Preview: Potential
by EroticScribbler

Chapter 1 - The Pantie Fetish

Candy Damiani glanced at the clock while her fingers strummed a nervous rhythm on the table. She anticipated the knock but still jumped when it came. She sipped from her glass, got up, and walked to the door.

"Come in,” Candy said and stepped aside. The tall teenager had to squeeze past. He was holding a box with both hands, and his elbow bumped her breast.

"Mrs. Damiani," he said and flipped his shoulder-length hair, "everything is done outside. All that's left is the software." He put the box on the kitchen counter, his eyes shifting nervously.

“Zachary," she said and licked her lips. Her arms tightened at her sides, and the boy's eyes darted to her chest.

“Ah, yes, Ma'am.”

“Call me . . . Candy,” she said.

"Okay, Candy, um, Candy it is. So, ah, where's the computer I'm supposed to install this on?"

"It'll be on my husband's computer," she said and smiled. “Follow me.”

They left the kitchen and entered the back section of the house. It was a modern addition to the old house where their master bedroom and office were located, away from the kids’ rooms. The first door in the hallway was to the office, but Candy passed it and took Zachary into the bedroom. She paused and slid her hand over the end of the king-sized bed, then continued through the doorway into the attached office. It was a stupid game she was playing, but it made Candy feel better. Fuck John's security system, she thought.

For the next ten minutes, Candy watched Zachary install software and hook something to the back of John's computer.

"All right," he said, "sit down, and I'll show you how it works." He got up and turned the swivel chair around for her.

Candy sat and scooted forward, then leaned back and looked up at Zachary. "Show me," she said. He was looking straight down into the depths of her cleavage.

He said, "Double-click this icon."

She pretended she cared and said, "Wow, it's so clear!" playing up the dumb blonde act.

The screen showed two images: the front porch and the driveway going down the side of the house. She could see the bottom steps of the back porch. Now John could see her coming and going and everyone who visited.

“What does this do?" Candy asked and covered Zachary's hand with hers on the mouse. It trembled.

"Ah, that's the zoom control." He drove the pointer to a row of buttons. "Here's the activation mode. It's set up like a motion light. It will record any time something moves outside. The rest of the time, it just shows the picture."

“Great,” she said.

Zachary had no idea her husband would change his password when he came home, and he'd be the only one to see what or who had been captured. He'd have another way to make sure Candy didn't have friends other than the ones they shared, the ones he approved of.

"My boss told me there was another computer I'm supposed to install the view panel on," Zachary said. "Is that it over there?”

“Yes,” Candy said, following the boy to her desk in the far corner of the room. He repeated the process on her computer while she imagined things she had no business thinking about.

“Okay, it's done,” Zachary said.

“Already?”

“Yes. There's less setup when it's just the view panel,” Zachary said. “Let me show you how it works.”

“Will this computer record, too?” she asked.

“No, this one is a secondary device. It gets the signal, too, but it doesn't record,” Zachary said. “If you have this button clicked, and there's movement, you'll see the images in these two windows.”

Candy pushed her chair back and stood up. "Wow, this will make me feel safe," she said, her anger growing. I do transcription work all day wearing a headset. Anyone could break in and do-Mm, you never know what someone might do to me.” She paused, then added, “Things aren't like they used to be." That was an understatement.

"Yeah, right," he said. “Speaking of that.” Zachary reached into the box he had brought and pulled out a small device. "Here's one of TechAdvance's standard nanny cams. You could hook it into this system."

Candy felt her heart flutter. "Nanny cam?"

"Yes,” Zachary said. “It's not inconspicuous, like a spy camera, more to let a babysitter know you might be watching."

She thought about when she was Candy, the babysitter, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. "Those days have passed," she said as if she would let her husband near a babysitter. "Not that my youngest needs one anymore, but the older kids could handle it if she did."

"All right, but if you change your mind-" He paused. "I'm not supposed to offer this, but if you don't tell my boss, I could come and help you out, you know, for free."

Candy ran her hand down his forearm. Unfortunately, her husband would know if she took the boy up on a special service visit. "Not a problem, it'll be our secret." She'd always loved her secrets when she was a girl, and saying the word while playing this silly game with Zachary excited Candy.

Once Zachary was gone, Candy sat in front of her computer, her fingers trembling as she typed Spycam in the search box. She was just curious.