This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
My Little Blue Window
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Everyone's under surveillance at this airport hotel. It's only prudent. And I've drawn the Saturday evening duty in the monitoring room. I sit in front of my terminals by little blue windows and flick from one camera to the next.
There's a lot of responsibility associated with this job.
We have to be vigilant, but not panic unnecessarily. And we have to be careful not to 'profile' the people we are observing.
So I'm very careful about whom I watch tonight.
These two black guys with the gold chains and dark glasses, counting out $100 bills from a suitcase? Well, it's obvious they just won the lottery. Wow, there's a whole lot of money there, on the bed.
And I don't dwell too long on these Middle Eastern guys, praying and bowing towards Mecca. No sir. For one thing, they are very boring to watch, and I can't understand a word they are saying. It's all just jabbering to me. We built up our expertise based on experience, and I've found that all you get with these kinds of fellow is praying and Koran reading.
Well, sometimes they'll turn on the television and heckle the programs, getting quite excited. And there are the ones who watch the late-night porno movie channels and jerk off. But that's something other colleagues of mine can have the dubious pleasure of watching.
No, tonight suspicions center on an entire floor of the hotel. A marching band from some Midwestern university. There's a lot to monitor. We're not really supposed to worry about under- age drinking, but it's the FBI's responsibility to prevent crime, of all kinds. Plus, on the next floor, there is a pair of women acting oddly, and definitely in need of close attention.
It looks to me, from all the displays of emotion, that we have some kind of farewell party going on. I check the names, and find that the older one, Janice, a woman in her thirties, is flying out early tomorrow, to Europe. The other, Mary, is local it seems.
It starts with some fairly bizarre pubic hair trimming and styling. But then, suddenly, Janice is pushing Mary's face into her crotch. It kind of puts me off my tuna and egg salad sandwich for a moment.
Now, Mary is being tied to the bed. Is this some kind of hostage situation? I hold off pushing the panic button for now.
The older one is being quite menacing, but the younger one isn't panicked. She even seems to be enjoying herself.
Now a suitcase is being opened. What's this? A whip?
A big wooden thing, like a dwarfish canoe paddle? Janice hits
Mary with them, hard, right across her butt. Ouch! And she carries on, too.
This stuff looks dangerous. And she's a violent personality. Is Janice planning to take it with her on a plane? I start to compose an alert. She's a high profile risk, if that's the case. We'll give her the works at check-in tomorrow.
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission. 2002
Reviews
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
A clever piece in some ways. A parody of sorts. Interesting.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story is narrated by a hotel security guard, and centers on the images that flicker across the monitors in the control room. The security guard's motivations are kind of mysterious, but it's an interesting premise that allows for a variety of scenes and characters.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There are some nice ideas here. The *legitimate* (whatever I mean by that) voyeur is an interesting concept, and rich with potential. His story told in a very dry first person voice works nicely too - he's a filter through which we see things in a way that's both funny and distorted. It seems like he's every bit as naive as he's portrayed, and that seems like the right way to write this story.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
This story had a ring of truth about it, and raised a wry smile on my lips. I would really have thought that someone in hotel security would have seen so many scenes like the one described, but it makes for a good tale.