It all started so innocently. Killing a bit of time on the internet, Leanne logged in to her favourite chat server using her childhood nickname, fox. Brushing back her long red hair into a ponytail with her fingers, untangling the knots with her pointed red nails, she mused over which room to enter. Yesterday she had spent a long time in the TV room, having an argument with another girl about who the best "Friends" character was. Sometimes she went and flirted with some of the guys in the singles room, just for fun, although she never put out when they asked her to cyber. But today, today she felt like something completely different, a room that she had never even thought of before, maybe even one that she would usually avoid. Clicking her tongue as she scanned down the list, nothing seemed right.
Until she saw it. "The inventor's room". She'd always wanted to meet a real life inventor. When she was a kid she was always interested in how things worked, always hassling the man in the laundrette next to her house to show her how the machines were put together. Now, when she was older, she didn't do so much pestering, and she'd forgotten how everything worked, but she still found inventor's kind of...well...horny, especially on TV although she'd never admit it to her work friends at The wine bar. "Yes" she said aloud, "why not" and she double clicked on the room where "genius is always welcome". "Maybe I'll finally bag myself a millionaire!" she said, and took a long slurp of water from the glass on the table next to her, while she waited for the room to load up.
It didn't take long until men were crowding her, and bombarding her with instant messages. In truth Fox was the first woman to enter the room all day, and the men jumped at the chance to talk to her, just for a chat, or in some cases hopefully more. Fox saw through all this, she was used to it, "boring" she muttered and closed all the windows one by one.
The last message caught her eye though, rather than the usual "hi" or "stats?" a man called Darkness had messaged her with one line
I have something u want, Fox, if u really r what u say you r
Intrigued, she replied
wot do I say I am?
Foxy. Are you a fox?
I don't know, why don't you look on my profile pic and tell me?
Only last week she had loaded up a new picture on her profile. Taken by her ex boyfriend in the summer, it showed her sunbathing on the beach, Sunglasses covered her light green eyes, but that was the only thing modest about the photo. Her tiny green bikini barely containing her ample bulges of breasts and the lips of her pussy were clearly visible through her dripping wet thong. Darkness took a long time to reply. She worried that maybe he didn't like redheads. Then finally, as she was about to leave the room, he replied;
I bet ur a cock tease, aren't u?
Shocked, she nearly left anyway. But something about him still interested her. What did he have that she wanted? And, if she was honest, she liked his forceful dominant side. All her life she'd had guys treating her like a princess. Her dad did. Her boss did, and she'd worked there ever since she left school five years ago. Boyfriends? Well they'd always been found for her by her mother. They were the kind of guys who opened doors for her and been ever so polite, but not very much fun, not very much...what she wanted.
I have an invention to teach girls like you a lesson. u still there?
Meekly she answered.
Yes I am. Did you like the pic?
It was ok. It'll do. I never judge by a picture. I prefer (firm) flesh.
Fox was amazed by his rudeness, yet strangely aroused. She felt moisture rush to both sets of lips as she replied
I am firm!
I hope so. U need 2 meet me. U live in London?
I do.
Then u need 2 come to 447 Kings Street. Tonight. It'll b a night u never forget.
And you'll show me your invention?
U bet.
We'll see. later.
I'll b waiting.
Leanne logged off the chat room after writing down the address on a notepad. Her head was spinning. Part of her felt excited, but mostly she knew that going to a strange mans house, inventor or not, was a risky business. Yet she was so bored with her life. The wine bar played all the same music, day in day out, she had a wardrobe full of clothes she'd had since school, and every day seemed exactly the same to her. She longed for excitement, and darkness seemed to be her chance. She looked at her watch- five o clock. Her father wouldn't be home till eleven which gave her plenty of time to get across London and back- she knew King Street well since her best friend lived there when they were younger. Yes, she would just go, see his invention, maybe stay for a drink and then leave. Maybe he'd even ask her out on a date.
It was past seven when the taxi dropped her off outside 447 Kings Street. Wearing a short green mini-dress which showed off her long red hair and her long legs, and a pair of strappy red sandals, Leanne knew she looked good on this warm summer's night. Walking to the door of the house, she stumbled slightly in her heels. She knocked on the door and arranged her hair whilst she listened to footsteps come closer and closer until the handle turned and...
"Hi"
