I open the laptop.
“No sticky keys,” I say. “Good sign.”
“Sticky keys? Is that a programming thing?”
“I don’t want to sully your mind with telling you what that is. It’s just a joke.”
“There’s a password,” says Lily, upon seeing the password screen come up. “Damn, this whole thing is ruined. I have no idea what his password might be.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, pulling a little USB drive from my pocket. “This thing will break through anything. It’s a special little program I made for circumstances just like this. You never know when it might come in handy.”
I plug the USB drive in and sure enough, the computer boots right up.
“Piece of cake,” I say. “Now comes the tricky bit.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Let’s see if I can use this machine to access the Tech Bee Bumble server,” I say. “With any luck he’ll at least have an email log on there… and then I can plant my worm.”
“You have a worm?”
“I made one at home… I modified it a little bit, in case this situation came up. That’s what I was doing all this week… mostly. I just couldn’t figure out how to get the worm in. Don’t worry, it’s not going to hurt their system at all. It’ll just plant a back door and give us the access we need to snoop around.”
“Sounds good,” says Lily, looking nervous. “They might be getting back any minute.”
“It won’t take long,” I say.
Sure enough, there’s an email log on to the server, and I’m able to parlay that into an installation of the worm. Another piece of cake, although frankly not many people would be able to pull this off.
There’s a sound in the apartment, the slamming of a door, footsteps.
“Someone’s coming,” says Lily. “Let’s hope it’s my friend Hailey….” A few seconds go by. “It doesn’t sound like her. Shit, I think it might be Blake… he’s kind of heavy… What are we going to do?”
She’s almost sweating with anxiety. She doesn’t want to be caught in his room, and I can understand that.
I quickly remove the USB drive and shut the laptop.
The door begins to open.
Thinking quickly, I grab Lily just like in the movies and kiss her.
I can tell she’s surprised, but she kisses me back.
To make it extra realistic, and for my own pleasure, I put my hand up her shirt and grab her breast gently, squeezing it. I can feel her nipples getting hard. I’m tempted to put a hand down her pants, but that might be going too far for this situation.
The door opens fully.
A young man, slightly overweight, with a large head, steps in. This must be Blake.
“Oh!” says Lily, pulling away from me, doing a great job of following along with my trick and pretending to be surprised. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t… I was just showing my friend here the apartment.”
“How’s it going?” I say.
Blake looks incredibly embarrassed. “Uh… I’ll be back in a minute,” he says.
“You think that worked?” says Lily.
“Of course. He bought it hook, line, and sinker.”
Lily
Back at Ryan’s house, we’re hunched over a couple of laptops in the kitchen.
“Look!” says Ryan, turning his computer towards me. “Here it is! Didn’t take long at all. Simmons left his tracks all over the place. You just need to know what to look for. It looks like he installed a worm that messed with the tests they were running, making his algorithm look a lot better than it really was…”
“But won’t people who buy the algorithm notice?”
He shrugs. “Not necessarily. A lot of people who run servers and stuff are pretty clueless when it comes to speed metrics. People are just going to buy it because this tech magazine has such a huge influence and it’s so trusted.”
“Doesn’t look like it was so secure, though.”
“I don’t know how Simmons got in. He must be a good hacker.”
“You got in.”
“Only with your help, though.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to make someone do a lot of work,” says Ryan.
I pick up my phone and dial Marty.
“Marty,” he says. “No, no, I don’t care about that. Just listen to me. I’ve got something I need you to do. That’s right, don’t worry, you’re not out of a job. Once you turn the douchebag billionaire into a decent businessmen in the public eye, you’re going to be begging for the new clients to stop calling you. Yeah, I’ve got proof that Simmons’s is a fraud. My Sisyphus Algorithm is the only one that works. Yeah, I’ll send you the info. Just don’t fuck it up. Got it.”
He hangs up the phone before Marty can respond.
“That should take care of that,” he says. “There’s just one more thing I wanted to take care of.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to marry me.”
“Oh my God!” I’m trembling, actually trembling. “Of course!” I say.
He pulls me towards him, kissing me deeply.
“I love you,” I say, as I collapse against him, into his arms.
“I love you, too, Lily,” he says.
The next few weeks are a blur of activity and excitement. The plan worked perfectly, and Simmons was exposed as the fraud that he is. Ryan’s publicist did a brilliant job, making sure there were a ton of articles explaining the whole story. Not only did Ryan’s company get all its business back, but it got him a lot of good media attention for once, and brought his company to a new level of excellence and profit.
Ryan’s no longer satisfied to be the kind of guy he once was. For one thing, there’s me, and I’ve already moved into his place. He’s still the same commanding guy he always was, but there’s something else there… he says I’ve changed him in ways I can’t even imagine.
He’s also no longer satisfied to just live off the profits of his algorithm, letting his company function just as a sales team. He’s back in the office, working tirelessly on new and innovative programs.
He hired me back, of course, and I head the development team in the office. I thought I’d be out of my league here, but it turns out I have a lot of good programming ideas. I don’t always know exactly how to implement them, but that’s why there’s a whole team at my disposal, after all.
Ryan’s no longer called the Douchebag Billionaire. Articles now actually use his real name, and there was a flood of articles featuring our relationship, describing how he’s turned his life around.
“Well I guess you won’t be coming back to work at the furniture store,” said my mother, when we talked on the phone.
The wedding is scheduled for six months down the road, once we get our newest piece of software up and off the ground. Hailey, of course, is my maid of honor. We made up, of course. A life with Hailey wouldn’t be a complete life for me. But a life without Ryan… at this point that would be impossible to even dream of.
My parents, and everyone else I invite, are thrilled about coming to the wedding, perhaps more so than usual, since it’s going to be quite an expensive and fancy affair. Ryan’s company is doing better than ever, and the money is rolling in. I never have to worry about money ever again, but the work is fun, exactly what I want to be doing, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
The wedding date seems to zoom up out of nowhere, burning through calendar days.
Before I know it, it’s the night before the wedding.
And I’m at Ryan’s house.
“Aren’t I supposed to be staying somewhere else before the wedding night?” I say, snuggling up to Ryan on the couch in his living room. “I’m not supposed to see you for a full day, right?”
The soothing sounds of outdoor fountains come faintly into the living room.
“That’s just a superstition,” growls Ryan. “And plus, don’t you remember that you’re not longer a virgi
n?”
I laugh. “How could I ever forget? But I’m still pure, aren’t I?”
Ryan chuckles deeply. “Of course, baby. But I’m about to change that.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Come to the bedroom and you’ll find out.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say, as his body presses against me, and his mouth mashes into mine.
I know I’m wet. My clit is already swollen. My body is eager for him. I feel his rock hard cock pressing into me.
But before things go too far here on the couch, he picks me up and walks me to the bedroom.
I gasp when I see the room.
“When did you have time to do all this?”
The lights of the master bedroom are off, but the entire room is filled with small candles that cast flickering light on the walls.
The sheets on the bed are pulled partially down, and the entire surface is covered in beautiful rose pedals.
“I thought it’d be a surprise for our pre-wedding night,” growls Ryan.
“It’s breathtaking,” I say.
It’s only as Ryan lowers me to the bed, that I notice the long strips of silk that are hanging off the bedpost where they are tied.
“What are these?”
“You’ll see,” growls Ryan, as he ties me up, gently.
Now he’s removing my clothes, and his. I watch as he unzips his pants and lets them fall away, and as he pulls out his massive cock, already erect and swollen for me.
He pulls tight the last knot, and my wrists are attached securely to the bedposts.
“I like this,” I say, my eyes locking onto his.
“I thought you would,” he growls.
His hands brush across the bare skin on my arms. His tongue twirls around my erect nipples. I’m already panting.
I moan as his hands move across me.
“Fuck me, please,” I moan, straining my arms against the silk bindings.
Ryan’s on top of me, his rippling abs pressing against me. His cock enters me, and I gasp.
“It’s going to be a long night,” growls Ryan.
THE END
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Chloe
The windows of my old car are steaming up. I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.
Dan is next to me, his massive and muscular body turned towards me from the passenger seat. He’s over six feet tall and easily 200 pounds of solid muscle.
His hair is a gorgeous brown, with just enough wave to it. His eyes are a piercing blue that seem to see right through me.
“It’s so great seeing you again,” says Dan, looking right into my eyes.
“You, too,” I say, hoping I don’t sound too breathless with desire.
We’re parked at the edge of a deserted park. The dark trees rise up around us, and if the windows weren’t fogged, we’d be able to see the bright stars in the pitch-black sky.
“We never got to spend much time together in high school,” says Dan.
“It’s almost midnight,” I say.
“Won’t you stay out with me a little while longer?”
I nod my head shyly. “Of course,” I say, my voice almost a whisper.
“You’ve become so beautiful,” says Dan.
I don’t know what to say. It feels like my voice is stuck. I can’t believe he’s telling me I’m beautiful! I can’t believe it! These thoughts race through my head, exploding like firecrackers.
Dan was the football star in high school. Every girl wanted him, and he seemed to want them all.
I want to tell him that I can’t believe he’s sitting in the car with me here at midnight. I want to tell him that he’s the most beautiful, handsome, hot man I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to tell him so many things, but instead, I say something inane, because I don’t know what else to say.
“So you really like college, then?” I say.
“Sure,” says Dan, laughing. “It’s amazing. I’ve got a ton of friends from the football team, and Coach really likes me. The parties are amazing. You should think about visiting sometime.”
“I’d really like that,” I say.
“Plus,” says Dan. “It’s nothing like high school. People aren’t as divided into cliques the way they were. In college, you’re just who you are. People don’t judge you.”
“That’d be nice,” I say, laughing nervously.
Dan was the star jock in high school, the popular kid. We were in the same class, but we rarely talked, even though we lived on the same block. I was the shy nerd, the good student. I was on the total opposite social spectrum from Dan.
I never thought he’d look my way. I never thought he’d be looking at me as he is now, only inches away from me in the steamed up car.
“I’m glad we had you and your dad over for dinner tonight,” says Dan.
“Me too,” I say.
I’m trying to stay calm on the outside, but inside my mind is racing with anxiety. I want so desperately to kiss him. But does he want me? Could he possibly want me?
I can’t believe I’m sitting so close to him.
Does he notice my rapid breathing? Does he see my nipples?
Dan is home from college for Thanksgiving, and because of my dad’s situation, his family invited us over for dinner. Dan somehow wrangled me into driving him to the store, and then suggested we drive to this deserted park, and that’s why we’re here now.
Dan’s in his first year at college, at the big university, Cratemore, playing football on a scholarship. I should be at college too now, but I’m at home taking care of my dad.
“You know,” says Dan. “I meet a lot of girls at school…”
I hold my breath. Where is he going with this? He doesn’t want me after all? My pulse feels like it’s skyrocketing again, my heart beating fast. I worry that I’ll break into a cold sweat.
I want him. I want him so much, like no one else I’ve ever seen.
“But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” says Dan.
My heart stops for a moment. I can’t believe my ears. I open my mouth but no words come out.
Dan chuckles. “I’m serious,” he says. “It’s not just some line.”
“I know it’s not,” I say, finally finding my voice.
Dan gazes into my eyes. He’s leaning in, across the gap between our seats that now seems impossibly large.
He places his large, strong hand gently on my shoulder.
His massive chest is coming towards me. His mouth is just an inch from mine, getting closer and closer.
I bring my lips to meet his, and he kisses me, and I kiss him back. It’s the most incredible sensation, but I’m almost distracted from it by thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening! I can’t believe it! Dan! I’m making out with Dan!”
Dan’s lips are just perfect. His hand is brushing across my shoulder, towards my breasts, and I’ve never wanted someone to touch me more. Come on, I think, touch me. I need to feel you on my breasts, on my chest. I need you to feel my hard nipples and massage me and I need you to make me moan.
Is his cock hard? I want to reach out and touch it like I’ve never wanted anything before. I want to swallow up his hard cock, wrapping my lips around it. I want him inside me, deep inside me, thrusting into me as he makes me moan, as he grunts in pleasure.
There’s a loud rapping sound at my window.
“What was that?” says Dan, pulling away from me.
I already long for Dan’s lips again to be on mine. He feels so far away now, and I feel alone, so alone. He’s less than a foot from me in the passenger’s seat, but it feels like miles.
Who’s at the window? I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, about to leap through my chest.
“Roll down the window,” says a commanding voice from the outside.
“I think it’s the police,” says Dan, sound
ing calm himself. “Come on, roll it down. It’s fine.”
But the fact that it’s the police doesn’t make me feel any easier. Aren’t we breaking the law by being here? We’re not supposed to be at this park after hours, especially not at midnight.
“Won’t we get in trouble?” I whisper to Dan.
“It’s fine,” says Dan, grinning at me.
I take him at his word and start to roll the window down. The car is an old beater, all that I can afford, and the window makes crunching sounds as it rolls down.
Sure enough, it’s a tall police officer shining a light in our faces.
“License and registration,” he says, not sounding the least bit friendly.
“Officer,” I say, my voice pleading. “I’m sorry. I know we’re here after hours, but…”
“License and registration,” says the officer, sounding even less friendly than before.
He’s going to arrest us. I know it. I’m going to have to have my sick dad come down to the jail and bail me out, and who knows how much this is going to cost me. It could be thousands of dollars, and it could go on my permanent record. I don’t even have a record, and now I’m going to have a criminal one. I’ll have to let my potential future employers know I have a criminal record. I’ll never get a job again.
“Sir,” I say. “I can explain…”
“It’s OK, Chloe,” says Dan in a soothing voice.
“Step out of the car,” says the officer, almost shouting at me.
I start to cry.
“Step out of the car,” he says.
Like a robot, I do what he says, opening the car door that squeaks on its rusty hinges. I’m certain this is the end of any opportunities I’ll ever have.
“Both of you. Step out of the car.”
I’m standing in the cold, shivering, with the officer towering above me. He shines the bright light in my face and I go blind for a moment.
I’m just waiting for the handcuffs to be slapped around my wrists.
Now he shines the light at Dan.
“Dan!” he suddenly says, his whole tone changing. Now he doesn’t sound like a strict and gruff police officer. “Is that you, Dan?”
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