Maria crouched silently against the chimney, one foot easily bracing her weight against the steep slope of the roof. The night air was hot but a slight breeze rebounded through the woman's shadowy hiding place. One nice thing about these wealthy folks, she thought. They loved their fancy houses. The irregularly-shaped roofs offered dozens of spots where a woman with a camera could lurk totally unseen.
Moving with cautious speed, Maria slid her satchel around to her side. Two slight popping noises and the safety catch was released. From the depths of the black bag the photographer extracted a small clamp, shaped to fit over the apex of the roof. Quickly but quietly, the slim woman set the clamp against the roof and spun its dials until the device was firmly attached to the shingles. This accomplished, the nearly invisible photographer fished a lightweight camera from the satchel and snapped it into the base of the clamp. Finally, she unzipped her black vest halfway and reached inside for the lens. Its rough, textured casing scraped against the flesh of her breast as she pulled away the velcro straps which held the equipment to her vest. Licking her lips and smiling, Maria re-zipped the vest and gingerly put the lens in place. The device was the most delicate part of her equipment, containing a light intensifier as well as the powerful telescope. Maria definitely didn't want to chase it two stories to the ground.
Straddling the crux of the roof, Maria leaned forward and scooted her rear back until she was lying nearly horizontal. A quick look in the view finder showed that the couple next door had started early. She swore softly, one eye glinting off the weak light of the street light. The people at 5181 Ridgeway were her favorite subjects; she hated to miss any part of their performance. Sitting up, Maria quickly plugged two small wires into the camera. The first led to a small rubber cup which fitted perfectly over one eye and was held on by an elastic strap. The second was a remote shutter release. Smiling as the couple swam into focus, Maria leaned back and made herself comfortable against the chimney.
The blonde woman was already tied to the bed, face down and spread-eagled. She was nude, of course. Maria had never seen her with clothes still on. Towering over the bed was her husband, his erection looking almost as long as the flexible ends of his cat o' nine tails. He walked casually alongside the bed, trailing the ends of the whip against the trembling blonde's back.
Without warning, the cat cut through the air and smacked against the woman's quivering buttocks. Maria jumped herself, mirroring the bound wife. The camera whirred quietly. The whip moved aside and Maria snapped a few more frames of the reddened ass in the center of her view finder. Her only regret was the lack of sound.
The cat swung again, twice, and bright red lines appeared across the backs of the woman's thighs. The husband was obviously breathing hard; his free hand was pumping at his enormous cock. Maria, knowing the couple's routine, was disappointed. They'd started far earlier tonight than she'd expected.
The whip rose and fell three more times and the captive's beautiful ass was nearly glowing. A warm breeze brushed against the skin of Maria's neck and face. She wondered idly how warm her unknown subject's skin was by now. The man, however, didn't care. His cat lay abandoned on the floor, dropped in favor of his more personal tool. Moving quickly to the head of the bed, he was soon shooting milky streams of semen into his wife's hair. Maria's camera recorded the event gleefully, zipping through the roll of film.
When he was finished, the husband let out a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily. His wife was grinding her pelvis against the bed frantically, trying vainly to stimulate her clit against the smooth sheets. Erection gone, the man quickly found a large, knobbed vibrator and slid it into his wife with one fluid motion. She tensed abruptly as the machine thrust into her body, then began undulating her hips rhythmically. After flipping the small device on, the husband disappeared from the bedroom.
Maria pulled the eyepiece from her head, knowing that the performance was pretty much over for at least an hour or two. People were predictable, she'd learned. They might experiment every once in a while, but sooner or later they returned to their old sexual routines. Maria pulled a wide swath of black cloth across her nose and mouth as she prepared to depart. Always cautious, the mask would help prevent identification in the event someone caught a glimpse of her. Less than three minutes later the camera and accoutrements were returned to the satchel. Except for the lens, which was snuggled against her abdomen protectively. This accomplished, Maria reached inside her bra and teased one stiff nipple before closing her vest and descending from the roof like a voyeuristic angel.
* * * * *
"Private World Publications," said the voice on the phone.
"Doug Frazier, please," Maria requested. She reclined on the plush couch in her robe, revelling in the heat of the afternoon sun on her bare legs. Spread out across her lap were copies of her work from last week -- three small booklets.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"No." The dark-haired photographer was sure she detected a sigh from the secretary before she was placed on hold.
Doug's deep voice clicked on after a slight delay. "About time, Maria," he grumbled.
"How'd you know it was me?" asked Maria, smiling at the ritual greeting.
"'Cause you're the only one I know too rude to give your name!"
"I've got something for you to make up for it. Twenty-two somethings, as a matter of fact."
"Good. When are you going to come down here and wrap those beautiful legs around my head?"
"When I'm ready to break your neck," Maria answered.
Doug coughed and Maria heard the sound of a lighter being sparked. "Worth a try. I've got a special request for you, if you're working tonight."
"Of course!" replied Maria, wiggling her butt against the rough covering of the couch. Jogging and climbing had kept the photographer's legs and ass well-muscled. "What do you need?"
"A little island work."
Maria mulled over the request for a moment. "I think I can do it," she said finally. "How urgent is it?"
"Fast as you can," was the reply.