A few moments later, her phone sounds again. ‘Yes, I AM over 18 – eggplant emoji,’ she says, dictating her text all the way down to the emoji she adds for effect. She goes back to pleasuring herself. Seconds pass, and her phone sounds a third time. ‘Oooh, I can’t wait for you to cum inside me,’ she says as she types. She sends the text, and then types up another message. ‘My address is…’. She hits send. Almost instantly, she gets a single one-line reply, which we see displayed on the phone. ‘see you soon.’ it reads.

With a smile, Meg puts down the phone and gets back to pleasuring herself with the pillow. Her ass is mesmerizing in her skimpy underwear as she bucks her hips back and forth. She licks a finger of her now free hand. She slips the finger through the waistband of her underwear and starts fingering her pussy, pressing in deeper as she backs into it after each thrust forward into the pillow. She enjoys this rhythm for about a half-minute, before pausing to pull a dildo and lube out of her nightstand drawer. She lowers her underwear and lubes up the dildo with gentle strokes of her hand over the plastic. Eagerly, she sticks it in her pussy, easing it deeper into herself with soft moans. She begins fucking herself with the dildo and fingering herself on the bed for several minutes.

Her phone sounds again, and Meg wonders aloud to herself as she picks up her phone whether he got lost. She looks at her messages and remarks that it’s a message from another guy. She reads it silently to herself and bites her lip and grins. ‘I’m busy for a little while… but how about in an hour?’ she says as she types. She types with one hand, and we see her other hand playing idly with her lubed up pussy as she waits for a response. ‘Sure, I can host. I’ll text you the address…’ She types rapidly into her phone and hits send. She starts to type another message – ‘I can’t wait for you to…’ At the moment where she would say the words ‘cum inside’, we cut to the title plate of the same name.

TITLE PLATE

CUT TO another day, Meg is wearing some casual clothing and milling about her bedroom. She is dancing energetically as she tidies up her room. Her booty shakes enticingly as she moves. We watch from a male gaze POV for a good half-minute. Then, suddenly, we cut to a different POV, a voyeuristic one watching her dancing from outside her window which is ajar. We cut back to the interior of her room, then back again to the voyeur’s perspective.

Meg finishes cleaning and then decides to unwind with a bath. We watch her undress from the interior male gaze POV, though we see the tail end of her undressing and her leaving the room from the voyeur POV. After a few seconds of staring into the empty room, the voyeur POV seems to get up and walk forward.

CUT TO inside the washroom, where Meg is naked and is turning on the water for the bathtub. She checks the temperature of the water with her hand, then makes an impatient face. She waits for a few moments awkwardly. Suddenly she hears a faint creaking sound from the other room. She cranes her neck to listen, then asks if anyone is there. She peeks around the bathroom door and sees a strange man (Seth Gamble) looking back at her.

The intruder is standing calmly, hands in the pockets of his ratty jacket, his hood up over his head. He looks tough and intimidating. Meg’s heart is racing and her breath is shallow and panicked, clearly frightened by the stranger standing just to the side of the doorway out of the bathroom.

She asks him what he’s doing, how did he get in here? The stranger replies ‘You left your door open,’ in an eerily calm soft voice. His calmness just makes Meg even more nervous, and she shrinks back a bit. Why is he here? ‘I got your invite,’ the intruder answers. Meg looks him up and down, still frightened but also confused. She didn’t send him any invites. The intruder tells her softly that she should be more careful with giving out her address so freely online. The internet can be such a scary place.

Meg tries to muster up the courage to seem less afraid than she really is. ‘I’m not really in the mood for sex right now,’ she says, trying to reason with him. ‘That’s too bad,’ he replies sounding disappointed, ‘I am.’ Meg gulps and tries to ignore his reply. She tries to lie, and suggests that maybe he could give her his contact information and they could hook up another time. The intruder pouts and says why not do it now? He’s here, she’s naked, now seems like as good a time as any.

Meg insists a bit more strongly that now is NOT a good time. ‘Oh… ok…’ the intruder says disappointed but doesn’t press the issue further. Meg waits expecting him to say something, move, leave, but he just stands there. Her voice wavers as she asks why he won’t leave. ‘YOU can leave,’ he says almost as an invitation, ‘the door’s right there.’

She stands still in place, terrified. Almost tauntingly, he follows up by asking her what she’s waiting for. She starts to walk towards the door, slow and hesitant, and gets a couple of steps forward until he makes a quick gesture causing her to flinch backwards – nothing violent, just something to spook her. He laughs almost playfully, he was just teasing her. She really can just walk right past him if she wants to leave. What is she afraid of? But instead of walking forward again, Meg shrinks back further into a corner.

The intruder remarks that it seems like she doesn’t want to leave, it seems like she wants to stay. ‘Please,’ Meg begs, but is too scared to get more words out besides incoherent mumbling. The intruder takes a step forward into the room, and asks please what? Please fuck her? That’s all he’s been asking to do all along. Meg shakes her head but can’t manage to choke out any other words. The intruder says he’ll leave if he can fuck her. That’s what she wants, right? Meg clutches at the towel barely covering her body and nods yes, still not able to form any words. The intruder asks that she meant she wants him to fuck her, right? Because it almost seemed like she nodded because she wanted him to leave. But the invite said she wanted to get fucked.

Meg puts her hands over her face in desperation, then after a moment of reflection she gives in. Yes, she says defeatedly, she’ll let him fuck her if he promises to leave after. As he starts unzipping his pants, the intruder says matter-of-factly that of course he’d leave after, this isn’t his house.

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