Page 12 of Voyeur

“You can have someone watch me look for my hat,” Honor suggested. “I don’t want to talk to the performers.”

“So you say,” the woman replied. “Jay?” she yelled, looking at a security guy who was standing on the other side of the open doors.

“Yeah?”

“Can you watch this one? She lost something inside and needs to grab it.”

“Sure,” he replied and motioned with an open hand toward Honor.

“Make sure she leaves the performers alone,” the woman added.

“Will do,” he confirmed.

“I really don’t want to cause anyone any problems,” Honor said and walked back inside.

“Just grab what you need. I can watch you from here,” the security guy replied and nodded toward the warehouse. “The performers are mostly by the bar and in the locker rooms, so stay clear of those areas.”

“I will,” Honor acknowledged and walked more into the room.

She had no idea what she was doing here. She hadn’t brought a hat tonight, so there was nothing for her to find, and carrying no hat on her way back, she was sure to be questioned about it. Planning to lie and suggest that someone had taken it, or she’d misplaced it for good, at least, Honor walked down one of the corridors, watching the cleaning crews continue to pull sheets, pillowcases, and blankets. There was even a rug being steam-cleaned, from what she could tell. She turned and could see Jay watching her from the door, tilting his head to indicate that, yes, he had his eyes on her, and she should not do anything stupid. Honor still had no idea what her plan was, but something pulled her back inside this building, and she knew she needed to pay attention to it.

There was a door at the back, and two women emerged from it, holding hands and smiling. She recognized them as the two performers from the bed scene she’d enjoyed so much the other night. As they walked by her, Honor took several steps to her right to demonstrate to her new pal Jay that she had no plans to talk to them or otherwise interact with them.

“Silver needed it, huh?” one of the women spoke, catching Honor’s attention with that name.

“Yeah. But she just wanted to watch me. It was weird. Usually, she likes to touch,” the other woman said.

“You are nice to watch, though, babe,” the first woman said.

“I think someone got to her tonight. She, like, needed to touch herself. I bet she was hard as a fucking rock.”

“How much did you want to touch her?”

“I’m still thinking about it, so let’s get home where I can take this frustration out on you in the best way possible.”

Honor turned her head, taking in their conversation. One of them had called the other babe, and they were holding hands, so it was clear that they were somehow together. In addition to that, there was likely only one person named Silver in this place, and one of them had just watched Silver touch herself, making it sound like she’d touched herself at the same time. Honor wasn’t sure how she felt about that at first. That was until a rush of wetness flowed out of her again, soaking the panties that hadn’t yet dried from her getting wet at the show in the first place.

She needed to turn around now and tell Jay that her hat was gone but that it was okay; she could buy a new one. Honor didn’t do that, though, because Silver, the woman she’d just thought about touching herself, was walking out of the same door, and she was straightening her jeans. Silver’s eyes met hers when the woman looked up, and damn it if she didn’t smirk the hottest damn smirk that Honor had ever seen. She walked – no, she sauntered over to Honor. That was how Honor would describe it.

“She lost her hat!”

Honor turned when she heard Jay’s yell.

“Thanks, Jay!” Silver yelled back in response. “I’ll help her find it! All good!”

Jay nodded before he returned to the door, having been released from his babysitting responsibilities, and Silver walked closer to Honor.

“Lost your hat?” she murmured.

“Um… Yeah. I can’t find it. Someone must have walked off with it. Do you have a lost and found? Maybe it’s there.”

“If we did, it probably wouldn’t have your hat in it, considering you didn’t wear one tonight,” Silver pointed out, still smiling.

“Right,” Honor replied, knowing there was no more sense in keeping up this lie. “I…”

“Ran out on me?”

“Yes.”