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Donald stared at his screen for hours. He had become somewhat addicted to his new spy toy, consequentially letting his grades slip and his tutoring gigs fall to the wayside. He rarely left his desk and never left his apartment. He kept his balcony doors permanently open to air out the funk that had collected over time from spoiled food and unwashed clothes. He did not want to miss a single live moment of Jodi in her room. He was on a 10-hour sprint since the last sighting, when Jodi had left her room with books in hand, probably to go study somewhere a little quieter than the dorm. To bide his time, Donald double-clicked the icon for an earlier recording he had made. A movie of Jodi studying in her
Donald nearly jumped out of his seat as Jodi finally walked into her room. He accidentally knocked his wireless mouse off the desk trying to close the movie he was watching, truly the consummate klutz. After retrieving the mouse from the floor, he was saddened to see that Jodi was once again missing, but her door was open, so there was a good chance she was coming right back. She did, wrapped in a white towel. She was evidently preparing a shower.
“Excellent work,” said Paul from behind Donald. He leaned in to get a better look at the screen. “You were really thinking on your feet.”
“Well, yeah!” retorted Donald as if insulted.
“Calm down,” said Paul. “Now, I’ll pay you $500 a day to stream this from my computer at home.”
“The deal was $1000!” exclaimed Donald.
“The deal changed,” replied Paul calmly. “This image isn’t very high-res and her connection is obviously not that great considering the way frames are dropping.”
“But if anyone finds out, I could get in serious trouble,” pleaded Donald.
“No one is going to find out,” assured Paul. “Besides, even if they do, my dad will take care of it.”
Donald reluctantly scribbled down the IP address and port of his streaming server on a sticky note, ripped it off the pad, and handed it to Paul. “I’ll replicate the stream. I won’t give you her address. This is my server’s IP and port. That’s all you get, and I’m going to be monitoring your usage. This is for your eyes only.”
Paul snatched the sticky note. “Totally,” he said with a smile. He walked toward the front door. He paused and turned toward Donald once more. “Ya know,” he began, “you’ve been pretty useful.” An eerie silence descended on the room as Paul stood and stared at Donald with nary a blink. “But.” Paul rushed at Donald and pulled him up from his chair by the collar. “I make the rules! Not you!” With that Paul dragged the completely stunned Donald across the room through the open doors to the balcony. Paul stopped short, but Donald stumbled headfirst over the rail, six stories to the parking lot below. Paul winced a little as Donald’s limp body crashed into the asphalt, making a somewhat satisfying crunching sound. He then ceremoniously wiped his hands of the whole ordeal and returned to Donald’s desk.
Paul pulled a letter out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the desk. It was his “suicide” note for Donald, typed and printed so as not to leave a handwriting trail. With a few quick keystrokes he broadcast Jodi’s unwitting show to his buyers, a short but lucrative list of businessmen with a taste for reality TV. He then left the apartment.
Paul drove away in his Land Rover while simultaneously booting up his wireless laptop. He opened his “Jodicam” site and waited for her to return from her shower. She eventually did, once again wrapped in her white towel, closing the door behind her. Paul called her on his Bluetooth headset.
Jodi was putting her long wet hair up in a second towel when her cell phone rang. She recognized the number and didn’t want to answer. Paul pissed her off so much but fucked her so well. She hated herself for wanting to talk to him again. She answered the phone. “What do you want?”
“Want to make some more money?” asked Paul plainly.
“No fucking way. I’m not your whore. That was a really shitty thing to do!” shouted Jodi, not sure if she really meant it.
“I can pay you $1,000 a day,” said Paul, still driving.
Jodi was baffled. She paused before saying, “I can only imagine what I’d have to do for that kind of cash, and in case you don’t know what that means, it means ‘No way.’”
“Think before you speak,” replied Paul. “All you really have to do is keep your dorm life a bit more…interesting let’s say.”
“What the hell does that mean?” questioned Jodi.
“It means that you can star in your own reality show from the comfort of your tiny little room. In fact, you already are,” said Paul.
Jodi wrinkled her face in confusion and anger. “What are you talking about?”
“Your webcam is being broadcast to a number of very rich businessmen. They can see you right now,” explained Paul. Jodi spun around and stared at the camera. “All you have to do is get them off. It really should be very easy for you, a quick way to make a lot of money, and it doesn’t even seem like anyone is there.”
“You’re lying,” said Jodi.
“Does it matter?” asked Paul. “I’m heading to your place right now with your first payment. I’m going to hang up the phone now. If you accept my offer, drop the towels.” Paul ended the call and tossed his phone into the seat beside him.
Jodi stood aghast, still eying the little webcam atop her monitor. She wasn’t a computer expert by any stretch of the imagination, so there was no way for her to know if what Paul was saying was true. For all she knew, he was just trying to control her again. She stood blankly staring, as if one of her four walls had just been torn down. Then, slowly, she let down her hair, dropping the towel to the floor. The second one fell shortly thereafter. She was naked in the privacy of her room but at the same time on the global stage of the Internet. There was a knock at her door. She opened it a tad.
“Your roommate let me in,” said Paul. “May I come in your room, please?” Jodi hid herself behind the door as she opened it just wide enough for Paul to squeak through. “Thank you. Let’s begin, shall we?” Once more Jodi found herself in a position of lust and hate. Paul had a way of making her skin tingle even without touching her. “Get on all fours on your bed please, facing away from the camera.” Jodi silently obeyed. “Excellent. Now reach between your legs and finger yourself.” Jodi sucked two fingers until they were nice and soaked before lowering them to her excited cunt. She tickled her clit a little to get the juices flowing before plunging her fingers inside. “Very nice,” said Paul. “Now suck my fingers,” he directed as he put his hand in her face. Jodi complied. Paul then removed his fingers and approached Jodi’s ass. “Now be very quiet,” he said as he shoved his index finger into Jodi’s tight asshole. Jodi whimpered a bit. Paul responded by spanking her ass with his free hand. “I said be quiet.” Paul began moving his finger in and out of Jodi’s asshole while she masturbated. This was definitely something Jodi had never experienced. Mark had always wanted to try butt sex, but Jodi always shied away. Now, here she was with this strange guy that had this strange power over her, getting her asshole probed.
A second finger entered Jodi’s asshole. She managed to keep quiet. “Very good,” commended Paul. At this point Jodi was about to cum. Her back arched and her head fell as she vigorously rubbed and prodded herself. Paul pulled her hair. “Head up!” he demanded. Jodi came violently. Being completely at Paul’s mercy was more than she could bear. Her hard body rocked as she exhaled deeply and repeatedly, fatigued from the mere minutes of sexual activity. The orgasm caused her to sweat. Paul tossed a $100 bill at her. “You get a max of 10 of those each day. How many more do you want to earn tonight?” asked Paul.
Jodi rose quickly and pushed Paul onto the bed. She tore his belt and pants away, eager to feel his cock inside her. Like a heroine addict finally getting a fix, Jodi whimpered at the pleasure of slowly sliding Paul’s cock into her soaking wet pussy. “How much is this worth?” she asked as she increased her pace up and down Paul’s shaft.
“I’ll give you 200,” said Paul, trying not show any signs of pleasure.
Jodi bounced a few more times before dismounting. She faced away from Paul, standing at a slight crouch. She reached back and put Paul’s cock into her ass, her face cringing in pain and pleasure as it grew harder deep inside. “How about this?” she asked as she began to grind her hips.
“Definitely worth 600,” said Paul, trying to save some cash for at least one more round. He stood up to get a better angle as Jodi leaned over a little further. Her tits bounced back and forth as Paul pounded her ass. She was so tight; it didn’t take long for Paul to cum deep inside her. Jodi fingered herself from the front to achieve her orgasm simultaneously. Paul pulled his softening dick out of Jodi’s ass, cum dripping from it onto the floor. “Very fucking nice,” said Paul. “We can stop for the night.”
“Fuck that,” said Jodi. “I want all the cash.”
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