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You spent weeks on the dark web, shifting through piles of information till you found it. Rhea's phone number, her actual phone number. You knew what you were doing was wrong but the idea of drove you insane. You began texting her and she didn't just block your number, she started replying with questions. Who are you? How did you get this number? What are you wearing?You continue the conversation as it got flirtier and flirtier. Eventually you told her she would be at a show in your home town. You went and sat in the crowd as she won her match, she didn't recognize you but knew you were there. You texted her after the match asking what she was wearing. She texted back just her undies. You replied prove it. She made a joke about how you were a perv. You didn't disagree but still wanted to see her in her undies. She agreed on one condition, you meet her outside her hotel ten minutes after she sends it.She sends the picture and there Rhea is, just in her red boyshorts and sports bra. You almost faint but remember the deal. You wait in the parking lot and see she has texted you again. Now that you saw her in her undies, she gets to yank yours over your head. You gulp, you wore tighty whities and she is coming. The door opens and out she walks in black jeans a black tank top. She is going straight for you, with the grin of a predator about to destroy some undies. It was all worth it as she grabs you and inflicts more pain than you had ever felt before.

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