You catch a voyeur in the act

The hallway leading to the Patel’s apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant, ever-present murmur of the generator below and the soft scuff of your boots on the carpet. As you approached, you found Divya's youngest sister, Anjali, right outside, but then you raised your eyebrow when it sank in that the sight before you was more charged than you’d expected.

The 18-year-old former Girl Scout was pressed against the door of her own family’s apartment, where you were expecting to find Staff Sergeant Garcia caring for her girlfriend, the recently awakened Engineering Sergeant Vanders. Her posture, however, was one of utter fixation: one hand braced against the doorframe, her cheek almost fused to the painted wood, her right eye perfectly aligned with the peephole. The dim light coming from the hallway's windows to the outside glinted off the faint sheen of sweat on her temple. She was so engrossed in fact that she didn’t seem to hear your approach.

You stopped a few feet away, leaning against the opposite wall. For a long moment, you just watched her watch. Her breath hitched before too long, a tiny, audible gasp escaping her lips. Her right hand was currently moving below her waist, making what she was doing particularly obvious.

You couldn't help but smirk at the pleasant surprise as you became pretty sure that you just put two and two together. And then you cleared your throat softly.

Anjali jolted as if electrocuted. She spun around, her back thumping against the door, her eyes wide with a panic that quickly flooded her cheeks with deep, mortified crimson. One hand flew to her chest.

“M-Master! I… I was just… checking. On our guests...” She babbled; her words tumbled out in a rushed whisper.

You simply raised an eyebrow, a slow, knowing grin spreading more widely across your face. You didn’t move from your lean against the wall. “Through the peephole?” You asked without raising your voice.

She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor. The blush spread from her face down her neck, visible even in the poor light. The excuse died in her throat. Silence stretched, filled only by the faint, rhythmic, muffled thump of a headboard or something similar coming from inside the apartment. Anjali’s eyes flicked back to the door for a split second, drawn like a magnet.

“They’re, uh…they’re pretty loud,” you said conversationally, nodding toward the door.

That did it. The dam broke. The words spilled out of her in a hushed, fervent rush, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and exhilarating confession.

“It’s Sergeant Vanders,” she breathed in a hushed whisper, her eyes luminous with a fangirl's zeal. “Kristen Vanders. I followed her career. Before everything. She was a legend at Camp Lakota. The ‘Driven Golden Girl.’ Everyone talked about her. She graduated from high school early at just 17 years old, before earning the difficult Gold Award and going straight into the army, jumping two ranks because of it. I had her picture from a Girl Scout Life magazine in my binder. I…I wanted to be like her. I was inspired to earn most of my badges because I read about how many she had managed to gain and so quickly at that.”

She peeked at the door again, licking her lips. “When you brought them here…when I realized it was her…I couldn’t believe it. And she’s with Sergeant Garcia, and they’re celebrating their reunion by…by…”

“By having happy-to-be-alive-reunion-sex...and you couldn't stop yourself from watching your celebrity crush now that you had the chance,” you finished for her, your voice low and even.

She nodded in embarrassment, the motion jerky before sighing dreamily. “They’re heroes. They are skilled fighter. They are driven to protect us from the zombies. And they’re so…so beautiful together. I just…I got so curious...wanted to see...”

Her confession hung in the stale air. She looked at you, awaiting judgment, her body tense. “The rest of my family went down to the communal kitchen to eat. I said I was going to catch up with them later. I’m sorry, Master. It’s dishonorable. It’s wrong.”

You pushed off the wall and took two steps closer, closing the distance. She shrank back slightly but held her ground, looking up at you. You could see the rapid flutter of her pulse in her throat.

“Wrong?” you echoed, your grin returning. “Well, I suppose it's wrong mainly in the sense that it's always better to be sure you have someone's permission before you see them naked...but, Anjali, look around. The world as we know it ended. And that's without counting that somehow, someway, you along with everyone else in this building belong to me now, including your celebrity crush. That means that the rules are more…flexible now. Mainly because I can always rewrite them if need be." You explained with a tone of amusement as Anjali's eyes widened in realization in response to what you were saying.

You glanced at the door, where the rhythmic sound of pleasurable screams had settled into a slower, heavier cadence of moans. “You have a heroine you admire. You have a…curiosity. And they’re right there, living, breathing, feeling, and reunited, in defiance of the long odds and the dangers they faced while apart. In a world of dead things, that’s not wrong in and of itself. That’s alive, and grateful to be so at that.”

Her breath caught. The rigid shame in her shoulders began to loosen as you spoke, replaced by a dawning, incredulous relief at the fact that you hadn’t scolded or condemned her.

“Really?”

“Really.” You leaned a shoulder against the wall beside her, mirroring her position by the door of her idols. “But peeking through a peephole is a lonely way to admire something.”

She blinked, clearly not understanding. You nodded toward the door.

“You want to serve the group, right? Use your skills? You’re a Girl Scout. You’re resourceful. Eager.” You kept your voice just above a whisper, a conspiratorial tone. “Kristen and Josephine are two of the most capable women under my command. And they’re going to be active in the clearing mission today. So, it's logical for them to get their arousal out of their system as needed in order for them to remain focused and sharp during missions, with their minds clear of distractions.”

You let that hang for a beat. “So, maybe, after a successful mission like the one that's coming, what they'll need most to enjoy themselves and unwind from the stress of their duties won’t be privacy, but…service. Appreciation. From someone who genuinely admires them. Someone who understands what they’ve achieved.”

Anjali’s eyes went very, very wide. You ensured your implication was clear and audacious, and it short-circuited her previous embarrassment entirely, replacing it with an expression of stunned, thrilling awe. But given that you were not just forgiving her voyeurism but also subtly offering to orchestrate its conclusion eventually and with her biggest celebrity crush no less, you weren't all that surprised by her reaction.

“You mean…I could…with her?!”

“I mean that contributions can come in many forms,” you said evenly. “And that loyalty takes many shapes when it comes to rewarding good service. So, maybe, think about it.” You added as you turned back to the door. The sounds from the apartment were getting louder now, settling into restrained shouts and the creak of furniture.

She was staring at you when you turned back to her, and her mind was visibly racing, as what you had said had probably overhauled her entire understanding of her place in this new group hierarchy. Your permission had basically transformed her shame into pleasurable potential, her secret guilt into an additional pathway to belonging and service among many others. And with her much-admired celebrity crush no less.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, the words filled with a new, fierce devotion tinged by the thrill of excitement.

“Don’t mention it, but better go downstairs to eat; I still need to talk with them before the raid begins,” you said, starting to turn toward her family’s door.

Then you paused, looking back over your shoulder, the playful grin returning. “And for what it’s worth…Garcia’s told me during our first night together that Vanders has a kinky pattern of using her height and strength to her advantage when dominating women in bed by flipping them upside down in the air and drinking their nectar straight from the source while they hang in there, screaming in pleasure. So, if you have ever been annoyed by being the shortest one in your family and the easiest one to lift by extension, this is one scenario where you can turn it to your delicious advantage if it comes to it.”

Anjali’s mouth formed a perfect, silent ‘O’ of blushing shock, followed by a helpless, giggling snort that she quickly smothered with both hands. Her entire body shook with suppressed laughter and overwhelming, liberating excitement.

You left her there, flushed and grinning against the door, the weight of her secret seemingly gone, and now replaced by the dizzying gravity of the possibilities ahead. As you approached the door, you heard, the sound of two women moaning in pleasure, oblivious to the dedicated fangirl who had just been given permission to dream and plan about them in a whole new way.

And then you suppressed a chuckle. "And here I thought that her porn star older sister was going to be the main entertaining, steamy catch to come from her family. But I am not complaining. I can certainly work with and experiment with this."

And with that, you opened the unlocked door without knocking.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Just when I thought things would be winding down with work, the opposite happened. It has been a bit surprising, but I can't really complain on my end. Still, I didn't want to leave you hanging for much longer, so I finally found the time to finish this chapter. Hoping to be able to post the next one really soon, as in, the next 2-4 days, but time will tell in the end. My schedule has been way too unpredictable lately.

In the meantime, feel free to review as always, as that engagement has a way of increasing my motivation levels to return for this one. Until next time, hopefully sooner rather than later, and see you happy reading, all of you.