Drone
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Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
“Right. There will only be three or four people at the locker at any one time – customers, Jake, and Mick. With red hair he shouldn’t be that hard to find.”
At eight o’clock we parked next to the deserted factory. Matt launched the drone and set it to hover two hundred feet above us. He pointed at the well-lit, fenced in area on the other side of the railroad tracks. “Look at the storage units over there, Jason. Now look on the iPad.” He held the controller so I could see. “Watch.” He flew toward the drop point. “See that car leavin’ the property?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet he was the eight o’clock appointment. Hmm. There’s Mick’s truck just inside the gate.” He panned the camera to the left. “There. See?” He zoomed in on a large man leaning against the side of a car near one of the units. “That’s Mick, talkin’ to Jake.”
The image on the iPad showed a big man with red hair and beard, playing with a hunting knife. Jake stood a few feet away. A car pulled into the lot, its headlights illuminating the blacktop near the two men for an instant, and then parked near Mick’s truck. A man got out and walked toward Jake and Mick.
“Who’s he?” I asked.
“Probably the eight-fifteen guy. Yeah, look. He raised both hands to show he’s not armed. Mick’s pattin’ him down. There. See? The dude gave Jake an envelope.”
Jake counted the cash and pointed to a spot where the buyer couldn’t see inside the storage unit door. When the buyer took his position, Jake disappeared inside. In a moment, he came out with two large bags and placed them on the hood of his car. He beckoned to the customer who joined Jake to inspect the merchandise. “Phones,” Matt said. “Looks like about two dozen. That’s quite a haul. I’m gonna park the drone over ‘em now so we can drive to the yard for my appointment.”
I got in the back seat and hid under a blanket.
Matt waited until the previous buyer left and then drove across the tracks and through the gate to the storage facility. “I’m gonna park where the other guy did,” Matt said. “Mick’s truck is on our right.” He shut off the engine. “The drone’s still in place. Here’s the controller.”
The view on the iPad showed Matt walking toward the locker, hands in the air. Mick patted him down, and then Jake shook his hand. An exchange of cash and merchandise, and Matt walked back to the car. He took the controller from me. “How much battery life do we have? Oh, good. Stay down. I’m gonna leave the drone parked up there and drive back to the factory. It will look pretty funny if they don’t see my car leave now.”