Hard to get

Over the next few weeks, Meg made repeated attempts to arrange a meeting with Jake. Her initial embarrassment faded, replaced by a burning curiosity and desire to finally meet the man who had seen her most intimate moments.

"How about coffee this Saturday?" she texted one evening. "There's a cute little cafe near my office…"

Jake's response came hours later: "Sorry, swamped with work this weekend."

Meg sighed, trying to quell her disappointment. She understood busy schedules - her own job at the law firm often demanded long hours. Still, a nagging doubt began to form in the back of her mind.

A week later, she tried again. "Drinks after work on Friday? I know a great little bar downtown."

This time, Jake's excuse was a family obligation. "My cousin's in town. Maybe next week?"

But next week never seemed to come. Each time Meg suggested meeting up, Jake had a ready excuse - a work emergency, a sick pet, car trouble. The pattern continued for over a month, leaving Meg increasingly frustrated and suspicious.

Meg's heart raced as she scrolled through her message history with Jake. She had sent him far more than just that first impulsive video. Over the past weeks, she had recorded herself in increasingly explicit scenarios at his request.

There was the striptease video, where she had slowly peeled off her work clothes piece by piece. She had started with her crisp white blouse, unbuttoning it torturously slowly to reveal her lacy bra underneath. Then she had shimmied out of her pencil skirt, her hips swaying hypnotically. The video ended with her completely nude, giving the camera a coy wink.

But that was tame compared to what came next. Jake had asked to see her pleasure herself, so Meg had obliged with a video of her using her favorite vibrator. The camera captured every detail - the flush spreading across her chest, her toes curling as she neared climax, her face contorting in ecstasy.

The most recent video made Meg's cheeks burn as she rewatched it. She had filmed herself with a large dildo, demonstrating her oral skills before riding it enthusiastically. Her face was clearly visible throughout, her green eyes locked on the camera as she took the toy deep inside herself.

Meg buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the realization of how much of herself she had shared with this virtual stranger. Every moan, every expression of pleasure, every intimate part of her body - it was all there in vivid detail.

Meg's mind raced with possibilities as she paced her apartment. Why was Jake so **** to meet in person? She had bared her soul - and her body - to him. Their virtual connection was electric, their conversations intimate and intense. Yet he kept finding excuses to avoid her.

She pulled up his profile picture again, studying the handsome face she had come to know so well. His piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right through the screen. That chiseled jawline, those full lips that she longed to kiss. Was it all an illusion?

"Maybe he's married," Meg muttered to herself, chewing her bottom lip anxiously. The thought made her stomach churn with guilt. She imagined Jake in a suit, slipping off a wedding ring before texting her. It was wrong, but at this point she think she would even ride his cock while sucking his ring finger.

Or perhaps he was hiding something darker. Meg's mind conjured images of Jake as some kind of criminal mastermind, using her for nefarious purposes. But even that didn't cool her ardor.

Meg flopped onto her bed, her body tingling with frustrated desire. She didn't care if Jake was married, or a criminal, or even an alien in disguise. She just wanted to feel his hands on her body, to make their virtual passion a reality.

Meg stared at Jake's picture, her frustration reaching a boiling point. His blue eyes seemed to glow unnaturally, his perfect features almost too symmetrical. She thought back to their conversations, how he always talked about breeding and impregnation. A wild theory began to form in her lust-addled mind.

"Maybe you're not even human," she whispered, tracing his face on the screen. "Some alien species that interbreeds with humans. Is that why you won't meet me? Afraid I'll discover your secret?"

She laughed at the absurdity of it, but the idea sent a thrill through her body. Meg imagined Jake's true form - perhaps tentacles instead of arms, or multiple sets of eyes. Her core clenched at the thought of being taken by such an otherworldly creature.

"Well, fine then," she growled at the phone. "Abduct me already, you slow bastard. Lay eggs in me, whatever - just touch me!"

Her **** words met only silence. The apartment felt oppressively quiet, amplifying her loneliness. Meg flopped back on the bed with a frustrated groan.

"What am I doing?" she muttered, covering her face. "I've lost my mind."

—-

The next morning at work, Meg found herself unable to focus on her tasks. Her eyes kept drifting to the computer, where she had access to various legal databases and public records. She knew it was unethical, a violation of privacy and potentially her job, but the temptation was overwhelming.

"Just a quick search," she murmured, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she entered Jake's full name and the few details she knew about him.

At first, nothing unusual came up. Jake's social media profiles matched what she already knew. But as Meg dug deeper, using her legal research skills, she began to uncover discrepancies. Her legal research skills, honed over years of assisting at the law firm, allowed her to access databases and records not available to the general public. As she dug further, a pit formed in her stomach.

Jake's supposed place of employment had no record of him. His claimed alma mater had never heard of him. There was no property listed under his name, no vehicle registrations, no tax records. It was as if Jake had never existed.

Meg's hands trembled as she tried more obscure searches. She looked for birth records, **** certificates of possible relatives, even criminal records - anything that might prove Jake was a real person. But each search came up empty.

For one wild moment, Meg's mind flashed back to her alien abduction fantasy. Maybe Jake really wasn't human. Maybe he was some otherworldly being, come to Earth to breed with unsuspecting women. Her heart pounded at the thought.

But then Meg shook her head, forcing herself back to reality. "Don't be ridiculous," she muttered, rubbing her temples. "There's a much simpler explanation."

The truth hit her like a punch to the gut. Jake wasn't his real name.

Meg's mind reeled as she tried to process the information. If Jake wasn't real, then who was the man in the videos? She had seen him - his piercing blue eyes, his chiseled jawline, his muscular body. Those weren't fake. The way he had stroked himself, the sounds of his pleasure - those had been real too.

She replayed their video chats in her mind, analyzing every detail. His voice, deep and resonant, had sent shivers down her spine. The way his eyes had darkened with desire as she stripped for him, the twitch of his cock as she spread herself open - those reactions couldn't have been faked.

"So who are you really?" Meg whispered, staring at Jake's picture on her phone.

The marriage theory didn't make sense either. What kind of married man would think explicit sexting and video chats were okay, but draw the line at meeting in person? If he was willing to cheat virtually, why not take it all the way?

Meg's heart raced as she hatched her plan. She knew it was unethical, a violation of privacy, but her need for answers overrode her moral compass. With trembling hands, she open a network monitoring tool on her work laptop.

"Please work," she whispered, launching the messaging app on her computer. Now she just needed Jake to respond, giving her the chance to trace his IP address.

Meg hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the camera button. Then, steeling her resolve, she began to compose the most provocative photo she could imagine.

Meg glanced around the office nervously, making sure no one was nearby. Her heart pounded as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs wide, pushing her chair back from her desk.

With shaking hands, she positioned her phone between her thighs. She pulled her panties to the side, exposing herself completely. Using her free hand, she spread her folds open, making sure every intimate detail was visible.

Meg's cheeks burned with shame as she snapped the photo. The image captured her entire body from the neck down - her breasts spilling out of her bra, her skirt bunched around her waist, and her most private areas on full display. Her arousal glistened in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the office.

Before she could lose her nerve, Meg hit send. She quickly straightened her clothes, her skin tingling with a mixture of excitement and fear. What if someone had seen?

But those concerns paled in comparison to her **** need for answers. Meg stared intently at her screen, waiting for Jake's response and the chance to trace his location.

Jake's reply came almost instantly, making Meg's phone buzz urgently on her desk. Her heart raced as she opened the message, her eyes widening at his explicit response:

"Fuck, you naughty little slut. I want to bend you over that desk right now and bury my cock deep inside that wet pussy. I'd pound you so hard the whole office would hear you screaming my name. Then I'd flip you over and cover those perfect tits with my cum."

Meg flushed crimson, a jolt of arousal shooting through her core despite the crude language. She glanced around furtively, paranoid someone might have seen the message.

Her hands trembled as she checked the tracking program. To her immense relief, it had worked - Jake's IP address was displayed on the screen, along with a rough location. Meg's breath caught in her throat as she realized he was much closer than she had imagined.

Meg's heart raced as she waited for the location to load, her guilt warring with her **** need for answers. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to give Jake one final chance to meet. With trembling fingers, she began to type a response:

"I can't stop thinking about your cock in me, Jake. There's a little motel just outside the city limits - The Pinewood Inn. Very discreet. No one would know us there. I'll be waiting, ready for you to have your way with me. No limits. Do whatever you desire..."

Meg's fingers hovered over the keyboard as she composed her reply, her mind racing with possibilities. She decided to play into Jake's fantasies, hinting at her own deepest desires without being too overt.

"Mmm, you have no idea how badly I want that," she typed, biting her lip. "I can almost feel your hands on me right now. You know, I've never been on birth control... I've always been too scared of the side effects. Isn't that silly of me?"

She paused, her heart pounding as she continued:

"I don't even keep condoms in my purse. Such a careless girl, aren't I? Always so unprepared. Maybe you should pick some up on your way over... unless you forget, of course. Accidents do happen, after all."

Meg's cheeks burned as she hit send, shocked by her own boldness. She was practically inviting him to take her raw, to fill her with his seed. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

Meg's heart pounded as she waited for Jake's response, her mind racing with possibilities. She had laid it all out there, offering herself completely. The thrill of potentially meeting him in person warred with a growing sense of anxiety.

What if he actually agreed? Meg's stomach fluttered as she imagined Jake showing up at the motel, his piercing blue eyes drinking her in hungrily. She pictured herself spread out on the bed, **** and exposed as he loomed over her. She never took birth control, and she really didn't have any condoms - she hadn't been with anyone since her last relationship ended. The reality of potentially having unprotected sex with a virtual stranger suddenly hit her.

Meg's mind raced through worst-case scenarios. What if Jake had an STD? What if he was rougher than she anticipated, pushing past her limits? And oh god, what if she actually got pregnant? She imagined herself swollen with child, trying to explain to her conservative parents how she'd been knocked up by a man she met online.

But even as anxiety churned in her gut, Meg felt a perverse thrill at the danger of it all. The idea of Jake's bare cock sliding into her, filling her with his seed, made her pussy clench with need. She imagination ran wild, drowning out her fears with a wave of desire.

The seconds felt like hours as she anxiously awaited Jake's reply, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. Finally, her phone buzzed, jolting her from her thoughts.