Shelia got down on her hands and knees and looked at the small bump along the baseboard, “God damn it! Asshole!” she cried out as she gazed at the small camera lens.

She stood up and brushed off her knees before taking in a deep breath to try and calm down.

“I’m gonna kill him when he gets home…” she whispered between pursed lips as she closed her eyes and tried again to calm herself.

She knew Kevin had become suspicious over the last few months of her “activities” during the day, but she didn’t think he had it in him to go this far. Actually hiding a camera? Then it tweaked in her head, if he had hidden one… could he had hidden others?

She started searching the house, finding at least one camera in every room, as her rage grew hotter and hotter.

“FUCK IT!” she screamed and picked up her phone. The clock on the screen read “10:43 am” and for a moment she hesitated.

“Double fuck it!” she said, her next appointment wasn’t until 11, she could scream at Kevin for at least ten minutes.

She’d been dating Kevin for a few months and moved in with him almost immediately. Which was strange for her, yes, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

She activated the voice assistant and screamed at the phone, “Call Fucking Kevin!”

Her screen flashed suddenly and Shelia blinked several times before her eyes grew heavy and closed.

Shelia opened her eyes with a smile on her lips and titled her head to the side before letting out a little coo, “Awe, that’s so sweet!”

She tapped on the message from Kevin and sent a reply, “You too babe, can’t wait to see you tonight!”, adding several little hearts to the end of it.

She looked at the time, 11:59!

“Damn it!” she cried out and raced downstairs, arriving at the front door just before the knock came. She quickly looked down at her tits and adjusted them in her bra, sucked in her gut and made sure her garters weren’t in a twist then put on a big fake smile as she opened the door.

“Oh, well hello stud!” she said and grabbed the man’s jacket collar and pulled him inside. It wasn’t long before they were upstairs and fucking like rabbits.

Kevin watched the live feed of Shelia and… he checked the schedule, Robert. She was on top of him, riding cowgirl style as he reached up and squeezed her tits.

Flipping over to another feed was Daphne, a brunette on her knees in the entrance way still, sucking another man off.

Both were relatively new additions to the agency and both hadn’t yet fully succumbed to the programming. Daphne was further along, she hadn’t needed a refresh in over a week. Where as Shelia had just had one two days ago.

The good news was that the base programming was still holding strong, both her belief that she was whoring herself out of her own free will, and activeate the trigger whenever she noticed something wrong.

He wasn’t’ sure who had come up with the idea of the trigger, but it certainly was beautify simple and took away a lot of supervision of the girls. Each of their phones had a contact named “Fucking Kevin”, or “Fucking Dave”, or “Fucking Henry”, or whatever the name of their supervisor was and did two things. First it activated a the programming code that would refresh their minds and wipe out the last few minutes of memory, and second it alerted the supervisor to check in on the feeds.

Of course, every once in a while he needed to go in to the field and check in with a girl, and tonight would be one of those nights. Shelia needed some hands on attention, and one of the perks of his jobs was that he got to give it to her.