Lizzy
The next day
As tempting as it was to wait until the weekend and take Hank Matthews up on his offer to tour his building, so I could get inside, I didn’t know if that would give me the access I needed. It was unlikely that a man like Josef Weber would leave incriminating evidence lying around. I needed someone on the inside, and I had them—once they fell deeper into my trap. I took the computers back to my place, set up my bedroom to look like a teenage girl threw up pop culture on the walls, and then waited until my pretend school day was over. I watched as Hank Matthews got online, and a smile spread across my face when I was the first person he messaged. He had been thinking about me all day—I just had to get him to admit it.
TheHankster: Hey there, beautiful.
SunshineSoul16: Hello!
TheHankster: So, your parents aren’t home tonight?
SunshineSoul16: Nope! They just left for a dinner party. I think it’s a date. :)
TheHankster: No brothers or sisters around?
SunshineSoul16: I’m an only child, so I’m here by myself.
TheHankster: Want to turn on your camera for me?
SunshineSoul16: Do I get to see you too?
TheHankster: Of course.
Hank’s company profile picture was taken at least ten years and thirty pounds before he turned his camera on. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, but far from my type. I had pretended before, so I prepared to do my best acting job ever. Seeing me seemed to loosen his inhibitions a lot and I was already loading up all of his personal information on the other laptop. He had a wife, two children, and he was a deacon at his church. I could make all of that come crashing down with the push of a button, but I was going to spare him all of that—at least until I got what I needed. I knew he would cave.
It didn’t take long for him to ask to see my tits. Normally, I never showed them to anyone, but I needed Hank deep in my web. I needed him to believe he was seeing SunshineSoul’s underage nipples—and I was going to show him more too—anything that it took to keep his attention until he was so far gone that there was no way he could talk his way back from the ledge. I finally convinced him to show me his cock—and I stifled my disgust as he started stroking it to my image on the screen. I let my hand fall beneath my desk—pretended to masturbate along with him—getting off on the thought of having him inside me. At least that was what he needed to believe.
“Okay, Mr. Matthews. I believe we’ve had enough fun.” I put my hand back on my desk and leaned back.
“What? I was just about to finish—wait, did you call me Mr. Matthews?” I watched his hand stop stroking and his erection began to fade.
“Yes. Mr. Hank Matthews, husband to Faith Matthews. Deacon at the First Baptist Church in Chicago—the one on Second Street.” I tilted my head to the side.
“What the fuck…” I saw his hand reach towards his camera to shut it off.
“If you end this conversation, then the next thing I do is email a video of what we just did to everyone on your friends list.” I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t want them to see you talking to a sixteen-year-old girl do you—especially with your dick out.”
“Holy shit.” I saw terror in his eyes. “What do you want? Money? I…”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I want something from Weber Acquisitions.”
“My—company?” He blinked in surprise. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m a little dose of sunshine—but not for you.” I exhaled sharply. “Tomorrow, you’re going to walk into work and you’re going to look up a list of companies that Weber Acquisitions purchased—I want everything related to them. I’ll send you a link where I want you to put all of the documents.”
“This is—this is blackmail.” His face turned white. “You can’t do this! My boss tracks everything! He’ll know it was me!”
“What is more valuable to you right now? Your job or your reputation?” I growled under my breath. “You have to choose one of them right now, and if I were you, I’d choose the one that won’t put you in a jail cell with a bunch of men that would love to make you the sixteen-year-old girl.”
“Fuck…” A blank expression settled on his face. “Okay, I’ll do it—but you have to destroy this video!”
“If you put those documents here.” I sent him a link over the chat server. “Then you’ll never hear from me again.”
“I need—proof.” He leaned forward. “How do I know you won’t ask for something else?”
“You don’t, but then again—I think that’s fair.” I nodded slowly. “You should be a little more careful online, Mr. Matthews.”
I shut down the camera and ended our chat session. For the first time, I felt good about what I had done to someone when I took advantage of their fantasies. I felt empowered using my skills for good instead of malice. Mr. Matthews was definitely not going to spend the rest of his life living in fear of me. As soon as I had what I needed, I was going to email all of his chat logs to the authorities. My persona might have been a lie, but the other girls weren’t—and judging by some of his logs, I wasn’t the first girl that had seen his dick. He was a predator, and he deserved nothing less than everything he was going to get, but I needed his compliance before I could pull the trigger.