Handjob Hallpass

Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction and does not represent my views politically or morally. It is entirely for entertainment, and I advise you to check the tags before continuing further. All characters of this story are 18 years of age, and it should not be implied otherwise under no circumstances.

Part 1- Handjob Hallpass

You feel the gentle sensation of soft hands gliding over your body, feeling every part, enveloping every crevice of your body as you drown in an ocean of warmth from the girls that surround you. Where are you?

You snap out of your trance as the bell rings. Another day had gone by just like that. At least now you can get to what’s important, you think.

The cassette tape gently whirs as you pop on your headphones and press play on your walkman. You eye the girls volleyball club getting out of practice and wonder why you never did a sport. That way, you’d get to see them every day (you’re not exactly the brightest in some areas).

Not that anything like that really matters to you, you think, hopping on your bike and heading home to your apartment. Life is good, albeit boring. The only thing that really captures your interest is hacking, and you are damn good at it. Going by the alias “Mr. Hackerman,” you are a well-known name across the small exclusive message boards that only the elite hackers are a part of. And your reputation does not come without its fair share of benefits and dangers. The work certainly pays the bills, allowing you to attend a private institution even in the crime riddle city. To the government, however, you’re as good as dead for the crimes you’ve committed to get there.

You grab the mail out of the mailbox and begin tossing each into the trash one by one. Nothing but ads as usual. Nothing, except that last envelope sitting between your hands.

To Mr. Hackerman.

Time itself slows down around you. How did someone find out where you live? How do they know your hacker alias? Your heart beats rapidly. This is it. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Excitement.

You scramble upstairs, ripping off the envelope to find a floppy disk inside and a card that reads, “Don’t worry. I’m not a virus.”

You smirk. There’s no virus your antivirus can’t take care of anyway. Sliding into your chair, you slide the floppy disk in. Green foreign lines of vertical text begin flooding your screen. In the middle, a number displays: 1930589309.

As abruptly as they appeared, the lines disappear and on your blank screen, a green message box appears.

I’ve been watching you.

Mr. Hackerman.

Your lips can’t help but curl into a smile. Now this was someone worth your time.

Who are you?

I am the Sphinx. I am your guide, your adversary. I know you more than anyone, more than you. Say Flynn. Aren’t you bored?

Your eyes widen.

What do you want?

Complete my 3 challenges and I promise you will never be bored again.

Challenge 1: Hack Reality.

Do you accept?