I come to a decision and turn off the water, stopping the pathetic, tepid flow. I dry off, dress in my pajamas, and log back online, looking for HackOffMyBigCock.

CHAPTER 30: HackOffMyBigCock

HackOffMyBigCock: what’s up sexy?

“I need to talk to you. Can I call you?”

HackOffMyBigCock: let’s move to Skype. I’ll hit u up there in 5

“Great. Thanks.”

One ridiculous invasion of privacy that Cams.com affords us models is the IP addresses of any client who enters our private or free chats. I didn’t write down the IP address of Ralph, but I do have a key logger program installed on my computer that takes a screenshot of my screen every thirty seconds. I log into the software and find the screenshots from earlier, RalphMA35’s IP address displayed clearly in the lower left section of the screen. I jot it on a sticky note and log into Skype. Mike is already there, waiting for me.

“What’cha got for me?” His voice comes through clearly, though he had turned off the camera.

“I need you to trace an IP address.”

“You want just a location—address?”

“I want everything you can get me.”

“Everything is a lot. You sure you want—”

“Everything. I’ll have more questions for you once I get that info.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?”

“Two hundred bucks. And an anal show—twenty minutes.”

“How about three hundred and no anal? You know I hate that shit.”

He laughs, the mike distorting the sound. “That’s why I’m asking for it. Come on. You can choose the toy. Twenty minutes and two hundred bucks.”

“Ten minutes. You know I can get you off in that time period.”

“Ouch. But you have a point.” He pauses, and I wait, fighting the urge to bite my nails. “Okay. Email me the IP, and I’ll send you the info later tonight.”

I smile. “You’re the best.”

“I try. Night baby.”

“Night Mike.”

Mike is as good as promised. Within two hours I have a name, address, social security number and Ralph’s last two tax returns. I also have a complete dossier on the man, including employment records, medical reports, and a complete background check. I grab an apple from the kitchen and settle in to read the information.

Ralph Atkins, age forty-one, is a plumber. He was born in Statesboro, Georgia, and has two siblings. He has no children, or at least no dependents listed on his tax returns. Income last year is listed at $49,029. Criminal background check is clean. Medical stats showed him to be five-foot nine-inches tall, one hundred and ninety pounds, with thirty percent body fat. He had had an appendectomy six years ago, and is currently prescribed ten milligrams a day of Crestol for high cholesterol. He drives a late-model Ford Explorer, with a tag number of X42FF.

He does not live in Massachusetts, as I expected from his MA monger, but Brooklet, GA—a small farming town with a population of 1,250, a tiny police force, and one local doctor. Google Maps shows Brooklet to be a thirteen-hour drive from my apartment.

What is missing from the information is if he knows a young girl named Annie. The possibilities seemed endless. A small town full of neighborhood kids and a job that takes him in and out of homes in all the surrounding towns. Couple that with two siblings, unknown cousins and unknown nieces. How could I ever find her? What if her name isn’t Annie? What if she doesn’t even exist?

I IM Mike back, asking for all known relatives of Ralph’s siblings, as well as all neighbor kids within a five-mile radius. I also ask for the last six months of plumbing jobs that Ralph had had and any hobbies or extracurricular activities of his.

Mike’s response came too soon to be productive.

—Your pu**y isn’t that good bb.

How much?

—$1000

Okay. I also need to know everything he is doing online—computer history, that kind of stuff. Can you get all that from his computer?

—Why?

Can you get it? I’ll go to someone else if not.

—Bitchy … Will he open an attachment that u send him?

Yes. If you can hide it in an image or video file.

—Ok. Then yes. Two thousand.

For both?

—No. For the computer clone. It will give you his files also.

$3k is pricey. Services exchange?

—Not for this shit. This is jail time shit.

Okay. $3500 if I can get it in the next 48 hours.

—Deal.

—Still love you babe

u2. get to work. :)

I ended up wasting that initial thousand dollars. I didn’t have to do any searching for her at all. Three days later, everyone in the country knew who Annie was. And everyone was hoping she was still alive.

CHAPTER 31: takeitALL61

FINANCIAL DOMINATION: A fetish that is rooted in deep need for a loss of control. Present mostly in submissive/dominant relationships, the arousal comes from the thought or action of being swindled or manipulated into parting with money. The larger the sum, the more aroused the submissive might become. For some, their strongest fantasies center around financial ruin.8

TakeitALL61 seemed to be the perfect man: sweet, caring, and wanting to give me every dollar in his wallet. We chatted for almost two months before he dropped off the face of the Earth. I’m assuming he finally hit rock bottom. I hope the orgasms were worth it.

Our first chat was almost six months ago.

- FREE CHAT ENDED - takeitALL61 HAS STARTED A PRIVATE CHAT