Secret Camera

I think you liked to be watched. You say you’re shy, but I think you’re a show off. Let me prove it. You come to my motel room. Nothing out of place. You wonder if I’ve forgotten. You think you don’t notice the closet door twitch.

I’m hiding, camera tight to the crack. You strip down slowly in front of the mirror, cupping your breast, teasing your nipple, rubbing your clit through your slip, pretending someone can see. I snap the photos off, you don’t hear the pretty whirr.