The next few days I was pretty busy. On top of a lot of schoolwork I'd been neglecting I also started doing research on how to hack CCTV cameras -- which honestly didn't sound all that hard, depending on the make and model involved. If Delight had spent money on a high-end or even middle-ground but modern system we were probably screwed. But this wasn't a jewellery or bank; it was a sleazy strip club with semi-legal back rooms. They probably just wanted the cameras in case there was a fight or to make sure drug dealing wasn't going behind closed doors, so it was a good bet they were on the cheaper side.
Of course, if they'd gone
way
cheap or hadn't changed cameras since the 90s we might be screwed, too. But it seemed like Delight had opened up ten years or so ago, so probably their cameras dated from around then, which should be fine.
There was only so much research I could do in general without knowing what to expect, but I could at least get a list of manufacturers that were easier or harder to break into. There were only one or two which seemed like they might be dead ends, the rest should be doable. Again, depending on the model. So I at least knew somewhat what to look for going in.
I also had to talk to Harriet.
She came by the house on Tuesday evening after class and mom and her sat down in the kitchen and talked in slightly stilted tones while I prepared a thumb drive. I came out in the kitchen and Harriet looked at me horribly embarrassed as I explained what she needed to.
"Shane has a laptop?"
"Yes."
"Good. Make sure it's on -- doesn't matter if he's logged in or not but it has to be on -- and plug this into it." I handed her the USB stick. "Leave it in for five minutes and then take it out."
"That's it?"
"That's it. You don't have to do anything else."
"Okay." Harriet turned to look at my mom. I'll do my best." As she did I noticed two things: One, my friend Lee was right -- Harriet did have a
killer
body. MILF category, for sure.
Except I had a
literal
MILF already.
She had an hourglass-figure with wide hips and an ass that screamed for a good fucking. Her breasts were smaller than mom's, for sure, though bigger than Ade's.
She wore her greying, blonde hair in a short cut, her hair only barely going past her ears and suddenly I realized that mom's plan appealed to me quite a lot. She looked like a hot, stuck-up bitch and even though I knew she was a huge slut deep down, the thought of fucking her hard and roughly was very, very appealing.
The second thing I noticed was that again, she was lying. I can't explain it, but I knew it. She wasn't going to go through with it.
That's alright.
I thought.
We're gonna make her.
By Thursday evening Harriet had already started making excuses. 'He's been so hard to reach', 'I've been too busy with work' and 'He's not responding to my messages'. That last one I
knew
to be a lie. In fact, after that little hiccup last week, Shane and Harriet had gotten on civil terms again. I wasn't 100% sure what their relationships prior to all this had been like but they had at least partially made nice. Going back through their historic text messages they had certainly been more... intense in the past, but they were back on civil terms again now. And Shane was responding to her just fine.
So, as I'd suspected Harriet was at best dragging her feet and at worst didn't have the guts or the desire to go through with her and mom's plan. Which meant our backup plan was the way to go.
"I booked a slot tomorrow night." Ade said as we finished dinner while mom and I cleared the table.
"Slot for what?" I asked, my mind on other things.
"At Delight."
"Oh. What for?"
"There are booths in the back with gloryholes, that's what I usually do." I processed this.
"Do you do that a lot?" Mom glanced at me with a sly grin.
"Wouldn't you like to know, perv?" Ade said, but then admitted that she did it every now and then; a few times a year when the mood struck her.
"What do you?" Mom asked, casually. Ade was quiet for a long time before answering.
