Safe and Insecure
Terri didn’t think of herself as being overly paranoid but there’d been a rash of burglaries in the neighborhood. The Petersen’s home had been robbed three weeks prior and a week before that, it had been the Drevins, but then everyone knew they were on vacation.
But just two days ago, Darlene Cole had come home to find a man in her bedroom. He’d shoved her out of the way and he’d managed to get away, but it was unnerving. The police said they were working on it, but for all their work, they’d seemed to have turned up nothing and Terri lived alone.
Something just had to be done.
She wasn’t going to buy a gun. She didn’t know how to use one and she didn’t want to learn, and she wasn’t sure she could have fired one even if she did have it, and besides, having a gun wouldn’t have helped Darlene. If anything, if Darlene had had a gun, the burglar might have found it and he might have used it on her. No, she wasn’t going to buy a gun.
She wasn’t going to get a dog either. She liked her life the way it was and a dog seemed like a lot of work, and she definitely didn’t want to change the way she lived her life just because of a few burglaries.
And that left some kind of home security system.
She’d always wondered about people who had those stickers in their windows, the ones that said that a place was protected by so-and-so security company. Did anyone actually believe those? More to the point, did the burglars believe those? It seemed so easy, somehow, just put a sticker up and the burglars would just pass on by but maybe that was enough.
Of course, if she was going to do this, she really ought to go all the way. She’d been seeing ads about security companies that would call you up if there was a break-in. That sounded cool but it also sounded expensive.
It was too bad there wasn’t something that was both cool and cheap.
And that’s when Darci told her about Grandview Security.
Darci was hardly the sharpest tack in the box but like Terri, she’d been having some problems at home. With her though, it was something else. She’d suspected her landlord of breaking into her apartment and going through her things but she could hardly have gone to him with her suspicions.
She’d been sure that there was no way around her dilemma. She’d been sure that in the end, she was going to have to move out because she’d known there was no way her landlord would do anything that would have helped her catch him breaking into her apartment.
And that was when a friend had told her about Grandview Security.
They put cameras in your apartment, Darci had told her friend, and then they streamed the pictures out to a remote site and you could log in whenever you weren’t home and you could see what was going on in your house.
“But what if you wanted some privacy,” Terri had asked.
Darci had giggled at that. “Well, it wouldn’t be any good if they were on all the time, would it? But it was easy. All you had to do was to log in using your favorite internet device and you could turn the cameras on or off at will.”
“But couldn’t other people see you?”
It was all password encrypted, Darci had told her friend. No one could see in unless you told them your password.
There had to be a catch, Terri thought. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her friend, but there had to be a catch but still, if it was as good as Darci made it out to be, she’d be a fool not to give the people at Grandview Security a call.
Her sales rep was a man named Ron Naylor and he certainly sounded like he knew what he was talking about. Yes, he’d told Terri. They were a new company, so it wasn’t surprising that she hadn’t heard of them before.
Yes, they knew what they were doing. Really, it wasn’t much more than taking existing technology and adapting it to a new use.
No, hackers couldn’t tap into their system. Password encryption was just one of the ways that they ensured security, and no, they’d never been hacked before.
Terri wondered how they could be so sure of that. If the hacker was good, wouldn’t he be able to get in without detection.
“That’s a good question,” Ron had said, “and I suppose it’s more appropriate to say we have top specialists working for us. We’ve had a few people try to attack us, but they’ve been detected and rebuffed. So far, no one has ever breached our security measures.”
Okay, Terri thought. So Ron was willing to say that the system could be breached but that so far it hadn’t been breached. Somehow, that made Terri feel better. It wasn’t like he was claiming something absolute. He was being realistic.
“Would you like a demonstration of our system?” Ron had asked.
“What?”
“I asked if you wanted a demonstration of our system.”
“What? You mean like you want to come out to my house?”
Ron just laughed. “No, nothing like that. Do you have access to the Internet right now?”
“Yes.”
“All right, then. Go ahead and type in our URL.”
Terri did as she was told.
“On the left hand side, you should see a link that says User Demo. Do you see it?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to click on that.”
Again, Terri did as she was told.
“I’m sending you a user name and password to your email account that you gave us. I want you to put that in.”
Again, Terri did as she was told and a new window opened up on her computer and suddenly, she was looking at a busy office with people walking around and with others talking on phones.
“Do you see the office,” Ron asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s us. Do you see me? I’m the one waving at the camera.”
There was a man, third from the left who was waving at the camera. “Yes,” Terri said. “I see you.”
“That’s good,” Ron said and then Terri turned around and typed something on the computer in front of him and suddenly, the window went dark.
“Hey,” Terri exclaimed. “What happened?”
“We value our security just as much as you value yours,” the man said. “That was a temporary account for demonstration purposes only, but I’ve disabled your account to maintain our privacy. Now, Ms. Summers, would you like to see what Grandview Security can do for you?”
Terri was impressed and she was definitely willing to talk. An appointment was made and Ron and a security man had come out from Grandview Security. The security man had shown her where the best places for the cameras would be and had even shown her on a laptop what the pictures would look like, and when that was done, it was time for her and Ron to talk numbers.
It wasn’t nearly as expensive as she’d thought it would be, Terri thought. There was a nominal fee for the installation and after that, a basic monthly fee pretty much covered everything else. “So,” Ron had said. “You’ve seen what we got. Do you think you’d like to do business with us?”
Closing the deal had come very easily after that, and soon, Terri had her new security system and a renewed feeling of security in the house where she lived. She’d log in just for grins to see that everything was fine and every time it was, she’d log herself back off, secure in the fact that her home was safe and sound.
And that was how it happened. She was sitting at work and she was bored. She had some time on her hands so just for grins, she went over to Grandview’s web site and she logged in.
It wasn’t like she actually expected to see anything. It was after all, just a way to verify for herself that the system was working fine. She logged in to the security company’s web site, typed in her user name and her password, and ...
And there was someone in her house.
It was a man and a woman. Who the hell were these people?
The woman had her back to the camera but she had a pretty good look at the man. Kind of young, she thought, and thin, too. Almost gangly, one might say. Dark hair. Tall. If it weren’t for the fact that he was in her house, she might have found him attractive, but ...
But who the hell were these people?
She still couldn’t see the bitch, but Terri could see the bitch was stylishly dressed. Black skirt, white blouse, heels. Hell, it was the type of stuff that she wore to the office every single day, Terri told herself. This was the type of woman that she might run into every single day, except ... except that the bitch was in her house.
The tow of them were moving towards the bedroom and quickly, Terri switched cameras. There they were, coming into the bedroom. The man was holding a bottle of champagne. The woman was snuggled up against his shoulder.
Champagne, Terri thought. What the hell! They almost looked as if they might have wandered away from some party somewhere but no one was having a party in her house.
The woman pushed the man onto the bed and she stood there before him as she started to undress. Damn it, Terri thought. She still couldn’t see the bitch’s face.
But she could see the man and it was clear what he was seeing. The woman had taken off her blouse and Terri could see she was wearing a little, black bra, and if what her arms were doing were any indication, she had to be fondling her tits.
The bra suddenly hung loosely and Terri knew what just had to have happened. The woman must have unhooked it, Terri told herself.
The man wanted to touch her but the woman playfully slapped his hand away. Even without seeing the other woman’s face, Terri knew the other woman wanted to have the man sit there and watch.
The other woman’s hands were moving to her skirt and Terri couldn’t help but watch as the other woman ran her zipper down and wriggled her hips to take that skirt down.
Her panties were black and they matched her bra. Damn, Terri thought in spite of herself. It was kind of hot watching the bitch do what she was doing and what made it even hotter was that the bitch had no idea that she was even being watched.
The woman’s hands played with her tits as her body swayed in front of the man. Even without seeing her face or hearing her voice, Terri knew. It was clear what the bitch wanted. She wanted the man to watch but she didn’t want him to touch. She only wanted him to watch.
Terri could only imagine what was happening. The woman was probably squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples. Yeah, she thought. That’s what she would do if it were her.
The woman was moving again. This time, she let the bra finally fall free and then her hands were on her waist and Terri knew what was coming next. Do it, she thought. Come on, do it.
And the bitch did do it. She slid her panties down.
The bitch stepped out of her panties and now she was moving forward. She shoved the man back, pushing him even farther onto the bed and then her body was moving forward and she was straddling his lap and she ... oh geez, she was straddling his lap.
She was pushing herself forward. She was shoving her tits against his face. Instinctively, it seemed, the man’s hands came up and he grabbed hold of her ass, and this time, the bitch didn’t stop him. It seemed that this time, she wanted him to grab hold of her ass.
Terri wished she could hear. Video only was fine for surveillance but she really wanted to hear what was going on.
The bitch was reaching down and Terri was sure she knew what was going to happen next. Sure enough, there was the bitch’s hand, taking hold of the man’s cock. She was stroking him. She was making sure he was ready for her.
He was definitely ready.
She brought the head of his cock between her legs and for a moment there, everything there just seemed to freeze. Come on, Terri thought. Come on, do it.
The bitch couldn’t possibly have heard her but that didn’t seem to matter because after a moment, the bitch pushed herself down on the man’s cock.
Terri couldn’t help but moan as she watched this. This was so hot, she told herself. She should call someone. She knew that. There were people in her house. She should call the police and yet all it seemed that she could do was sit here and watch as the bitch rode the man’s cock.
If the way her butt was bouncing up and down, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Terri stifled the urge to moan. She could see why the bitch was enjoying herself. If it were her, she knew she would be.
Terri hadn’t even realized that she’d pulled up her skirt and that she was letting her fingers play between her legs. Come on, she urged the other woman. Come on. Do it. Fuck him. Fuck him harder.
Almost as if in response to Terri’s yearning, the bitch on screen seemed to fuck the man even harder.
Terri rubbed herself even harder. Come on, she urged the woman. Come on. Do it. Make him cum.
Again, it seemed as if the on screen woman seemed to react to what Terri wanted. Terri wasn’t sure exactly how she knew but she knew the man just had to be cumming and even as she knew that, she could feel her pussy react to what the man was doing. She could feel her pussy begin to cum.
And she wasn’t the only one. There was something about the way the woman reacted. Terri wasn’t sure what it was but even as she felt her own pussy cumming, she knew the bitch on screen was cumming, too.
She was a greedy, little bitch, Terri thought. She wanted the man’s cock. She wanted it all for herself.
She was kissing the man. One, two, three times, and then once more, and then she was pulling herself up off of the man’s cock.
She kissed the man again and then she got up off the bed and she was picking up her clothes and she was putting them on, and the man was doing the same.
She should be calling someone, Terri thought. They’re going to get away, and yet as far as she could tell, other than breaking and entering and putting on one hell of a show, they hadn’t done anything, and besides, she found herself reluctant to look away.
And that was when the bitch turned around and Terri got the surprise of her life. The woman was her, or at least it looked a whole hell of a lot like her. In fact, it looked like a carbon copy of her.
What the hell was going on here? Who the hell was that, and yet even as she wondered these things, she had almost no time to ponder them because even as she was wondering them, she watched the man and the woman leave her house without doing anything else.
Terri stared at the now-empty room. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen. How could the woman on the screen have been her.
The answer, of course, was that it wasn’t her. It couldn’t be because she was there watching it, and yet ... and yet, the woman looked like her. The woman looked enough like her to be her twin. Right down to her very mannerisms, she looked so much like her.
But, of course, it wasn’t her.
So what the hell was she supposed to do. The people weren’t in her house anymore and just to make sure, she scanned all the screens. They definitely weren’t there anymore so she couldn’t really call the police, could she?
No, she couldn’t call the police so she called the security company instead. “Grandview Security,” said the operator on the other end of the line. “How may I direct your call?”
That stopped her. What was she supposed to say? “Hi. I just looked in on my house and I saw someone fucking someone who looked just like me? Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“Hello,” asked the girl on the other end of the line.
“Oh, um, hi. I have one of your systems, and ... and I’ve got some questions about it. I was wondering if there was someone I could talk to.”
“Certainly, ma’am. Do you have the name of the salesperson who was helping you?”
“Yes, I do. It was Ron Naylor.”
“Would you like me to connect you to Ron or is there someone else you’d like to talk to?”
“Yes. Could you connect me with Ron.”
“I’ll connect you to Ron,” the operator said. “Please hold.”
As frazzled as she was, Terri didn’t even care that she was suddenly made to listen to some crappy music as she was made to wait. In fact, as frazzled as she was, she hardly heard it at all.
“This is Ron,” said a man’s voice.
“Oh geez, Ron. Thank god you’re there.”
Ms. Summers,” the man asked. “Is that you?”
“Yes, Ron. It’s me. It’s Terri.”
“What can I do to help you, Ms. Summers?”
Now that was a very good question, Terri realized. What did she need him to do? She couldn’t really tell him she’d seen herself fucking on screen, could she?
“Ms. Summers? Are you there?”
“I’m still here, Ron. Ron, I think there might be a problem with my system.”
“A problem with your system? What seems to be the matter? Is it a problem with the picture quality?”
No, it definitely wasn’t a problem with that. The picture quality had been great.
“Ms. Summers?”
“It wasn’t the picture quality,” Terri said, “but I saw something that I just couldn’t possibly have seen.”
“Really? What’d you see?”
Terri wasn’t going to answer that. “Is there a ... is there some kind of playback mechanism on the cameras?”
“Yes, of course. We keep them for up to a week for our clients to review, and if there is a break-in, they’re available for turning over to the police. I thought we went over that.”
They had gone over that, Terri remembered. “Am I ... I mean, I was online a few minutes ago. Is it possible I was looking at a tape and not a live feed?”
“I doubt that, Ms. Summers. You’d have to explicitly ask for a tape. Why?”
What was she saying, Terri asked herself. The woman in her bedroom wasn’t her and yet, she knew it was, but even if it was, she had no idea who the man was.
“Ms. Summers,” the salesman asked again.
“Listen, I thought I saw something,” Terri said. “I was wondering if ... I mean, could you ... could you check the tapes?” Terri asked. “I can give you the time exactly.”
“You can do that yourself,” the salesman said.
“I know,” Terri said, “but I’m not sure I trust myself. I’d really like a second pair of eyes on it.”
Terri could hear the man sigh on the other end of the line. “All right,” the man said finally. “What are the times?”
“It was between 1:30 and 2:00 this afternoon, and it was in the master bedroom.”
“All right, and what am I looking for?”
“I want to know if you see any people there.”
“People?” Ron asked. “Shouldn’t that be rather obvious. I don’t know why you’d need my help for that.”
“Please, Ron. I’d really like you to look.”
“All right. I’ll look. I won’t be able to get to it right away though. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine, Ron, but this is really bugging me. I really need someone else to take a look.”
“All right,” the man said. “1:30 to 2. The master bedroom. I’ll look into it and I’ll get back to you later today. How’s that?”
“That would be great, Ron, and Ron, I really appreciate this, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the man said. “I’ll get back to you later today.”
“Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Try as she might, Terri just couldn’t seem to refocus herself on the work before her. She couldn’t wait to see what it was that Ron was going to see. She got a call back from him late in the day just before she was about to leave.
“I don’t know what the deal is,” the man said finally.
“What?”
“Why’d you have me look at that?” Ron asked.
“I ... I don’t know what you mean. What’d you see there?”
“I didn’t see anything,” Ron said. “I don’t know what your deal is but I have a job to do and I don’t have time to watch an empty room.”
“An empty room,” Terri said. “But ... but what about the people having sex?”
“What people having sex?”
“The ones in my bedroom. You mean you didn’t see anything?”
“I didn’t see nothing,” the man grumbled. “People having sex would have been more interesting than what I saw.”
“You’re sure you didn’t see anything?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Listen ... you really thought you saw people having sex?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“I ... I don’t know what to say,” the man said.
“Yeah,” Terri said with resignation. He didn’t have to say anything else. It was clear what he thought but Terri knew what she’d seen. So what if no one else believed her. She knew what she’d seen. Someone had been in her house.
It became almost an obsession with her. She was going to prove it. She was going to prove what she saw had really happened. Of course, there really was no way to do that. Whoever it was who’d been there had seemingly left without a trace, but maybe they’d come back, Terri told herself and so she kept logging on more and more often, hoping against hope that she’d find the people in her house again, and every time, she saw nothing but an empty house.
That is until she saw something else.
It was almost a week after the first time she’d seen the people in her house and suddenly, there they were again. Well, not them exactly, Terri thought. She had a good view of the man and he was definitely different from the one that had been there before, but it wasn’t him that Terri was interested in. It was her. It was the one that was riding his cock.
Terri couldn’t see the girl clearly but the one from the time before had looked like a carbon copy of her and this one looked like she might be the same.
The man certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. There was no audio with the video but Terri didn’t need it. She knew what she was seeing.
But it was the girl. It was the girl that Terri needed to see but she was riding the man’s cock and that meant she had enough of her back to the camera.
Damn it. She needed more.
Terri picked up her phone and she dialed her home number. The phone beside her bed had to be ringing but if it was, neither of the people on the bed seemed to notice it.
One ring, then two, and three, and finally, it went over to voice mail.
Terri hung up as she watched the people on the screen. She had to know. She punched in the number again.
One ring.
A second ring.
And then the most incredible thing. The woman sitting atop of the man’s cock reached for the phone. “Hullo,” Terri heard.
“Who’s this?” Terri asked.
“This is ... this is ... oh fuck, this is Terri,” moaned the woman on the other end of the line. “Who’s this?”
It couldn’t be, Terri told herself. It couldn’t be, and yet ... and yet, the other woman did sound like her, but it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be and yet ...
The other woman had dropped the phone but the line was still open and Terri could still hear. “Oh yeah,” the woman moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Give it to me. Come on. Do it. Give it to me.”
If she was sure of nothing else, Terri was sure that the man was going to do exactly that.
“Come on. You know I want it. Come on. Do it.”
Terri found herself watching transfixed. She knew what was going to happen but she had to watch anyway.
“I know what you want,” the on-screen woman said. “You want to do it. You want to cum in my pussy and I want you to do it. I want it, too. I want you to do what you want. I want to feel your cum between my legs.”
The man groaned and Terri knew. He was cumming just as the other woman had told him to do and Terri knew something else, too. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she was sure the other woman really did like having the man come between her legs.
And that was when the on-screen woman picked the receiver up off the covers and she returned it to its cradle but not before she looked back at the camera for one final instant and Terri couldn’t help but gasp. The woman on screen was her.
It was a week later and Terri was in her home office staring at her empty bedroom once again. It seemed as if she’d been doing that a lot, but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself from doing it. How could she have seen herself here, she wanted to know.
It was weird, she thought. She wasn’t sure what it was she wanted to see. Was it that she wanted to make sure her bedroom was still empty or was it something else. Did she really secretly hope that she’d see another encounter with the person who was her and yet was not her.
Terri pulled her skirt up and she let her hand slide between her legs. It seemed as if she’d been doing that a whole lot, too. Of course, that was easier, too. It seemed as if she hardly wanted to wear anything at all these days. People had begun to notice and yet she seemed to keep dressing herself in less and less.
She picked up the phone and then wondered why she’d done that and she put it back. She’d meant to call someone but she couldn’t remember who.
Without even thinking, she picked up the phone again and then after a moment of hesitation, she punched in a number.
The call was answered. “Hello, Terri.”
Terri didn’t even question how it was that the voice on the other end of the line knew her name. “Hello,” she said.
“We’ve been waiting for you to call.”
They were waiting for her, Terri thought.
“It’s time you earned your way,” the voice said.
“Earned my way?” Terri asked.
“Did you get the package we sent you?”
“Package?”
“The webcam. Did you get the webcam and did you set it up, Terri.”
Oh that, Terri thought. She’d wondered who had sent that to her. “Yes, I got it.”
“Did you set it up?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re all ready to go, Terri.”
All ready to go, Terri wondered and yet even as she thought it, she knew the voice was right. She was all ready to go.
“You know what to do, Terri. Do a good job and earn us lots of money.”
She’d do a good job, Terri thought as she hung up the phone.
She logged onto the site. She didn’t know how it was that she knew her user name or password. It was just that she just seemed to know.
“EasyLover is now online,” the chat window said.
Already, guys were starting to enter her room. “You look hot today,” came a message from one visitor.
“You’re new here,” said another.
“I want to see your titties,” said a third.
She loved this, EasyLover thought as she typed in her replies. Now, all she needed to get one of these guys to take her into a private session where she could really show what she could do and where she could really start making some real money.
“Would you look at that,” Ron Naylor said.
“What’s that?”
“The hits on EasyLover are already starting to take off and it’s only her first day on the job.”
Ron shook his head. “It’s more than that. I can tell. She’s a natural.”
His colleague didn’t argue the fact. After all, Ron had been right quite a bit of the time.
Ron looked at the girl who had once been Terri. She still was, of course, but she was just as much EasyLover now as she was Terri. It wouldn’t be long, he told himself, before she was bringing guys back to her house and letting them fuck her brains out.
It was amazing really. She’d come to him only weeks before, scared that someone was going to break into her house and now here she was, the newest live cam starlet, ready to do anything for anyone who was willing to pay the freight, and all it took were a few embedded messages that made her kept coming back for more and more conditioning. Seeing herself get fucked was only the first step, but now here she was.
It was amazing.
Ron looked up at the cute, little Asian girl that was being led towards his desk and he grinned at his colleague. “You know, as good as Terri is, this one right here might do even better.”
His colleague knew enough not to argue with that. Ron might not be right, but he was right often enough.