Author's note:
This is the beginning of an idea for a novel I have, and so this is an extremely slow-burn of a story, and doesn't get to any actual sexual writing until the very end. If you want to just masturbate, I'd suggest you skip over to that part. If you like reading fiction that isn't simple and plain pornography, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the story as well. Whether you do enjoy or not it, please let me know in the comments. As I've said, I hope to turn this into something novel-length, thus any feedback on the premise, the characters or the writing (sexual and not sexual) would be appreciated. If you do like it, you can consider it a preview of a novel, I guess.
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CHAPTER 1
"Are you mad at your ex-lover? Did an ex-friend humiliate you? Would you like to take revenge from them, by striking them exactly where they are vulnerable? I will hurt them, exactly as you wish me to, exactly as they hurt you.
My specialty is befriending people on social media by seeping into their circles, pretending to be like them, pretending to be friends, and then attacking them when and where they are vulnerable.
People won't care if the attack comes from someone they don't even know, but they will if it comes from someone they've come to see and accept as a friend.
I can be any gender, have any sexual orientation, ethnicity, religion, anything you see necessary to deceive them. I can be simply a friend online, or an interested fuck buddy, or a prospective and lonely girlfriend or boyfriend. I can be anything.
I'm a professional. I can guarantee results, but this is a long con and costs increase depending on the severity of misery and depression you want them to experience."
That was my Craigslist post, word for word, none of which was a lie. I am a professional, and this is how I make my living. I make people miserable on the internet, one shitty ex at a time. And yes, it is a full-time job. It involves stalking people online, creating new accounts for each one, carefully selecting who to follow and what to tweet, and etc. One other important part is keeping the clients updated. Most of them want to know: when will they suffer?
Currently, I have 5 clients, each with a different tale, and a desire for revenge. This morning, when I woke up, I had received a bunch of new emails, most of which were boring shit, but one of them caught my interest. I had my cereal while looking at the email again and again, contemplating. In the end, I decided to take the job.
I updated the other four on the recent news while I waited for details from the fifth.
"Yes, I know that he made his account private. I'm working on it, I have direct contact thanks to an online friend of his."
"No, she still hasn't sent me nudes. I do not want to push it harder, in case she loses interest in me."
"Hello, yes, I'm going to need more information on his hobbies. Anything you can give me."
"Yes, we have exchanged nudes and sexted for half an hour. You may find his nudes and the sexts attached."
Of course I don't send nudes of my own body, even if it is, frankly speaking, quite attractive. That would be like using my actual name. Online, I'm not Lucy. I'm Miss L. And to trick people, I employ, let's say, contractors for exclusive photos that can't be found elsewhere online. I have sets of nudes (male and female of all sizes, shapes, and colours) ready to be sent at any moment, and can request special photos if necessary. And besides, even if I were okay with sending my own nudes, not everyone is attracted to women, and I work for people of all kinds of sexualities.
I sent out four separate "Mornin' (:" messages to four different DMs. Tweeted four dumb ass dream tweets from four different accounts. All my consumers were different kinds of people. That's what I call the people I deceive, because they consume the shit I feed them.
First, there is Kevin, a gay asshole, abusive, the one with the private account. He left his boyfriend of 3 years for someone hotter.
Then, there's Paula, yet another flaming homosexual. She really isn't a villain in this one, she did nothing wrong, apparently, except break up with her girlfriend, for legit reasons. But, I don't care if they are evil, I just care about getting my money, getting paid. This is my job.
Next, we have Daniel. Boring old heterosexual, but that has nothing to do with why he's a consumer of mine. He acted like shit to his friend, and his friend wants him to feel how that was like. Instructions include, but are not limited to, spoiling the latest Star Wars movie for him. See, he would make sure to avoid any spoilers online, muting and unfollowing people, but he would not suspect spoilers from an online friend. Who would?
And then there's John. Hetero. Leaker of nudes of exes. Exes want him to experience the same thing.
And you haven't met him yet, but now is a good time as any, so meet the fifth. Douglas. Small dicked shithead. Bisexual. Cheated on his ex-fiancée, Janice, with a man. He's my new consumer. Like many less-endowed men, he works hard to overcompensate for it. He's not rich, but wealthy enough to live comfortably.
The instructions were simple, but so very fun, and as always, subject to change if something better and more satisfying came up. I was to befriend him as an attractive person, hit it off with him, get sexual, send sexts and nudes, plan to finally meet irl to have sex (his courtesy, of course, a lady would never pay for sex), and then completely ditch him. When he asked why afterwards, heartbroken to the bone, I would crush his heart even more: I would never fuck someone with that small a dick. Break his confidence. Destroy his image of himself. Just like he did to Janice. Hell hath no fury like a woman humiliated.
The client contacted me back, gave me more information, deposited the starting fee and off I went. First stop was facebook, obviously, as my client had already given me a link. I made a new document from my templates, just for him, just for the facts I would now gather all about him, and started taking notes.
Name: Douglas G. Truman
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: White bread with cheese
... and so it went. Contact info, work, hobbies, client name and contact info, instructions, all that stuff.
It could take me anything from an hour to a week to determine how to go after new consumers. The more the client provided, the better, cuz if not, I'd have to dig in deep first. And even then, not all people are easy to stalk. Some have common names, and some are simply boring, they don't have accounts online or they are hard to find. In the rare cases where the client (still) had access to consumer's computer or phone, I would be in paradise. Their computers and phones can and do me tell many things about them. Their porn habits, hobbies, the things they were curious about, and the things they were ignorant about. How to stalk, approach, and trap them. Unfortunately, this wasn't one of those rare cases, so I had to do it the hard way.
Here are the facts, courtesy of the client and the hard research and stalking of your truly: He is an asshole, but we knew that already, he cheats. Something we didn't know, was that he fancies young guys and gals. Early twenties, perhaps the barely-legal kind. That might come in handy (no pun intended). Now, the hard part is choosing my role. Generally speaking, I don't enjoy deceiving as a man as much as deceiving as a woman. I feel I don't seem as natural as an actual man, but I've gotten better, much better at hiding my shortcomings. So, I could go with an 18-year-old innocent girl looking for a sugar daddy. Or perhaps, a young gay stud looking for holes to fuck and dicks to suck.
I went with the innocent girl looking for a sugar daddy routine. I was now Mary✨. I asked one of my younger-looking contractors to send me something suitable for a profile picture, and logged in to one of the accounts I had prepared way beforehand. Just as I was done following some new accounts suitable to the interests of my new consumer, I received a selfie from my contractor. In the picture, her smiling red lips were beautiful, and so were her figure. I decided to crop it so the focus was on her lips, neck, and cleavage.
I have two tips for anyone aspiring to do my job: first of all, don't. It's hard. Hard for you to do, yes, but also hard to deal with emotionally, if you're not morally corrupt. I am. But the second thing is, you need to learn to attract them to yourself, not go running after them. Especially with men. You should never be the one to follow first. Find a way to gather their attention to yourself.
In this case, I had his twitter (thanks to my client), and found a tweet of his that went viral-like, at least a few hundred RTs. I found the person who retweeted it last, then liked it through them. It's all about the pretences, do not forget that. Here, I pretended to find them by accident, then followed it up by going into their profile and liking other things. It really doesn't matter what. By the time you like several, they will be interested. They truly are simple-minded, honestly speaking.
I had put up the bait, and sure enough, soon he took it. He responded by going into my own profile, and liking my tweets. Honestly, most of them I had stolen from viral accounts. It doesn't matter. I'm not here to build an ethical profile, I'm here to trick an asshole, and it worked. He followed me, and I followed back.
In the meanwhile, I of course had other work to do as well. I took part in mentions with friends of Kevin, hoping he would see me. I talked with Paula about her daily, mundane life. I RTd video game tweets, news and jokes and memes for Daniel. And John, oh, I ignored John. I needed him to get way more horny for me before responding to him.
Half an hour or so passed, and my contractor sent me a new selfie, and I tweeted it with #Ihatemondays. Douglas liked it in an instance. Another half an hour, and I've liked a joke tweet of his, and RTd some memes I thought he'd like, and he did. Before lunch, I went out for a walk, then showered. By evening, he sent me the first DM.
"Hi (:"
"Hey ☺"
"Sup?"
"Nm, just tired from college lol"
"Cool"
"wbu"
"Oh, work stuff"
