To Catch a Sub - 004 - Sex Stories

To Catch a Sub - 004

... until she found one and started it.

He immediately called Mark.

"Did you read it?"

"Yeah. I did."

"Did you look at the video she watched?"

"No. Why?"

"It's a video of a woman getting ass fucked and then tit fucked by a group of men. I suspect it is the closest thing she could find to that little sex text she engaged in."

"Wasn't this what we expected."

"My point is, she has made another shift. She is now actively talking to at least one other person and has participated in her first sex chat."

"Don't you mean 5 other men."

"I sort of doubt it. If you missed it, all of those screen names disappeared within seconds of each other. I suspect that this is a very computer savvy operator who is set up to run multiple browsers where he looks like multiple people."

"Damn. That's unbelievable."

"Some of these trolls will go to unimaginable lengths to get inside a woman's head."

Athony sighed into the phone.

"So. What do I do now."

"Buddy. You heard what the expert said. You have to get her attention somehow and substitute yourself for whatever it is she is looking for online."

"How the fuck do I do that without confronting her and possibly blowing our whole relationship and family out of the water?"

"Man, I don't have that answer. You're gonna have to think outside the box on this one. I got to get some sleep. We are shorthanded on this job, and I got to be back on the stakeout in 12 hours. Goodnight."

The phone went dead, and ...

... Anthony sat looking at the blank screen for several minutes. He looked back at the laptop and reread the log again before he shut the laptop and leaned back in his office chair, staring up at the ceiling, which he discovered badly needed a coat of paint. He was still sitting in that same position when the secretary came in with a fresh cup of coffee.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, just thinking?"

"About what?"

"How to catch a fox?"

The secretary looked a little confused then offered cheerily.

"My dad says to catch a bear you have to smell like a bear or act like what the bear wants to eat. Either way you will get the bear's attention."

Mark chuckled. His secretary had always been a little spacey and sometimes her comments didn't quite make sense. She shut the door and he continued to stare at the ceiling. Suddenly he sat up and put his hands on the deck.

"Son of a bitch," he thought to himself. "She was right. You gotta act like what the bear wants to eat."

Anthony pulled the laptop back in front of him and began banging on the keyboard. In minutes he was making notes on a pad beside the computer, bookmarking websites, and taking some time to read before moving on. He spent all morning at the desk. It was the middle of the afternoon when he decided to call Mark. He hoped he didn't wake him up, but he had to talk to someone he trusted.

"Mark. You up."

"I am now. What's happened."

"I think I have an idea."

"What?"

"I think I know how to bring this to an ...