When the knock on the door came, it was so faint and hesitant that Raoul Famosa barely heard it. In all likelihood, he would have ignored it had he not been expecting her.

Raoul wiped his hands on his jeans and rose from the table, making his way to the front door. Upon opening it, he was greeted by a beautiful young woman standing on his sunny front porch. She had sparkling blue eyes and fine features, and her long blonde hair was pulled back into a haphazard ponytail. She wore a white tanktop, jean shorts and running shoes. Though she had a slim build, her breasts appeared to be at least "C" cup, and were made all the more prominent because the backpack the girl wore pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest forward.

"Well, you must be Bria Juergen," Raoul said, extending a hand. The girl smiled and nodded nervously, and they shook hands. "Welcome home."

He stepped aside slightly, glancing down at her cleavage as she brushed by him and entered the house. It was gloomy, at least compared to the blazing California sunshine outside, and cluttered with Catholic igonography and Hispanic bric-a-brac. The decor was decidedly 1960's, except for a modern entertainment system in the living room.

Bria looked around, eyes wide. "Is this whole house yours? Like, you live alone?"

Raoul nodded. "This was my parent's house, we moved here from Cuba when I was a boy, just after the Revolution. I never married, never plan to." The young blonde rubbed her arms as she glanced around the cool interior, goosebumps rising on her arms and her nipples poking against her top. Raoul licked his lips. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Bria replied casually, peering into the kitchen.

"Just arrived in LA, then?" he asked her, and she nodded, glancing back at him. "You gonna be an actress?"

"Hopefully, or a model," Bria replied. "Um, where do I sleep?"

"Downstairs, let me show you," Raoul invited her to follow him down a flight of stairs. At the bottom was a hallway and a laundry area: a washer and dryer were positioned against a six-foot half-wall, and if one looked carefully, a showerhead could be observed behind them. The hallway extended around a corner into a large room containing a bed, couch, TV and other furnishings. One corner contained a wardrobe, another a kitchenette. There was no closet. The room was well-lit by windows ringing the room, flush against the ceiling.

"How does this look?" Raoul asked.

"Great!" Bria enthused. "A huge improvement over the YWCA. I can't believe how much space there is! And how much sunlight for a basement suite..."

"Over here is the bathroom," Raoul directed her around a corner to the bathroom: a toilet, sink and bathtub/shower. This area was also well-lit by two windows high on the wall, flush to the ceiling. The bathtub was positioned between an exterior wall and the stairwell, with a half-wall about six feet high to the back side.

"This is perfect, I want a shower right now!" Bria laughed before biting her lip. "Listen, I'm kinda short on money right now, but I'll get work right away. I was Miss Teen Minnesota, after all! Anyway, can I owe you the rent... like maybe at the end of the month or something?"

"I know you'll earn your stay, one way or the other," Raoul responded obliquely, elicting a puzzled look from the blonde. "But let me give you a couple of pointers. You're a short bus ride away from the beach, and a longer ride to Hollywood, but it's kind of become a bad neighborhood, so I wouldn't wander the streets alone if I were you, unless you're into being gangbanged."

"G... gangbanged?!" Bria gasped in horror, wrapping her arms around herself defensively.

"Sure, I know lots of gangstas who like to cram little blonde girls like you full of black dick, so you know, keep that in mind..." He advanced on the cowering teenager, leering down at her. She trembled, expecting him to put his hands on her, and eventually, his penis inside of her. "Where was I? Oh yeah... I'm sure you can pay the rent."

With a sly wink, he turned and walked away. Bria sighed with relief. She had better get to making some money!

The teen glanced at the shower, a temptation too strong to resist. She began pulling her clothes off, and was soon admiring her naked body in the mirror. 'I can't fail,' she thought smugly. 'Look at this toned body! Look at these tits! Everybody wants to see what I have, every man wants to give me what I want. I always got what I wanted back in Norville, and I'll get it in L.A., too. I'm gonna be rich, and super-famous!'

Bria climbed into the shower, wet her hair and started soaping her body into a lather. She started thinking about Raoul and what he said. "Everybody wants to fuck me, even gangstas..." she sighed. "Raoul, that dirty old man, thinks I'm scared of black dicks... he should have seen me at senior prom...!" She started to get aroused, and rub her fingers between her legs. She began to masturbate, moaning as she fantasized about being gangbanged. "Uh... uh... Fuck me, you nih-nih-GUH!"

Bria yelped as she orgasmed, bent over and shuddering with delight. She threw her head back and bit her lip, when she noticed a figure standing outside the window directly in front of her. Her blue eyes grew wide with the realization that her shower was the man's private show, complete with full frontal nudity and a self-stimulated orgasm.

Strangely, though, Bria found the idea of someone watching her even more erotic. She hunched over slightly and started rubbing her clit again with her fingers, as her blonde hair fell around her face and framed her quivering breasts. "I'm a little slut," she gasped, looking up at him. "Watch your little slut cum... watch me cum... then take your big cock and... FUCK ME!"

Bria cried out at the top of her lungs as another orgasm washed over her body. She braced herself against the side of the shower, totally spent from her sexual experience. As her heart rate subsided, she couldn't bring herself to look up at the window, and instead kept her head down and finished her shower. 'I can't believe I did that!' she marvelled. 'Ohmigawd, Raoul heard me, didn't he? He must have! Unless that's him in the window, watching me. What's he going to think...?'

What Bria didn't notice was the two cameras located in the shadows just above the half-wall on either corner recording her entire performance.