Page 9 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

Me: 9:58 It can be if the hole isn’t stretched out properly first. Maybe you should get a butt plug and start preparing for my dick?

She downs the rest of her wine and stares at the phone screen. She finally picks it up and begins to type.

Sexy Nerd: 10:02 No one is getting in my ass.

She looks smug when she puts her phone on the sofa beside her.

That’s what she thinks.

I open my drawer and get some tissues out. After I have pulled my cock out, I play last night's footage of when she was changing her clothes. She has a tight body. Her pink nipples remind me of raspberries waiting to be sucked on. I fist my cock and yank on my dick. Desperate to see her naked in the flesh. I would have no problems nutting in her tight little pussy.

It’s all falling into place.

Chapter 8

Gia

I slump in my chair. I’m going to have to move back in with mum and dad. My interview was cancelled, and my bastard bank has frozen both my accounts. I have a little cash and can pawn my jewellery, but that’s it.

Roman’s message alert comes through. It is the strangest of coincidences. He always seems to message me when some major shit is happening in my life. Which just now seems to be every day.

Filthy Fucker: 11:11 How’s the job hunting going?

Me: 11:11 Not great. How’s your day going?

I really don’t want to discuss how shit my week has been. I’m down to my last bottle of wine.

Filthy Fucker: 11:12 The usual boring work stuff. You can always come and work for me.

I smile at his message.

Me: 11:13 I’m not a whore or a prostitute. Thanks for the offer, though.

He is either a natural-born flirt, or there is something seriously wrong with him.

Me: 11:14 Why do you flirt with me? I could be a guy, for all you know.

Filthy Fucker: 11:15 Please, give me some credit. I know you're a woman. I’m thirty-eight. I’ve been around.

Me: 11:16 I bet you have. It’s safe to say out of the two of us, you are the whore.

I grin, looking at my screen, waiting for a response. No matter how shit things are, Roman’s text messages still manage to make me smile.

Filthy Fucker: 11:17 Just think of all the experience I bring to the table. I would make you cum in countless ways. I would eat you out till you couldn’t breathe. Le Petite Morte is what I believe they call it in France.

Filthy Fucker: 11:19 I wouldn't pay you in orgasms alone. You would get a salary.

Me: 11:20 Doing what?

Filthy Fucker: 11:21 Come and check out my IT system. Make sure it’s running as it should, and my company is safe.

I consider his words. So it’s his company, and he isn't just a site manager. The job offer seems plausible. My stomach gets a sinking feeling in it. What if he is expecting some gorgeous woman? The longer we talk, the worse this feeling will get.

Me: 11:25 I really appreciate the offer. It’s very kind of you, but I will need to decline. Sorry. X

Filthy Fucker: 11:26 That’s okay. I don’t take no for an answer.

I stare at my phone for a moment. It felt as if someone walked over my grave. I read his message again. His first message to me was he was going to slice my nonexistent balls off. I thought it was perhaps just a rant like I have at times when the pressure builds up, and it’s too much to hold it all back in.

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