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Archive name: candid.txt (FF, voy)
Authors name: Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Story title : Candid Camera

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Candid Camera (FF, voy)
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

Roxanne Ward stepped off the elevator on the ninth floor 
of the McKenna building, promising herself that she would 
stop feeling sorry for herself that she had to work 
tonight. Because she did, she was going to miss the 
company's legendary Christmas party, held this year at 
the skylight lounge up on the twenty-ninth floor. It was 
an event that people waited for all year, and she was 
going to miss it.

"Well you knew the drawbacks when you took this job," the 
blond haired twenty-one year said to herself as she ran 
her identification card through the scanner, gaining 
access to the buildings security section. "So just live 
with it."

A student at the local University, Roxanne had taken the 
security job for a number of good reasons. First of all, 
the hours were great. Working the late shift gave her a 
lot of flexibility in scheduling classes. The pay wasn't 
bad either and the job gave her plenty of time to read 
and study.

Finally, regardless of what job she held in the 
corporation, Roxanne was eligible for tuition 
reimbursement, which practically doubled her pay since 
she was getting back almost everything she was playing 
for school. So if the price of the job was missing the 
party, well so be it.

"Good evening, John," Roxanne said as she entered what 
was officially called the central observation center but 
referred to by anyone who worked there as the fishbowl.

"And a very good evening to you young lady," the retired 
police officer said as he looked up from the book he was 
reading.

"Quiet night?" she asked as she dropped her gym bag on 
the counter.

"Quiet as a tomb," John Clancy smiled broadly as he rose 
from his station. "Just about everyone took off early to 
get a jump on the big party."

"Good, if I can't go to the party, then I guess I can at 
least get some work done," Roxanne said as she removed a 
large textbook and a binder full of notes from the bag.

"I really wish you could go to the party with the rest of 
us," John said.

"I know, but someone has to be here to make sure they 
don't steal all the chairs and filing cabinets," Roxanne 
laughed. "And like it or not, the junior person gets 
stuck. I just happen to be the junior person since Roger 
quite last week."

"Still its a shame," John said sympathetically, "and with 
you having bought that lovely dress and all."

"It's okay, John, I'm sure I'll have another occasion to 
wear it."

"Aye, but there'll be a lot of bonny lads who will be all 
the poorer that you're not there," the jovial Irishman 
smiled.

Roxanne didn't comment but merely smiled back in 
appreciation of his concern.

"You just enjoy yourself for both of us," she finally 
said.

"That I will," John said as she gathered his things and 
began to leave, "and my Elle said to especially thank you 
for coming in early so we could go to the party. She and 
I both appreciate it."

"Then go and enjoy it," Roxanne said in mock impatience 
as she sat at the desk and checked that all the monitors 
were clear.

John had just gotten to the door when he remembered 
something he'd forgotten to tell her.

"By the way, Lass, they finally fixed the camera in the 
copy room, so be sure to count it when you make your log 
entries."

"It's broken for six months and someone finally gets a 
burr up their ass and fixes it on a day that no one wants 
to work," Roxanne thought as she thanked him for the 
information as the door close behind him, "That's 
corporate efficiency at work."

With the room now all to herself, Roxanne leaned back in 
the big comfortable chair and closed her eyes for a few 
moments. This really was a no-brainer of a job. All you 
had to do was monitor the cameras set out in various 
public spaces around the office and take note of anything 
unusual. If there ever was something you felt should be 
checked out, all you had to do was call down to the desk 
and one of those guards there would be sent to take a 
look.

The reality of it all was that the entire system was a 
joke. Something to show clients how seriously they took 
security and the protection of confidential information. 
That the cameras were only in public places guaranteed 
that she's never see anything interesting on any of the 
monitors. Still, it seemed to make some clients happy and 
the accounts they brought in far made up for the expense 
of having it.

Turning to the reading she planned to get done, Roxanne 
gave one last thought to the party. What John had said 
about a lot of men being disappointed she wasn't there. 
Truth be told, the result would've been the same had she 
gone. Her lack of interest in men wasn't something that 
she advertised, but neither was it something that she hid 
or was ashamed of.

In fact, her social life was pretty far down her list of 
important things nowadays. In the six months since she'd 
broken up with her girlfriend, Susan, Roxanne hadn't gone 
out on a single date. School came first, she kept telling 
herself, there would be time for everything else later 
on.

-=-=-=-

Two hours went by and as was usually the case, her 
entries in the security logs recorded that all was well. 
The party was already in full gear and Roxanne doubted 
that, aside from her and the guards down in the lobby, 
there was a soul still in the office.

Twenty minutes later, Roxanne found herself wrong as she 
looked up at one of the changing images on the central 
monitor and saw someone on it. The screen changed before 
she had a chance to get a good look so she used a second 
monitor to manually check all the points she was 
responsible for. To her added surprise, the image was 
from the newly fixed camera in the copy room.

"Someone's not in a mood for a party," Roxanne thought as 
she used the remote camera controls to sharpen the 
picture and tighten the frame. There were limits to how 
good a picture you could get on the black and white 
screen and none of the cameras were equipped with sound.

Still, the resolution was enough for her to realize that 
she knew the woman using one of the copy machines. Her 
name was Kathy Prince and Roxanne had run into her a 
couple of times in the small company gym. That was 
another one of the perks of this job, membership in the 
gym.

Ten years older than Roxanne with jet-black hair and an 
inspiring build, the security guard had often thought she 
should ask Kathy out for a drink to see if she might be 
interested. But each time an opportunity came up she had 
let it pass.

Some women just politely let you know that it wasn't 
their thing and that was fine. Others took personal 
offense at being thought of as gay or bi and could cause 
problems. Especially if you were on the bottom of the 
corporate chain. Better safe than sorry, Roxanne had 
decided.

Since Kathy had a perfect right to be using the copiers, 
whatever the hour, Roxanne went back to her studies. 
After all, it wasn't likely the senior account executive 
was going to be Xeroxing inappropriate parts of her 
anatomy. An event John told her had happened during the 
Christmas silliness a few years ago. That was before the 
camera had been installed and was another reason why the 
party was now held off site.

When she looked again at the monitor five minutes later, 
Roxanne was surprised to see that Kathy was still at the 
copiers. It occurred to her that the clerical staff 
usually handled any large copying job. Still it might be 
just something she wanted to get done and not wait until 
Monday.

Another five minutes passed and Kathy was still there, 
holding the folder with the small pile of papers she had 
copied. It was pretty obvious that the older woman wasn't 
there just to use the machines. Roxanne began to wonder 
if maybe she should call downstairs and have someone come 
up and take a look.

Roxanne liked the account executive and would hate 
causing her a problem if all she was doing was making 
some personal copies. Yet it also occurred to the blue-
garbed guard that it might also have been something that 
shouldn't be copied. Hence her waiting for the office to 
be deserted. Everyone knew about the broken camera in the 
copy room. Especially if you wanted to copy anything 
personal. Obviously, since it had only been fixed this 
afternoon, no one really knew it yet.

It was a quandary, but the young guard finally decided 
that her job wasn't worth making a mistake, no matter how 
cute Kathy was. Roxanne reached for the phone, but 
stopped as she saw the copy room door open again and a 
second women step in. When the new arrival locked the 
door behind her, the blond put the phone down.

"This looks interesting," Roxanne though as she quickly 
looked at the other monitors so she could give the copy 
room her full attention.

There was a video recorder hooked into the system and 
Roxanne hit the record button. If something illegal were 
going down, it would help to have a record.

At first, Roxanne could only see the back of the new 
arrival's head. Just enough to tell that she had short, 
curly brown hair and was just an inch or so shorter than 
Kathy. Then she turned so that the camera could get a 
good look at her and Roxanne realized she knew the second 
woman as well. Actually, recognized would be a better 
term since she had actually talked to her before.

Her name was Carol, or Connie or something that began 
with a C, Roxanne told herself. Cute, but a little too 
boyish for Roxanne's tastes. She preferred more feminine 
women like Kathy. The girl was maybe a year or so older 
than the security guard and part of the company's intern 
program.

The program was something that Roxanne knew a great deal 
about as she had applied for it in anticipation of 
getting her degree in a few months. When she had gone for 
her interview, Roxanne had been told that, based on her 
grades and since she was already working for the company, 
she had a really good chance of being accepted.

The two women seemed to be having a somewhat animated 
discussion about something and from what Roxanne could 
see, it had nothing to do with the papers Kathy had 
copied and now put casually aside. Wishing that the 
camera had an audio pick up, the young blond was sure of 
one thing as she watched the intern on the screen. Based 
on the many college parties she'd been to where booze 
flowed like water, that girl had already had more than a 
few.

Roxanne was on the edge of her seat as she watched. It 
was like watching a silent or foreign movie with no 
subtitles where you had to guess as to what was going on. 
Several possible scenarios filled her mind, the X-rated 
nature of a few attesting to the fact that it'd been way 
too long since she'd gotten laid.

Tossing aside most of the possible situations, Roxanne 
had just about deciding that both were sleeping with the 
same guy when something happened that blew that idea out 
the window. It was such an unexpected turn of events that 
it almost caused her to fall off the chair.

The two women on the screen were kissing.

-=-=-=-

--- Five minutes before in the copy room ---

"Cody, what are you doing here?" Kathy asked as she was 
startled by the unexpected arrival of the intern assigned 
to her department.

"Looking for you," Cody replied as she locked the door 
behind her. "How come you didn't come to the party?"

"I wasn't in the mood," the older woman said, "and I had 
some work to finish."

"Bullshit!" Cody shot back. "You were hiding from me."

"You've been drinking," Kathy said, changing the subject.

"So what, it's a party, everyone's drinking," Cody 
replied, "but don't try and change the subject. You were 
down here hiding from me."

"I ... I needed a quiet place to think." Kathy now said.

"Ding, ding! That's two lies, care to try for the truth 
this time."

"Cody, we've been through all of this already, it's 
over," Kathy finally said. "In fact, it should've never 
happened in the first place. I don't blame you, it was my 
fault."

"I wanted it as much as you did," Cody quickly countered. 
"And you can't tell me that you didn't enjoy the time we 
spent together as much as I did."

"That's not the point," Kathy said. "It never should've 
happened at all. It was inappropriate to say the least."

"I don't care."

"You'll fall in love again," Kathy said, trying to make 
the younger girl feel better."

"Who said anything about love?" Jody laughed. "I just 
want to have fun. You're taking this all too seriously."

"I don't know what to say," Kathy replied.

"Then don't say anything," Cody said as she threw her 
arms around the taller woman and pressed their lips 
together.

-=-=-=-

"Oh shit!" Roxanne cried out as she watched the two kiss.

It was obvious to Roxanne that Cody, the name had finally 
come to her, had taken Kathy by surprise. It was also 
just as clear that as soon as she got over that moment of 
shock, Kathy was into it as much as the smaller girl.

"Damn, I should've asked her out for that drink after 
all," Roxanne said as she watched the two of them kiss 
each other with a fiery passion.

The two women had their hands all over each other, 
rubbing and touching as they kissed again and again. 
Whatever the reason for their disagreement, it seemed to 
be fast forgotten.

It was at that moment that Cody looked right up into the 
camera, sending a shudder through Roxanne. It was almost 
as if she could look right through the lens and see her. 
The curly haired brunette laughed and said something, a 
bit of which Roxanne could just make out from the 
movement of her mouth. Since it was a rather famous 
phrase, it wasn't hard to figure out the rest.

"Smile, you're on Candid Camera!" she had said.

Kathy glanced up at the camera for a brief second, 
laughed as well and then went back to what they were 
doing. Roxanne let out a sigh of relief as she realized 
that they were either too drunk, distracted or a 
combination of both to have noticed the small red light 
on the camera, indicating that it was now working.

The two women on the screen were getting even more 
physical as Roxanne tilted back in the plush chair and 
enjoyed the show. She had never really gotten that much 
of a charge from watching porn, but this time it was 
different. Probably because those were real people on the 
screen, and not nameless actors. The image on the screen 
was definitely causing a reaction in the young woman. A 
reaction that reached from a growing dampness between her 
legs to a hardness beneath her blouse.

Event seemed to take control of her as, glancing around 
the room to assure herself that she was indeed all alone, 
Roxanne's slid one hand beneath her blouse and the other 
down her slacks. It had been a long while since she'd 
masturbated anywhere but in the privacy of her bedroom, 
but this time she couldn't resist.

No lover could ever be as familiar with her body as 
Roxanne was herself. In no time at all, with both gentle 
and hard touches in all her most sensitive spots, she 
doubled her level of arousal. A soft gasp escaped her 
lips as she slid two fingers within herself and began to 
massage her already excited clit.

Her second hand continued to caress her small, rounded 
breasts as she undid the center clasp of her bra to give 
herself greater access. As each finger brushed against 
her small nipples, they sent an electric shudder across 
her chest.

All the while, her eyes never left the images on the 
screen in front of her.

Down in the copy room, Cody had placed Kathy in the 
office chair that people normally used so they could sit 
at the long table and sort papers. Kneeling on the floor, 
the curly haired girl was giving her mentor her full 
attention.

Cody had undone the buttons of Kathy's blouse and already 
had her bra pulled down. Her mouth was pressed against 
the thick nipple of the older woman's breast as her 
tongue caressed it over and over. In response, Kathy 
leaned back and closed her eyes as she let out loud moans 
that were like music to her lover.

Moans that where duplicated in the observation room as 
Roxanne's talented fingers moved in and out of her pussy. 
In her inner mind she could imagine herself in Kathy's 
place. That it was her body that the girl was playing her 
symphony on. Cody's boyish looks no longer seemed to be 
so important.

Cody's attentions now moved lower and she pushed Kathy's 
skirt up around her waist and slid off her panties as 
well. On the bottom edge of the camera's range, Roxanne 
could see Cody's head disappear between the account 
executive's legs. The security guard could no longer see 
the intern, but the results of her efforts were plainly 
visible on Kathy's face.

Kathy's exposed breasts heaved with excitement as she 
felt the first tremors of the orgasm that would soon 
overtake her. She knew her relationship with Cody was 
wrong, but she couldn't help herself. The girl was just 
too damn good at what she was doing. The longhaired woman 
had been sexually active with other women since she was a 
junior in high school. None of her lovers had ever licked 
her pussy half as good as the young girl between her 
legs. It was a forbidden fruit as far as the corporation 
was concerned, but one that she just couldn't resist.

For a brief moment, her thoughts flashed back to the 
night the two of them had become lovers. It had been a 
grueling two weeks trying to finish up an important deal. 
Two weeks of eighteen-hour days that had left both Kathy 
and her staff totally drained. She had given them all a 
four-day weekend in appreciation, time to relax and work 
off some of the edge that had built up in all of them.

For Kathy, that meant a trip to Scarlett's Rose, her 
favorite ladies club. It had been two months since her 
last visit there, which was a month less than the last 
time she'd been intimate with anyone. You could've 
knocked her over with the proverbial feather when her 
junior intern approached her at the bar. To this day, 
Kathy wasn't sure if it was the booze, the fatigue, or 
the fact that she was just so horny. All she knew for 
sure that she had woke up the next morning with Cody in 
her bed. The morning the four-day weekend ended, Cody had 
still been there.

The memories receded as the expression on Kathy's face 
grew in intensity, reflecting the raging fires that were 
coursing though her body. Feeling her body tense against 
her, Cody redoubled her efforts, sending Kathy over the 
edge into orgasmic ecstasy.

-=-=-=-

"Omigod!" Roxanne called out loud enough for her to be 
grateful that the control room was soundproof as she 
again reflected the passion filling Kathy and enjoyed her 
own self-induced orgasm.

As Roxanne lay back in her chair, bathing in the 
aftermath of her climax, she could just picture the log 
entry she could make for this last half hour. "All is 
well... All is incredibly fucking well!"

By the time Roxanne's attention again returned to the 
monitor screen, the two women in the copy room, Cody was 
helping Kathy get dressed again. Fixing her own clothing, 
the blond again wished she could hear what they were 
saying.

-=-=-=-

"What am I ever going to do with you?" Kathy asked Cody 
as she adjusted her clothing.

"Take me home to bed?" Cody replied suggestively.

"Fuck you," Kathy said in mock anger.

"Oh would you please?" came Cody's reply.

Both women laughed as they headed out of the room, 
leaving Kathy's folder behind, totally forgotten.

-=-=-=-

"Quiet night?" Doug Turner asked as he arrived early the 
next morning to relieve Roxanne.

"Same as always," Roxanne smiled as she closed up her gym 
bag.

"I'd probably have a heart attack if you said anything 
different," Doug said. "Nothing interesting ever happens 
here."

"I guess not," Roxanne agreed.

Roxanne started for the door as Doug picked a box out of 
the trashcan.

"You tape something?" he asked as he held up the empty 
box.

"Actually, I was so bored I decided to clean the heads of 
the machine," Roxanne quickly answered. "Klutz that I am, 
I spilled my coffee on the tape. Promise you won't tell 
anyone, I'll replace it in stock tomorrow."

"Don't sweat it, sweetheart," he grinned, "it's no big 
thing.
Just be thankful you didn't spill it on the machine 
itself."

"Oh Lord, I hadn't even thought of that," Roxanne said, 
forming a look of worry on her face. "That would've been 
really bad, wouldn't it?"

"Well no sense worrying about something that didn't 
happen," Doug concluded as he checked the log. "Just 
replace the tape and forget about it."

"Thanks," Roxanne said as she opened the door to leave, 
"and you have a good day."

"You too," came the reply as the door closed behind her.

Walking down the corridor with a much more lively bounce 
in her step than she'd had the night before, Roxanne 
hummed a familiar tune. Snuggled in her bag was the tape 
she'd removed from the recorder. As she pressed the 
button for the elevator, Roxanne wondered if she should 
wait until Monday to give it to Kathy or if she should 
get her address from Personnel and drop it off today.

By the time the elevator reached the ground floor and she 
stepped out into daylight, Roxanne decided the former was 
a better choice. If nothing else, it would give her a 
chance to watch the tape a few more times.

End

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