Now she knew better. She had known better for months now. Ever since she had caught him setting up a camera to catch her showering in the bathroom. ...It was funny to her; she was not creeped out by it. She found it amusing at first and then… well it had become more for her as well. She started touching herself when she knew he was watching, or that a camera he had placed would see her. She smiled. She knew she was being a bad girl. She was being a bad girl for him and it made her smile. She was right, though; at this rate, we had a better chance of an earthquake throwing those two together than of one of them making the first move. I walked toward the circulation desk, distracting Lynn in the middle of yet another of her furtive looks toward the periodical area."Can I help you?" she asked in a louder than usual voice as I neared the desk.I smiled and walked around the desk into the back office."Patrick?" Lynn called out.I returned with her coat, glancing over to see Mrs.. James shot the pose from every angle imaginable and consulted with the marketing firm rep before giving us new orders. Every twenty or thirty minutes, Rick had to go pump iron to keep his muscles looking huge."Okay, that's the picture they'll use for the younger-aged stuff like Seventeen, now they want more sultry." James posed us again, this time with my back pressed against Rick's chest, my breasts thrust out and my legs poised in an alluring, weak-kneed way. Fifty shots of that, then Rick. I couldn’t help them or myself. The best I could do was try and escape. Beyond Cheetah’s table was a large panel that lay open – the convenient ventilation shaft escape, right? Of course it meant crawling across the floor and squeezing into the dark murky stink beyond, but I did…and was gone. I knew it had been too easy, but at the time I didn’t care. I crawled along what was really a crawlspace between rooms, a gap between walls where techs laid out the electronics and power lines through the.