A young man ran between two hotel wings, sprinted around a corner and hurried
from shadow to shadow with a large cardboard box in his hands. Stopping and
checking his surroundings, his attention was captured by a man and woman making
love in the room where he'd stopped. He crept close and looked into an open area
of the window. The man was huge, frightening. He held the feet of a teenager,
while pumping his huge cock into her ass. She twisted and cried beneath him.
The young man licked his lips, looked around at the nearly empty hotel,
then sprinted to a lighted set of stairs at the far end of the hotel. The stairs
were metal with concrete treads filing the metal i-beams.
Lights outlined the hotel as a car turned into the parking lot and made
it's way to the hotel's front office.
Sean Curtis jerked back into the shadows beneath the stairs and waited
until the car was out of sight. He took a deep breath, then continued
experimenting with the camera in different areas. The stairs had built-in
lights, to light metal rungs at night. He found that the camera could be placed
between two of them, to give him a lighted view beneath any dress. The rungs
were narrow enough that he could aim the camera up the stairs.
He looked around nervously, then took a rechargeable drill from the
cardboard box. He glanced around one more time, then held the drill against the
metal stairs and began drilling. He held his breath at the racket he created,
then gave a sigh of relief when the drill punched through the heavy metal. In
another minute he had a second hole drilled. He licked his lips and dropped the
drill into the box.
Taking a rag out of the box he dusted the metal fragments away. He took a
metal strap and bolt out of the box, slid the bolt through the strap, and
threaded it into the hole. He drew out a video camera, slid it into the metal
band, and tightened it into place. Next he took an outlandish contraption and
positioned it against the on/off switch on the camera. He tightened that down
with a second steal band. Looking happily at his handiwork, he checked the
camera's alignment once more, then tossed his tools into the box. With a last
glance around, he hurried into the woods and followed a creek bed to his house,
directly across a wooden security fence. He stowed the box in the garage, went
inside, and hurried up to the second floor. He listened to make sure his mother
and sisters were asleep, then ran to his bedroom and looked through the window
at the hotel stairs.
He took a remote control, once used on a long- forgotten toy, and clicked
the switch experimentally. If it had the range, he had just switched the camera
on and back off. The button-pushing servo should have enough range. He just had
to hope that it did, he was too tired to go back and find out.
Sean pulled the end of the bed over to his window, laid on the bed, and
waited. When he saw shadows approaching the stairs, he quickly clicked the
remote. A man and woman went up the stairs. As they disappeared he clicked the
remote again. If everything was working properly, he had just filmed his first
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