Oh, yeah!!!

Finally you burn the movie onto a DVD and start planning your strategy.

A week later, you’re sitting on the stairs in front of Jessica’s house. You have spent the last couple of days with watching, learning about her daily routines, thinking, filming her from your viewing point in your bedroom and jerking off. Now it’s time for action. Slowly your fingers run over the DVD in the pocket of your coat. It contains all the highlights of your filming activities: Jessica Alba while working out, Jessica Alba modeling some newly bought sexy lingerie in front of her bedroom mirror, Jessica Alba in the shower and ten minutes of Jessica Alba nude, masturbating furiously on her bed. All in all, your little movie runs about one and a half hours of Jessica-Alba-Wanking-footage.

Now you’re sitting there in the blistering cold, waiting for Jessica to come back from her five-miles-run, her daily morning routine. She should be back any second. Just then you can make her out, coming out of a little forest, about 200 meters away from you. While she’s coming closer you take your time checking her out. She’s wearing a dark blue Adidas jogging-suit, pink-black-striped sweatbands and white sneakers. Underneath she’s wearing a black thong a white tank top and no bra at all. You know that because you watched her dressing. You enjoy seeing her titties bounce while she comes up to you. She gives you a questioning look as she walks past you towards her door. “Mr. Neighbor! What gives me the pleasure?” she asks while she opens the door.

“We need to talk, Miss Alba. Can I come in?“ While you’re talking you already push past her and enter her house.

“Okay… if you say so… How can I help you?” You can clearly make out the distrust in her voice.

“You need to watch this!” you say while you pull out the DVD and throw it towards her. She catches it and gives it a skeptical look.

“Alright!” she says and walks towards the stairs, “I’ll take a shower and then I’ll watch it.”

Hastily you move in her way, blocking her. “Sorry, Miss, but it is important that you watch the video now!” You can’t wait any longer. She tries to stare you down, but doesn’t succeed. You know she thinks about her best way out of this. After ten seconds she shrugs and walks into the living room towards her DVD-Player. “Fine” she says, “but afterwards I want you to leave! To be honest, I don’t like your behavior!”

“We’ll see, cunt, we’ll see!” you mutter as you follow her into the living room. She feeds the disc into the player, grabs the remote and sits down on the green sofa. Slowly you step behind her while she presses the “Play”-button.

You can hear her gasp several times while she watches the footage, with every scene that exposes more and more of her body her shoulders sag a little more. When the masturbation scene, the grande finale of your movie, starts, she presses the “Stop”-button. Slowly she turns around and looks at you, her eyes full of tears, desperation and anger, her body shivering.

“Jessica, why did you stop?” you tease, “You’re missing the best part…”

She sobs. “What do you want?“ she asks.

You walk around the couch and sit down next to her. Then you take her hand and looks deep into her eyes. “Well, Jessica, you dumb little whore, you will do whatever I want or I’ll let this little movie change your Good-Girl-Image a little bit…” You’re letting the threat hang in the air…

“Okay” she whispers, “what do you want?”