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The Barnetts
Kelly and Tony Barnett live next door to me. I got to know them the
first day they moved in. She was in her mid-twenties and he is a few
years older. Tony works as a manager in the big city 30 miles away.
The name of the company looks respectful but his position was hardly
high enough to afford them their house. The neighborhood is the better
part of the town and houses here cost at least half-million dollars a
piece. So I was really surprised to learn that Kelly landed a job as
the supervisor at a local bakery-cafe. I'm not saying they must be
dealing drugs or something like that but the number didn't add up. The
mystery was solved once I knew her madam name. Her father is a pretty
wealthy businessman turned politician. The house is actually the
wedding gift from her parents. To Tony's credit, he is no wimps at
all. Graduated from Yale with an MBA, five years in the company and
people inside the company were already regarding him as the rising
star. They would have been able to buy that house with their own money
in a few years. But well-to-do parents never hurt, right?
Within weeks after they settled in, I'd most of their schedules
figured out. Why? You ask. Because Kelly is really a looker. Five-ten,
one thirty pounds is a bit on the skinny side but I LOVE the long,
shapely legs. The hip is not too wide but cute. I could hardly resist
the impulse to touch it. If you are really picky, her chest might not
be big enough, but I like the pointing nipples on top of the 36B
breasts. Her face is attractive and impeccable. The pair of eyes shine
innocent invitation when she looks at you. She wears her blonde hair
past the shoulders, sometimes makes a bun for more formal occasions.
Tony is really a lucky s.o.b. just for his wife. As a young, white,
professional couple, they blend in the neighborhood quite well. She
got up and went out for her five-mile jogging 6:30 everyday. He left
house for work around 7:20 after breakfast with her. Her job is just
twenty minutes away so she wouldn't dress up and leave until 8:00.
Sometimes she worked the evening shift and ran errands in the morning.
He usually came home around 7:00 but late hours were not unusual. She
returned home no latter than 5:30 for usual days but the evening-shift
kept her at work until 11:00. If they were both home and the weather's
nice, they'd have a walk in the woods adjacent to our back yards, but
I've seen him strolls alone.
By now you should know I enjoy prying on people, especially pretty
women. I have had practiced this for as long as I can remember. Ever
since I found out I could peek at my forth grade teacher's crotch by a
small mirror, I've never been anywhere without my trusty mirror.
Recently I make a small fortune on business and I have all sorts of
equipment for this hobby. Binoculars, high-power birding telescopes,
hidden cameras, cam-corders, night-vision gizmos, you name it, I
probably own a few of them. Although I do not have any formal training
in Electronics, years of experience has made me pretty handy around
hardware. I even built some stuffs myself out of necessity.
As any decent voyeur would know: you'll get caught eventually.
It's only a matter of time before you're busted. I certainly have my
share of embarrassment and scare during my life. Of course I'm not
going to give it up, I turn mature. The first rule is never, NEVER,
shit at where you eat. Your neighborhood maybe very convenient for you
but if you get busted, there is a very high probability that someone
will know you personally and the home-court advantage will be against
you instantly. I've learned this the hard way so now I only do this at
public places away from home. Trespass is also a no-no, they property
owner might fire a shot gun at you the second you're spotted.
Sometimes I'll take the advantages when I visit my clients out of town
but I make sure I leave no track and there's no pattern to be
predicted. So the only thing I did to the Barnetts was setting-up the
surveillance camera pointing at their house from one of my bedroom
windows and watched the tapes, most of them fast-forwarded. This
sounds boring but it's just to satisfy my curiosity, nothing more. And
the fact that Kelly sometimes walked around inside their house with
less than decent clothes did not dishearten me, either.
OK, if this is all I did then I wouldn't have had this story. It
was about three months after they moved in that one of my younger
sisters, Tina, visited me. The visit was not unusual by itself since
some of my family members do come to my house from time to time. Tina
is the youngest sibling I have. She was still in college at that time.
I treated her well and she could really use the pocket money I gave
her. So it is natural for her to escape her cramped dorm room once in
a while to the big brother's place. That was a day Kelly worked late
and I was in my studio rewinding the video tape, knowing the camera
wouldn't get any thing worth seeing for another four, five hours. At
that time I noticed, from the surveillance camera on the other side of
my house, Tony, Mr. Barnetts, was walking toward our house. At first I
thought he needed to borrow something from me, as this happened before
but soon I found he had something in his hands. I rushed to the
surveillance site and grabbed my night-vision binoculars to have a
good look. It's just my hunch, but it does take a voyeur to spot
another. Finally Tony stopped at about 30 feet from my second-floor
bathroom window. Now I understood, he's peeking at Tina taking a bath,
and video-taping it. You see I have a luxurious bathtub in that
bathroom right by the large window. Since that side of my house is
facing the dense wood across my back yard, I've never bothered closing
the blind. It was a funny scenario because I did stuffs like this
myself. I wasn't angry or anything like that. It was actually kind of
frustrating feeling I had at that time. He was so careless. Certainly
he could use some advises from me to improve his chance of surviving
the world. Maybe I should invite him to my studio and teach him a
lesson sometime. If he kept on doing this his way, one of my other
neighbors is going to spot him and things will turn ugly. I shook my
head and sighed. I didn't care too much about Tony but I hated to see
Mrs. Barnett forced to move out here because of her stupid husband's
hobby. It's the thought about Kelly sparked my other idea. A plan
quickly formed inside my head. I raised my own cam-corder and recorded
about 10 minutes of footage showing Tony pointing his camera at my
bathroom. I made sure his face is clear through the night-vision lens.
By the time he retreated to his house, details of my evil project
started to emerge.
Over the next months, I made sure I have every part of my plan
ready. First is more films and pictures showing Tony as Peeping Tom. I
was going to blackmail him, and I needed solid evidences. Next I set
up a video camera inside their kitchen to capture their code for
dis-alarming the security system. Look it's a bit of lucky on my side
but I found out Kelly didn't enable the security system when she left
for her morning jog. It's only minutes before Tony got up and entered
the kitchen to make coffee anyway, but a couple of minutes is all I
need. As I said earlier, I don't usually do this but I figured I had
enough stuff to silence Tony even if I run into him in their own
kitchen. The camera was put inside a box similar to the one they store
their candles on top of the cabinet. Once Kelly was out of the sight I
went in and swapped the boxes. The box was fitted with a camera with
lens focused on the keypad by the door. The timer would kick in to
make the camera alive around the time Kelly came back from work. The
next day I'd sneak in the same way, swapped the boxes back. To make
sure I got the right code, I repeated this five times until I was
absolutely sure about the code. Now I can enter their house at will.
The keys? Ha! Who needs keys when my scanner had already reproduced
their garage-door opener!
The key point, I figure, about a successful blackmail is to
understand your targets well. Having a piece of evidence that can be
held against them is not enough to capitalize the maximum gain. I
planted several wireless mini-microphones in their house. Bedroom is
of primary interest so I put two by their bed. Kitchen, living room,
the study and the telephone are all bugged. After this was done, I
could sit in my studio and tune in their house for real-life soap
opera! A few times I listened to the stereo sound coming from their
bedroom when they were making love and felt stereo sound plus
imagination is more erotic than video broadcasting. They made love
frequently. Most of the episodes had them telling each other their
fantasies. Believe it or not, over eighty percent of the time it's
Kelly that was vocal. Her fantasy usually had her forced to have sex
with some guy. Sometimes it's a new customer in her cafe, a masked man
follows her to her BMW at the parking lot, or her master had her
wearing French maid uniform to please his guests. Tony seems to be
turned on by these stories and would fuck her like crazy when she gave
the details about the sex. He would occasionally contribute his own
fantasy. Those from him, strangely, almost always have his wife being
raped or gang-banged by his peers. My name was brought out once but
she insisted him to stop that at once. That was really disappointing
for me, you know. Sometimes he would fantasize having sex with females
in his company. A few beautiful wives in our community were mentioned,
too. He has pretty good taste, I have to admit.
I kept a log about what their imaginary world in my computer.
After several weeks, the correlation was very obvious. Her stories
contain nobody that is identified. The only ones she knows of are her
husband and herself. The sex she had were all forced, or at least
unavoidable. Her husband, if appears in her fantasy, only has sex with
her. His stories, however, would have everyone clearly named. His wife
would have sex, voluntary or other wise, with almost every male
character he talked about.
When I felt I had all the pieces for my project, I waited for the
chance to present itself. The day finally arrived. It's Tina who paved
the road again for me. That was a day after her big exam. She came to
my place with one of her girlfriends, Betty, for a night's relief. I
cooked the dinner but made sure I didn't have flour when the pot was
already hot so I sent Tina to the Barnetts for a cup of all-purpose
flour. This was just to make sure he was aware of the girls'
appearance. After dinner, I excused myself to the studio and tuned
into my neighbor's channel. Once the light in my bathroom was on, Tony
told his wife he's taking out the garbage when Kelly was on the phone.
He quickly deposited the trash and headed to my bathroom window. I let
him watch for a couple of minutes before confronted him. At first he
tried to make an excuse but it's really hard to come up with a good
reason for being in the neighbor's yard with a cam-corder in the
night. I led him into my house to "settle" this. A few tapes and
pictures were enough to prove that I knew he had done this many times.
Tony was scared. I knew, and I was going to score.
It's really simple to him: he didn't have alternatives but
following my command. He had a great family and a promising career
that he couldn't risk ruining. He offered money and I accepted it. Why
refuse the free money? But I told him that what I was after is Kelly.
He was really scared and begged me not to harm his wife. I showed the
first step of my plan in front of him.
To be continued....
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