A cacophony of noises sprang from the street, people talking, horns blaring, traffic going by, all accented by the flashing neon lights of the city. ... was as ready as I ever would be, but I savored the jumble of the city for a moment longer before I picked up my purse and quickly stepped out of the car. Alone, I was taking a chance, but nobody knows me here, and I felt safe enough, and as I walked down the sidewalk, I felt myself getting primed for the adventure of my life.My name is Jeff,. Had a few more beers and then I handed him my phone . I opened a folder with 10 pictures and 3 videos of her. The pictures where her walking to the bathroom after a fuck, getting changed, and one of her laying on the bed face down and legs spread. I had snuck all of these when she wasn't looking . The videos were of her getting out of the shower, and toweling off. I had set my phone on the counter recording her every move. He thumbed through the pics and videos and started adjusting his pants. Until then you can look thru the crack of the door and jack off to keep it hard.” He scurried aroud and did what I said. The door to the back bedroom was open just a crack and I knew he was already peeping thru and pulling his dork. There was a light knock on the front door and I put my cock back in my pants but left my zipper down. I opened it and peeked thru the narrow opening. “What can I do for ya lady?” I asked the pretty woman staring at her big fat tits all the while I talked to. You become friends with this guy and he might hook you up with some connections,’ Ben says, lighting a cigarette. ‘I’m not counting on it,’ I say. ‘I agree with Ben. This job will give you an inside look into the life of a celebrity. You can even write about him without him knowing it. Sort of like an undercover journalist assignment.’ ‘Right, and betray this man’s trust? I couldn’t live with myself.’ ‘Then journalism is the wrong profession for you,’ Ben says matter-of-factly. ‘Journalists.