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Voyeur's Boutique
by Harry Ogre (oagre7@hotmail.com)
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The owner of an exclusive fashion boutique sets up a
hidden camera system to spy on his gorgeous female
employees and customers. (MF, nc, mast, voy, ws)
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CHAPTER ONE - NATALYA
My name is Jeff and I was fortunate enough to inherit a
large amount of money from a relative a couple of years
ago. My background was in the fashion industry and I
decided to open a high-end women's fashion boutique in a
trendy part of my city. But this would be a boutique
with a difference! All my life I've been a peeping tom.
In fact, I'm not even ashamed of it.
I enjoy spying on women and I made sure my new business
would allow me to indulge my "little hobby" to the max.
I set up my own personal office at the rear of the store
with a locked door and a state of the art computer
system. Of course, the computer keeps track of
purchases, sales, inventory and all the rest of it.
However, the system monitors a great deal of what
happens in the store besides.
That's because I've also installed a network of fiber-
optic spy scopes throughout the boutique, together with
some tiny concealed microphones. Let me give you the
details. Well, there's a camera/microphone setup in the
stockroom. The same combination in the employees'
washroom, cunningly hidden in a floor-level vent.
Of course, a scope in each of the two change-rooms. And
finally, a scope in the floor right beside the cash
register on the employees' side of the sales counter. (I
had to install a fancy floor surface to hide it, but the
expense was worthwhile - as you'll see!) The various
scopes, cameras and microphones transmit to my computer
screen and headphones. With just a click of the mouse, I
can spy on women in virtually any part of my little
domain.
I love up-skirt views and I made certain all my
employees agreed to a dress code of dressy shoes and a
skirt. The first employee I hired was Natalya. Natalya
is about 32 years old and she comes from Russia where
she worked as an assistant hospital administrator. She's
stunning - 5'8" tall, with high cheekbones, big green
eyes and dark brown hair that falls in cascades to below
her shoulders. She also has a slender, tight body, small
firm B-cup breasts and a tight little bum.
I was impressed with her personality too. She struck me
as capable and hard working and far, far smarter than
your average store help. Right throughout her job
interview, she repeated how anxious she was to land the
job and how hard she was going to work. It would be her
first job since getting her ESL diploma and she was
anxious as hell to get her career going in America.
Apparently, her husband was some Slavic deadbeat who had
left her with a 10-year-old daughter and a load of
debts. She was the obvious choice to be my assistant
store manager anyway. But as I spoke with her, I popped
a raging hard-on as I fantasized about the opportunities
I would have to see up this gorgeous beauty's skirt.
Natalya showed up at nine o'clock sharp the next
morning, eager to start her job. She was wearing a
tight-fitting, gray dress, cut just above her knees and
a black jacket. On her legs were a pair of dark gray
silky nylons. I sneakily glanced at her ass as I showed
her around the shop and noticed she didn't reveal any
panty-lines through her outfit. Hmmmmmm... This was
going to be interesting!
As soon as I could, I beetled back into my private
office, locked the door and cranked up my computer. The
storewide security cam showed Natalya serving a rather
snooty "rich bitch" customer who was buying a designer
scarf. As Natalya stepped towards the cash register, I
switched views on the computer screen to the spy scope
embedded in the floor by the sales counter. It worked
perfectly, just as I had planned! As poor, unsuspecting
Natalya rang up the sale, I had a clear view up her long
legs and right up into her skirt.
She was wearing sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose without
panties or a reinforced crotch-piece and I could clearly
make out her vaginal lips through the dark gray mesh of
the hose. A hard-on the size of a telegraph pole
sprouted in my pants. Natalya started wrapping the scarf
as the stuck-up customer handed over her credit card and
I had the view of my life seeing my Russian assistant's
little pussy swaying back and forth as she finished the
sale.
A few minutes later, I had my next opportunity. Natalya
headed quickly towards the employees' washroom. I deftly
switched the views displayed on my computer screen to
the spy scope lodged in the washroom floorboards. What a
sight! Natalya slipped off her jacket and pulled her
dress to her waist, hurriedly yanking down her
pantyhose.
Her pussy was totally shaved! Her ass hit the toilet
seat in record time and she pissed hard for about 20
seconds, a look of blissful relief flooding her gorgeous
face. She must really have been holding it in! As she
wiped herself off, a Machiavellian idea crossed my mind.
Free coffee as a company perk was a good idea. Free
coffee spiked with a diarrhetic was a GREAT idea! I
mentally planned a trip to the local pharmacy that
afternoon.
At noon, I invited Natalya into my office and told her
she was doing a great job. I asked her if she'd like to
have coffee with me the next morning and discuss some
prospective purchases. She nodded eagerly, flattered
that her efforts in the store were getting recognition.
(In fact, a lot more recognition that she ever
dreamed!!) Done deal! We arranged to meet at 9:15 AM and
I said I'd bring along the lattes.
I slipped out right afterwards. A pharmacy was just
across the street and I purchased a mild product
designed for people with water retention problems. It
wouldn't be strong enough to actually give her diarrhea,
but it would make her urinate far more often than
normal.
The rest of the afternoon I got a little work done and
played with my computer spy system. I'd hired two other
assistants. Shannon was a nineteen year old art college
coed who was working part-time to raise her tuition.
Keisha - twenty-seven and a light-skinned black girl -
rounded out the staff. Both were gorgeous and I spied on
them outrageously throughout the rest of the day.
I decided to set up a log book on my computer to keep
track of the girls' underwear, the times and places I'd
been able to spy on them and the number of times they'd
used the bathroom. Compulsive, I guess. But a helluva
lot of fun! And of course, a succession of customers
used the change rooms to try on dresses and pant suits.
I spied on them as well. It seemed I was getting a great
opportunity to spy two or three times an hour. I even
jerked off a couple of times after making sure my office
door was securely locked.
At 9:15 the next morning, Natalya showed up for work.
She was wearing a light brown outfit this time: a light
beige satin blouse and a tan coloured skirt with flesh
coloured hose and moderate heels. She smiled hello as I
invited her straight into my office for our chat. I had
a stack of fashion designers' brochures laid out on my
desk and we looked through them together. I was quickly
more impressed than ever with Natalya.
Her suggestions were innovative and smart and she seemed
to have an eye for colour and fabric. Her latte
disappeared steadily over her gorgeous lips and down
into her tight little tummy as we talked. Poor Natalya!
She had no idea what was about to hit her system! In
fact, she even complimented me on how good the latte
tasted. I calculated that it would take about thirty
minutes for the drug to have an effect. An extra detail
occurred to me as we finished up out meeting. I decided
I was going to make Natalya suffer a little discomfort
as part of my plan.
Keisha was the only other staffer on that morning. So I
called her over and sent her out to collect some box
samples from across town. "Can you hold the fort alone?"
I asked Natalya, an innocent expression on my face.
"Of course," she answered. "I don't mind at all."
The first half-hour was deceptively easy, of course.
Natalya dealt with a couple of browsers who left without
purchasing and looked comfortable as she breezed around
the store. But after a while, the diarrhetic kicked in
and Natalya began to appear a little tense and restless.
Keisha wasn't due back for another thirty minutes and
Natalya would be unable to leave the merchandize
displays and cash counter unattended until her return.
By the time her next customer entered, Natalya was
definitely worried. She kept stealing glances towards
the rear of the shop where the washroom was and shifting
her weight slightly from one leg to the other. The
customer was a fussy, bleach-blonde chick of about forty
years of age. Natalya did her best to be charming and
helpful as the bleach-job tried on a succession of
dresses. Each time the customer headed into the change-
room, Natalya bit her lip and pressed her thighs tightly
together. She was in real trouble now. If she didn't hit
the can soon, she would inevitably piss her panties.
Finally the bleach blonde chose a jacket and had Natalya
ring it up. I immediately switched views to the spy-
scope by the cash register. Natalya was wearing what
appeared to be beige satin panties over her all-sheer
pantyhose and as she finally boxed the jacket and handed
it to the customer, the tiniest wet spot appeared
between her elegant Slavic legs.
As soon as the customer disappeared, Natalya locked the
front shop door. A breach of store rules, but now she
was clearly desperate! She turned and darted through the
stockroom and headed straight for the employees' can.
And of course, I tracked her by switching to the spy-
scope embedded in the washroom floor. Once inside the
washroom, Natalya grabbed desperately at her stylish
skirt. Unfortunately, it was extra-tight with a tricky
clasp and zipper fastening at the rear.
As Natalya fumbled to undo it, she started to jump
around the room and rub her legs together, making small
panting sounds. Her bladder must have been ready to
explode! It took her four or five manic seconds to shed
the skirt, but worse still was ahead.
What I'd thought was a separate blouse and pair of
panties were in fact an "all in one" bodysuit. And the
suit was fastened together by three tiny buttons right
over Natalya's crotch. She grabbed at the buttons
frantically. Now she was sobbing a little as well. As
she finally unbuttoned the bodysuit and hauled it up to
her waist, her bladder finally gave out.
A thick stream of piss spurted out through her sheer-to-
the-top pantyhose, the pungent liquid streaming down her
legs to her dainty shoes and pooling all across the
washroom floor. Wiping away tears, Natalya kicked off
her soiled footwear and peeled off her ruined hose. She
grabbed a handful of toilet tissue to wipe off her
sodden little cunt. Then she knelt down half-naked and
mopped up her piss with a bunch of paper towels.
I got another splendid view as she crawled around
scrubbing, her ass and pussy bobbing up and down as she
worked. It took her two whole minutes to clean up her
peepee and pull herself together. Then she buttoned the
bodysuit back over her now-naked crotch and stepped back
into her skirt. Her piss-dripping pantyhose were
unceremoniously dumped into the garbage container.
I couldn't help jerking off at poor Natalya's plight.
When she headed out of the can barelegged, I intercepted
her and invited her to take a couple of pairs of nylons
from the store's hosiery display. (She explained her
lack of hose by saying she'd had a run.) Keisha got back
a couple of minutes later and I suggested to Natalya
that she work at in the stockroom at the back of the
store for the rest of the morning. This would allow her
to slip into the can any time she wanted. I felt a
little ashamed of the trick I'd pulled, you see. But I
have to admit that I really enjoyed the sight of my
stunning assistant pissing her panties!
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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