Public Secrets

The net was Scylla’s plaything. Whizzing through personal information of thousands of online users, taking fractions of pennies from every single one which would eventually line her bank account with a hefty sum of cash by the end of the week. People had no privacy when it came to Scylla’s searches. she came across one Trevor Wilkos AKA ShadowSlayer69.

“Botfly removal? You sick fuck.” She chuckled as she pressed her bong to her lips and taking another raspy hit.

In her usual spot on a Friday night, Scylla sat in a room painted a bland landlord white. With nothing but a large sofa chair and a cot on the floor. The hacker wore nothing but a tank top panties, the same she’d been wearing for the past three days. Pursing her lips Scylla pushed a stream of spent smoke beneath the large VR goggles that sat on her face. Sitting cross legged, with her bong resting between her multi-colored neon toenails, Scylla enjoyed one of her favorite pastimes, learning all she can about as many people as she could. Her slender fingers slipped between her slim body and the couch. The crinkling of the plastic bag was so loud you might think that the neighboring apartment could have heard it. The gummy candies were almost as bright as her fingernails and thickly coated in sour sugar crystals. As she browsed several social media sites at once, she already began pulling information from everyone she could. There were several scripts running background checks and searching the net for any other post made by each person.

“Hello, what’s this?” She spoke into the empty room to no one in particular.

Within her VR goggles she pulled up a picture of one Peter Langston AKA ThePiedPeter. He had a perfectly chiseled face that sent a shiver in Scylla’s loins and she felt needed delve deeper and find all she could about this Adonis of man. Upon a cursory first glance he appeared to be a straight laced man. The only somewhat scandalous pictures she could find were those of him at the beach and boy was his body just as heavenly as his face. Unfortunately, beach pictures did nothing for Scylla, she needed to see him at his dirtiest and in this age, she knew she’d find something. No one had a clean record on the net, no one but Scylla.

Being that she knew no one was safe on the net, she had done so much to hide her identity online and even more so obscure all information she could from any mega corp she had run ins with. Over the course of her twenty-some odd years of living Scylla’s real name had never once touched the harsh webs of the net. In fact her real name had never been said aloud for twelve years. With no SIN and not a single picture of her since her since her thirteenth birthday there was little that anyone had to go on as to who Scylla truly was. Not like Mr. PiedPeter. No, he had a dirty little secret that one master hacker was soon to find out.

One concerned with security might install camera’s in their home to ensure that they could use the evidence on the cameras to prove a crime was done by a specific individual. Though, someone would not have expected someone like Scylla to find her way into these videos and naturally start looking for the dark desires of this seemingly pure Peter Langston.

There was something about the taboo that Scylla had found arousing. She usually didn’t care much for what someone’s fetish was, only that they had one they didn’t want to share. Watching those enjoy their sick and secret fantasies was her own sick and secret fantasy. The anticipation of ThePiedPeter’s fetish was too much for her to bare. Already Scylla’s fingers slipped into her panties and she gently began to rub herself. Being that she hadn’t cleaned her fingers, the little sugar crystals from her sour candy rolled against her soft skin causing a more unique sensation. A low hum of pleasure exited Scylla’s throat as she poured through the security tapes. Then just as she wished she could get a little more pleasure she found it.

Peter Langston’s usual Saturday night involved bringing a girl home from a bar. Scylla watched anxiously on the security footage, taken from multiple corners of multiple rooms, a view she was used to. She watched as the two of them began to undress each other, their lips meeting and kissing in between needing to look for what they were doing when they met an unusually complicated piece of clothing. The girl seemed thoroughly intoxicated, though Peter seemed more than just sober, he was calm and collected as this girl stumbled out of her panties. Meanwhile, Scylla was practically gushing as she began to plunge her fingers into herself. The stretchy material of her panties making a clear outline of her fingers and she pushed and pulled them from her tight hole.

It’s always the quiet ones that are the weirdest. She recognized that almost stupor like look on his face. Scylla knew from experience of watching the craziest and weirdest things, she knew that he was going to show that woman his fetish and he didn’t care if she liked it or not and that only got her more excited. Scylla’s eyes widened beneath her goggles as the woman fell drunkenly to a sitting position on the bed. That’s when ThePiedPeter made his way to a drawer near his night stand. He pulled out a latex mask, Scylla couldn’t quite make out what it was at first, but soon saw when he tossed the floppy, rubber mass over her head. A grotesquely photo realistic rabbit head now sat on the shoulders of the naked woman in the video. Peter then bent down and whispered in her ear. Whatever he said started the girl bad. She hopped up and ran from the room.

Pause.

In the still frame of the footage, the floppy rubber ears were all askew and the girl’s body language was frightened to say the least. Meanwhile Peter Langston stood, watching her go with a smug look on his face.

“What did he say?” Scylla spoke once more to the empty room.

Rewind.

The girl ran backwards to the bed and Langston pulled the mask off of her head.

Pause.

Isolate volume.

Play.

Langston once again tossed the mask over the girl’s head. “Run little rabbit.” He whispered just before she jumped up in a panic and started out the door. The words graced Scylla’s ears. It was as though in that moment the man had told her everything she needed to know about him. She let the tape continue to run as she pounded her fingers into herself, her eyes fluttering open to see Peter Langston grab the girl and pin her to the floor. He left the mask on as he fucked her right where he took her down to the floor.

It wasn’t long before Scylla met her climax. Peter Langston was only just starting to have fun with his new plaything, but perhaps she could watch some more of his videos at a later date. With her fluids soaking her panties, and leaking out to the sofa chair she sat upon she pulled her fingers from herself and gave them a lick. The sour candy mixed with her own cum made her taste awfully sweet. Still panting she took another rip from her bong with her wet fingers. Holding in her hit, she closed out of her many windows relating to Peter Langston.

It was then that she saw the mail she was waiting for.

“Hi, this is ‘Raul’ from ‘Sunset Realty’ and we have a need for your tech support expertise. Please come by our offices at 53 and Ogdin. We will of course pay you for your services.”

Pushing her goggles up onto her head, Scylla smirked and got up from her chair looking to the mass of clothes that sat on the floor.

“Time to get to work.”