A cock puppet account

Growing up in the golden age of social media, it was easier than ever to connect with just about anyone in the world, from big-name celebrities to spoiled little bitches who think they are bound for stardom. Since Ayana was an amateur aspiring model, it made sense to build a fake modeling website, steal some pics from the depths of the internet as examples of 'our' work, and spare a few bucks for some fake followers. Within 20 minutes my 'modeling agency' was up and running, and it was time to put my plan into action. I stood away from Ayana’s page on the sock puppet, instead keeping tabs on her from my personal account. In the meantime I started to follow other wannabe models from our school, trying to get them talking about this new agency until word of mouth found its way to the intended target.

Ayana was thirsty for attention from my page once she'd heard about it. There was a marked increase in the amount of selfies on her stories and professional looking photos in her posts. Tagging her 'friends' that I'd already made contact with I could tell the eighteen year-old was angling for the agency to see her pictures reposted by her classmates, a roundabout way of applying for consideration. She felt superior to everyone the agency reached out to, and it was damaging her ego with every day that passed. In no rush to come to a resolution to this matter, I played the waiting game with the Indian-American hottie, wanting to see how long she could last and just how much I could break her.

Within a week Ayana was cussing out her female classmates, humiliating and demeaning their bodies in front of any guy she could find. Two days later she was incredibly short-tempered with anyone who looked at her the wrong way, teacher or student, male or female, and in two weeks time she was mysteriously absent from school, radio silent on social media as well, leaving everyone talking about what happened to her. Well, almost everyone. Around 2 o'clock, I was surprised to see a notification on my phone, from none other than Ayana Patel herself. She finally broke down and followed the modeling agency account on her own, and shortly after another notification pinged with a message from the bitchy teen herself. "Hi! Love your page. Are you still taking applications? :)"

She was weaker than I imagined. My best estimates had this going on for a month before Ayana succumbed to the pressure and did something like this, but in two weeks? Maybe she was more of a mess than I thought. I ignored the request for hours, letting her stew on the **** decision she made. The mind games were such a turn on, my cock had never been harder than when I laid in my bedroom, staring at the message from my narcissistic classmate. Just before going to bed, I decided to answer Ayana, though I made sure the page didn’t follow her back.

For someone like Ayana, she thrived on the power she held over others, but now the shoe was on the other foot and the rich bitch was the one left helpless. Making a point about just how inconsequential her life really was, I responded to Ayana like she was a nobody, the worst feeling in the world for a self-absorbed slur like her. “We sure do! Just click the link in our bio to fill out the form!” I knew she would be aware that every other classmate of hers was contacted first by the agency, with the ‘talent’ being asked for their contact info, not the other way around.

Not wanting to cause too much of a scene for what I assumed was the first time in her life, I watched Ayana respond quickly with a message of her own. She’d clearly been waiting all day for an answer back, and she seemed needy. It was amazing to have her in this position. “Okay, thank you! Feel free to check out my page, I’ve been curating it towards modeling for a while now.” It was a weird lie, and one that was easily disproved since I had been watching her page like a hawk for months, and only in the last few days did she start a mass exodus of ‘non-modeling friendly’ photos.

Leaving it at that for the night, I logged out of my sock puppet and back to my personal account. After giving the Indian-American teen a taste of her own medicine, I ended the night just the same as I had over the past two weeks, stroking my cock to completion while scrolling Ayana’s feed.