now I guess it is up to my client."
"Well, first, we gotta test the equipment."
"Oh, yeah."
We tested the equipment, set up the passwords, and then took some time to adjust focus and zoom for the best enjoyment. Each of us took note on where to lie to provide the best view. We finished the setup and testing with a few minutes to spare. I hung up with Simone promising to text me when the caller came on.
I relaxed with a joint and a scotch. Well, it wasn't exactly relaxing, with the boner in my lounging pants awaiting the show. I was pretty enthused with this call, as much as Simone had truly enjoyed her massage. There was no doubt that she was going to give the client one hell of a call. Time dragged. By 9:30PM, she hadn't texted me, so I went ahead and turned on the cam to see what was happening. When the picture appeared on my screen, I saw Simone lying on the bed reading. She was wearing one of her sexy wraps that she had been wearing for her calls. Enough material to tease her skin as it rubbed against her sensitive flesh, yet not enough to hider her beautiful body from the gaze of anyone around her; like Anna and me.
It was clear that she was not on the phone. I zoomed in and found her reading a Cosmopolitan. While her right hand held the magazine, her right hand idly played with her tits. I was wondering whether or not she had already had the call or was still waiting. I watched her for another few minutes, trying to be patient, before my curiosity got the best of me. So I texted her, asking her what was going on. It was eerie watching her retrieve her phone and read my message. I watched as she read it, and then typed a reply. It only took a second or two before my phone indicated a response. She replied, "No call yet??"