She offers me two great opportunities*

I watch in bemusement until Jenna looks up at me. “Aren’t you going to take a picture?”

“OK,” I say, managing to get it out without any hesitation.

Jenna undoes another button and pulls her blouse open. I might as well take advantage, I think, and take another picture.

Jenna gives me a smile of pleasure when she hears the ‘click,’ then leads me to the couch. I sit down next to her. “You’re taking pictures of the tenants,” she says. I nod and wait. “Knowing what I know about some of my neighbors, I think you might find yourself taking a lot of pictures.” That sounds like what Vicky said. I wonder . . . “I have a proposition that might help both of us a lot.” She smiles at the interest on my face and continues, “My older brother is a genius physicist and engineer. He’s another Tesla—or another Palmer Luckey, which is the relevant comparison at the moment. He made a breakthrough at the age of 18 which he’s been working to realize for a decade now. I was always interested in coding, so I got pulled in when I was still in college to develop the software.”

I wait patiently, curious as to where this is going. “Remember Google Glass?” Jenna asks. I nod. “He’s invented something that works like that, only with bifocal vision. We have our own glasses now, but they look like regular glasses. They have thick frames, so what? Those are in right now. A lot of my software work is correcting the view so it looks like it’s coming from the center of the lens rather than the corners of the frame. It streams over Bluetooth—very short range, as you can imagine. It’s a power hog, as I’m sure you can also imagine. It’s also heavy, so for both those reasons you can’t wear it for a really long time. The temples hook around and under your ears to keep them from falling off if you bend down. So you see the downsides right now.

“The upside is huge, though. It already gives you clear footage. The quality is a lot more variable than I would like; we’re still working on figuring out why. I have the software developed to produce both VR footage and frame-by-frame variable-focus pictures. The meeting with the VC was part of our effort to raise capital to go into production.”

“So where do I come in?” I ask.

Jenna says, “We have a couple working prototypes. We’ve put a lot of money and effort into making them look like regular, reasonably-fashionable glasses. Anyone who looked closely would realize they aren’t corrective lenses, but people rarely do. I need a field test, and—like I say—I know this building.” She gives me a sudden, lustful grin. “I assume you’re going in numerical order?” she asks.

I nod. Jenna continues, “Going by the time of day, you’ve probably met both Adriana and one of the co-eds, and if you’ve met them, you’ve fucked them, am I right?” The lust in her expression deepens.

My eyes widen in surprise. I nod again. “I thought so,” Jenna responds, licking her lips. “Don’t look so surprised, Iain—it is Iain, right?”

“Yes,” I tell her.

“I thought I had that right. Look, I told you I know my neighbors,” Jenna tells me. “A lot of them, anyway, and I know a lot about those I don’t know personally. You’ll be fucking a lot of women in this building, and some of them won’t just want you to take pictures with their clothes on.” Remembering Vicky and Kenzie, I nod in understanding. “What’s more, some of them, if you can film them fucking without having to hold a camera or wear a clumsy rig, they’ll jump at it.

“I’m a realist,” Jenna says frankly. “We’re selling the industrial, medical, and educational advantages of Kyle’s invention, and those will produce much of the revenue, but I know a lot of it is going to come from the porn industry. We’re going to revolutionize VR porn. I don’t have a problem with that. I like porn.” My dick jumps in my pants at that. Jenna’s smile turns wolfish for a moment.

“Obviously we can’t sell anything you produce. None of the prerequisites are there—financial, legal, structural, any of it—and neither the hardware nor the software is all that stable. Also, the sound quality isn’t great. But you can keep it as long as you don’t distribute it to anyone but the women you fuck. I’ll put the necessary app on your phone and software on your laptop—you do have a laptop, right? Windows 10 or Mac?”

“Windows 10,” I say with a nod.

“OK,” Jenna responds with a touch of relief. “The software won’t run on anything older. I would have upgraded you if I had to, though. USB 3.0?”

“Yes,” I tell her.

“That will help with speed. Anyway, the app on your phone will receive the data from the glasses, as long as you have your phone nearby, and prepare it to be transferred to your laptop. If it’s in photo mode, there’s a big red button to take pictures, and the mobile app is capable of processing those, so they will display. In video mode, all the processing has to be done by the desktop app. That will both turn it into VR video and allow you to extract frames from it that look like they were taken with a standard camera held at the bridge of your nose. The video and whatever pics you create are yours for your personal use only.”

“And how does this help you?” I ask.

“Everytime you use the apps, they’ll send me technical data. Not footage of any sort,” Jenna adds, “both for legal reasons and because those files would be far, far, far too big. Simply reams of technical reports so I can analyze hardware and software performance—see what needs to be fixed, what needs tweaking, and so on.”

“I’m in,” I say without hesitation.

“Good,” Jenna replies with a blazing grin. “Go get your laptop and set it up here, and I’ll go get the prototype. I’ll get everything up and working, and then we can do a test run.”

“Test run?” I blink in confusion.

“I said I know my neighbors,” Jenna purrs hungrily. “I didn’t say I’m any different. I was already horny when I came home. After this conversation, I’m not letting you leave until you’ve taken care of my little problem.

“Go get your laptop, stud. I hope you have at least one nice load of cum for me.”