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what happens when hidden desires are unleashed?
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The truth was, Revilo's mind was on Mae far too much lately; which was to say that Seth was thinking about Emily, and what he wanted to do to her. Inwardly, a part of him wasnโt sure how to feel - upset, almost -, as if a part of the fantasy had been broken for him; the foolish notion that the woman selling him pictures and videos of herself had an actual life of her own. But it was a selfish thought; not that she had her own life, but that sheโd dared not to share it with him; when in reality she was simply doing the same thing he was. He had an online persona that he would be ashamed if others knew about, why would she not have her own right to privacy?
Rational thoughts were not on his mind as he looked blankly at his screen. Even as the primal, lust-driven part of him just wanted to take more photos of her right now, to message her and tell her he knew her secret, the cocktail of his somewhat rational mind mixed with his own fear of discovery made him hesitate. Seth was worried about being caught, but he also knew that if he wanted this to work, heโd have to be deliberate, and precise. He took a few photos of her and his companion (even as he knew his edits later would mostly cut her colleague out of it), his mind already racing with possibilities and plans.
One set of photos would not do. He would have to ensure that not only did Mae know that he knew about her, but Seth wanted to be careful to not make it too obvious about who he was, even if it would inevitably end with both of them knowing far too much about each other. Plus, there was something thrilling about being a looming presence in this tantalizing young womanโs life; to find out her routine. Make a game out of it; to discover as much as he could about her while she knew nothing about him aside from his online pseudonym. The mixture of his racing mind about her, remembering to sneak a few pictures of her discreetly (thank god for everyone being addicted to their phones), as well as trying to actually do work made him a bit of a scattered mess for this particular visit at the coffee shop.
It was very clear where his mind was focused, however, when his eyes were drawn to the tantalizing brunette when she finally went up to the counter to grab a drink. Sethโs eyes drank in as much as they could of Emily, and he subconsciously licked his lips a moment before she dropped her credit card and knelt down to the floor. The simple act of her crawling under his table to retrieve her care was so sudden to his distracted mind that he looked away half out of fear. It would be impolite to stare, yet it would also be ignorant not to; it wasnโt as if Seth had been wrapped up in his โworkโ at the moment, and he quickly tabbed away from his only fans as a precaution shortly before he heard her voice.
"Iโm sorry, I-"
They were simply two students whoโd had one interaction with each other - Emily and Seth - but he looked away for a moment, as if fearing that eye contact would reveal their secret identities. Revilo and Mae. As if looking at her would reveal the carnal image that had put itself in his mindโs eye the moment sheโd dropped her credit card. It was not one of Emily being an overworked, flustered graduate student; but a carnal temptress who had prostrated herself on the grimy cafe floor to please himโฆ
But his eyes had to meet hers as she stood up, the young womanโs warmth effortlessly bleeding into him as Sethโs face rounded into a quirky half grin; not quite a smile, but definitely not a frown; and usually as close to a smile as one would get from the normally sedate computer science major.
โSorry,I promise I don't normally drop everything.โ
Emily was pretty when she smiled, and he found himself driven to respond with a useless platitude. โAll good.โ A quiet chuckle, more for himself than her, even as this interaction served as an all-too similar case study to how they messaged each other online. Even as Emily got her beverage, as Sethโs eyes lingered on her for as long as he could politely without drawing attention from others (least of all her friend waiting a few tables away), even this simple back and forth brought about an undeserved twinge of jealousy.
โMaybe the next time we run into each other, Iโll try my best not to throw things at you.โ The easy laugh - the sound lingering with him - the casual eyeroll. She flirted without flirting, or at least was doing so in Sethโs mind, and he barely mumbled something else out as she went back to her table.
โNo worries. All good.โ His slightly repeated words were for him more than her even if she had heard him; much like their interactions online, whatever he said was more to reassure his own ego, and to let her know she still had him on the hook. Emily could drop whatever she wanted, and Seth would let her do it.
The notion was ridiculous, and yet it helped drive him while he snuck more pictures of her. Laughing, talking, drinking coffee; even one shot where she seemed to be teasing her partner about something.
Obviously he couldnโt use every picture he took of her, but that one he knew would be in the batch he sent her whenever he chose to reveal his secret. Seth got ready to go and walked out shortly after Emily did, barely getting out in time to sneak a couple of quick pictures of her Honda. Not perfect, but enough for now, and he walked back to campus with purpose, and yet another new vice to add to his already packed schedule.
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While heโd already started to focus on Mae in his would-be-harem of Only Fans maidens; the truth was heโd mostly started to ignore them anyways, and soon it was only her updates that made it to his feed. It was a strange dichotomy of how cool and calculated he could be while seeing the other messages on his feed as pitiful attempts of minimum-wage paid workers to solicit his money and attention for half-assed chat requests and exaggerated promises even as his mind focused on Mae and told himself that she was different.
Of course, the fact he was trying to collect blackmail on her now added a bit of an edge to that particular line of thought. It did take some social media sleuthing and a couple of random encounters โwithโ her across campus, but coming up to the weekend heโd gotten additional pictures of her at brunch, a couple of random spots around campus, and more than a few of her at pilatesโฆthough that had more to do with the tight outfits women seemed to favor, and how they looked on Emily.
Sethโs imagination ran wild that night, and he enjoyed himself to some of the pictures like he did during his sexting sessions with Maeโฆ
The young man was still a student, and found himself dragged out to Ruby Soho during the weekend by a colleague of his; finding a decent collared shirt to go with a pair of black jeans. โIโm too old for this damned place.โ Seth said self-deprecatingly, as his buddy Andy just laughed, the tall blonde managing to pull Seth to a table even as he did manage to take a spot near the end, which he liked to have to ensure minimal interaction with strangers (a goal which he would achieve today through unconventional means).
โCome on, relax a bit!โ Andy chuckled. Seth looked around, making small talk with a few of the folks around him - male and female - but finding himself drawn into a conversation with one of his colleagues about a programming theory theyโd both been studying. Despite the fact weekends were supposedly to get away from school, the truth was much of his relationship with his colleagues was based off of a common interest in programming language and the classes they took together, so inevitably many of his social outings devolved into complaining about professors or labs.
The nature of this kind of group was that enough people moved around the large table a lot anyways, ensuring headaches for the servers when trying to track bills, but which would also allow Seth to interact with a variety of folks without moving. He still heard bits and pieces of the conversations, having to lean in a bit to be heard, but a female voice who mentioned โnew people who joined the lab last weekโ.
Iโve got a name, he thought to himself, but even that internal monologue was a bit good natured as he spared a quick look to see who else was joining their menagerie of overworked grad students. An attractive Asian who Seth couldnโt help but admire a bit - he was on his second drink so both his mind and gaze were a bit less focused than usual - and then an all-too familiar sight of an attractive brunette whoโd been at the forefront of his mind for the past several days.
Emily. Shit.
As they came over, Andy said hi as her friend introduced them, and Seth found himself caught between greetings to the two attractive women; waving politely at the Asian and finding himself caught between a handshake and a wave when Emily came over, his hand almost brushing hers before he pulled it back.
For his part, Andy laughed. โSmooth, Seth.โ He teased, before seeing a flicker of recognition in Emilyโs face. โYou know this dude?โ Andy called everyone โdudeโ and for a moment, Seth shot a look at his friend, more annoyed at Andyโs label before the conscious part of his mind told him that this was dangerous to his plan of blackmail.
โUh, I think Iโve seen her around once or twiceโฆโ Seth said, attempting to play the part of a disinterested, distracted and overworked student; even as his mind flickered with something resembling jealousy as he saw how Andy seemed to be eying up both girls who were interacting with them.
Seth knew he couldnโt just look away entirely, so he settled on rotating eye contact with both girls, taking a drink of his rum and coke as he tried to see who would be more likely to respond while Andy took the lead.
โSure you have, Seth.โ He teased. โIโd remember if they were in *my* labs, thoughโฆโ
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