She doesn't get a chance

"Hey Jill, come here."

With a silent curse the young woman danced over toward him.

"Stop dancing, you look like an idiot. Sit down and start answering these e-mails."

"Thank God," she thought to herself. She was in great shape, and loved to dance, but maybe she could send out an SOS via e-mail.

"I want you to respond only to the e-mails I've left undeleted." he said, pointing to the screen.

Jill sat in the chair he vacated for her and stared. "Those are scams!" she protested.

"Yup," he smirked. "Be silent. Give them all the information they ask for."

Jill's traitorous fingers immediately began to answer one phishing e-mail after another, obediently providing her credit card number, bank account information, and social insurance information and personal information to every e-mail that asked for it.

In short order she'd 'ordered' eight credit cards, verified her banking information to her bank three times, and confirmed her password to an online payment site she used occasionally. She even signed up for three 'dating services', providing intimate details about her sexual history as well as her contact information.

The most embarrassing part of it all was when one e-mail asked what her dirtiest fantasy was. Kyle has made an interested sound as she typed, "To be used like one of those pornstars with the big fake tits, getting gangbanged by the biggest cocks possible." She'd never so much as hinted at that ridiculous fantasy to anyone. The only time she'd ever even considered it was in the midst of masturbating, and even then she'd slid it to the side as disgusting.

Laughing, Kyle directed her to some shopping sites, most specializing in adult toys and fetish clothes. She ended up with a few outfits that wouldn't have looked out of place on a hooker, a stack of porn dvds specializing in gangbangs, and a number of sex toys, typically the largest sizes available.

By the time she'd finished three of the credit card e-mails she'd answered had replied back to her with additional offers. She ended up filling out five more 'applications' before they finished and Kyle let her turn off the computer.

Surely it must almost be over, she thought. It seemed like he'd been there the entire day. But looking at her clock she realized it had only been an hour, maybe an hour and a half.

"Next task..."