Outwardly, he resembled every inch a gentleman, but Zavier knew that if Harry was here at this point, and staring into a certain location, then there was definitely something up. Zavier was determined to find out. Purposely making his voice louder and deeper than usual, Zavier announced his presence;
"Well, well, fancy meeting you here Harry."
Zavier made no attempt to mask his sarcasm. Neither did he make any attempt whatsoever to address him with the proper title of 'mister.' The two were way past that level now.
Harry cocked his head slowly in Zavier's direction as if to say that he wasn't shocked at all that Zavier was present. He smiled awkwardly.
"Mister Zavier, how is it that you managed to find me again? Surely you're not stalking me are you?"
Zavier dismissed the older man's attempt at humour. He could tell that the old pervert was definitely up to something. Even though Harry had tried to hide his embarrassment through a weak smile and a thinly veiled humourless rapport, Zavier saw through his whole charade. He stared at the illusionist with suspicious eyes;
"Don't even give me the crap you old perv. What exactly are you doing here? What are you looking at?! Have you found another underage couple to spy on again?"
Harry chuckled softly. "Do you really assume the worst in everybody? Surely you don't mean to accu-"
Zavier could almost certainly tell that Harry was lying. So, without even waiting for him to finish concocting his web of lies, Zavier charged towards him and stood by his side. Knowing fully well that there was something special Harry must have been staring at, Zavier flipped on his own time-space eye and began to hone in on the special sight that made Harry look so guilty when he saw him.
Sure enough, Harry didn't disappoint Zavier. From the edge of the cliff of the hill, Zavier saw that Harry's line of sight had been centred on the bathroom windows of the female dormitory. Zavier was about to express his disgust when he saw the sight in particular that had made Harry so lost that he had briefly allowed himself to be caught unawares by a mere high school student.
From a very clever angle, there was one particular window open. Through that window, the full and candid view of a very beautiful college student was bathing. Apparently, she had forgotten to close the window. And because of how uniquely positioned the windows of the female bathrooms were, there was nothing but a vast expanse of empty vegetations and land. Virtually no soul passed through that region. Hence, her confidence that she wouldn't be seen.
Oh but she was seen alright.
The light from the setting sun filtered through the window, casting the water flowing down her body in a golden light. Her body was firm and supple. Her hair was thick and long. And because she was confident that she was alone and unwatched, she candidly played with all her body parts, like she was actually taking time to admire her own body. Zavier saw the signs and knew that it was only a matter of time before she turned the shower head between her legs to masturbate.
This was the whole sight that Harry had been devouring unabashedly. The illusionist was truly a perv of the highest order.
Funny enough, Harry was still shameless about the whole thing. Thinking that Zavier was enjoying the show, and that maybe they might actually watch this one together, he complimented Zavier patronisingly;
"Wow, I really must confess, you have really good eyes Zavier. Honestly, I really think you might have a future if you decide to major in visual illusion."
Zavier turned off his Time-Space eye and looked at Harry with a deep set of eyes that portrayed disappointment.
"Don't even go there, I am not interested in whatever the hell this is." As he turned his back in preparation to leave, he chided Harry; "You need serious help old man. Serious help."
Harry would have been glad to let Zavier leave so he could get back to his lewd hobby. But he just couldn't help but feel like Zavier might snitch on him. Their first deal to buy Zavier's silence definitely didn't cover this second time. He was actually on edge as too what Zavier might do this time. Clearly he saw that Zavier was disappointed, and he clearly wasn't interested in watching with him. So, unable to hide the nervousness in his voice;
"So, I'm assuming you won't speak of this to anyone right? I mean, when you think of it, who really needs to know anyway."
Zavier turned back at him with burning black eyes. Was this old perv being serious right now? this was what he was worried about? Truly he was absolutely incorrigible! Despicable even!
"Are you asking what I think you're asking me?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Well, that depends, are you thinking what I am thinking?"
That was pretty dumb thing to say, and he knew it the moment he said it because of the immediate regret that followed.
Because Harry had his back turned to the lovely sight, the wind was now blowing the smoke from his pipe back into his face instead of directly from him. It made him inhale a copious amount of the hash he was smoking, such that his lungs actually had a full time job trying to separate the smoke from actual oxygen. But that wasn't Harry's major concern at the time.
He still couldn't believe the fact that of all the people to run into him, he had run into the only other person on campus who knew of his proclivities. it was a pretty freaking big university that was teeming with insane numbers of students. So how was this happening again? Zavier couldn't have possibly timed this, it was impossible if not crazy.
The chances of Zavier randomly bumping into him very very slim. In fact, he would go as far as to say that it was a statistical anomaly. But it was happening all the same, and he wasn't finding it funny, not at all. This wasn't what he had planned for this evening at all. He simply wanted to have a nice quiet smoke as he watched unsuspecting girls fondle themselves in the shower. For a while, he had actually gotten that, but fate had chosen to give him something else entirely!
Zavier on the other hand couldn't believe this man at all. Here was a well respected middle-aged man who had all the fame and accomplishments most people in this world could only dream of. If he wanted to score some action, he could actually stand a chance with some grad student in her late twenties to mid thirties who was bedazzled by his fame and stardom. But no, he had chosen a darker path- spying on unsuspecting minors! Worse still, he was using his visual prowess to do it!
The same visual prowess that had made him popular in the first place!
Zavier honestly didn't know what to make of this. The first time he had met Harry in the woods that night, Zavier had assumed that maybe the middle-aged man had actually mistakenly stumbled into the action, and had chosen to indulge his eyes. No one would have blamed him for that if it had actually been the case. After all, Zavier had fallen prey to that same trap.
But this was the second time he was catching this creep. This wasn't good at all. It only went further to say that this was a pattern. Zavier was no psychologist, but he could sense some deep seated issues here. As Zavier tried to convince himself that this was none of his business, another voice began to speak from the back of his mind, telling him to take advantage of this situation. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't deny that it was true.
Zavier essentially had a very important person by the balls. This knowledge he had over Harry put him in a position of strength. He could practically see it in the older man's eyes that he was nervous, like he wasn't completely sure that Zavier wasn't going to rat him out. This was another golden opportunity that heaven had dropped on his laps. Settling into this recent realization, Zavier decided to take the shot and roll with it.
Zavier eased up and straightened his posture. He then looked at the nervous pervert and poked the bear a little;
"I guess you're right. I don't need to tell anybody."
Harry was a bit taken aback. He wasn't sure if he had heard well, so he asked in an unsure tone, "You won't…?"
"Of course not! Why would I? Just think about how much damage that would do to you? The president of the university would definitely disown you, you would lose all government contracts, including your rank and status. I mean, let's face it, you would be ruined."
Oh; Harry thought to himself as he regarded the young teenager. So that's what this is huh?
Harry was no child, he recognised a shakedown when he saw one.
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