Page 19 of Mara
Wow, are you a mirror? Because I see you in my pants.
I’d love to chat, go find me on my more account at…
Can I see your feet?
More and more disappointed as I scrolled, I started to give up when my laptop pinged, and the blip of noise in my otherwise quiet sanctuary made me jump. It was a message.
I swallowed and scrolled to the top, seeing the masked man’s face at the top of my inbox. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous. Was he telling me to fuck off about the pictures? Was he just as much of a creep as the others? Why would he message me?
I clicked the message and read.
I’m intrigued. Tell me. Why does a woman who barely shows her face request to see my private album?
I read the words over and over. Dammit, figured he had snooped on my own pictures and saw that I cut off my body in one pic and had half face in the other.
He was right, of course. I couldn’t go asking for pictures in a private album that was usually meant for sexy pictures when I didn’t even show my entire face. I said to myself it was my job, but I knew that wasn’t the truth.
Sure, keeping my identity confidential was probably best. I worked in a nuthouse, after all, but realistically, anonymitywas not possible in truth. It was an illusion. I sighed, scrolling through my phone to find a photo of my sister and me.
We were on the beach. It was a recreated photo of a pose we did as kids. It was innocent, but on the beach, with bathing suits, it might have sufficed as private. Hitting send and chewing a hole in my lip, I waited while the three bubbles popped up and seemed to float for hours.
They disappeared and reappeared. The wait was maddening. I scrolled my finger to delete the picture. I wasn’t even sure why I sent it, and then a feature appeared on my phone.
A folder with the lock symbol exploding. He gave me access to his private folder…not even a sentence spoken to this man, and I could see what his private album had to offer. I felt giddy and hot.
It was stupid and a testament to how much I needed to retire B.O.B., but I clicked on the folder. One picture was there.
It wasn't a shirtless photo or a gym selfie. Nothing showed his face. This photo was of his hand. His veiny, tattooed hand grasped a flush-colored, pink fabric. It looked like silk.
There was something familiar about it. I zoomed in on the photo and realized the fabric was panties. Silky ones like I wear.
He had them wrapped around a thick shape, concealing what he gripped in his hand. I swallowed, realizing that the thickness must be his cock.
I felt guilty about staring at this dude’s cock and uncomfortable that he was holding fabric that was so similar to my underwear.
I frowned and reached for my scrubs, yanking down the band to check for the similarities, only to remember that asshole had stolen them. I shook off my anger, then did the dumbass unsocialized thing that neurodivergent people like me did at times like this: I gave a thumbs-up to the photo. The bubblespopped up again, and I regretted interacting with the damn thing.
Now you know what your pretty panties look like strangled around my dick.
Okay, so much for the ‘Hi, how are ya.’ I deserved that.
I asked for the album. That was my way of initiating this shit, wasn’t it? I couldn’t leave the guy hanging around after he catcalled me.
Couldn’t be mine. I’m not wearing any.
I sent the message and then went to boring a hole in my lip.
A photo message popped up, and I hesitated to open it. I definitely deserved it if I got a dick pic. It wasn’t exactly unsolicited. I opened the photo. It displayed a black, blurry background that resembled a wooded area.
Confused, I shook my head and closed my laptop. I had stupidly scrolled on the damn site for hours, and it was well into early morning now.
I lay down and tried to get some sleep. Jinx’s haunting hazel eyes and the man in the mask were all I could see behind my closed eyes. Images that eventually became my nightmare.
Istared at the woods around me, not far from Mara’s little house.
She would likely be sleeping now, and I couldn’t help but be frustrated about her ignoring my treasure hunt photo. I wanted her to connect the dots before I got there, but either she lost interest when I didn’t send her the predictable dick pic, or she got scared off with the possibilities of the ambiguous black photo.
She should really be enjoying the ambiance with me.
