CHAPTER ONE
It felt like a lifetime since the laptop beeped twice at start-up until the browser showed Sexy_ZBP’s room full screen. An endless string of clicks on the wireless mouse that would make most users become anxious. The process usually lasted for under a minute but it proved an unbearable stroll through cyberspace that would last millennia for some and would only finish once the website showed the automatic sign-in button.
Users like @Petreuss or @MickNotty would rather use their phones or tablets while at work – it’s not safe to have an interactive sex chat open in your computer, is it? – but everybody knew that the whole experience was far more satisfying on a bigger screen. After all, one really seemed to touch Sexy_ZBP’s exquisite nipples whenever she tried her renowned close-up approaches to the camera.
The torment ended up eventually and the website began to pop-up windows and ads everywhere. Too bad for the grabby web-designers, as most of Sexy_ZBP’s loyal followers had a VIP ad-free subscription. All the annoying stuff was soon gone and the interface with icons and boxes started to come into view: date and time, users connected, chat box, private session requests, money tips, scheduled gold shows, and all that other nasty things that were sure to come.
Sexy_ZBP danced around the room. She twirled with her red pitchfork, looking directly into the camera, and screamed, "Two minutes until show time and we're still forty short. Come on guys, I'm looking for a high tipper with a really big dipper!" The corner info box indicated that 210 reserved gold coins had been pledged toward the 250 gold show target. Beneath the info box was a ticker-tape clock that continued to count down towards zero. The sexy Cam Girl in red devil ears and lingerie pressed the small handheld remote and the camera zoomed in, capturing an extreme close-up of her face. She was beautiful.
Sexy_ZBP then smiled and seductively spoke into the microphone, "remember guys - you can't say 'happiness' without saying 'penis' so let's be sure to keep those coins coming in so we can do this one last gold show for the evening!"
The clock was down to 00:25 seconds when a final pledge of $100 in coins suddenly came through on the info box from Wall_Street_Wizard, easily eclipsing the 250 goal. Sexy_ZBP smiled, blew him a special kiss, and said, "Thank you, Daddy!" as the private gold show went live.
DRAWING #1 -- ZARA IN SEXY RED LINGERIE DANCING WITH HORNS AND A PITCHFORK IN FRONT OF A CAMERA
Users like @Petreuss or @MickNotty would rather use their phones or tablets while at work – it’s not safe to have an interactive sex chat open in your computer, is it? – but everybody knew that the whole experience was far more satisfying on a bigger screen. After all, one really seemed to touch Sexy_ZBP’s exquisite nipples whenever she tried her renowned close-up approaches to the camera.
The torment ended up eventually and the website began to pop-up windows and ads everywhere. Too bad for the grabby web-designers, as most of Sexy_ZBP’s loyal followers had a VIP ad-free subscription. All the annoying stuff was soon gone and the interface with icons and boxes started to come into view: date and time, users connected, chat box, private session requests, money tips, scheduled gold shows, and all that other nasty things that were sure to come.
Sexy_ZBP danced around the room. She twirled with her red pitchfork, looking directly into the camera, and screamed, "Two minutes until show time and we're still forty short. Come on guys, I'm looking for a high tipper with a really big dipper!" The corner info box indicated that 210 reserved gold coins had been pledged toward the 250 gold show target. Beneath the info box was a ticker-tape clock that continued to count down towards zero. The sexy Cam Girl in red devil ears and lingerie pressed the small handheld remote and the camera zoomed in, capturing an extreme close-up of her face. She was beautiful.
Sexy_ZBP then smiled and seductively spoke into the microphone, "remember guys - you can't say 'happiness' without saying 'penis' so let's be sure to keep those coins coming in so we can do this one last gold show for the evening!"
The clock was down to 00:25 seconds when a final pledge of $100 in coins suddenly came through on the info box from Wall_Street_Wizard, easily eclipsing the 250 goal. Sexy_ZBP smiled, blew him a special kiss, and said, "Thank you, Daddy!" as the private gold show went live.
DRAWING #1 -- ZARA IN SEXY RED LINGERIE DANCING WITH HORNS AND A PITCHFORK IN FRONT OF A CAMERA
Twenty minutes after her gold show, Zara was in the bathroom cleaning herself up. She had worked up a sweat during her performance and her makeup was now streaking down from her eyes. Sitting atop of the closed toilet, Zara smiled as she scanned through the most recent posted comments from her followers on her profile page:
- MutenRoshi said: 'Sexiest model on here for
sure!!!' on 5/14/2022
- WillyDaddy9 said: '2 squirting cums' on
5/4/2022
- Fillymar said: 'orgasmic high' on 5/3/2021
- Anonymous said: 'smoking hot!!!!!!' on
5/1/2022
- ELechero said: 'Beautiful feet and amazing
ass, super freak' on 4/22/2022
- Wayne said: 'Ridiculously hot. Like how?
How is she that hot?' on 4/12/2022
- Anonymous said: 'best booty shaker
ever' on 4/3/2022
Zara laughed. She stood up and looked at the reflection of her ass in the bathroom mirror, admiring her toned muscular glutes from all of her hard work and hours doing squats at the gym. She then smacked her ass with the palm of her hand and said, "You got that right - 'best booty shaker ever' - and don't you forget it." She then pulled back the shower curtain, turned on the water, and navigated the knobs to get the right temperature. Undressing and depositing her sexy lingerie and horns on the floor, she grabbed a new bottle of shampoo from the cabinet beneath the sink and stepped into the shower.
Zara_Blossom_Princess was 23 and a five-star rated Cam Girl on SugarBabyLive.com. Originally from Singapore, her online audience footprint included over 3,000 OnlyFans subscribers and 87,000 Twitter and 148,000 Instagram followers. At 5’5” and 126 pounds, she had shiny anime-blue-dyed hair with long braids that ran all the way down to the small of her tattoo decorated back which showcased a fire breathing dragon perched in a field of flower blossoms. Zara, or 'Sexy_ZBP' as she was frequently referred to by her adoring fans, was attractive, exotic, and mysteriously sexy. In nine short months, she had managed to become the ultimate sexual fantasy of the majority of her fans. However, it was her charming and witty personality that ultimately ensnared Nathan Wilson’s admiration. It flowed over him like a rising heat that slowly melted away the harsh winter permafrost that covered his home and personal life.
Nathan was a successful hedge fund manager at Market Patterns LLC, outworking the commodity markets like few others could. His life at home was another matter - there, he was alone and extremely bitter. His first wife Octavia was court-awarded fifty-five percent of his pension and his second wife Dawn the remainder along with their adorable French bulldog Loki. Nathan was still wealthy, but now at a lower level that frustrated him. He was easily a multi-millionaire, but it was now primarily on paper and that always depended on how the markets were performing that day. The two divorce settlements had clearly set him back, but he had deftly managed to ward off his wives’ money-hungry lawyers from his main residence in Miami’s upscale Coconut Grove district. Unfortunately, the same thing could not be said for his beloved beach house in Maui and the ski resort cabin in Tahoe. His two favorite personal getaway destinations had long been stripped away from his once impressive balance sheet.
Nathan’s new getaway destination became the secret online chat rooms in which he exclusively flirted with Zara as she performed in cam-to-cam shows for him at a $15.99 per minute rate. Very quickly, Nathan became one of Zara’s 'regulars' and she would often text his cell phone in advance whenever she was planning to go online. Dirty Talk, Spanking, Feet, Voyeur, Oil Tease, Smoking, Striptease, Leather, Underwear, Twerk, Booty Flash, Nap Shows, Findom, Submissive, Creampie, Role Play, Anal, Shower Shows, Dominant, Interactive Vibrator, Facials, Shaving, Deep Throat Gagging, Exclusive C2C, BDSM, GFE, SPH, JOI, CBT - you name it - whatever happened to be on Zara’s kinky meal menu for that day, Nathan couldn’t order enough of it.
DRAWING #2 -- NATHAN AT HIS WORK DESK IN HIS OFFICE WATCHING ZARA PERFORM IN A CAM SHOW
- MutenRoshi said: 'Sexiest model on here for
sure!!!' on 5/14/2022
- WillyDaddy9 said: '2 squirting cums' on
5/4/2022
- Fillymar said: 'orgasmic high' on 5/3/2021
- Anonymous said: 'smoking hot!!!!!!' on
5/1/2022
- ELechero said: 'Beautiful feet and amazing
ass, super freak' on 4/22/2022
- Wayne said: 'Ridiculously hot. Like how?
How is she that hot?' on 4/12/2022
- Anonymous said: 'best booty shaker
ever' on 4/3/2022
Zara laughed. She stood up and looked at the reflection of her ass in the bathroom mirror, admiring her toned muscular glutes from all of her hard work and hours doing squats at the gym. She then smacked her ass with the palm of her hand and said, "You got that right - 'best booty shaker ever' - and don't you forget it." She then pulled back the shower curtain, turned on the water, and navigated the knobs to get the right temperature. Undressing and depositing her sexy lingerie and horns on the floor, she grabbed a new bottle of shampoo from the cabinet beneath the sink and stepped into the shower.
Zara_Blossom_Princess was 23 and a five-star rated Cam Girl on SugarBabyLive.com. Originally from Singapore, her online audience footprint included over 3,000 OnlyFans subscribers and 87,000 Twitter and 148,000 Instagram followers. At 5’5” and 126 pounds, she had shiny anime-blue-dyed hair with long braids that ran all the way down to the small of her tattoo decorated back which showcased a fire breathing dragon perched in a field of flower blossoms. Zara, or 'Sexy_ZBP' as she was frequently referred to by her adoring fans, was attractive, exotic, and mysteriously sexy. In nine short months, she had managed to become the ultimate sexual fantasy of the majority of her fans. However, it was her charming and witty personality that ultimately ensnared Nathan Wilson’s admiration. It flowed over him like a rising heat that slowly melted away the harsh winter permafrost that covered his home and personal life.
Nathan was a successful hedge fund manager at Market Patterns LLC, outworking the commodity markets like few others could. His life at home was another matter - there, he was alone and extremely bitter. His first wife Octavia was court-awarded fifty-five percent of his pension and his second wife Dawn the remainder along with their adorable French bulldog Loki. Nathan was still wealthy, but now at a lower level that frustrated him. He was easily a multi-millionaire, but it was now primarily on paper and that always depended on how the markets were performing that day. The two divorce settlements had clearly set him back, but he had deftly managed to ward off his wives’ money-hungry lawyers from his main residence in Miami’s upscale Coconut Grove district. Unfortunately, the same thing could not be said for his beloved beach house in Maui and the ski resort cabin in Tahoe. His two favorite personal getaway destinations had long been stripped away from his once impressive balance sheet.
Nathan’s new getaway destination became the secret online chat rooms in which he exclusively flirted with Zara as she performed in cam-to-cam shows for him at a $15.99 per minute rate. Very quickly, Nathan became one of Zara’s 'regulars' and she would often text his cell phone in advance whenever she was planning to go online. Dirty Talk, Spanking, Feet, Voyeur, Oil Tease, Smoking, Striptease, Leather, Underwear, Twerk, Booty Flash, Nap Shows, Findom, Submissive, Creampie, Role Play, Anal, Shower Shows, Dominant, Interactive Vibrator, Facials, Shaving, Deep Throat Gagging, Exclusive C2C, BDSM, GFE, SPH, JOI, CBT - you name it - whatever happened to be on Zara’s kinky meal menu for that day, Nathan couldn’t order enough of it.
DRAWING #2 -- NATHAN AT HIS WORK DESK IN HIS OFFICE WATCHING ZARA PERFORM IN A CAM SHOW
After six months, things began to change. Nathan knew the rules of the game - the website’s online cam shows were virtual strip clubs for horny men and nothing more. All of the Cam Girls on the website were highly discouraged from ever sharing any of their personal information with their fans or meeting them offline. However, in Nathan’s mind, he was different from all of the other male patrons who visited Zara’s web page. He felt that he, alone, had earned the right for more from her given all of the time and money he had invested in their cam shows; and that she should spend more time solely with him. Nathan wanted, and convinced himself, that he needed Zara to open up to him on a personal level about her life.
Zara opened up a little, sharing a few stories about her college days and her brief time working in corporate America prior to becoming a Cam Girl, but she never opened up to a degree that fully satisfied Nathan. He pushed more and more, digging for information and trying to schedule meet-ups, but Zara held fast, finally reminding him of the website’s rules. She acknowledged that she really liked him and that they had good chemistry, however she wasn’t ready for anything more that entailed meeting him in person face-to-face.
Nathan wasn’t prepared for the sudden slowdown in their budding relationship. It began to slowly remind him of his relationships with his wives Octavia and Dawn - how in the early days everything seemed so fresh and wonderful before spiraling downhill into bitter and messy divorces.
“It isn’t fair,” Nathan whispered into the cell phone.
“What did you say?” Zara responded.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me.”
Zara sighed and said, “I don’t know how many different ways to tell you this, Nathan, but I’m simply not ready for any kind of serious relationship with you. I like my life as it is right now. This is strictly a job for me these days… nothing more… It's just work and money and me trying to dig myself out of the big fat financial hole that my failed start-up left me in… It isn’t you… believe me… I promise… and you really need to stop taking things so personally. I just don’t want to mix all of this online world with my private life.”
“You said… acted like… I was special from all of the others.”
“We said and did a lot of things, Nathan. It was all role play… it was the Internet.”
And with that, Nathan abruptly ended the phone call.
Laying in the bed on his twisted side with a pillow half-under his arm, he turned and looked at the monitor of his open laptop - staring straight at Zara_Blossom_Princess. There she was, on SugarBabyLive.com, wearing a sexy red silk camisole and matching devil ears, and sitting cross-legged in a desk chair in her bedroom. Zara looked agitated from their tense conversation and Nathan’s hangup. She grabbed the wireless keyboard from atop her desk and began typing. A short message soon popped up in the website’s chat box. It read:
< Sexy ZBP: I know you’re still out there
watching me, Nathan >
< Sexy ZBP: I never meant to hurt you >
Nathan grabbed his laptop and typed back a quick response:
< Wall_Street_Wizard: Ok, but you did >
DRAWING #3 -- NATHAN LAYING IN BED LOOKING AT ZARA ON HIS LAPTOP MONITOR TALKING TO HIM
Zara opened up a little, sharing a few stories about her college days and her brief time working in corporate America prior to becoming a Cam Girl, but she never opened up to a degree that fully satisfied Nathan. He pushed more and more, digging for information and trying to schedule meet-ups, but Zara held fast, finally reminding him of the website’s rules. She acknowledged that she really liked him and that they had good chemistry, however she wasn’t ready for anything more that entailed meeting him in person face-to-face.
Nathan wasn’t prepared for the sudden slowdown in their budding relationship. It began to slowly remind him of his relationships with his wives Octavia and Dawn - how in the early days everything seemed so fresh and wonderful before spiraling downhill into bitter and messy divorces.
“It isn’t fair,” Nathan whispered into the cell phone.
“What did you say?” Zara responded.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me.”
Zara sighed and said, “I don’t know how many different ways to tell you this, Nathan, but I’m simply not ready for any kind of serious relationship with you. I like my life as it is right now. This is strictly a job for me these days… nothing more… It's just work and money and me trying to dig myself out of the big fat financial hole that my failed start-up left me in… It isn’t you… believe me… I promise… and you really need to stop taking things so personally. I just don’t want to mix all of this online world with my private life.”
“You said… acted like… I was special from all of the others.”
“We said and did a lot of things, Nathan. It was all role play… it was the Internet.”
And with that, Nathan abruptly ended the phone call.
Laying in the bed on his twisted side with a pillow half-under his arm, he turned and looked at the monitor of his open laptop - staring straight at Zara_Blossom_Princess. There she was, on SugarBabyLive.com, wearing a sexy red silk camisole and matching devil ears, and sitting cross-legged in a desk chair in her bedroom. Zara looked agitated from their tense conversation and Nathan’s hangup. She grabbed the wireless keyboard from atop her desk and began typing. A short message soon popped up in the website’s chat box. It read:
< Sexy ZBP: I know you’re still out there
watching me, Nathan >
< Sexy ZBP: I never meant to hurt you >
Nathan grabbed his laptop and typed back a quick response:
< Wall_Street_Wizard: Ok, but you did >
DRAWING #3 -- NATHAN LAYING IN BED LOOKING AT ZARA ON HIS LAPTOP MONITOR TALKING TO HIM
CHAPTER TWO
"I want to hear you say it," Nathan said. "Tell me what I want to hear."
Zara softly smiled and moved closer to the camera. "I love you, Nathan."
Their eyes met, connecting across the Internet on a level that far surpassed anything that she had ever established with any of her other cam followers. Their relationship was unique - different from the others - special.
Nathan hadn't felt this way in years. "I love you, too, Zara."
Zara softly smiled and moved closer to the camera. "I love you, Nathan."
Their eyes met, connecting across the Internet on a level that far surpassed anything that she had ever established with any of her other cam followers. Their relationship was unique - different from the others - special.
Nathan hadn't felt this way in years. "I love you, too, Zara."
CHAPTER THREE
Zara hadn't planned on becoming a Cam Girl. Her degree was in business and she had taken plenty of classes in computer science. Her Excel and PowerPoint skills were strong. Her on campus interviews went well. She had a 3.84 GPA and had attractive job offers from three different companies. Everything was quite simple. Zara took a Financial Analyst position with the Georgia-Pacific Paper company and within six months she was promoted to a Senior Analyst. However, Zara always always knew that she wanted to work for herself. Like her parents, she had a strong entrepreneurial spirit and corporate America was only a short term means to an end. "Take their money and take their knowledge and then go start your own company," her father used to say to her. And that's exactly what Zara did. However, six months into her start-up all of the world was hit by a pandemic and Zara was forced to close down her business.
As Nathan talked and Zara danced during their exclusive cam show, his eyes zoomed passed her seductive dancing and took meticulous inventory of everything that he could see spread out in her bedroom. He was careful to always be watching her in case she looked up at him, but all the while he also took secret screenshots of her and the background images of everything in her bedroom. He squinted as he focused on one particular item of interest - a poster on the far wall behind Zara that appeared to read 'University of Tampa Spartans' showing a soldier wearing armor with a feathered helmet. He thought to himself: 'that's about a four hour drive - I could leave in two hours and be in Tampa by 8am.'
As Nathan talked and Zara danced during their exclusive cam show, his eyes zoomed passed her seductive dancing and took meticulous inventory of everything that he could see spread out in her bedroom. He was careful to always be watching her in case she looked up at him, but all the while he also took secret screenshots of her and the background images of everything in her bedroom. He squinted as he focused on one particular item of interest - a poster on the far wall behind Zara that appeared to read 'University of Tampa Spartans' showing a soldier wearing armor with a feathered helmet. He thought to himself: 'that's about a four hour drive - I could leave in two hours and be in Tampa by 8am.'
CHAPTER FOUR
Nathan sat in his car with his baseball cap pulled down low, carefully watching Zara as she walked from her car to the entrance of the cam studio. The SugarBabyLive Studio was a large two-story brick building that looked like it was once an old shipping warehouse in a previous lifetime. For now, it was the work office for the hundred-plus women in the Tampa/Orlando area that worked there. It had thirty-five individual cam show bedrooms, a luxurious rooftop pool and bar, and a large studio event space for the monthly parties that they held there for their platinum customers.
Zara had initially danced at the studio six days a week when she first started, but decided to do all of her cam shows from her own apartment when she received her first paycheck and saw all of the various deductions. Similarly to a strip club, SugarBabyLive earned a large portion of the earnings of the women who performed there. The revenue split was fifty-fifty for all women who did their shows at their studios, using their cam show bedrooms and equipment. However, the studio's take rate dropped down to twenty-five percent if the female performers did their shows from their own residences using their own equipment. After two months of living on Nissin Cup-of-Noodles and Aloe-Mango Juice, and proudly sticking to her worksheet budget, Zara took her savings and bought the necessary camera, microphone, and lighting equipment needed to do her own cam shows at home. She also began to formulate her plans to eventually leave SugarBabyLive.com altogether and create her own personal website in which she would keep 99% of all revenues, but first she needed to build a base of 'regulars' before moving off on her own.
Zara had initially danced at the studio six days a week when she first started, but decided to do all of her cam shows from her own apartment when she received her first paycheck and saw all of the various deductions. Similarly to a strip club, SugarBabyLive earned a large portion of the earnings of the women who performed there. The revenue split was fifty-fifty for all women who did their shows at their studios, using their cam show bedrooms and equipment. However, the studio's take rate dropped down to twenty-five percent if the female performers did their shows from their own residences using their own equipment. After two months of living on Nissin Cup-of-Noodles and Aloe-Mango Juice, and proudly sticking to her worksheet budget, Zara took her savings and bought the necessary camera, microphone, and lighting equipment needed to do her own cam shows at home. She also began to formulate her plans to eventually leave SugarBabyLive.com altogether and create her own personal website in which she would keep 99% of all revenues, but first she needed to build a base of 'regulars' before moving off on her own.
CHAPTER FIVE
Zara stared at Nathan's lifeless body as it lay in her bathtub-shower with his head tightly wrapped in a bloody towel. She knew that getting the body out of her apartment wasn't going to be easy, but that it could be done. She had no doubts of who to call. It was going to be her old friend and drunk one-night-stand Johnny Coleman and that was never a pleasant conversation. She already owed Johnny $3,500 from way back and the previous favor with her girlfriend Candy and all of her crazy baby-daddy drama with child protection services. Johnny was surely mad at the two of them for disappearing without any forewarning or full payback. Johnny definitely wouldn't be cheap. Zara knew that he would want to be paid in full for his last job, would most likely charge a penalty for her ghosting him, and also charge a ridiculous price for the 'handling' of her present situation. Yeah, Johnny was going to be expensive and the phone call was going to be very painful, but Zara felt that she really had no other choice. She was going to have to make the call.
"Are you serious?" said Zara. "Nine thousand dollars!"
"Wait, AJ... I'm not even finished yet," said Johnny. "That's only the first payment. Three payments of nine grand each - twenty-seven thousand dollars in total. And there's no negotiating down or calling anyone else. It's me and twenty-seven grand. You try taking this job to anyone else and I'll call the police on you myself."
"I don't have that kind of money, Johnny."
"Oh yeah you do - I've seen you shaking your sexy two-by-four ass on SugarBabyLive.com - you been printing money like crazy."
"Wait-- when did you start using the Internet?"
"Don't you worry about what I've been up to, missy. You and Candy did me wrong and now you need my help again. That's twenty-seven Alexander Hamiltons and you need to get moving fast before that dead body in your shower stall starts stinking up your whole apartment complex. The clock is tick-tocking, AJ, and you need to get moving!"
Zara picked up Nathan's cell from atop the desk and began trying passwords to unlock it, beginning with various permutations of his birthday: '02-16-1979', '2161979', '1979-Feb', 'February-16-1979', 'Feb-16-79', 'Aquarius' - all fail.
She then thought back over all of the many conversations and things that Nathan had shared with her over the past six months, trying a few more passwords:
'Wall_Street_Wizard' - fail.
'Porsche 911' - fail.
'Coconut Grove' - fail.
'Miami Heat' - fail.
'Miami Dolphins' - fail.
'Dan Marino' - fail.
'Loki' - fail.
Zara sat there thinking. She then tried three more passwords that were specific just to her:
'Zara' - fail.
'Sexy_ZBP' - fail.
'Zara_Blossom_Princess' - fail.
Frustrated, Zara dropped the cell phone back on the desk and sighed. She stared at the cell phone for three minutes in silence. Finally, she picked up the cell phone and decided to try her own real name:
'Anju Janelle Teray' - accepted.
Nathan's cell phone suddenly unlocked. She smiled and muttered, "You fucking stalker!" and began scrolling through the contents of the phone: Address Book, Social Media, Personal Email, Market Patterns Email, Home Mortgage, Utility Accounts, Calendar Organizer, Errands List, GasBuddy Card, Text Messaging, Robinhood Trading, Direct Deposit, Bank Accounts.
Zara clicked on the Wells Fargo app icon under Bank Accounts. Luckily, all of Nathan's passwords for different apps were saved as 'remember me' and it went straight to his profile page and three accounts: personal checking, savings, and overdraft money market. Zara crossed her fingers and then clicked on personal checking. It read:
'Available balance: $142,874.12'
Jackpot! Zara now had everything that she needed to make all her problems go away.
"Are you serious?" said Zara. "Nine thousand dollars!"
"Wait, AJ... I'm not even finished yet," said Johnny. "That's only the first payment. Three payments of nine grand each - twenty-seven thousand dollars in total. And there's no negotiating down or calling anyone else. It's me and twenty-seven grand. You try taking this job to anyone else and I'll call the police on you myself."
"I don't have that kind of money, Johnny."
"Oh yeah you do - I've seen you shaking your sexy two-by-four ass on SugarBabyLive.com - you been printing money like crazy."
"Wait-- when did you start using the Internet?"
"Don't you worry about what I've been up to, missy. You and Candy did me wrong and now you need my help again. That's twenty-seven Alexander Hamiltons and you need to get moving fast before that dead body in your shower stall starts stinking up your whole apartment complex. The clock is tick-tocking, AJ, and you need to get moving!"
Zara picked up Nathan's cell from atop the desk and began trying passwords to unlock it, beginning with various permutations of his birthday: '02-16-1979', '2161979', '1979-Feb', 'February-16-1979', 'Feb-16-79', 'Aquarius' - all fail.
She then thought back over all of the many conversations and things that Nathan had shared with her over the past six months, trying a few more passwords:
'Wall_Street_Wizard' - fail.
'Porsche 911' - fail.
'Coconut Grove' - fail.
'Miami Heat' - fail.
'Miami Dolphins' - fail.
'Dan Marino' - fail.
'Loki' - fail.
Zara sat there thinking. She then tried three more passwords that were specific just to her:
'Zara' - fail.
'Sexy_ZBP' - fail.
'Zara_Blossom_Princess' - fail.
Frustrated, Zara dropped the cell phone back on the desk and sighed. She stared at the cell phone for three minutes in silence. Finally, she picked up the cell phone and decided to try her own real name:
'Anju Janelle Teray' - accepted.
Nathan's cell phone suddenly unlocked. She smiled and muttered, "You fucking stalker!" and began scrolling through the contents of the phone: Address Book, Social Media, Personal Email, Market Patterns Email, Home Mortgage, Utility Accounts, Calendar Organizer, Errands List, GasBuddy Card, Text Messaging, Robinhood Trading, Direct Deposit, Bank Accounts.
Zara clicked on the Wells Fargo app icon under Bank Accounts. Luckily, all of Nathan's passwords for different apps were saved as 'remember me' and it went straight to his profile page and three accounts: personal checking, savings, and overdraft money market. Zara crossed her fingers and then clicked on personal checking. It read:
'Available balance: $142,874.12'
Jackpot! Zara now had everything that she needed to make all her problems go away.