watercolour and ink on paper
99 :: Being watched
Hank was being watched. Hank knew he was being watched. Or he thought he was being watched. He glanced in the direction of the camera just before he stood to leave the interview room. The glance was momentary. Unconscious. A sign that someone knows where the camera is. A sign that they are thinking about the camera. All furtive glances are recorded. There is a limit before action is taken. Hank had not reached the limit but Mariam was watching him anyway. At the pub Hank had called her a neo-feminist cunt.
She is a neo-feminist cunt. Feminism is over. There is equality of the sexes. Equal pay. Equal opportunity. Equal sex. Some frigid bitches just do not like sex. They should go home to their cats. But no. They do not. They are just pissed off with Johns. With Diannas. They can do nothing. Sweet fuck all. So they take it out on hard working men. Hard working men like us. Every little misdemeanor is marked up.
She was not there. His friends said nothing. They knew better than to mouth off in public. They were right. The rant was marked up. Put on Hank’s record. Not the part Mariam could see but Mariam did not need to see it to know Hank was a dick.
Mariam watched Hank on her desk screen. An ergonomically designed screen took up one wall of her office. The office was the same size as the interview room. No office space privileges for senior managers. Her desk screen was mostly covered in notes and data. She had a small window open watching Hank. She usually kept interviews on screen. Hank’s was the only interview. A red note flashed on screen. A furtive glance warning. Mariam expanded the window showing Hank. She watched him reach out. Then leave the room. In the middle of an interview. Strange. She tapped his image. Pinched the screen. The camera followed Hank to the toilets. Hank pulled down his trousers. Sat on the toilet seat. Hank opened his Skroll. He tapped the screen. He started wanking. Mariam watched him wank. On her screen a fat man with bare legs and hand moving in and out. Still jerking he rolled up his Skroll. He came into his left hand. He looked at the camera in the ceiling. He licked the jizz from his hand. He smiled. He leaned back.
Mariam looked at his Skroll data. An au pair sex tape. The au pair he was interviewing.
Jesus. This is so fucked up. You are going to be in so much trouble. (Mariam)
His trousers were still down. He opened his Skroll again. He had another device in his lap. He tapped his Skroll. He tapped the device. An iPass. She kept watching him. There was no Skroll data. His Skroll was on screen only mode. The camera could not see what was on screen. There was only one camera in the toilet cubicle. He took more time tapping the devices than he had wanking. Mariam watched the whole time. He put both the devices in his pocket. He ran a finger over the tip of his soft cock. He licked it. He pulled up his trousers. Left the toilet. He did not wash his hands.
100 :: The interview
The au pair looked up when Hank entered the room. Hank smiled at her. He...
