Next day, no questions!
Pizza boxes in the microwave went over better than expected. Daniel loved cold pizza and OJ. For him not to ask her where she got the money to buy pizza made Miki Lee feel secure that he trusted her no matter what. Trust meant the world but, in the end, she was still deceiving her dad. If he knew she had three pizza delivery guys in their home while she was naked and giving them over the top lap dances, she might have caught hell. Thankfully, her online benefactor Lukas had manipulated the front door camera so as to alter what it recorded. By switching up the actual talent show with old footage he had rekindled even if Dan looked at it, he would see nothing amiss, just a simple delivery and cash in her hand. That delivery was three months ago when Daniel bought two pizzas and gave her money to pay for them. Win! Win!
"I need to hit the streets, Mik! Save me a couple more slices for breakfast." No problem! Miki Lee hugged her father at the front door sending him off to work, his overnight ambulance route calling him. Once he was out the door and backing out of the driveway, she chose to heat up some leftover pizza for herself. He not questioning where she got the pizza had her soaring and dancing in the kitchen until the micro sang. Paper plate heaven she ate a slice while venturing back to the living room. Looking up at the doorway camera she performed a sexy little dance in her long t-shirt just to see if by chance her online stalker was indeed watching her every groove. She was tempted to moon the camera, but it would have been just her luck Lukas would not be there to erase her risqué stunt. "Better not! I don't want dad to ask why I mooned him. " Giggling she polished offer her crust then took her plate to the kitchen.
She was now mentally prepared to confront Lukas if he was even out there. Firing up her computer she realized there was no entry added for Lukas. Instead, she formed a request box for his call sign of Lukas411. Staring at her keyboard with rapid glances at his chat box she fidgeted, uncertain if she was as ready as she thought. As much as Lukas excited her, she feared him equally as much. This guy could really do a number on her if he wanted to. Not knowing zilch about him he could easily be some killer. Was she willing to risk her life on some random wacko? Would he even come through on his mission to get her noticed by modeling agencies? That part enticed her, she needed a break so that she could finally get out on her own. She loved her dad, but Miki Lee really needed independence. And here she was depending on Lukas. Story of her strife!
Before she could send a single word like "Hi!" a message popped up. "Do the dishes then return to me. Your father will be grateful to not have to do them himself."
"Dude! We used paper plates!" Two-day old silverware and China did sit nastily in wait. Rolling her eyes she pointed at the camera, giving it the evil eye then chuckled. "Great! Now I'm your French Maid." Thoughts only but she knew she would rock one of those sexy maid uniforms.
Exhaling she stood up and did as she was told. Going so far as to dry them off and put them away. It felt good. Lukas was correct. Her dad would approve of her doing more than being some slacker.
Sitting back down at her desk she re-opened his message box. "All done! By the way, you lied to me."
"How so?" Lukas asked.
"I didn't give you permission to go into my account. Is there truly $100,000 dollars in there?"
"No. With interest there is now $100,028 dollars and 32 cents."
"Can I buy a car?" She joked with a slim bit of sincerity.
"To avoid detection, you should never abuse the amount. Take out small sums of say $500.00 every week. As if a paycheck. Be careful not to let your father see you spending more than an unemployed young woman brings home. He might presume the worst."
"Right! Yeah, I get that. I feel like a high paid hooker." She chuckled!
"Do you want to be?"
"Well, No! Not like that. Sex is fun and all but the reputation would kill my modelling chances."
"I can expunge any record of your dealings. Don't be afraid to live Miki Lee."
"I have to admit, last night was fucking hot. I'm wet just thinking about it."
"You should be wet more often. I am going to offer you some gifts."
"Gifts?" She grew curious, nibbling her lower lip while rubbing her upper thighs nervously.
"Safety devices! Ways for us to communicate when you are out in the world."
"My cell is always on me."
"It will be utilized. Yet don't you think it will look obvious that someone is texting or calling you continuously?"
"True." She nodded with puckered lips, "So, what type of stuff are we talking about?"
"Your gifts will be delivered to your door tomorrow."
She rears back in her desk chair out of surprise. "You move fast."
"I know what I want."
"What exactly do you want? Me?"
"In the end perhaps. Once you trust me completely. And, if you can accept who I am once we meet. For now, what I want is for you to enjoy your life. There is no reason that you should fear your darkest desires. Fulfill them without worry."
She grinned with a raised eyebrow, "Mighty juicy things in my mind."
"Then we shall recreate them. Make them reality." Hearing this, goosebumps began to rash over her entire body.
"Wow! That might take time. I mean, it's easy to fantasize about things but to act upon them is another."
"Would you have done what you did last night without my assist?"
"Doubt it! I mean, maybe one delivery guy. Three was a challenge."
"Should we try for four? Five? Six?"
Her eyes erupted like saucers; her hands sweaty yet fanning her features. "That's a lot. I mean that many guys can get out of control."
"You did fine on your own Miki Lee. Maintaining control. But, yes, if they had insisted, you would have lost control."
"Right! I mean losing control sometimes is pretty steamy. I think that many guys is just asking for it."
"Losing control is inevitable. Can you deny that the fantasy of losing all control has never entered your mind?" She hesitated a moment then leaned forward over her desk on her left elbow, her left palm on her forehead. She then sighed, exhaling a puff of pent-up oxygen upward into her black silky bangs.
"Yeah! If I'm being honest, I think that would be erotic as heck. I watch those BDSM and gangbang Porns on occasion."
"Well aware! The Asa Akira gangbangs were watched thirteen times in two weeks. That alone tells me you might want that sort of experience for yourself. Abusing your dildo as often as you did it's a no-brainer."
"You saw me doing all of that? It wasn't... oh! You use my webcam even if I don't turn it on. I forget that you can do things like that. Yeah, Asa Akira is my idol."
"Then we make it happen for you. Like always I swear to you I will enforce your safety. However, I will not intervene unless you are being harmed."
"Safe word?" She chuckled! "Will you even hear me if I say one?"
