Jake, the Computer Programmer

You shake your head, laughing to yourself as you see what could quite possibly be the easiest victim you've ever robbed. Jake, age 27, programmer for a local business. Never had much in the way of relationship, long term or short term. Nor did he even have the balls to hire a hooker. Sexual frustrated was a good way to describe him, especially considering he had accounts on PornHub, RedTube, XHamster, and a dozen other sites, all of which he seemed to pay for premium membership. Of course, in spite of all of this, he wasn't into anything too weird, just guys sticking it in girls. The spiciest it got was anal or oral.

You already knew exactly what to do with poor Jake. And it involved your own account on a few porn sites. All that you had to do was get inside. That wasn't going to be a matter of stealth and guile though, just looks. Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you looked down at your outfit. It was a standard biker chick look, leather jacket, distressed skinny jeans, boots. You had made sure to unzip the jacket enough to show off some cleavage and your jeans were low enough that the top of your crimson thong was visible. All in all, you looked normal, yet also slutty, a nice combination that probably wouldn't make Jake question your backpack.

Laughing quietly to yourself, you approached Jake's apartment, managing to slip in through the front door and make your way up to the apartment without anyone stopping you.

Jake answered the door after you had pounded out about a half dozen locks. At first it was only slightly ajar, yet once he laid eyes on you it opened almost as wide as his confused mouth.

"Hi," You greeted in an innocent tone, giving a genuine smile. He was even better than his profile picture had showed. Long blonde hair, thin frame, a cute clean cute face, this was gonna be fun.

Your only response was stunned silence from Jake.

"I'm so sorry, uh...my bike broke down and my stupid phone is dead." You explained, giving him a pleading look.

"Oh...uh....I-I'm sorry," Jake stammered out. You could see the gears turning and waited patiently for them to produce a thought. "Y-you can come in if you want."

"Thanks!" You replied, walking forward without waiting for him to back up. The result was awkwardly bumping into him, not so accidentally pressing your tits into him. Jake's response was an admittedly cute noise of surprise and confusion.

"I was banging on doors all down the hallway, but no one wanted to help. Lucky me you showed up," You teased, knowing exactly how he might respond.

"Y-yeah, lucky you..." He muttered, grinning to himself, thinking he was the lucky one.

You smirked, your back to him, plotting out your next move as if playing a game of chess. "So, you think I could crash her for a few hours...just while my bike gets fixed?" You asked. Waiting a moment, you turned to face Jake, almost casually unzipping your jacket to show the too-small tanktop beneath, before adding. "I'm sure I could make it worthwhile for you."

"A-absolutely!" Jake almost yelled, far too eager for his own good.

You smiled, masking mischievous intent behind a plastic-like grin. Jake here thought he was starring in a porno and that was technically true. Of course, only you knew which kind he was in. You already had him on the hook, now it was just a matter of whether you wanted to get right to the point or play with him for a little while?