Chapter 8: Jacqui in the Buff

I used the extra time to get a scrambler for the transmitter that I put on this unit. A matching descrambler on my receiver brought in a nice clean image from Jacqui's PEEPER. A few more days of testing would optimize the receiver.

Jane had already spoken to Jacqui about my special radio receivers. Jacqui had come over to listen to Jane's radio and was eager to have one of her own. The camera was already removed from the PEEPER in Jane's room but I did manage to catch a very brief glimpse of Jacqui's pussy when she went to the bathroom. Jane came in while I was watching Jacqui and told me to take a hike until Jacqui left the house. Jane fingered herself as she watched Jacqui. I left for an hour walk.

Unbeknownst to Jane, I spoke with Jacqui several times in the next few days as I was finishing the PEEPER.

At last it was finished and tested. The PEEPER was complete and so were my plans for Jane and Jacqui. I knocked on Jane's bedroom door.

"Who's there?" Jane yelled.

"Eddy," I answered.

"Come in, Perv," said Jane.

I entered Jane's room to see her exercising in her panties and nothing else. She was doing sit-ups at a pace I could not hope to achieve.

"No point staring at my tits, Perv," said Jane. "There's not that much to see. What do you want?"

"Jacqui's radio is ready. When do you want to install it?"

Jane stopped her sit-ups. A hungry grin spread over her face.

"Good," she said. "Hand me the phone."

Jane wiped the sweat off her face and body as I handed her the phone. She dialed with one hand as she continued drying herself off. Now that I couldn't spy on her with the PEEPER, I was not going to waste any time that I had to look at her body. Jane just ignored me. She considered me a non-entity. She was no more embarrassed having me see her naked than she would be if the family cat was seeing her naked. I wasn't sure if I should be glad for the opportunity to see her or insulted at being ignored.

Jane was just finishing talking to Jacqui.

"O.K.," said Jane into the phone, "We'll be over in thirty minutes."

Jane hung up the phone and tossed it to me.

"Get the radio, Perv. We're going to Jacqui's to install it."

"Jane," I asked, "why is it that you don't mind my being in here with you when you are naked, but you won't allow me to watch you through the camera?"

"It's a matter of permission, Perv," said Jane. "Every second you are in my room looking at my pussy and tits, you are seeing them because I give you permission. I can withdraw that permission any time I want. Would you leave my room if I told you to?"

"Yes," I said.

"That's right," she said. "And I would be aware that you had left. If you're spying on me with that damn camera I wouldn't know if you were looking and if I did know that you were, I wouldn't be able to tell if you stopped when I asked you to. So if I ever catch you putting that camera back, I will cut off you balls and make you eat them. Understand, now?"

"Yes, I do now," I said. "But what about the camera that you want me to put in Jacqui's bedroom. Doesn't she have that same right of granting permission to be looked at?"

"That's different," she said as the lust appeared in her eyes again. "I want to see her."

She rationalized as well as I did.

Jane took off her panties and dropped them on her bed. She grabbed another pair of panties out of her dresser and turned to me. She rubbed her crotch suggestively as she grinned at me wickedly.

"Look quick, Perv," she said. This may be the last time I give you permission to look at my pussy."

Jane stepped into her panties. She slowly pulled them up to just below her crotch. When her crotch was covered she slipped her hand down over her pussy and fingered herself for a few seconds.

"God, you should see yourself," Jane said with a laugh. "You're practically drooling at the sight of my pussy."

Jane picked up the panties that she had dropped on the bed. She threw them to me and said. "Jack off, if you need to just be ready to go in ten minutes."

I wasn't sure she was serious. She still had her own hand in her crotch. The motion of her hand told me she was still fingering her clit. A faint blush began to appear on her chest as her nipples became flint hard with arousal.

I unzipped my pants to jack off into the still damp panties she had thrown to me. It didn't' take long to unload my cum into them to make them even soggier.

"Put your dick back in your pants," Jane said with contempt. "Then go rinse out my panties and hang them in the bathroom to dry. I'll decide later if I want them back. Meet me downstairs in five minutes."

I rinsed out the panties in my bathroom and then hung them on the towel rack to dry.

Jane met me downstairs in eight minutes. It was only one block to Jacqui's so we walked over to install the PEEPER.

Jane rang the bell when we arrived since I had my hands full carrying the PEEPER. Jacqui answered the door wearing black tights with a white thong bottom. Jacqui's enormous tits were doing their best to escape from a black sports bra. My dick was twitching already.

The sound of some exercise tape going in the living room told me that someone else had been exercising.

"Hi, Jacqui," said Jane breathlessly. "We brought your radio. Per. I mean Eddy came with me to make sure the installation is done properly."

"Come on in, Jane," said Jacqui. "You too, Eddy." she added as an afterthought.

I spent the next half-hour installing the PEEPER and running the antenna wire while Jacqui and Jane talked inanely of boys, clothes, makeup, and exercise. They also discussed their plans for that evening. A bar in a nearby town had a teen night once a month where the bar was closed but the dance floor was open for local teenagers to listen to music and dance as well as purchase very expensive sodas and snacks. Jane and Jacqui were going to go to the club to 'pick up some guys.'

The radio worked perfectly when I was done. The camera couldn't be tested until I got back home to turn on the receiver.

"I'm done," I told Jane and Jacqui. "I'm going to go home now to finish some work. I'll call you in about a half-hour after the radio warms up to make sure that it doesn't need any more adjusting."

Jacqui bought the story but Jane knew that this would be for a test and adjustments.

"Just make it a quick test," Jane said with a menacing edge to her voice.

"It'll be a short test," I said. "You'll see how good a job I did."

The receiver was already on when I got home. I had it tuned to Mom's bedroom but the room was empty. I tuned through all the other rooms to make sure that the receiver was working properly. I switched to Jacqui's bedroom.

Jacqui had stripped off the black tights and white thong. She was wearing the black sports bra and tight bikini briefs as she rummaged through her closet looking for something to wear. A blouse was lying on the bed next to two pair of slacks. Jane's eyes were glued to Jacqui's ass.

I tore my eyes from Jacqui's partially clad body. I started testing the camera controls. The camera could not quite pickup the corner of the room that led to Jacqui's bathroom. That could be fixed by having Jane turn the radio just a little bit to the left. The sound was coming in good. The picture was good. I took the descrambler out of the receiver to make sure that the signal was scrambled. It was. The picture snapped back in when I re-enabled the de-scrambler.

I called Jacqui's phone. Jane picked up the phone next to Jacqui's bed.

"Hello," Jane said.

"This is Eddy," I said into the phone. "Tell me that the radio seems to be working fine but that you can hear a little bit of static occasionally."

"Yes, Eddy," she said, "the radio seems to be working but there is some static occasionally."

"The door to the bathroom is not quite visible," I told Jane. "Turn the radio just a little to the left. I will let you know when it is aimed correctly."

Jane turned the PEEPER a shade too far.

"A little too far," I told her. "Back the other way just a cunt hair."

"You wish," she muttered.

Jane got it right that time.

"Perfect," I said. "Tell her to wear a nice black lacy bra with the red blouse and white jeans. She'll look cute in that outfit. And tell her to trade in the sports bra for the black lacy one."

"Eat shit, Perv," Jane said softly. She hung up the phone.

Jane sat back down on the bed. She hesitated as she watched Jacqui still pawing through the clothing.

"Jacqui," said Jane, "try this blouse with the white jeans. I think they'll look very striking together."

Jacqui looked like she had just heard her cat speak perfect French. She looked at the blouse and slacks that Jane was holding against her body.

"They do look good together," said Jacqui with a little too much astonishment in her voice. "Let me see them."

She took the blouse and slacks from Jane. Jane's face turned a very deep shade of crimson.

Jacqui held the top and slacks against her own body. She appraised them critically in her mirror.

"You're right, Jane," said Jacqui. She still sounded too astonished. "This will be perfect for tonight. I hadn't thought about wearing these together. Thanks for pointing out the ensemble."

Jacqui dropped the slacks on the bed and started to put on the Blouse.

"Come on, Jane," I said to my self. "Tell her to lose the sports bra and put on a real one."

Jane came through for me. She glanced at the PEEPER and said "Jacqui, why don't you wear your black lace bra instead of the sports bra." Jane glared at the PEEPER. "A black lace bra looks a lot sexier when you're dancing than the sports bra."

"You're right again, Jane. It would look better. Could you get it for me? It's in the top drawer of my dresser. When did you acquire an interest in brassieres? I've only seen you in a sports bra or nothing. Do you even own any other type of bra?"

"I don't have enough up top to justify any other type of bra. Hell, I don't have enough to even need this one."

Jane walked over to the dresser to get the bra. She took it out of the drawer. The screen went blank.

I started checking the receiver. It all looked normal. I heard Jacqui's voice again.

"Jane," said Jacqui, "don't put that towel on the radio. It's wet. I don't want to damage it. Toss it to me I'll hang it up in the bathroom to dry. "

The picture reappeared. Jacqui caught the towel and disappeared into the bathroom. The sports bra was on the bed. I watched those magnificent breasts bounce back into the bedroom followed by the rest of Jacqui's luscious body.

Jane did her best not to stare at the saucer-sized nipples that bobbled enticingly as Jacqui brushed her hair.

"Help me do my bra will you, Jane?" asked Jacqui.

Jane fastened the bra strap with the shakiest fingers I had ever seen her have. I don't think I could have been that close to those tits and not tried to suckle my self into oblivion.

"You know," said Jacqui, this bra calls for my black lace panties, too."

My heart skipped a beat. Jane looked like a child who had just been offered her hearts desire from the candy counter without having to pay.

Jacqui slipped off her white bikini panties and rummaged in the drawer until she found the black lace pair she was looking for. She walked over to the mirror before stepping into them. I had a gorgeous view of a neatly trimmed and shaped bush before it disappeared behind the black lace.

Jane was salivating at the thought of getting her tongue into that snatch. I was too, come to think of it.

I lost interest when the slacks and the blouse came on, so I switched channels. The most interesting thing was Mom sleeping on her bed wearing only her bra and panties. Boring white cotton instead of Jacqui's hot black lace.

I watched on and off for a half-hour until I heard the door slam. Jane's and Jacqui's voices coming up the stairs told me I had made the prudent choice. I lay on my bed wearing only my shorts.

The voices faded into Jane's room. It was not a bold leap in logic to figure that Jacqui was going to get Jane dressed up for the evening in something besides blue jeans and a tee shirt with a sports bra. I figured it would take about a minute to discard all the choices in Jane's room except for her one good blouse and slacks. There was no other bra so Jane would either go without or wear her regular sports type. She would be coming into my room in about five minutes. Jane opened the door in five minutes and ten seconds.

"Eddy," she said loud enough for Jacqui to hear, "I'm going out dancing tonight. I should be home by midnight."

Jane closed the door behind her before she started telling me what she really wanted to tell me.

"You little rat bastard Perv," she said quietly, "what the hell was with the red blouse and white slacks shit? And then you come up with a black lace bra! I didn't even know she had one. How the hell did you know? Have you been peeping through her window, you little pervert? If I find out you have been, I will nail your balls to a board before I cut them off with a rusty knife. I swear I will."

"Jane," I said, "unlike you, I pay attention to what the girls at school wear. I don't just look at their asses and tits. If you compliment a girl on her outfit, you get brownie points for noticing her and being sensitive to her moods and the statement she is making with her clothing. I have seen several girls wear a combination of red blouse and white slacks last year when they were going dancing right after school. I saw those things on the bed and suggested that you tell Jacqui that so that you could score the points. I guessed at the black lace bra because a girl with the fashion sense of Jacqui probably had one for special occasions. I wasn't as sure about the black lace panties so I refrained from mentioning them. If you want to get into Jacqui's bra and panties you will need to pay attention to things like that. I was willing to help you, but if you prefer, I will just keep my opinions to myself."

I turned my back to Jane and started reading my book again.

Jane finally spoke up. "Alright, Perv," she said, "I'll buy that." The anger was gone from her voice but the suspicion was still there. I was winning. I just had to be careful so that Jane didn't find that out.

"So what should I wear tonight?" Jane asked me.

"You only have one outfit you can wear tonight. Wear your white blouse and black slacks. Wear a light colored sports bra not a black or patterned one. If you don't wear any bra you will advertise to every jerk in the room that you have nipples and want to show them off. If you wear a dark or bright pattern sports bra you will advertise to the jerks that you have tits but they're really small. By wearing a light colored bra you keep the advertisement to a minimum and make a more subtle statement."

"Now, when you get to the club, Jacqui's tits will attract the men's attention for her. You're job will be to show Jacqui that the men are jerks. After a suitable time length of Jacqui trolling for cocks with her tits as the bait, you will need to persuade her to come back here to trash men and watch a movie in your bedroom. I suggest that you watch this one. You should be back by 1:00 or 1:30 in the morning."

I gave Jane a videocassette that had no label. The movie was about two women friends who go to clubs to dance and find men. The women find losers and sleazeballs. One of them ends up getting raped by a man she thought was a good guy. Her friend beats the shit out of the guy and rescues her. At the end of the movie they end up in bed with each other.