My name is Jack and I'm a college student majoring in IT- and network security. I have always loved computers and I think that I knew from a young age that I wanted to work with IT. Computers were always my main focus and as I went through high schools I did get really skilled but also was left behind on most other things. Girls had always seemed like some strange unattainable creatures to me and I had hardly spoken to a girl when I moved off to college. Awkward as I was, I still did meet a girl during my freshman year but she dumped me only after a few weeks, stating that I was way too attached to my computers. I really didn't mind too much but this girl, Linda, did leave one big urge when she left. We had sex a few times and I couldn't seem to focus the way I had during high school anymore. My solution was online porn and masturbation and towards the end of my first year I was going at it daily, figuring it was keeping my grades up.
All the hard work had paid off though and I was leading my class by far and had also caught some attention from future employers. At the end of the year I had a few options for summer work, but one stood out among the rest. It was an IT security position at a very fashionable hotel in Palm Beach, which of course had several advantages. The job was to keep track of the IT security, which would be a perfect experience, but it also meant I would spend my summer in Palm Beach. I talked to the manager over the phone and accepted, and later that day I was packed and on my way.
Once on site I was guided through the hotel by my manager. It was enormous and very luxurious, and I was also asked to keep to the staff entrances as much as possible and to avoid bothering the guests. He then showed me to my office and I was handed a list of tasks to look after. I was a bit disappointed with what they referred to as top of the line equipment and I also felt the tasks I would perform were a bit basic. But I decided to just go with the flow the first days and assumed I would be handed more challenging work once I had proved myself. I was right, after only two weeks I was basically running the IT security. I had updated all their fire walls, erased a couple of security holes, and was now mostly monitoring the systems after fraud attempts. As part of an experiment I was running a program I had developed myself. I hadn't told anyone about my program since it was most likely not entirely legal, but if it did find some traces of fraud or unfair play I figured I could try to find evidence using the normal tools.
To my surprise I received an alert from the system only a couple of days after I had deployed it. There were two women, a Mrs Yevanova and her daughter, that had checked in during the morning and received special treatment due to an accident in the lobby. During the commotion the hotel manager had set them up in one of our luxury suites but had failed to find their alleged reservation. The manager had assumed this was a mistake on the staff's behalf and had ordered to offer the room to the women for the remainder of their two weeks stay. My system had noted that there were no log files of their reservation and no one in the staff had erased it either, so my system had determined it as an attempted fraud. Of course I couldn't go to the hotel manager with this without having to explain my system so I decided to do a bit more digging.
It didn't take me long to realize that their names were fake, there were no records of a Mrs Yevanova entering US soil, so she was either here illegally or using a fake identity. Either way, I was on to my first major security breach and was very excited. I did some more digging and later that night I found the missing pieces I was looking for. It seems the woman's real name was Max Conners and she had an outstanding warrant for avoiding taxes and was listed as a potential con artist by the FBI.
I stored all the information about her and her daughter in a secure folder and uploaded a backup to my personal online storage. I then sat back in my chair and started to wonder what to do. I was still not comfortable about reporting this to the manager since I had no real good explanation to why I would have suspected her in the first place. Of course, showing the IRS reports and the FBI files would at least be enough to have her arrested but at the same time I was a bit worried that a judge or defense lawyer might had wanted to ask me too many questions on how I had attained this information.
Another issue was that I had seen security photos of both Mrs Conners and her daughter Page, and they were both total babes. I started to remember some stories I had read online about guys bribing or blackmailing women into sleeping with them, and in most of them they had used less incriminating material than this. I was also really getting the urge to get in bed with a real woman again, and not only jerking off to online porn, so before I went home that night I decided to go and confront the women with my material in the morning and see how they would react. I assumed they would try to bribe or convince me to leave them alone, but if I suggested an exchange for sex I doubted they would accept. At the same time they would never try to get any authorities involved so I was not taking any great risks. I made up my mind in bed and then jerked off before I fell asleep.
The next morning I got to work early as usual and had my breakfast in front of my computer. This time though I had printed parts of my evidence and put it in a folder. Once I was done I checked the booking system and could see that they were still occupying the suite. I placed the folder under my arm and went out on my mission. Once in the elevator I was starting to get really nervous and I was almost shaking when I reached their door. I took a really deep breath and steadied myself before I reached out and knocked on the door. As I waited for a response, I ran through the plan in my head several times. Finally I could hear movement and then the lock and Mrs Conners opened the door.
"Yes?" she asked with a Russian accent and gave me an indifferent look.
"Mrs Yevanova," I said and nodded politely, "my name is Jack and I work with the security department here at the hotel. I was asked to come see you and get the details about the accident earlier and see if we will need to proceed with any legal matters."
"I have no need for that," she answered and was about to close the door. I had to react fast now I figured and before she closed the door I took a step closer and whispered to her.
"What if I call you Mrs Conners?"
She froze as she heard her name and stared at me with her big brown eyes seemingly contemplating what to do. She then slammed the door shut, right in my face, and I almost jumped back by surprise. I regained my focus though and decided I would at least get her to talk to me. I took a look around and made sure there were no one around and then went to knock on her door again. I assumed she wouldn't open so I spoke gently to the door.
"Mrs Conners, I know who you and your daughter are but I have not contacted the authorities yet. I was hoping we could come to some agreement that would be more beneficial for us both instead."
I then waited by the door and after a few seconds I could hear her unlock the door and open it. I went into her room and she quickly closed the door behind me and locked it. She then turned to me and it struck me that she looked really calm.
"So what did you have in mind?" She asked, with no trace of the Russian accent.
"And more importantly, what is it you think you know?"
"I think I know a lot about you Mrs Conners," I answered. "I know you don't pay your taxes and that the FBI is taking an interest in the whereabouts of yourself and your daughter," I continued and walked further into the room. Mrs Conners remained by the door, probably ready to run if needed, and I was now sort of assuming she would. She was wearing a very classy white, knee high, dress and white high heel shoes that I suppose would slow her down a bit. I was still not going to run after her so instead I focused on admiring her figures. She had long slim legs that ended in perfect round hips. I wish she would turn so I could how see how her dress hugged her tight round ass. Her dress also showed just a bit of cleavage, precisely enough to get a guy interested, and I had to force myself not to stare. From her neat looks, perfect make up with dark red lipstick, she was obviously just prepared to go out somewhere.
"I need more than that you little shit if you think I'm going to pay you," she said after a while, "you don't have any proof."
