Are YOU ready for your mystery date? In the world of exhibitionists and voyeurs, there are the men who love to be seen and the men who love to be watched. Obsession leads Cory, Paget and Louis to discover that department store dressing rooms are under surveillance usually by equally horny security men who love watching the action from the safety of anonymity. When you don't know the guy, you can't possibly get into trouble, can you? Even boss Brent gets in on the action that he sees on the screen. Jeff, Evan and Parker know the safest sex is from across the street; however, when the obsessor comes face to face with his prey, it isn't always fun sex, but something darker and more sinister. Some men hide in the shadows out of safety, and others come out of the shadows because they don't want to feel anything. Evan thinks he's seen a murder-or has he?
Welcome to the world of the voyeur and the men who love them. Are you ready for your mystery date? Better let your friends know first.
Excerpt:
Lakeview department store was one of the choicest and newest department stores in Chicago. It housed designers and furnishings of the highest quality as well as what was touted as a state of the art security system. The department store, while relatively new, had rapidly gained a reputation as being a great 'meeting place' for 'types'. No one was ever clear what that meant when the first review of the department store came out, but it was there in bold print and every description of the department store that followed, included that interesting description.
Set on the upper west side of bohemian Manhattan, the shiny new structure was directly down the street from the Lakeview apartments, owned by the same people. It was no wonder that the apartment complex shared that same reputation as being a home to 'types'.
Louis lifted the cup of coffee to his lips. His eyes barely glancing at the row of television cameras that surveyed every inch of floor space in Lakeview department store. His feet rested comfortably on top of the desk, his security guard uniform remained neat, pressed and as crisp and sexy as the hot Latin man who wore it. Louis set the cup on the desk and removed his cap, running his fingers briskly through the thick shock of wavy black hair that curled at his neck and around his ears. He quickly swung his feet to the floor when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps outside the security surveillance office.
The office door swung open, and his buddy and fellow security guard Jeff strode into the room shutting the door quickly behind him. Jeff was the opposite of Louis. Where Louis was short and muscular and conservative in appearance, Jeff was tall, a lanky man with shoulder length dreads that he tied into a pony tail when he worked. He was covered in tattoos, his body was a work of art from his neck to his toes and he loved to show them off to anyone who had an interest.
The one thread that actually tied them together was their shared love of 'watching'. Nothing got them more excited than watching other people get naked. Especially when they didn't know they were being watched, although once in awhile Louis swore they knew exactly when they were being watched, why else would so many seem to actually pose for the camera? And of course the public department store bathroom spy cams were an open secret amongst the security staff. The general public didn't see them but the true regulars knew where the cameras were hidden. Behind pipes and fixtures not always visible to the untrained eye, Louis and Jeff would be watching your every move.
