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(MF, nc, mast, voy, ws) *** 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? -------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 83