The plan

A few days later, Meg's fingers hovered over her phone screen, hesitating before finally tapping out a message to Suzie. "Hey, can you come over tonight? I really need to talk." She hit send before she could second-guess herself.

Suzie's reply came quickly: "Of course, hon. I'll be there at 7. Everything okay?"

Meg stared at the message, her stomach churning. "Yeah, just need some girl time," she responded, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue.

As the hours ticked by, Meg made a halfhearted attempt to tidy her apartment. She gathered discarded clothing from the floor, tossing it into the overflowing hamper. Empty takeout containers and crumpled energy drink cans were swept into a trash bag. She spritzed air freshener to mask the lingering scent of sweat and sex that seemed to permeate every surface.

Despite her efforts, the apartment was a far cry from its former immaculate state. Dishes still crowded the sink, and dust had settled on neglected surfaces. The bookshelf, once meticulously organized, now housed a chaotic jumble of legal texts and manga volumes.

Meg caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror and winced. Her usually sleek chestnut hair hung in limp, greasy strands. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, a testament to nights spent tossing and turning. She wore one of Jeffrey's oversized t-shirt.

Meg sighed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. Jeffrey's scent still clung to the shirt, a musky reminder of their frenzied night. Her body ached pleasantly, muscles protesting as she stretched. Purple bruises bloomed across her collarbone and dotted her hips, evidence of Jeffrey's passionate grip.

She lifted the hem of the shirt, examining the marks on her stomach. Finger-shaped bruises decorated her skin like a abstract painting. Meg traced them gently, remembering how Jeffrey's hands had roamed her body with **** hunger.

Her thighs trembled as she walked to the bathroom, still weak from hours spent wrapped around Jeffrey's waist. In the harsh fluorescent light, Meg scrutinized her reflection. Her lips were swollen and chapped, her neck mottled with hickeys. Dark circles emphasized the glassy, satisfied look in her eyes.

A wry smile tugged at her mouth as she flexed her wrist, feeling the familiar ache. "At least I'm getting a workout," she muttered, recalling how she'd stroked Jeffrey to climax again and again. Her core muscles burned from riding him, matching his frantic pace until they both saw stars.

Now he was back at his apartment, probably already engrossed in some new game or whatever. Meg snorted, equal parts amused and annoyed by his predictability. She knew she should shower before Suzie arrived, wash away the evidence of her night with Jeffrey.

But as Meg reached for the bathroom, she heard a sharp knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat. Suzie was early.

For a moment, Meg froze, paralyzed by indecision. The rational part of her brain screamed to jump in the shower, to scrub away the lingering scent and evidence of her night with Jeffrey. But another part, a wilder, more reckless part, whispered that maybe it was time to stop hiding.

Meg's fingers trailed over the bruises on her neck, feeling a strange surge of pride. Why should she be ashamed? She was a grown woman, free to spend her nights as she pleased.

With a deep breath, Meg straightened her shoulders and padded to the front door. She smoothed down Jeffrey's shirt, which barely covered her thighs, and ran her fingers through her tangled hair one last time.

As she opened the door, warm sunlight spilled into the apartment, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air. Suzie stood on the threshold, her curly red hair gleaming like copper in the morning light. Her freckled face broke into a wide smile as she took in Meg's disheveled appearance.

"Well, well," Suzie said, her green eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like someone had an interesting night."

Meg felt a blush creep up her neck, but she met Suzie's gaze steadily. "Come on in. Sorry about the mess."

Suzie's eyes darted around the cluttered apartment, taking in the scattered clothes and half-empty takeout containers. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the lingering scent of sweat and sex, but she said nothing.

"Let me grab us something to drink," Meg said, padding to the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge, pushing aside Jeffrey's energy drinks to find a bottle of white wine. "This okay?"

Suzie nodded, settling onto the worn couch. "Perfect. Looks like we both could use a glass."

Meg poured generous servings into mismatched mugs - all her wine glasses were dirty in the sink. She handed one to Suzie before curling up in the armchair across from her, tugging Jeffrey's shirt down to cover her thighs.

For a while, they sipped their wine and complained about work. Suzie ranted about a difficult client at the accounting firm, while Meg vented her frustrations with her boss's impossible deadlines.

"I swear, James thinks I'm some kind of legal robot," Meg grumbled. "Like I don't need sleep or a social life."

Suzie snorted. "Based on your current state, I'd say you managed to squeeze in some social time."

Meg felt her cheeks flush. She took a long swig of wine, buying time. Suzie's

Suzie's eyes roamed over Meg's disheveled appearance, taking in the bruises peeking out from beneath Jeffrey's oversized shirt. A knowing smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she refilled their mugs with more wine.

"So," Suzie drawled, her voice rich with curiosity, "are you going to tell me about this mystery man who's been turning your world upside down?"

Meg's fingers tightened around her mug, her heart racing. She opened her mouth to deflect, but Suzie cut her off with a gentle laugh.

"Come on, Meg. I've known you for years. You're usually so put-together, your apartment spotless. Now look at this place." Suzie gestured around the cluttered room. "Empty takeout containers, clothes everywhere. And don't think I haven't noticed how distracted you've been at work lately."

Meg squirmed in her seat, torn between embarrassment and a strange pride. Suzie leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Spill it, girl. Who's this guy that's got you so wrapped up you're forgetting to do laundry? Must be someone pretty special to make our perfectionist Meg let things slide."

The wine had loosened Meg's tongue, and she found herself wanting to confide in her friend. "It's... complicated," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Meg took a deep breath, the wine emboldening her. "His name is Jeffrey," she began, her voice soft but steady. "And he's... different from anyone I've ever been with."

Suzie leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Different how?"

Meg took another sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"He's... intense," Meg began, her voice low and intimate. "When we're together, it's like the rest of the world fades away. He makes me feel things I've never felt before."

Meg's eyes fluttered open, a flush creeping up her neck as she continued. "Jeffrey is... insatiable. From the moment he walks through the door, his hands are all over me. He doesn't care if I'm in the middle of work or cooking dinner. He just bends me over whatever's nearby and takes me."

Suzie's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. Meg pressed on, the words tumbling out now.

"He treats me like his personal sex doll, Suzie. Always ready, always willing. He'll wake me up at 3 AM, already hard and pressing against me. And I... I love it. The way he uses my body for his pleasure, pumping into me relentlessly until he's satisfied."

Meg's breath quickened as she recalled their encounters. "Sometimes he'll go for hours, just pounding away. My legs will be shaking, my whole body oversensitive, but he doesn't stop. Not until he's completely spent."

She let out a shaky laugh. "I've lost count of how many times he's made me climax in a single night. It's like he's on a mission to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body."

Suzie sat frozen, her wine forgotten as she listened to Meg's confession. Meg knew she should stop, but the floodgates had opened.

"He's an incorrigible pervert, Suzie. The things he whispers in my…"

Meg leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He refuses to wear a condom, Suzie. Always making excuses, saying he can't feel anything, that it ruins the moment. At first, I insisted, but he'd pout and sulk. Then he started trying to slip it off mid-act, hoping I wouldn't notice. In the end he was poking holes in them."

She took another gulp of wine, her cheeks flushed. "Eventually, I just... gave in. The way he feels inside me, raw and hot, it's intoxicating. But the bastard has an absurd breeding fetish. He's always talking about filling me up, making my belly swell with his child."

Suzie's eyes widened, but Meg pressed on, the words tumbling out now. "I have to get creative to avoid him finishing inside. Sometimes I'll quickly shift positions just as he's about to climax, so he spills on my back or stomach instead. Other times, I'll drop to my knees and take him in my mouth at the last second."

Meg's fingers traced the rim of her mug absently. "But lately... I don't know, Suzie. Part of me wants to just let him do it. To feel him pulse inside me, knowing he's trying to knock me up. It's terrifying and thrilling all at once."

She let out a shaky laugh. "What's wrong with me? I should be furious, but instead, I find myself wondering about next time…"

Suzie sat in stunned silence for a moment, her wine glass frozen halfway to her lips. Her eyes roamed over Meg's disheveled appearance, taking in the bruises and bite marks that peppered her friend's pale skin. When she finally spoke, her voice was low and careful.

"Wow, Meg. That's... intense. This Jeffrey must be quite something to have you so wrapped around his finger. I mean, for you to let him go bareback and risk pregnancy? He must be hung like a horse or look like a Greek god or something."

Meg let out a bitter laugh, running her fingers through her tangled hair. "Oh Suzie, if only. Jeffrey is... well, he's about as far from a Greek god as you can get."

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "He's hideous, Suzie. Absolutely repulsive. He's fat - and I don't mean a little chubby, I mean his gut hangs over his pants. His face is covered in angry red acne and pockmarked with old scars. He's unemployed, living in his mother's old home. And don't even get me started on his hygiene."

Suzie's eyebrows shot up, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Meg pressed on, the words tumbling out now.

"He's a porn addict too. Completely and utterly obsessed," Meg continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "His room is filled with explicit anime figurines and body pillows. He probably only lasts so long because his dick and mind are already desensitized by so much porn. He reads it, watches it, and even plays it."

Suzie's brow furrowed. "Plays it? What do you mean?"

Meg sighed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "There are these... games. Porn games. Visual novels with explicit scenes, dating sims where the goal is to get the characters naked. Jeffrey's obsessed with them."

She took another swig of wine, steeling herself. "The other night, I went over to his place. He was in the middle of one of these games - something about a magical girl. There were anime girls in skimpy outfits all over the screen."

Meg's voice dropped even lower. "He didn't even look up when I came in. Just kept clicking through dialogue, making choices. I stood there for a few minutes, watching as he navigated the character through increasingly lewd scenarios."

She closed her eyes, remembering. "Finally, I just... I don't know. I was frustrated, I guess. Angry that this stupid game was more interesting than me. So I dropped to my knees beside his chair and... and I started sucking his dick."

Meg's eyes glazed over, lost in the memory. "I sucked him, Suzie. Right there in his grimy bedroom, surrounded by lewd anime posters and figurines. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, growing harder with each bob of my head. The high-pitched moans from the TV behind me only made it hotter somehow. Those breathy anime girl voices, begging and pleading... it was like they were cheering me on."

She shivered, her nipples visibly hardening beneath the oversized shirt. Suzie noticed but decided it was better not to comment.

"It was... intoxicating," Meg continued, her voice husky. "Part of me wondered if this was some kind of brainwashing. If all the porn and hentai had rewired my brain somehow. But I couldn't stop."

Suzie cleared her throat. "So, you... you sucked him until-"

"No," Meg interrupted, her cheeks flushed. "I climbed on his dick. Straddled him right there in his gaming chair and rode him like my life depended on it. The whole time, those anime girls on the screen kept moaning and gasping. It was surreal."

Meg's voice dropped to a husky whisper as she continued. "He barely acknowledged me, Suzie. His eyes were glued to the screen, clicking through dialogue options as I bounced on his lap. The only sign that he even noticed was his grip tightening on my hips, guiding my movements to match the rhythm of the anime girl's moans."

She shivered, remembering the intensity. "When he finally came, it was like a dam bursting. He let out this guttural groan, his hips jerking upwards. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me up. The warmth spreading through me triggered my own orgasm. I came so hard I saw stars, Suzie. My whole body was shaking, clenching around him."

Meg's eyes glazed over, lost in the memory. "As I came down from the high, I realized the game had reached its climax too. The anime girl on screen was crying out in ecstasy, her exaggerated moans mixing with our heavy breathing. Jeffrey and I looked at each other and just... burst out laughing. It was so absurd, so ridiculous..."

She took another sip of wine, her cheeks flushed. "After that, it became a kind of routine. I'd come over, and he'd be in the middle of a game. Sometimes I'd just curl up next to him, watching. Other times, I'd start touching myself, matching the pace of whatever action was on. And some times, no, most times, it end's up with me putting him inside me, be it mouth or…"

Meg tilted her head back, draining the last drops of wine from her glass. She set it down with a soft clink, her eyes unfocused and glassy.

"Fuck, Suzie," she breathed, "When I say it all out loud like this... I sound like such a slut."

But Suzie was leaning forward, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. "No, Meg," she said, her voice low and husky. "When you say it like that... it all sounds so hot."

Meg's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? You don't think it's disgusting?"

Suzie shook her head, curls bouncing. "It's... intense. Raw. Primal, even." She bit her lip, hesitating before continuing. "To be honest, it's turning me on a little."

Meg felt a jolt of electricity course through her body at Suzie's words. She shifted in her seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how little she was wearing.

"I mean," Suzie continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "The way you described it... being used like that, treated like a sex toy... it's kind of a fantasy of mine."

Meg's breath caught in her throat. She watched as Suzie's tongue darted out, wetting her lips.

Meg found herself transfixed by Suzie's lips, watching as her tongue darted out to moisten them. They glistened in the dim light, plump and inviting. Meg's eyes traced their soft curves, imagining how they might feel pressed against her own. Or wrapped around...

She shook her head violently, cursing under her breath. What was she thinking? These were Jeffrey's thoughts, not hers. His perverse fantasies must be rubbing off on her, infecting her mind like some lewd virus.

"Are you okay?" Suzie asked, concern etched on her freckled face.

Meg **** a smile, pushing away the intrusive thoughts. "Yeah, sorry. Just... got lost in thought for a moment." She cleared her throat, steering the conversation back to safer waters. "Actually, there was a reason I asked you over tonight. It's about those messages you've been getting."

Suzie's brow furrowed. "The creepy ones on Instagram?"

Meg nodded slowly, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Yes, it's about this Jake guy."

Suzie's eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and excitement flickering across her face. "Oh, yeah? What about him?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you think... do you think he would treat me like that? Like how Jeffrey treats you?"

Meg's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Unfortunately, more than you would think."

Confusion clouded Suzie's features. "What? What do you mean?"

Meg took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Suzie, I know this Jake guy. In fact, I know him very well."

Suzie's brow furrowed. "You do? How?"

"Because," Meg said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Jake is Jeffrey."

Suzie's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "What? But... but that's impossible. Jake is... he's successful, attractive. You said Jeffrey was..."

Meg nodded, a wry smile twisting her lips. "Repulsive? Yeah, he is. But online, he's whoever he wants to be. And for you and me, he chose to be Jake."

Meg swiped through her phone, pulling up screenshots and messages. "Look," she said, handing it to Suzie. "Jeffrey used an AI to generate fake photos of this 'Jake' persona. He'd feed it descriptions - tall, dark, and handsome. Chiseled abs. Piercing blue eyes. The AI would spit out hyper-realistic images."

Suzie scrolled through the photos, her eyes wide. "But... the conversations. They felt so real."

Meg nodded. "He used chatbots too. Fed them your messages, had them craft responses. Sometimes he'd tweak them, adding personal touches. But mostly, it was all AI."

Suzie's cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh god," she whispered. "All those things I said... the pictures I sent..."

"I know," Meg said softly. "I'm so sorry, Suzie."

Suzie looked up, her eyes glistening. "But why? Why go through all this trouble?"

Meg sighed, her expression a mix of shame and resignation. "For control i guess. For power maybe. Jeffrey... he gets off on manipulating women. Making them fall for his fabricated personas."

She explained how Jake always had an excuse not to meet up. A last-minute work emergency. A sick relative. Car trouble. Each time, the excuse was meticulously crafted, just plausible enough to maintain the illusion.

"I started to get suspicious," Meg continued. "The excuses were too perfect, too frequent. So I did some digging."

She described how she'd traced Jake's IP address. How she'd pieced together the clues, following a digital trail that led her to a dingy apartment complex on the outskirts of town.

"I confronted him," Meg said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was so angry, so hurt. I wanted to scream, to hit him, to expose him for the fraud he was."

Meg's voice trailed off, her eyes distant. "But when I got there... something changed."

Meg's voice dropped to a hushed whisper as she continued. "When I arrived at his place, Suzie, it was... surreal. The smell hit me first - a pungent mix of sweat, stale food. Empty energy drink cans littered every surface, and the walls were plastered with lewd posters."

She closed her eyes, lost in the memory. "Jeffrey was there, as we talked, his whole body went rigid. His eyes were wild, darting between me and the door like a cornered animal."

Meg's fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt. "I was giving him a second change, to be a friend or something, but before I could speak, he was on me. His hands were everywhere, groping and pawing at my body with **** hunger. I could feel how hard he was, pressing against my thigh as he dry humped me like a dog in heat."

Suzie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Meg pressed on, her cheeks flushed.

"It was over in seconds. He let out this strangled groan and I felt warmth spreading across my skirt where he was pressed against me. He'd... he'd cum in his pants, just from that brief contact."

"Oh my god," Suzie breathed. "What did you do?"

Meg shook her head, a rueful smile playing at her lips. "I didn't do anything, Suzie. I just... left. Walked out without a word, my mind reeling."

Suzie leaned forward, her eyes wide. "But surely you called someone? The police? A therapist?"

"No," Meg said softly, her gaze distant. "I went home, took a long, hot shower, and tried to process what had happened. But the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. The desperation in his touch, the raw need in his eyes."

She took a shaky breath. "So a few days later, I went back."

"You what?" Suzie gasped.

Meg nodded, her cheeks flushing. "I know, it sounds crazy. But I had to see him again. To understand why I was so drawn to this... this repulsive, perverted man."

Meg's voice dropped to a whisper as she recounted her return to Jeffrey's apartment. "When I got there, the door was slightly ajar. I could hear... noises coming from inside. Grunts, the creaking of bedsprings. My heart was pounding as I pushed the door open."

She closed her eyes, lost in the memory. "There he was, Suzie. Naked, his flabby body glistening with sweat. He was on the bed, rutting frantically against... against a sex doll."

Suzie gasped, but Meg continued, her voice thick with emotion. "It was this high-end silicone thing, with enormous breasts and an impossibly tiny waist. Jeffrey was pounding into it with wild abandon, his face contorted in ecstasy."

Meg's cheeks flushed as she described the scene. "I should have been disgusted. Should have turned and run. But I couldn't move, Suzie. I was transfixed."

Meg's voice trembled as she continued, her eyes distant. "I stood there, frozen in the doorway, watching Jeffrey's sweaty body heave and thrust. The doll's lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as he rutted against it, grunting with each forceful thrust.

His gaze suddenly locked onto mine, but he didn't stop. If anything, his pace increased, becoming more frenzied. I could see the moment recognition dawned in his eyes, but there was no shame there. Only raw, animal lust.

Jeffrey's hands gripped the doll's hips, fingers sinking into the pliant silicone as he drove himself deeper. His eyes never left mine as his movements became erratic. With a guttural groan, he threw his head back, his whole body shuddering as he climaxed.

I watched, transfixed, as he collapsed onto the doll, panting heavily. After a moment, he rolled off, revealing the mess he'd made. The sight should have repulsed me, but instead, I felt a strange heat building in my core.

Meg's voice was barely above a whisper as she continued. "We went to his living room to talk. The air was thick with tension as I perched on the edge of a worn armchair, while Jeffrey slumped on the couch, still flushed and sweaty from his encounter with the doll. In a blur of movement, we stumbled back to his bedroom. The doll lay forgotten on the floor as Jeffrey pushed me onto the bed. The sheets were still warm and damp from his previous activities, but I didn't care. "

Meg's voice trailed off as she suddenly became acutely aware of Suzie's intense gaze. Her friend's eyes were wide, pupils dilated, fixed unblinkingly on Meg's face. Suzie's chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths, her neck and collarbone flushed a deep crimson that spread down beneath the neckline of her blouse.

A bead of sweat trickled down Suzie's temple as she leaned forward unconsciously, lips slightly parted. The air between them felt charged, electric. Meg could almost hear Suzie's racing pulse, could see the way her friend's fingers twitched restlessly in her lap as if longing to reach out and touch.

Feeling heat rising to her own cheeks, Meg cleared her throat with a sharp cough, breaking the spell. She shifted in her seat, tugging Jeffrey's oversized shirt down over her thighs as she tried to regain her composure.

"What I'm trying to say," Meg continued, her voice slightly hoarse, "is that this Jake persona is just a ruse. He's actually a dangerous, ugly man who's been manipulating and deceiving both of us."

She met Suzie's still-dazed eyes. "But now we know something he doesn't. We've uncovered his game, and that gives us an advantage."

Meg and Suzie leaned in close, their voices dropping to conspiratorial whispers as they began to plot. The wine had loosened their tongues and fired their imaginations, leading to increasingly elaborate schemes.

"We could expose him publicly," Meg mused, her green eyes glinting with mischief. "Post screenshots of his conversations as both Jeffrey and Jake, reveal his deception to the world."

Suzie shook her head, her copper curls bouncing. "No, that's too impersonal. I want to see his face when he realizes we've figured him out." She paused, a sly smile spreading across her freckled features. "What if we surprised him at his place? Show up unannounced and confront him together?"

Meg's eyebrows shot up, intrigued by the idea. "I dont know, I tried it once... But if both of us…"

"Exactly," Suzie nodded eagerly. "And we'll dress up for it too. Look our absolute best. Make him drool and regret ever trying to deceive us."

The two women giggled, caught up in the fantasy of ****. They spent the next hour planning every detail, from their outfits to what they would say.