Without removing his hand from her leg, he pulled a small remote control from his jacket pocket and pressed a button. The lights dimmed. There was the faint hum of an electric motor and, on the wall above the drinks cabinet, an oil painting of a couple engaged in oral lovemaking swung to one side to reveal a large television screen. A press on another button and a picture flashed into view. Trish gasped in surprise as she recognised herself gaping, open mouthed, at the jade figurines.

"Too far," muttered her companion and with another press the picture began to run backwards.

He grinned excitedly.

"Part of my security. I did tell you about the security cameras didn't I? Everything's on tape - damned insurance insist on it. Still it has its uses I suppose."

Trish watched herself repeating her actions in reverse and wished that she could do the same with the last four months of her life. The morbid thought evaporated and she smiled when she saw the shocked look on her face fade as she walked backwards from the jade figurines to look at the oil paintings. Then she reversed into the lift.

There must have been a camera behind the mirror. She watched herself check her appearance and, grateful that the room was almost dark, she blushed with embarrassment. The hand on her knee squeezed gently as the scene shifted to the lobby and the lift door opened.

Trish backed out of it and confronted the doorman. The novelty of watching herself in reverse was wearing off and she fidgeted impatiently.

"Okay so I can see the lecherous look on his face but that still doesn't prove anything about what he's thinking."

"The best bit is still to come. The cameras are also connected to a video recorder in Frank's office. That means he can watch the same movie as us."

"So if he gets really bored, he can watch me on video. Big deal," she said impatiently.

"I still don't understand what you're getting at."

"You will - you see, just to complicate things, there is also a camera in Frank's office. He doesn't know that one exists. Insurance company's idea of course - they don't trust anyone."

He pressed another button and the scene changed again. Trish saw Frank Jennings sitting in a swivel chair. The camera was aimed at an angle so that she could see both the doorman and the television that he was watching.

She was there again on the screen downstairs and he was watching her. She saw herself go through the same motions but this time she was also watching Frank Jennings watching her. His face was fixed in a lecherous leer as he followed her movements. He had a remote control in his hand and he wound the tape back and forth, occasionally pausing the image on the screen.

It was flattering watching herself being admired like this and Trish began to feel some sympathy for the strange pathetic individual in his office. The images of her on his television were certainly making him fidgety.

With a sudden shock Trish realised that he wasn't fidgeting. He was stroking his crotch while he studied her image. The pressure from Charles Porter's hand increased slightly and his index finger caressed her knee idly with a barely perceptible movement. Trish felt like a voyeur as the unsuspecting doorman stroked his obvious erection through his trousers.

There was something forbidden and exciting about the scene and, despite her dislike for him, she felt her own body respond in sympathy with the aroused doorman. Then she froze in horror as the doorman unzipped his fly and pulled his erect penis into view.

Seeing herself on screen, she felt revulsion and excitement at the same time as she watched the doorman use her image to feed his fantasy. It was as if the girl on the screen was somebody else. An innocent young girl who was being used unknowingly by a hidden admirer.

She felt guilty at spying on the unsuspecting doorman but she couldn't look away. She watched in hypnotised silence, afraid to breathe, as he began to masturbate. He was masturbating over her image on the screen and she was watching him do it. Trish was unable to take her eyes from the scene - she was mesmerised and stimulated by the thought that she was the object of his desires. Her breath grew shorter and she felt a familiar warmth as the moisture between her legs increased......(cont)