Tristan absently brushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes as leaned over the desk to look at the smoke alarm. "Tell me again why this is worth $1100.00?"
"This is the most advanced hidden surveillance system you can get on the civilian market." The sales person said starting his pitch again. "What makes this so unique isn't just the technology but the fact that even with examination; it still looks like a smoke alarm. All the surveillance components are built into the housing."
Turning the smoke alarm over the sales person pointed at a small darkened square. "Inside there is a small camera that has 15 times optical zoom and 30 times digital zoom. It is also capable of infrared imagery. The camera is on a small servo that can rotate 30 degrees in any direction, giving you an excellent view of an entire room. This part here that is open with small slits that looks like where a normal smoke alarm makes the alarm sound is actually a miniature parabolic microphone. The same kind people who are hard of hearing use to amplify sound. It can detect a whisper at 100 feet, so you can imagine how clear it is in the confined space of say a living room. With a built in motion sensor, it can be set up so it only comes on when motion is detected."
Turning the smoke alarm back over, the sales person continued his well practiced pitch. "There is also the capability of either a direct link to a monitor via a cable, it can broadcast the signal to a custom designed programmable receiver or it can transmit the signal to a router and then to any IP address. So the image can be viewed on the internet. This is usually a private IP address that only the customer has access to."
Getting to the end of his pitch, the sales person connected the body of the smoke alarm back to the frame. Lighting a cigarette, he held it under the alarm. "Last and equally important is that it really functions as a smoke alarm." Just then the high pitched chime began to sound.
Tristan was pleased with what he saw. It was everything he had hoped for and more. "I'll take it."
The sales person hesitated for a moment. "You do understand sir, that we are a manufacturer. We do not sell individually. If all you want is one. There are a couple of vendors who can sell you one."
Tristan smiled. "I was thinking of starting an online security camera business. I would be purchasing 500."
The sales person eyes grew wide. This was more than he hoped for. Most venders only stock between 50 and 100. This would be a huge sale. "If you were to by in that quantity, I could take off $100. That would bring the total cost to $500,000.00."
"Congratulations. You just made yourself a sale." Tristan said as he leaned over the desk to shake the sales person's hand.
*****
Tristan stood in the lobby of the empty building he had recently purchased. At twenty five he had made several million in real-estate and had put the majority of his wealth into buying this building. Looking at himself in the large mirror that covered a wall, his five foot ten athletic frame trembled slightly at the excitement he felt.
It had taken eight months and three million dollars to renovate the ten story building that was now his. The ground level was the leasing office, gym, maintenance office, indoor sauna and hot tub. Outside there was a swimming pool for the residence. Floors two through nine consisted of thirty-two apartments. There are four apartments per floor. Each apartment had beautiful carpet, granite countertops, roman tubs and a separate glass-door walk in shower in the bathrooms. Each apartment also had twelve foot ceilings. The tenth floor was all his, including a private elevator.
The surveillance cameras/smoke alarms had finally arrived. He had always been a bit of a voyeur. Spending many hours watching everything from private cams you paid for online to the more socially accepted reality shows. Now thanks to some savvy business deals he would be able to live out his greatest fantasy, watching every aspect of average people.
It had taken Tristan a full week to install the cameras. Each apartment had two bedrooms, two full baths, a kitchen, small dining room, living room and a study. The cameras were set up so that no matter what configuration the rooms were set up in. He would have an excellent view. Even the study was set up in such a way that it forced the occupant to set up their desk and computer on a certain wall where the only electrical outlets could be found. He had also installed a wireless router system throughout the entire property that would easily pick up the signals from every camera. The routers required a security code to access them. The images transmitted to a secure and heavily encrypted IP address only he knew. Each apartment had 7 cameras, one in each bedroom, each bathroom, the living room, kitchen and study. He had used a total of 224 smoke alarm/cameras in the apartments and 5 in the main floor office, hallway, gym, sauna and hot tub. The additional 271 cameras he stored away incase one was damaged or he wanted to use somewhere else.
*****
With his apartment building located downtown and priced at a reasonable $1200.00 a month, the list of perspective renters was huge. He immediately dismissed the obvious, people who couldn't really afford it, bad credit and people who had a history of breaking leases. The next group dismissed, were those for less obvious reasons. People who had underage children, elderly and those who he had no desire to see naked.
He had hired a woman to do all the interviews and accept the applications. A camera/smoke alarm had allowed him to take notes on the potential renters that he could not have asked the woman doing the interviews to write down. Things like beauty, body type, hair color, eye color, height and breast size. While the main renter files held all the standard information. His personal files would be far more informative.
After a month, Tristan had finally rented out all thirty-two apartments. Nine went to young attractive married couples with no children. Five went to married couples with one daughter at least eighteen years old. Four went to single mothers with a daughter at least eighteen. Three went to lesbian couples. Eight went to beautiful single women. Three apartments were rented to single mothers with a teenage son.
Tristan sat in a custom designed room. It was sound proofed and contained a chair and small desk in the center. The main wall held three massive 80" plasma TVs, with six 41" TVs above them. The two walls to the left and right held twenty-eight 30" plasma TVs with their screens split into fours. The room also had a Bose surround sound system. The desk contained a laptop computer that would allow him to place any of the camera views from the smaller monitors onto the large ones. There was also a joystick control that would enable him to rotate the camera, zoom in and out and switch to infrared. The sound was automatically set up for which ever camera occupied the main center screen.
Since there was only one freight elevator he had allotted three hours to each resident moving in. Starting at 8AM, this would allow five people to move in each day over the next six days and two renters on the seventh.
*****
Tuesday October 27, 2009
Tristan had waited the entire week before turning on all the monitors. He knew the first week would be nothing but frustration for him if he had started watching when they moved in. It would have been nothing but movers, unpacking boxes and arranging furniture. It had now been twenty-four hours since the last tenants moved in.
Grabbing a drink he sat in his comfortable computer chair and turned on all the monitors. Only a few monitors were blank, telling him that no one was home. Scanning the various monitors he found one that he had been waiting for.
*****
Apt#401, Tristan pulled up the file. It was a married couple with one daughter. Adam Jones was a 45 year old landscaper. He is 5'10" with brown hair. His wife Samantha is a 39 year old stay at home mom with blonde hair and a petite 5'6" frame. Their daughter Faith is 18 and a senior in high school.
It was Faith that had Tristan's attention. She had just turned on the shower and was now getting undressed. Tristan used the joystick control to center her on the large 80" TV. She was gorgeous. She was about 5'5" tall and had a tight teenage body. Tristan watched as she took off her shorts, revealing a pair of blue boy shorts. She then took off her shirt and bra. Tristan licked his lips at the sight of her perfect size C breast. She then peeled down her boy shorts and Tristan zoomed in on her bald pussy.
Faith then reached in the shower and tested the water with her hand. Deciding the temperature was right she got in. Tristan had a good view of her through the glass shower door. Only slightly blurry from the water, he could still make out details. He watched as she closed her eyes and ran water over her head. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, then to her shoulders, over her breast and down to her stomach. Faith then grabbed some shampoo and started to wash her hair. Tristan watched for a couple of minutes as she rubbed it into her scalp. He saw the lather trickle down over her perky breast and continue down her lithe body. She picked up a sponge mitt and put some body wash on it. She rubbed it across her neck and then over her breast. She then rubbed her stomach and down to her shaved vagina. Leaning her head back, Tristan noticed she spent a little more time there than on any other part of her body. Faith then went around to an ass that could only belong to a teenage girl.
Tristan's hypnotic gaze was interrupted by a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, the door opened and her dad walked in. Tristan was a little surprised she didn't try to grab a towel or yell at him to get out.
"Faith, dinner is ready." Her father said as he casually examined his naked daughter through the glass door. "Thank dad. I'll be out in a moment."
"That's different." Tristan said to himself.
After her dad had left, Faith had gotten out of the shower and quickly toweled off. Putting on some boxers and a tank top she left to go eat dinner.
Tristan was pleased at the quality of the sound he got from the mike. He was also happy that the camera had not fogged up from the shower. The image quality was also excellent.
*****
Apt#503 was the next to get Tristan's attention. It was a young woman wearing a tank top and a red thong. Tristan quickly pulled up the file. Her name is Gwen Stuart. She is a school teacher who lived by herself. She is 5'5", with brown hair and brown eyes.
Tristan tracked her with the camera as she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She then proceeded to the sofa, grabbed a remote and turned on the stereo. Leaning back she placed the wine on the end table. Tristan watched as Gwen leaned her head back and began to run her fingers over her breast. Even though she was wearing a tank top, he could tell by her hardening nipples that she was not wearing a bra.
Tristan watched as Gwen spread her legs apart and began to caress her pussy with her left hand through the thin lace material. With her right hand she pulled up her tank top so that her size D breasts were exposed. As she messaged her breast she rubbed her thumb over her nipple. Tristan zoomed in a little and could tell they were hard. He had never seen nipples poke out that much.
Gwen then released her breast and slid off her thong, exposing a shaved pussy with a thin patch of hair at the top. Tossing it to the floor she then started to play with her pussy again. Sliding her middle finger inside, she gave a soft moan that Tristan picked up over the low stereo. In and out, over and over, Tristan could now faintly hear the gushing sound of her soaking wet hole as her finger penetrated to the knuckle.
