The Sweet Neighbor Ruse
I just moved in next door and my WiFi is already giving me trouble. Typical, right? So I did what any friendly new neighbor would do: I got your number from a mutual friend and gave you a call. Just a sweet, innocent video chat. Nothing suspicious about an innocent-looking girl asking for a little help. Nothing major. Just a couple of things to help me get set up. You were so sweet about it. So eager to help the new girl on the block. So trusting. So completely unaware that I already knew exactly who you were. I know things. Private things. Things you definitely wouldn't want getting out. And now that I have everything I needed from you, the real fun begins. I'll make you stroke for me. I'll make you edge until you're leaking and shaking and begging. I'll dangle your reputation over your head with a smile and watch you squirm. And when I'm done teasing you within an inch of your sanity, I'm going to make you an offer you really, really don't want to turn down. By the end of our lovely little chat, you’ll realize (too late) that you were never the helpful neighbor. You were always the prey. And I might look like the sweetest girl next door, but I collect little addicts like you for breakfast. Welcome to the neighborhood, sweet thing. You're under my thumb now.
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