The Beast in Control, Ch. 5
2003-07-02
Leaving the house as surreptitiously as I had entered, I returned to my own quarters to decide what was next on the agenda. There were still several hours before I needed to be back at my observation perch for the evening's events at Miss Ramada's. Did I need to check on any other of my quarries to see if I had missed anything in their lives as well? As luck would have it – and also for ease of continuity in the story – I knew that Beth McVikar and Sarah Chambers spent each Tuesday and Thursday afternoon at the Racquet and Fitness Centre just a few blocks from my own apartment. I emptied the plastic bag I had stuffed full of Mrs. Whitman's black lingerie, dress and shoes and placed the lingerie in my own dresser drawer, the dress on a hangar on the shower curtain rod (so I could later steam out the wrinkles), and the shoes on my footlocker to be dusted off and shined. Then, I left my abode by the rear entrance and made my way to the health club by way of alleys and backyards, always keeping to the shadows so as not to be noticed if it was at all possible. Upon arriving at the club, I stepped down six or seven steps below street level and used the small tool I had made more than a two years earlier to open the door to the boiler room. I had wanted to develop my physique to a greater level than I could with my own equipment in my apartment, but knew I would not be accepted at this club because of my appearance, so I began to use the equipment very early in the morning – between 2:00 and 4:00 o'clock – by jimmying the boiler room door. There was no security system. The owners – a flamboyantly gay couple – kept a large Doberman inside the club at night to deter any break-ins. The Doberman and I became incredibly good friends after I fed her a full pound of raw sirloin on my second visit. Since that time, she and I would spend the entire workout period together in the fitness rooms without so much as a whine or a whimper. I often brought her more meat or doggie treats and she acted like I was her owner rather than the men who ran the club. This suited me fine; but I sometimes wondered why she did not react to me like the professor's animals had. Perhaps because the Doberman was female? I never really knew. But on this afternoon, I was very quiet in my entry because I had not often visited the club during daylight hours and I knew things would be different.
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On several of my visits, after satisfying my physical urge to exercise, I would wander the club and take stock of what facilities were there for members. It did not take me long to ascertain which locker rooms, saunas, steam baths and whirlpools were for women only. It did not take me much longer to find a secreted observation point for each of those areas. Sometimes it was a hole drilled in a plaster wall; sometimes it was a ceiling tile moved out of its rack to allow me to look down into a room from a false ceiling; and a long, narrow pipe chase between two walls that allowed for holes to be drilled into several areas of the locker room/shower room area. I moved carefully and cautiously to the first of my observation ports and looked into the sauna. There were two women there, older and unfamiliar to me, both wrapped in towels and sweating mightily. I moved on and entered the perch for the hot tub/whirlpool room. Another pair of women met my eyes, but both were wearing bathing suits as they chatted in the roiling pool of heated water. Still no Beth or Sarah. I knew Tuesday was their regular day. Their employer was a firm believer in health and fitness and permitted two hours, twice a week, for all employees to use the club. So, I continued my journey, searching the tiny holes or slits that I had made for viewing women's most private moments. It took but a few minutes more to work my way around to the wall of the women's shower room. I climbed the few rungs on the cement block wall to the false ceiling and slid the panel back to gain access to the showers themselves. Yes, there they were.Book any one of the Hellas Escorts and find out if the Escort Girls Thessaloniki really deserve this elite title. Be sure to request for the Athens Greece Girl expert Escort Service In Athens Greece, which include erotic Athens Greece Massage and an intim
Unlike most clubs, this building had not seen fit to provide single-stall showers for either men or women. There was a large room, some 24' x 12', with showerheads protruding from the walls on all sides. And there, in the near corner, were my two ex-cheerleaders. Now, I must tell you that over a period of time in my observation of these two young women, I had come to believe that they were involved together in a sexual relationship, but I could never find any real evidence. They'd been roommates since graduating high school, but both dated men on various occasions and I could not ever observe anything that would have given me absolute proof of a lesbian relationship. Yet, in the back of my mind, I knew it. It was one of those conclusions we come to without any supporting evidence, but still are absolutely certain of the truth of the conclusion. Well, I had finally found the evidence I had been searching for. The two women were standing in the corner of the shower room with bodies pressed together in a kiss that would have turned a cold shower hot. Their mouths were working on each other and I could see probing tongues moving in and out. Their body position, however, is what was so interesting. They stood just slightly to the left of each other so that their right thighs were slipped between the other's legs and rubbing against the other's crotch. It was obvious they had done this before; it appeared so natural that it must have been practiced. Their chests were loosely against one another so that their breasts were interspaced. That is, the right breast of each woman was positioned between the breasts of the other.So set up a date with the call girls in Ankara right now. Meet face-to-face any one of the lovely Escort of Turkey and find out how the Female Escort Istanbul Turkey can provide Turkish Escort Services to you. It is going to be one steamy night of pleasur
The two women were so alike it was nearly unbelievable. Both were blonde. Both were about 5' 5" tall. Both were heavy in the breast, but here there was a difference. I had noticed this before, while spying on them in their own apartment, but it had not really registered in my consciousness.Athens Escort Hellas Escort Free web directory Escort Directory Female Escorts Greece Directory Escorts in Athens
Watching the display below, I could not help but feel they had done this many, many times before. They were so comfortable with each other. It was as though they knew every nook and cranny of each other's body and made love to every inch of flesh they could come into contact with, softly and tenderly. There was nothing of the cheap, porn version of lesbian relationships here; this was truly beautiful. I thought, deep inside myself, that it must be wonderful to have such a relationship that you can count on. I shook off that feeling though as the two women both reached a gentle, rolling sort of climax. No shouting, screaming, moaning or otherwise verbalizing anything except soft murmurs and mouthed words of love and comfort. I supposed this was the way it ought to be. At least, they looked perfectly satisfied with each other. For the next few minutes, I watched as they soaped and cleaned each other's body and shampooed their hair. It is really erotic to watch a woman in the midst of her toilette when she is not aware she is being observed. No self-consciousness; no hesitation; simply a total cleansing of every part of the body that might have been covered with perspiration and/or sexual fluids due to their previous activity. After their showers, the two women moved into another part of the locker room, wrapped in the huge towels provided by the club, and proceeded to dry off, put on their underthings and dry their hair with the portable hair dryers plugged into the wall. I changed my location just enough so that I could observe this as well. I was surprised at their choice of underwear, though.escort girls στην αθηνα greek escort
Somehow, I thought that these ex-cheerleaders, prom queens, etc. , would have beautifully lacy things under their street clothes. But no, I was mistaken. Colorful, yes; pink and bright lilac, but not necessarily lacy or out of the ordinary. I supposed I still had a lot to learn. I knew that there were two drawers filled with exotic lingerie in their apartment; but now I had to suppose that those items were reserved for their dates with men. Another question popped into my mind for future resolution: are these ladies bi-sexual, or do they simply date men "for show?" I watched as they finished dressing (there is something totally erotic about watching a woman put on her clothes, as opposed to taking them off) and walk out of the locker room area. Moving from my concealed perch, I re-traced my steps out the boiler room door and back to my own apartment. I was rather confused about the method for including these two women in my eventual plan. Of course, at this point, I was totally confused about almost all of the women. They had turned out to be something different from the way I had originally categorized them. Realizing it was almost time for Miss Ramada to return home from school, I scurried through the back yards and alleys to my apartment to collect what I would need for the next part of my plan. I picked up my brand-new digital camera, the large-magnification binoculars and donned the black outer clothing I normally wore when I did any nighttime browsing. I was covered, head to foot, in black, non-reflective cotton. I could blend into shadows wherever I chose; and the outfit served well the purpose of containing any stray hairs that might be shed and allow for my eventual discovery.Welcome to Ruby Escorts Agency, located in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, ... The Kuala Lumpur Escort & Strip Club directory is your local guide to Kuala Lumpur
I arrived back at my observation post before Miss Ramada came home and settled in for what I hoped would be an evening's diversion. She arrived right on time, as usual. She did appear to be a bit more flustered than usual, and I was now aware of the reason. She checked and re-checked the sauce in the slow cooker. She set and re-arranged the table several times until she felt it was just right. She put the salad fixings into a large, glass bowl and tossed it a few times without the dressing. She went to the CD player and selected a series of CD's to run throughout the evening. (I wondered, really, what she had chosen. ) And she set out a long loaf of Italian bread, turned on the oven and sat a dish of butter nearby to soften. Hmmm, garlic bread? Did she plan on getting familiar with this man with garlic on their breaths? I almost chuckled aloud. After looking at everything again, she went into the bedroom and began throwing off her school clothes, stuffing them into the closet hamper, and moving about in her bra and panties. She moved the pale yellow peignoir set from the chair where she had left it this morning to a hook on the inside of the bathroom door. Was I imagining it or did she spend an extra bit of time feeling the material of the panties? God! What if they had not dried completely since my episode with them this morning! But, no, she moved them to the vanity top in her bathroom and bent to remove her panties. From my angle, I was treated to a glorious sight. Her black ass pointed directly at my vantage point and I could see that shiny, black bush crowding between her thighs.Kuala Lumpur Escort girls in Malaysia for outcalls
I had often wondered on other evenings of observation here about the routine of taking her panties off first, before her bra. I had found, in my other subjects, that they chose to remove their bras first, often walking around the house for some minutes in panties alone.-
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