I had just discovered that the bar’s surveillance system used wireless Samsung SmartCams, and was totally engrossed in those. These things were so bad that I could watch the feed even without having access to their network. And that was public knowledge! There were news articles about it! I guess they simply didn’t expect anyone to try something with them. So, instead of answering Claire, I just extended my left arm and pointed at the coffee maker. Claire followed my hand with her eyes, and, when she discovered the readily waiting hot beverage, let out a quiet but happy squeal before she almost jumped towards it. She took it, dropped down sideways onto my lap, and started watching the video feed I had running on my second monitor.
“Huh. This is new. Did you secretly drive to Austin last night and bugged the place!?” she asked after noticing the different camera angles.
“No. I’m using their existing surveillance system.”
Hearing that, she looked at me for a few seconds, then shook her head.
“When did you learn all this? I had no idea!” she said lightly. I refrained from using this unintentional assist to throw another jab at her disinterest in my life. She took her first sip from the coffee I prepared and perked up. “This is tasty! What is it?”
“Caramel Latte Macchiato.” I answered aloofly.
“Thank you!” she said, with a disturbingly bright smile on her face, as she leaned back into me to kiss my cheek for the second time in just as many minutes.
I couldn’t help but glance down and notice her still being in nothing but her panties. The urge to play with her nipples came back again, and the distinct feeling of blood rushing into my lower parts got me worried for a moment. A short lived moment, though, because it prompted me to think about last night.
I asked myself why I let it continue as far as I did. Sure, I was horny and exhausted, and after years of researching the topic of my family’s recreational activities, the thought of having sex with them wasn’t disturbing in any way anymore. The way Claire was behaving now, however, had me worried she would just think everything was good now. Like one quick fuck, while I was barely awake and she assumed I was drugged, would somehow make up for four years of pain. The way she had plopped herself into my lap, acting all loving and completely glossing over the comment she had just made, told me this was exactly what she seemed to think.
As my thoughts revolved around this, my eyes remaining on her body, my door opened and Ava stepped in, seemingly looking for Claire. When she had opened the door, her mouth had instantly opened to say something, but seeing Claire basically naked in my lap made her stop and apparently forget what she was about to say.
I quickly raised my eyes back to the monitor, trying not to look as drawn into my mother’s mature and admittedly distracting body as I really was. Just in time to see the staff place shrink-wrapped bricks of cash into a safe in the owner’s office, and a few Straps into a box underneath the counter!
I immediately realized how fucking stupid I was!
They operated a legitimate sports bar. All they had to do was ring the register a few times throughout the day to sell imaginary drinks or food, and pay with the cash from one of the bricks. Just like that, in a single night, they could easily turn eight to ten Grand of the gambling proceeds into legitimate revenue from the bar. I checked their menu on their website, and discovered that every item on it came as an even ten-spot after including taxes. They didn’t even have to deal with change after placing the notes from the bricks in the register! And any decent evening would amount to more than a hundred dollars per guest.
I leaned forward a little, unintentionally alerting Claire and Ava to having seen something interesting. Ava, upon seeing her mother immediately scanning the monitors for whatever I had seen, rushed over and joined us.
“What is it?” Claire asked.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I put the feed from the office in full screen on my bigger display, trying to make out what kind of notes were in those bricks.
“Holy FUCK!” Ava shouted. “How much is that!?”
“Well ... if they follow the norm, like we do when transporting money, each Brick would be made up of ten Straps. Each Strap would be made up of a hundred bills. So, one thousand notes of the same value per Brick. I can’t make out what kind of notes those are, though.” I explained.
“Holy Fuck!” Claire repeated Ava’s words.
“Can’t you zoom in on them?” Ava asked.
“I could, but I won’t. They are handling a shitload of money right now. It’s possible someone is keeping an eye on these people through the feed, to make sure nobody succumbs to temptation. If the camera suddenly starts moving or zooming, they will know someone else is not only watching too, but also has control of their surveillance system.” I explained.
“Someone’s watching them?” Ava asked.
