He set up the wireless connection from the camera to the router in the hallway using the code he’d photographed. Then he tested it on his phone app and confirmed it worked. As long as the camera remained connected to the router, he could download recorded footage via the app.
Cole stood by the main bedroom door and studied the walls. The best vantage point would be in the corner above him. He dragged a chair in from the office and stood on it. Using a handheld drill and a wall plug, he screwed a holding bracket into the corner. Then he switched the camera on and fixed it into the bracket. He fiddled with his phone and opened the new app. Several seconds later, an image of the bedroom showed on his phone. Yes. Get in there.
He wandered around the bedroom and pushed the ensuite door. It squeaked as he opened it. He whistled as he looked about. Then he regretted not getting a second camera for the bathroom, but a motion detector in a bathroom would be too out of place.
Back in the bedroom, he pulled open a drawer of neatly folded tops and T-shirts. Another held accessories, bands, belts and pendants. The next had bras, and the last contained a myriad of underwear. He pulled several out, removed a glove and felt them with his hands. Cotton and silk. Thongs and panties. He brought a pair to his nose and smelled them. Fabric conditioner. He selected a bottle of perfume from the table and sprayed it over the underwear in his hand. He sniffed again. Better.
Even though he knew he was alone, he glanced around. Then feeling like a pervert, he shoved the underwear back and shut the drawer.
Over by the bed, he switched on the clock radio and snorted at the high volume. Alice must be a heavy sleeper or had crap hearing. The sound grated, and he switched it off. He reached for the drawer in the bedside table, but as he went to open it, a chill ran down his spine. The doorbell rang. Who the...?
Then the hall door opened. He stopped dead and checked the time. Shit. He’d been in the house over an hour. Voices drifted from the hall. Cole hurried out of the bedroom and ducked into the office. Then he remembered he’d left the chair and his bag in the bedroom. Shit again. He listened to the voices. “Hello? Anyone home? This is Mark from Beauchamps Estates. I’m here with a client. Hello?”
A girl giggled. “No-one’s here, Marky. They must have forgotten to set the alarm is all.”
“Shh, Hannah.” Then louder. “Hello?”
Hannah shouted, “Is there anybody here?” A moment’s silence followed, and Hannah’s giggles broke it. “See,” she said. “We’re all alone.”
“Yeah, wanna make sure that idiot who booked the viewing didn't show up here.”
“Why? He doesn't have a key. Right?”
“I know. Gonna check anyway. Then we can have our fun.”
Cole heard doors open and close downstairs. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs. “This turns me on,” Hannah said. “Oooh. I’m so wet and horny Marky, I’m gonna have to change my undies.”
“Come on,” Flanagan laughed. “Let’s have ‘em off in their bedroom.”
Cole looked around the office. Flanagan would check the upstairs rooms like he had done downstairs. Fuck this. The wardrobe was his only hope. He slipped in, taking care to make no noise. He pulled the doors over and hid behind the hanging dresses. With each rapid breath he took, the sweet scent of Alice Madsen filled his nostrils. But the smell soured in the face of the hammering in his chest and the growing sheen of sweat that covered him.
He could hear the girl giggling outside on the landing, and he peered through the crack in the doors. The second bedroom door opened. Then the main bathroom. He heard the thump of approaching footsteps. Through the gap, he saw Flanagan enter the office, look around and leave.
Their voices carried from the main bedroom. “I want you to fuck me so hard, Marky. But first I gotta pee.” The ensuite door creaked.
Cole stood upright in the wardrobe for several minutes, then he heard more giggles followed by the swish of falling clothes. Although this wasn't the field test he’d imagined, he pulled out his phone, tapped on it and brought up the view of the camera he’d installed. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but grin. He watched them throw the last of their clothes to the floor. Hannah was a fit bird. Although on closer inspection, she was a hairy one. Her dark bush was like an overgrown privet hedge in need of a serious cutback. He hoped Alice would have more class.
Hannah grabbed Flanagan by the balls and pulled him towards the chair. She sat down and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Cole grinned further as he saw he packed more punch than Flanagan. Then Hannah pushed him away and ran from the room.
Cole peeked through the crack between the wardrobe doors. To his horror, she ran into the office and turned around to face the pursuing Flanagan. He jumped on her and the two of them fell against the wardrobe, rocking it. Cole had to steady himself with one hand. She laughed and wriggled free from his grasp and out of Cole’s view.
“Come on then, Stud Boy. Your turn. Eat me.”
“Eew. No way. You just had a piss.”
“So what?”
“It will be, like, all over you down below.”
“I’ll use their shower.”
“No way. It’s bad enough we’re doing it in their house.”
“You’re no fun. You gotta take a risk or two. Makes me hornier. Anyway, no one’s caught us yet.”
“Be quick. Okay? Then I’ll eat you out.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Come on, Stud Boy. You’re coming with
