The Best Way to Peep on a Nudist

After turning up his restaurant's thermostats, Peter Paulson quickly returned to the kitchen. Instead of immediately preparing for business, though, he was tempted to first take care of his stiff dick.

But then his second unlocked the backdoor and entered. Quinton Loud also had a tattoo under his eye. And when Peter saw it, he immediately regretted letting his dick rehire Cas Dell, as the tattoo marked him as being a Registered Voyeur. It was a capital "R" because it hadn't been entirely voluntary, but a condition for his release from jail. He had just come out, literally and figuratively, when Peter had rehired him. The man was a competent second-in-command. That was nearly a year ago and Quint had come to appreciate the challenge of being a voyeur when everybody knew he was one. ("It makes things more interesting"). It was the restaurant's waitresses's who received most of his attention, of course, and they had learned to, mostly, "adjust". All except Dell. The unpredictable girl would either overreact or underreact, and either way could lead to an incident.

Peter Paulson looked at Quinton Loud straight in his tattoo and said in a stern voice, "I rehired Casandra Dell. She's now a full-time Nudist."

"A Nudist? How disappointing. The fun goes out of it when it's too easy." The answer surprised Peter. The gangly, just at the edge of handsome man leaned against the cold grill, and rubbed his chin. "I need to add the right spice to liven it up."

"Remember jail!" Peter Paulson warned him. "With that tattoo, federal prison is next."

The man smiled and told him, "There are definite minuses to being a lifestylist, but there are also some pluses. As long as the other party knows I'm peeping on them, there is little they can legally do about it." Which seemed to contradict his tattoo design of a circle a little smaller than the eye icon; it implied hiding behind a peephole. "In fact, I could bring a case against them that they be made a Registered Exhibitionist." His smile was now a smirk.

"And if you lost the case you could be also be Registered as a Vexatior and lose most of your legal standing in the courts and the police." Peter reminded him. But Loud wasn't paying him much attention.

The man went to the kitchen's laptop. "I can use the security cameras to get some good angles of our Miss Cas. But that leaves other angles left unexplored. But a little online ordering and one-day-delivery should take care of that small, spy-camera problem."

Well, at least it looked to Peter like the project would keep him in the kitchen and working when he wasn't going through the video recordings. Hmm, watching a naked woman on a computer sounded a lot like his own porn surfing. It was safer than being charged with sexually harassing a registered Nudist. People registered their lifestyles because that gave them more, and more severe, legal protection. At least from the unregistered. Look how the law had almost required him to hire all the Lifestylists that he had. Of course, (grumble) nearly the majority of his customers were of one or another themselves.

If he, Peter Paulson were to get a registered Lifestyle tattoo, it would have the classic circle-and-slash NO over a pigeonhole icon. Unfortunately - or fortunately - none like that was approved by the Federal Bureau of Lifestyles. Yet.