Stalked. (Closed to marauder13)

[marauder13]

John sat there patiently, with the chat window minimized, waiting for it to declare a response from Keira. It flashed, announcing her reply.

He took a few nervous deep breaths, then opened the chat window.

The Love of Your Life is online.
The Love of Your Life: Hello Keira. Didn't you like what I have done for you?

The Love of Your Life: I found him in your home, and I stopped him from stealing your stuff.

The Love of Your Life: When will you come to me and tell me how you feel about me?

The Love of Your Life: I am willing to wait as long as you need, and I will do what ever you want to show you how much you mean to me.

Keira.Scott: "Who are you?"

His heart stopped beating for a moment. Was she testing him? Was this some cruel joke? Surely she knew who it has been all this time. He frowned as he tried to think through the possibilities. It was getting close to the afternoon mail pickup, so he turned off the remote control tool. He gathered his trolley and did his rounds, not really focusing on anything apart from getting the mail.

He didn't really get the significance of Mr Lambert and Keira looking at Keira's computer while Nigel was busily working away on it. He gathered the mail from everyone's desks, and no one paid him any attention.

"Well, Mister Lambert, I have managed to find out who it is, within the company," Nigel whispered the last three words. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a name - Adam Hays. "It's coming from his login."

"Are you sure? Can you prove it beyond doubt?" Mister Lambert asked as he leaned closer to Nigel while looking at the screen.

"Yes, Sir. The Law will recognise the evidence presented, and their technical experts will verify that it's sound."

"Thank you. If there is anything else, I'll call you."


John went about his duties as if nothing bad had happened. He went home, and sank into his bed, not even bothering to watch his video collection. His mind was a wash with the three words that turned his world upside down.

Who are you?

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Keira was in total turmoil. After typing those three words she had received nothing in return. It had seemed sinister that he had wanted to continue being mysterious after contacting her directly like that. Why didn't he just own up if he thought she reciprocated so damn much?

She had been embarrassed at the fuss, having Mr Lambert and Nigel staring intently at her screen. When Nigel had made his pronouncement however, Keira had gasped audibly, utterly shocked.

Adam Hays? Adam fucking Hays?

No wonder he hadn't replied, he would have seen that she had summoned her boss. When she turned from Nigel and Mr Lambert to look at him, Adam was pecking away at his computer, apparently oblivious.

Lying, sneaking, spying, fucking bastard.

She wanted to scream. Keira wanted to fly across the room and punch him. To think she had shown him one of the letters that he had fucking sent her! It was insane. It was sick.

"Are you sure? Can you prove it beyond doubt?" Mister Lambert asked as he leaned closer to Nigel while looking at the screen.

"Yes, Sir. The Law will recognise the evidence presented, and their technical experts will verify that it's sound."

"Thank you. If there is anything else, I'll call you."

Aware that people were starting to stare, Mr Lambert smiled sympathetically and went back to his office. Moments later, Keira watched out of the corner of her eye as Adam answered his phone and then made his way to Mr Lambert's office. She sat down at her desk, unable to do anything except wait to see what happened next. After ten agonizing minutes, Adam strode back into the room and headed straight for her desk. He was clearly agitated.

"I've just been suspended." He said, shifting from foot to foot. Keira did not respond. "I didn't do this. I haven't been stalking you. I have a wife and two kids... I have a wife Keira. This is going to destroy my life and I haven't..."

Mr Lambert appeared behind him and cut in.

"I thought you might do this Adam. This will be handled internally and then the police will be contacted if need be. I do not want you approaching Keira in the meantime, in or outside of this building. Doing so will prejudice your case here. Do you understand?"

Adam grabbed his keys and coat and marched towards the lifts, his face bright red with suppressed rage.

Keira sat huddled on the sofa that night, recounting everything to Becca. She was terrified that Adam would get angry and turn up at her flat.

"I am not leaving you here, ok?" Becca insisted. "You can walk the dog in the morning but you're staying at mine. Tomorrow you can tell the police what's happened."

"I need to wait till Mr Lambert calls me. He wants documented evidence that the guy who messaged my screen is definitely Adam. Nigel says there's no doubt but I should have that document before I go to the police."

"Fuck that! It's their job to investigate. It's a bloody strong suspicion and you're going to tell them first thing in the morning. Now get your shit together and we'll go to mine for some medicinal vino."

After a restless night on Becca's sofa, partially sedated with red wine, Keira was back home at the crack of dawn and jogging her route along the river by 7am, accompanied by Max. She showered and went into work but her caseload was mounting because she just couldn't concentrate. She eyed the clock on the wall with mounting apprehension. Surely Adam wouldn't be stupid enough to send another letter? Mr Lambert wasn't in yet. When she had that document, Keira was sure he'd let her run out to the police station and file it with the other recent note.

 

[marauder13]

John did his mail round the next morning as per normal, noting the absence of Adam Hays, but he thought nothing of it. Some members of the team Keira was a part of went out on site at all hours of the day.

Keira seemed a little jumpy when he put her mail down. He didn't look at her much, as he was feeling resentful of what she said to him. He just focused on his job. When he had the time, he thought about what he was going to do about Keira.

She kissed him just like his mum and sister had. No other woman kissed him like that. No other women had kissed him. So when she kissed him like that, she was telling him that she loved him. And he knew that when you loved someone of the opposite sex, you had sex with them... as long as they weren't family. That was just wrong. So, she wanted to have sex with him, to love him, to have him love her.

So, she was playing a game with him. Wanting him to prove just how much he did care for her. Love her. Want her. Need her. Once her knew that was what she was doing, he then started to think of what he would do next.

Friday came and he got his chance. Just as he got close enough to see where Keira's desk was, she received a phone call. She stood up and walked briskly into Mr Lambert's office. John came past to drop off mail, and he saw Keira's house keys sitting on her desk, partially under her in tray. He deftly scooped them up and pocketed them. That lunch hour, he had the entire set duplicated, and the originals back in his pocket. During the afternoon pickup run, Keira was away from her desk again, and while getting her outbound mail, he slipped the keys back where he found them.

He felt so much better with the copies of her keys. He would be able to show her much more clearly what she meant to him, and finally prove to her his worthiness.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Friday afternoon proved to be a revelation. Keira had not seen Nigel go to Mr Lambert's office but she was unconcerned when he phoned and asked her to come see him. Nigel appeared disconcerted and Lambert's face was inscrutable. They both turned to her as she entered but it was Nigel who spoke first.

"Well, Adam didn't do it."

Keira's eyes widened as Lambert's narrowed. Having dropped his bombshell, Nigel ploughed on with the details.

"I started checking, and I found that Adam's account was active from two different locations. His office and his home. The chat session came from his home machine. There was no connection between Adam's work machine and home machine at the time."

Keira nodded slowly.

"He was at his desk during the chat session. I can vouch for that."

"So I checked his home computer, and it had been hacked, and someone had used it to start the chat with Keira. We have hard proof that Adam was not responsible for that chat session. But we can't trace who hacked his machine. At least, I can prevent other machines from being hacked like that in future."

Nigel was highly disconcerted. He seemed to be taking the system's failure to throw up a culprit as a personal affront. His eyes flickered over Keira and then dropped again. It was clear he was unused to being at the centre of such an emotional situation. Mr Lambert took command of the exchange.

"So you're certain that the stalker can't be identified from within the system." He asked. Nigel nodded apologetically.

"What evidence do you have that the system was hacked internally? Could it have been hacked from outside?"

"Well, nothing concrete but this person had Adam's username and password. He obviously knew that Keira worked closely with Adam and it's possible he engineered it so that Adam would be sat there using his screen at the time. It would have looked rather dubious if Adam had been out of the office or away from his desk."

"I see." Mr Lambert looked thoughtful. "Well it seems this person is still one step ahead of us and I don't like it. Keira, if you'll give me the name of the person dealing with your case and your crime number, I'm going to call the police in myself and give them full access to the office and computer system. Nigel will act as a liaison to ensure they have everything they might need."

Keira nodded and jotted down the details. She had given her crime number over the phone so many times now that she knew it by heart.

The rest of that afternoon was spent re-hashing everything that had happened so far with a plain-clothed detective who came over. It was thought that if the stalker was in the office, uniformed police would arouse suspicion. The detective was treated as though he was a new client until the office door closed.

"This is becoming quite a case." Detective Blake surmised, shuffling his notes.

 

[marauder13]

Saturday morning, John woke up early, and got himself ready to go and visit Keira's place, and scout it out. If she wanted to play hard to get, and make him show her how much he cared for her, and how far he would go, then he would.

He made sure that he had the keys he got copied and made his way over to her building. He spent a while finding a good spot that allowed his to see the pedestrian entrance and the garage entrance too. But it was also a good spot since she wouldn't see him waiting for her.

It was mid morning when he saw her heading out for a walk. She was dressed casually, but even then she looked good. To John's eyes anyway. He waited, then went to her flat. It took him a few goes to find the right key, but he eventually got inside.

A low altitude, large caliber, high velocity dog was closing on him. John panicked, and simply spoke. "Stop!" To their mutual surprise, the dog came to a skidding halt. John quickly capitalized on the situation. "Sit!" The dog sat down. "Good boy." John gave the dog a quick scratch behind the ears as he walked past.

He saw Keira had a computer, which was switched on. But the screen made his heart sink. It was on an online dating service, and Keira had her details up on the site!

"But she loves me!" He whispered in shock. "This can't be right. How..." He tore himself away from the screen, almost tripping over the dog that had followed him. "Sit! Stay!" He gave the dog a scratch behind the ears again, "Good Boy."

He looked around the flat some more before he spotted another thing that made him worried. Keira had a panic button installed. For Keira to have such a thing installed, she must have been in some degree of danger, real or perceived.

John looked at the dog, who looked back at him. The panic button, dating service, her question of "who are you"... all of it had him thinking. Could they be tied together? "So, fella, is there something going on that I don't know about?" He squatted down and beckoned the dog over. The dog came over slowly and nervously. John gave him a gentle scratch again, and stroked the length of his muscular back. "Could Keira really not know it's me? Could she think that it's someone else? Someone that she's afraid of?"

He looked at the dog, smiling at the animal who was Keira's companion. "I hope you're looking after her, fella. She's a special lady. Very special. Well, I have to go. Keira's given me a lot to think about."

He stood up, giving the dog one final scratch behind the ears before leaving. The left the building, heading down to the canal and walking until he got to the Gun and Dog. He stopped off to get himself a pint and something to eat while he pondered the mystery that was Keira Scott.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Keira got back from her run on Saturday morning feeling physically refreshed but still emotional and edgy. She had left Max behind because he was so excitable and keeping an eye on him prevented her from achieving the zen-like calm that running could give. She had taken a longer route at a slower pace and really pushed herself, hoping to ease some of the tension that had set into her muscles since her stalker had started contacting her but it had been to no avail.

The apartment was as she had left it, apart from a couple of circulars that Max had attacked as they landed on the doormat. Keira got herself some OJ and headed for the shower, flicking on the radio as she went. 15 minutes of gyrating under the shower to a catchy hip-hop track lifted her mood.

Keira couldn't be bothered to cook herself lunch on such a lovely day. She threw on a tight pair of jeans and a black vest top over a lacy black bra and thong and went to the Dog & Gun via the news-stand. She ordered a ploughman's lunch and treated herself to a pint of ice cold Irish cider. She spotted the mailguy from work sitting alone at a table but thought nothing of it. He was already eating and apparently engrossed in his meal. Keira sat at a wooden table in the shade of a tree and flipped through the paper as she sipped her drink and waited for her food.

 

[marauder13]

John took a sip from his pint when she saw Keira walk into the pub. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as she went past. The jeans hugged her lower half like a second skin. There was no panty line and the thought of her wearing nothing underneath made him stiff in a painful way. Added to that, her top showed off her waist and breasts wonderfully. She was just so desirable to him, and they way she dressed just made it even moreso.

He pulled his eyes off her when she walked back his way. He didn't want to stare, and more importantly he didn't want to talk to her right then. Unless she wanted to talk to him. But she walked past him and sat down somewhere else. It didn't even look like she saw him.

'A dating site? Why was she going to a dating site when she had him? Was it all part of the wooing she wanted from him?' He took a mouthful of food, and while he chewed it, another thought entered his mind, one that angered him.

'What if she's using me to help get someone else to up their efforts in wooing her? No, she wouldn't do that.' He glanced over at her, thinking of her dressed up nice in the arms of someone else and his blood ran cold.

As he continued to have his lunch, he decided he would start showing her how much she meant to him, starting on Monday. He finished his meal quickly, draining the remains the pint in one action. He got up and walked out quickly, not looking at Keira at all as he left.

He stopped off at a chemist on the way home, and got a box of rubber gloves. If she was being harassed by someone, he was going to make sure that he didn't pollute things and make the police's efforts to catch the sleazy bastard a whole lot easier.

When he got home, he selected a trio of videos, one of them with the striking Kiera look-a-like, and burned them to a CD. He also added a simple text file to the disk as well.

Keira.txt
Dearest Kiera,

Here is an idea of what I long for us to enjoy together when we finally become a couple. I know that you will enjoy these with me, as I know the depth of your love for me.

I know that you will never love anyone as much as you love me. I still remember the moment that you pledged your love to me.


Yours with greatest devotion,

The Love of your Life

He wore the rubber gloves the entire time he processed the CD, packed it into the enveloped and sealed it. He went for a walk to a mail box, and sent it on its way to Kiera's home.

When he got home, he jumped onto the Net, going into his old haunts of electronics sites, scouring the various places for project notes, components and ready made items, taking furious notes, downloading files, specifications and details of companies and the services they offered. The longer the searching took, the bigger the smile on John's face.

"Sure, it will cost a bit, but she'll have no doubts about how I feel about her after this. None at all."

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Keira took Max for an evening walk and then logged on to the dating site she had signed up to. Among the usual messages from creeps looking for no strings sex or asking for nude photos, there was another message from Anthony and she smiled as she clicked it open. They had messaged back and forth a few times now. Anthony was 6'1" with a lightly muscled frame. His pics were very appealing. He was mixed race with light chocolate skin and a twinkle in his dark eyes. He worked for a prestigious bank in the city and had little time for a social life. He had no crossed paths with the right woman and wanted that to change. He was looking for a relationship, not just a roll in the hay. He had sent her details of his workplace and Keira had happily googled on him, impressed by his rapid rise through the company and self assured writing style. A date would be a perfect way to take her mind off things and in typical Anthony style, he had the chutzpah to send her just two words.

"So... dinner?"

Keira nodded at the screen and then sent back just 12 characters; her mobile phone number, with a couple of kisses on the end. She was looking forward to this.

As always, her mystery stalker was in the back of her mind but perhaps it would do him good to see that she was unavailable and dating another guy. Not another guy! Keira corrected her thoughts angrily. One guy. One fucking guy of her own choosing.

Anthony.

Her phone beeped importantly and there he was.

"I suppose I shld b patient & wait 4 the wknd. I'm thinking 8pm @ Brown's on Weds. Don't b 2 fashionably late x

"I'll b there. Can't wait x" Keira replied. She gasped and did a little dance around the room. Brown's was an exclusive restaurant with exquisite food and Jazz musicians playing for the diners' entertainment. It was a very classy choice for a first date and she mentally ran through her wardrobe excitedly, rejecting almost everything in it.

That night, she tumbled happily into bed and free from the anxiety her stalker had been causing her, snaked a hand between her thighs for a long, slow, satisfying orgasm. She imagined Anthony making love to her in this bed, kissing and touching her with a slow burning, muted passion. She arched and bucked into her hand, crying out quietly before drifting into a deep, contented sleep.

Monday morning passed fairly uneventfully, unless you counted Keira telling Michelle and Becca about her date. Both women were so happy for her and read Anthony's profile excitedly, congratulating her on such a hot prospect. For once, she didn't care about the mail and even smiled at the mail guy. Keira went shopping in her lunch hour and bought a stunning sheath of dark green silk from Monsoon that hugged her curves lovingly, flattered her fair skin and picked out her green eyes. She found some towering matt silver heels and his Accessorize for a matching clutch purse and a beautiful set of jewellery with African Jade stones that glittered at her ears, neck and throat.

She hit the flat in high spirits and was just deciding to book in to have her eyebrows shaped and her hair trimmed tomorrow when she unlocked her postbox. There was a padded envelope, the kind that held CDs. Keira hadn't ordered anything so it was probably some promotional circular. She picked it up but it was addressed to her personally. Keira greeted Max and sat on the sofa as she opened it. There was no note, just a generic looking disc. With mounting apprehension, Keira flipped on her laptop and loaded the disk. The first file was text and bore her name. Reluctantly, she clicked it open.

"Dearest Kiera,

Here is an idea of what I long for us to enjoy together when we finally become a couple. I know that you will enjoy these with me, as I know the depth of your love for me.

I know that you will never love anyone as much as you love me. I still remember the moment that you pledged your love to me.


Yours with greatest devotion,

The Love of your Life"

Fucking bastard. So he still hadn't got the message. She knew she should stop there, remove the disc and call the police but curiosity just got the better of her and Keira opened one of the files. She gasped as a hardcore sex scene burst onto her screen.

There were three video clips and one of the women featured looked incredibly like her. Did this nutcase genuinely think she was a porn star? All the girls looked somewhat like her and the things they did made her feel nauseous. There was nothing too outlandish but the eager looks on their faces and the way they allowed themselves to be used by the men, slurping on their cocks enthusiastically, getting fucked vaginally and anally then offering their faces to be ejaculated onto... it was sick. And this creep had been watching these women and jacking off, thinking about her.

Keira had never been that fussed about porn. She knew men watched it but she had never sought to view it herself. Watching all these clips had given her a new insight though. It was no wonder unbalanced little shits like her stalker got stupid ideas about women when they were portrayed as pliant, voracious, cumdumps in all these films.

Keira called the police, who asked her to drop the evidence in the next morning and stay near her panic button. Then she called Becca, who turned up at lightening speed with a bottle of wine, a hug and her boyfriend.

"We'll take you back to ours." She announced. "Phil wouldn't let me come over alone after I explained what happened. Get your stuff and we'll drive you to work in the morning. Max'll be ok."

"Ours?" Keira asked, smiling.

"Well you know... it'll save money and so... we're living together now." She replied, beaming. Keira grabbed her stuff and carefully locked her flat as they left.

That night Keira cried herself to sleep on Becca's sofa, terrified that the guy had her home address and clearly intended to rape her. All this 'love of my life' was bullshit, an excuse in his mind to do what he wanted. If he gave a shit about her he would have identified himself by now. This guy was psychotic... dangerous.

She curled into a foetal ball and sobbed until she passed out.

 

[marauder13]

John arrived at work on the Monday, still wondering what was going on with Keira. He was still slightly angry with her, but he decided he would just do his work, and think about it later.

He did the morning mail drop off, but noticed that Keira was rather happy. She gave him a smile, which lifted his spirits immensely. Maybe he had got things wrong. Maybe his efforts were making an impact. And she knew it was him. As she was delivering the rest of the mail, he overheard Keira talking to Michelle.

"So, Wednesday night, huh?" Michelle asked.

"Yes," Keira replied with a broad smile. "I'll finally get to see him face to face for the first time."

"Would I safe in saying you're excited?"

"Yes, you would and I am very excited. I have been looking forward to this for some time now."

John continued on his rounds. He couldn't believe it. They were going to have a date this Wednesday night! His campaign had finally won her over. He got back to his desk, and he could hardly contain his excitement.

Lunchtime came and he was off to find her a gift. He eventually found a beautifully carved Jade pendant that was on a silver necklace. It was a Maori Jade Twist Necklace, the piece was the symbol of the Paths of Life and Love.

On his way back, he saw Keira doing some shopping, and got a few photos of her. He got back to the office, and slipped on one of his gloves, printing the photos, prepared an envelope for her home address, and put the photos in, sealing it. The letter was posted on his way home that night.

The rest of the day passed without incident. He got himself home, and wrapped the pendant, and got his clothes ready for his date on Wednesday night. He couldn't wait for Wednesday night to arrive. He really was looking forward to showing Keira how important she was.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

The letter arrived on the Wednesday morning. Keira did not open her post until she got home that evening, heady with the excitement of meeting Anthony for their date. When she read the brief note and saw the photographs, she reacted differently. This time the anger got a headstart on the fear and she resolved to go out to dinner as planned. She would drop the latest correspondence to the police in the morning - for all the good it was doing - and let them deal with it.

At 7.40pm she was dressed and ready to go. Keira didn't want to drive home so she booked a taxi and got whisked to Brown's. Max was guarding her apartment and she was determined to have a good time. She arrived at about 8.10pm and quickly spotted the tall black man sitting alone at a table for two. She weaved her way through the busy restaurant and he rose as she approached.

"Anthony?" She said tentatively, hoping she was right.

"Damn." He replied, looking her slim figure up and down.

"That'll do." She laughed, taking her seat.

Keira knew she looked good. Although she had no plans to sleep with Anthony whatsoever, she was wearing a padded Wonderbra that accentuated her modest cleavage. Her hair was swept up into an elegant knot with carefully arranged tendrils framing her face. She was stunning that night and it was lovely to have the effort she had gone into dolling herself up appreciated.

They perused the menu and ordered their food, sharing a bottle of chilled Chardonnay and chatting conspiratorially. Keira warmed quickly to Anthony's easy manner and intelligent conversation. This was the sort of man she needed in her life.

 

[marauder13]

John got home on the Wednesday night, and immediately went and showered, shaved extra carefully, and got himself dressed up for his date with Keira. He had even managed to organise borrowing the car from his parents so he could drive her to where they were going.

He got to her place a few minutes before 8PM, nerves and excitement vying for the most prominent emotion as he got out of the car. He straightened out his clothing, made sure he had his gift handy, and walked up to her flat. He hesitated a couple of times, then he knocked on the door. Keira's dog raced for the door, barking madly initially, then quietened down after a while.

John waited for two minutes before he took out the key to her front door and let himself in. Keira's dog gave John a suspicious look.

"Sit. Good boy." He gave the dog a scratch behind the ears. His entire rear end started to wag. John closed the door behind him.

"Keira? Keira... it's John. John Smith. Hello?" His heart beat got stronger as he realised that Keira was not there. He was more nervous and confused about what was happening.

"Did I get something wrong? Was she talking about someone else?" John asked Max, who was just happy to have some company. "Well, while I'm waiting, I'll have a look around, and see what I can do later to show Keira how much she means to me."

He wandered around her flat, taking note of various places to place devices for various functionality. He also took a little time to do a quick inspection of her laptop, both visually and a quick poke through the file system and settings. He took special care to ensure that the system was in the same layout when he finished as when he started. By the time he finished, he had been there for about half an hour.

"Well, fella, I know what I need to do the next time I visit. It's good to know that you're looking after her. She needs that level of protection you know. There are some crazy people out there." He gave Max a pat and another scratch behind the ears before he left.

By the time he got to the car, he was evenly split between upset and angry. He had been doing everything he could to show her how much he felt about her, and she kept raising the bar. If someone was trying to steal her from him... he'd make sure they wouldn't get far with her. Could she have met someone through the dating site? That was another thing to add to the 'to do' list.

By the time he got home, he had calmed down and was thinking through what things he had to do, how long they would take, and what the priorities were. He spent the rest of the night gathering all the materials he needed, along with the tools and whatever other gear he would need. He packed them all into a backpack so he could get the work done when the chance presented itself.

He went to sleep content that he was moving on, and that this was a mere bump, not a massive hurdle.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

The evening had gone so well. The conversation had flowed between them and Keira had heard nothing that she disliked. They had gone from dinner to a trendy wine bar, where Keira learned that Anthony (never Tony) could really dance. He had twirled her around the floor until she was breathless. He led her from the floor and Keira, slightly tipsy, had not realised that he was drawing her into a dark corner until her back hit the wall. Anthony lifted her chin and made her look at him.

"I think you're great Keira and I want to see you again." He announced. Keira nodded her agreement, wondering apprehensively if he expected her to fall into his bed now, because it wasn't happening. "Can I have a kiss?" He asked. Again, she nodded.

Anthony's mouth came down onto hers gently, tasting her lips and teasing them apart. Then the kiss deepened and he pulled her tight against him. Keira moaned quietly into his mouth as her hands went around his back. When they eventually came up for air, Anthony's eyes were glittering with lust.

"We need to make another date." He breathed into her ear. "Cause I need to get to another base." Keira smiled and they kissed again, more lazily.

"Friday?" She asked breathlessly.

"Friday." He replied, running his fingers over her cheek and jaw, dipping his eyes into her cleavage before kissing her again, hard.

~x~​

When Keira breezed into the office the next morning she was like her old self again. A sexy purple skirt fell to mid-thigh, teamed with a fitted crisp white blouse. She was wearing heels and smiling and Michelle was overjoyed.

"This is just what you need to get that freak out of your hair." She said. Keira mentioned dropping the photos at the police station but refused to let it cloud her day. Let the creep take his snapshots and masturbate over them all night. Keira had a real man and it was only a matter of time before her stalker found out. Fuck him.

"Excuse me Miss?" She looked up to see a delivery guy wielding 12 red roses. "Um... someone said you're Miss Scott?"

"That's right." She replied happily, signing for the flowers. They were already arranged in a glass vase so all she had to do was dump the cellophane in the bin and sit them proudly on her desk. She opened the card.

"Friday x" Was all it said.

 

[marauder13]

John treated Thursday like any other day. He put the events of the previous night out of his mind as he got to work, and started doing his drop off mail rounds. He saw a courier entering the lift carrying a large bunch of roses, and checking his delivery sheet.

"Hi, could you help me out?" John nodded, wondering who was receiving the roses. 'There's a bloke who knows how to be nice to a woman. Damned if I could afford that. Lord knows Keira would love something like that.' "Thanks. Do you know where I can find a Miss Scott?"

John's expression went stormy for a moment before he returned to his normal composure. "Sure. She's on the floor I'm heading to. I'll point you in the right direction."

The elevator opened, and the two men got out. "Down that way, third cubicle block on the left. She'll be closest to the entrance with her back to you."

"Cheers, mate." The courier headed off to deliver the flowers. John's heart dropped to his feet as he went through the motions of delivering the mail. She went on a date with someone else last night, and he had sent her flowers. He would have to find out who it was, and take care of him. Keira was his, and no one else would steal her from him.

He got to her part of the office, and he noticed how she was dressed. Once more, she was looking as lovely as ever. 'What the hell is she playing at? Is this some form of test? Well, if she wants to play to the fullest, so will I.'

He dropped off the mail to everyone, not doing anything out of the ordinary, even though he wanted to yell at Keira for what she was doing to him. He did get a look at the card, and managed to see the single word within - Friday

As he walked away, he smiled. Well, he was ready. On Friday, he would go and visit Keira's poor dog. He wondered what she called him, but he decided that her dog was a brutish fellow, but nice at the same time. Maximus was a good name for him. Max for short. So, he and Max would have a little bachelor's night in while John got some things ready.

That lunch hour, he went for a walk to a local electronics store, and bought a small FM transmitter with a built in microphone along with a USB power source. He also got a small combined FM radio/MP3 player from a different store on the way back. During the afternoon, he took the time to configure the devices so he could pick up from the transmitter on his radio. He wore it on his pick up run, testing the range and reception of the devices. He smiled as he heard the sounds of the mail room's radio clearly as he picked up mail from Kiera's desk.

He stayed behind after most of the staff had left, and went back to Keira's desk, and slipped the transmitter under her PC, securing it with a little adhesive putty, and plugged it into the back of her PC. He was sure no one was around when he put the transmitter in place. Happy that everything was good and proper, he headed home. By the time he got home, he had worked out what he would get done in the one hour he allotted himself on Friday night.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

On Friday morning, Anthony called her work line and Keira visibly melted into her chair as his rich baritone filled her ears.

"So, I chose where we went last time. Where are we going this time?" He asked teasingly. Keira smiled radiantly at her roses and paused for a moment, pretending she hadn't already given it considerable thought.

"I think we should go to Thai Fusion to eat and then rent a movie. We could take my dog for a moonlit walk along the river and then snuggle up to watch something."

"Sounds perfect. Meet me in Thai Fusion at 6.30pm then." He replied. Keira agreed and then hung up the phone, dizzy with excitement. Michelle wandered over to Keira's desk.

"I know you;re excited and all sweetie but have you told Anthony about this weirdo who's been stalking you? What if he finds out who your new man is and does something stupid? You should tell him."

Keira nodded reluctantly. Today she had pulled out all the stops and was wearing a tight, pale blue mini-skirt that fell to exactly the minimum length that old man Lambert considered decent. She wore stacked strappy heels and a crisp white shirt with a delicate pattern of tiny navy blue flowers. Her hair was twisted up into a loose knot and her make-up had been applied with military precision rather than her usual morning rush. She had vampy, kohl lidded eyes and a slick of pale pink lipgloss to make her lips look kissable. She was going to knock Anthony sideways when she turned up at that restaurant.

They met up without incident and ordered some delicious food. Keira leaned her elbows on the table and leaned forwards conspiratorially. Anthony met her halfway, eager for a kiss but she pecked him on the lips only briefly, her expression grave. Keira flushed scarlet, embarrassed about what she was about to say.

"Anthony, I have to tell you something. I've been having problems lately. This guy has been stalking me, taking pictures of me and sending them to me, writing love letters, that sort of thing. The police think it might be someone I work with but they don't know who and neither do I. He actually tried to frame a colleague of mine, nearly got him suspended. It's part of the reason I adopted Max, my dog. I just think you should know because he's bound to find out about us and he might go mental or something. I'm sorry."

Anthony regarded her for a moment and then cupped her cheek and kissed her.

"Whoever this man is, I will knock the shit out of him if he ever touches you."

Keira opened up to him about how scared she had felt, about how the police had been involved and about her shiny new panic button. She even told him about the pornalikes and how her stalker had alluded to doing the same things with her. Anthony just held her hand and let her talk.

"It was sick, to see those images and to know he had been masturbating over them, making plans to do that to me. I was so scared." She shuddered visibly at the memory.

"Well no wonder you're in a rush to get me back to your place... but what if I'm the mystery stalker pulling a double bluff?" He joked. Keira suddenly looked haunted and Anthony realised belatedly that he had touched a raw nerve. He gripped her hand with his own, rubbing his thumb over it possessively. "Listen to me." He said quietly, his dark eyes compelling her to obey. "Nothing is going to happen between us unless you're ready for it, ok? Not unless you expressly ask for it. In fact... " He continued, his eyes glittering with naked lust, "I might even make you beg for it... just to be sure."

His hand went behind her head and Anthony kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth and not caring who saw. When they came up for air she was smiling again.

They made it back to the apartment just before nine o'clock and Keira fumbled in her bag for the keys before letting them into the flat. Max usually bounded to greet her but as he didn't, she called for him. She led Anthony by the hand as they made their way to the lounge.

 

[marauder13]

John listened to his MP3 player on the way into work, as he brought along his new 'work' bag as well. He was listening to classical music and opera. They always managed to soothe his nerves whenever he felt frustrated, angry or upset. He got to his desk, sat down and flicked it over to the radio function. He clear heard the sounds of Keira at her desk, greeting Michelle as Michelle arrived at her desk. John smiled, it was working just as he hoped.

He got everything ready for the morning mail run, and continued to listen to what Keira was doing until he got to her floor. He flicked it back to the MP3 function as he delivered the mail on that floor. He did not want to experience any audio feedback.

It took every once of his self control not to stop and stare at Keira when he saw her. She looked fantastic. She was just like he always saw her. Well dressed to flatter her fine figure as well as showing off her great legs. And her make up made her look even more beautiful than normal. He gave Keira her mail, smiling to her.

"Umm.. you look really nice today." He blushed a little and continued dropping off the mail and continuing on his rounds. Once he was off her floor, he flicked back to the radio functionality.

He just got back to his desk when he heard Keira answer a phone call. But the way she spoke it was not business.

"I think we should go to Thai Fusion to eat and then rent a movie. We could take my dog for a moonlit walk along the river and then snuggle up to watch something."

John came to a complete stop. He heard her confirm the time, 6:30PM, then hung up.

'Keira was going on another date with HIM?!? What the fuck?'

Then he heard movement, and Michelle's voice was heard clearly. "I know you're excited and all sweetie but have you told Anthony about this weirdo who's been stalking you? What if he finds out who your new man is and does something stupid? You should tell him."

John nearly fell off his chair. "They... she... Weirdo?" John was shocked and stunned. After all he did for her, after she showed him how much she loved him, she thought he was some weirdo? An icy calm swept over him.

"So that's how you want to play this game, Keira? You really want me to show you... fine, I accept your challenge."

He did his normal pickup run, keeping himself controlled and stoic as he went passed Keira's area. He did all he needed to do, and left work early. He got himself over to outside Keira's block of flats, and waited. When it got to 7PM, and no sign of Keira, he wandered over and let himself into her flat.

Max came out to see him, and John gave him a smoked pig ear he got during the lunch break from a pet shop.

"There you go, Max. While Keira's out having a treat, it wouldn't be fair for you to miss out, hey little buddy."

He set to work immediately. He took out a portable hard drive, and plugged it into Keira's laptop. He selected a group of various folders, and started copying the contents to the hard drive. He also switched on her wireless connection on the laptop, and configured it to automatically start up, but not search for WAPs. He noted the IP address assigned to it and made sure that it was constant.

Next, he got out the audio bug, and placed it behind one of the pictures in her main room. It was one that only transmitted on noise detection. He activated it, and put the picture back into place.

He found the spot behind her desk where there was a natural 'dead space', and quickly secured a bracket there to hold his transmission and storage unit. He placed the small box into the bracket which would pickup all the recordings made by the devices in Keira's flat, and queue them for regular burst transmissions out on Keira's net connection. They would be scheduled for times of low activity, which he would determine from the downloads he was getting. He put the power cable into the bundle that descended from her desk, taking up another port of the power board. He cleanup all the signs of activity before moving on.

Once that was done, he did a careful inspection of her desk and draws. He took photos of her address book, and a few other pieces of paper with important details on them. He wasn't too surprised to find that Keira kept a password book which included passwords for her online banking, the dating service and several other sites she frequented, as well as for other places. He took special care to return everything he moved to the proper spot.

All up, by the time the download was complete, 72 minutes had passed. He gathered up everything he brought with him, gave Max a quick pat, and left.

He waited across the road, watching for Keira and the thief to return. Close to 9PM they returned. He took a hard look at the smug bastard, smiling to himself with the knowledge that he would not be a problem for too much longer. He waited another 10 minutes before he headed home.

Once he got home, he set up his computer to start sifting through the wealth of data he got of Keira's machine. His first target, finding out who that other bastard was.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Max turned out to be inside the lounge but the door was closed. Keira did not remember closing it but it was entirely possible that Max had managed to shut himself inside the room. She made a fuss of him before Anthony distracted her, pulling her in for a kiss. They embraced for a moment or two but it was impossoble to get passionate with an over-excited dog around.

"I have to take Max out for a walk." Keira said. "He's been indoors all day."

She clipped his lead to his collar and they went for a long stroll by the river, letting Max off the lead to run around excitedly as they walked at a slow pace.

By 10pm, they were back at the flat with a rented movie and curled up together on the small couch to watch it. Max was forced to make do with the rug but he didn't seem to mind. As the film ended, Anthony started kissing Keira, pressing her back into the sofa gently and attacking her throat and jawline. She moaned helplessly, arching towards him as her arms went around his back. Anthony's head dipped lower, moving towards the clothed breast he was cupping and stroking with one free hand. She could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh and decided that things were getting a little too steamy.

"Anthony..." She said breathlessly, pushing him off of her firmly. He got the message and moved back, his smile rueful.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. It's not my fault that you're all kinds of sexy and all dressed up for me." He reached out and took her hand, caressing it gently. "I should go anyway, it's getting late."

Keira moved towards him again, nuzzling her way into his arms.

"I don't like to be here alone any more. I know I have Max but... it's not the same."

Anthony rose decisively.

"Keira, I would love to offer to stay here and break my back on your tiny couch tonight in defence of your honour. The powers that be at Credit Suisse will not be impressed when I turn up in yesterday's creased shirt though. I am only human Keira. I will not be held responsible for what will happen if you ask me to stay." Anthony's eyes raked over her tousled hair and kiss swollen lips before sweeping down over her curves eloquently. He pulled on his jacket and headed for the door. Keira rose to let him out.

"I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" He promised, kissing her deeply before she shut the door and fastened the locks on it.

Keira danced back into the lounge and gave Max a big hug.

"Do you like him?" She asked, scratching behind the dog's ears. "I like him. I'm gonna have black and I'm not going back!" She giggled, flushing even though there was nobody but the dog to hear her.

She curled up happily in bed and fell asleep contentedly, giving no thought whatsoever to her stalker.

 

[marauder13]

John woke up Saturday morning feeling good about the previous night's efforts. His searches had been running over night, and had found some files in Keira's web browser cache. He followed up on those and found out about this Anthony fellow. The more he read, the angrier he got.

He used what he could pull up from his work site to track down further info. Soon, he had address, phone and email address details. After a few more hours of searching, he was able to pin down the IP address that Anthony's home computer was using. Using the same tool he used to hack Adam's computer, he was in, and verified that the host machine did indeed belong to Anthony. All he had to do was wait for him to be out of his house for the next stage to begin.

John then sorted through all the information he had photographed, compiling the information into a much more useful cheat sheet. He was pleased and surprised at the amount of useful information he had accumulated on Keira, and what he could do with that information if he wanted or needed. He had complete access to her banking details, including the ability to initiate transfers.

"Lucky for her that this didn't fall into the hands of some twisted arsehole."

Next, he compiled a list of the people who emailed Keira the most, and their originating email addresses. Those would come in useful later. Before he forgot, he did a search on Email utilities that would mask the originating address to make it look like it came from somewhere else. He gathered a few of those and added them to his tool kit.

The rest of his weekend was spent working on electronics projects, and spending Sunday afternoon with his folks, talking to his mum, and watching football with his dad.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Anthony had woken her that morning with a phone call.

So, you still alive?" He had asked.

"Yeah I'm still alive. No sign of any stalkers."

"Damn. I'm going to have to cancel that other date then." He teased.

"Who says I want another date with you anyway?" She snapped, feigning anger.

"I do." He growled into the receiver. "And it better be sooner rather than later."

They agreed to meet on Tuesday at The Dog And Gun for a pub meal. The plan was to go back to Keira's and watch a film but she didn't really believe that was going to happen. She wanted Anthony badly and her resistance was failing fast. She mentally reminded herself to invest in some condoms before Tuesday, just in case something did happen between them.

Keira spent Sunday jogging with Max and then went to Becca and Phil's, where she had been invited to share their roast dinner. She chatted excitedly about Anthony and Becca was happy for her. Talk inevitably turned to the other man in Keira's life however.

"So what about your stalker?" Becca asked.

"I had some more photos a few days ago and dropped them in to the police. I'm trying not to worry about it. The sad, sick little shit should eventually get bored. My investigating officer says that he's probably not going to do anything but correspond. Stalkers who attack women don't usually wait this long apparently. Anyway, I don't care about him. I'm not wasting another second of my life discussing the bastard."

"It's so good to see you happy again." Becca smiled. "I'd like to see the stalker who's prepared to square up to a 6ft black man."

It was evening by the time Keira left and she checked her emails when she got in. She also edited her dating site profile, stating that she had found a partner successfully through the site. After taking Max for a short walk so he could relieve himself, Keira curled up in bed with a book and was soon fast asleep.

Monday morning dawned bright and sunny and she went for another run, anxious to keep in her best shape for Anthony. Max had no objection to accompanying her and Keira was invigorated by the time she got her shower and made it into work. She wore her blue suit again and beige heels with a cream blouse. She breezed in to her desk and was gratified when there was no sinister mail. She remembered the mail guy's compliment from Friday.

"Have a really good day." She said cheerfully, pleased that the office mute had made the effort to speak to her. He said something that she didn't quite catch but he seemed happy enough.

 

[marauder13]

John got to work on Monday morning in a fine mood. He was ready to rise to the challenge that Keira had laid down for him. That night, he would get everything he needed ready, and then she would know, beyond doubt, how he felt about her. He might even be willing to forgive her little indiscretion with that Anthony fellow. He had even managed to determine when to schedule the downloads from her machine. So, that night, he would wander past, and upload the timetable to the storage device, and all would be ready. On successful transfer, the contents would be erased to preserve space too.

He gathered the mail, listening again to Keira via the transmitter. She sounded happy, and busy with her work. Again, he cut over to MP3 on her floor, and did the normal mail drop offs. He got to Keira's desk, and hand the mail to her.

"Have a really good day." He smiled at her, and due to the music and not wanting to accidentally speak too loudly, he muttered "Thank you, you too." He took a look at her as he passed out the mail to the rest of her team mates, liking what he saw. She was dressed very nicely again, and she looked as gorgeous as ever.

The rest of the day passed as normal, and he headed out to Keira's place. In his bag was a small WiFi capable device he had put together for remote configuration of Wireless Access Points for an electronics buddy of his. It suited the job he had perfectly. It found the receiver/storage device, and uploaded the necessary data to control the downloads of data. Noon downloads during the weekday, 3AM downloads on Saturday, Sunday and Monday mornings. It was all completed in less than 60 seconds, or the time it took him to walk past the building where her flat was.

He went to the Dog and Gun for a dinner and a pint while he double checked his next move. All was right for that one. He finished his meal, and his pint, then headed home.

His alarm went off at 1AM, and he went to work immediately. He got onto Anthony's computer, and found and old, but little used folder on his machine. He then launched a web browser, and started browsing porn sites. It took 45 minutes of following links through a progressively disgusting series of sites that made John blanch at times before he hit on his goal - Child Porn.

He registered Anthony on the site, and downloaded random series of photos and videos. He then logged off the site, cleared the history and download caches, shut down the browser and got off Anthony's machine. The first day of downloads was complete.

He also found an open mail relay, and tested his email application by firing the following emails to Keira at work. When Nigel traced them, he would clearly see that they weren't internally sent, but he would not be able to find the actual originating IP address.

Email #1
To: Keira Scott (Keira.Scott@LVInsurance.co.uk)
From: Adam Hays (Adam.Hays@LVInsurance.co.uk)
Subject: You'll never guess

Hi Keira,

I just wanted you to know that I am still thinking of you. You are the most lovely woman in the world.


Yours with greatest devotion,

The Love of your Life


Email #2
To: Keira Scott (Keira.Scott@LVInsurance.co.uk)
From: John Smith (John.Smith@LVInsurance.co.uk)
Subject: Have you been told...

Hi Keira,

That you are the most wonderful woman I know. I have seen the lengths you go through to help your clients, and they couldn't be better served by anyone else.


Yours with greatest devotion,

The Love of your Life


Email #3
To: Keira Scott (Keira.Scott@LVInsurance.co.uk)
From: Oliver Lambert (Oliver.Lambert@LVInsurance.co.uk)
Subject: Angel Sighted

Hi Keira,

God is weeping as he has found one of his most beautiful angels has escaped from Heaven. How lucky can we be?


Yours with greatest devotion,

The Love of your Life


John went back to bed, and set his alarm so he would get into work early. He wanted to be there, listening when she got those emails. He wanted to know how she reacted when he stepped up his side of the game.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Keira was shocked when she received the emails on Monday morning. Her exact words when she clicked open her inbox were 'what the fuck?' She read through the emails, all of which were clearly sent by her stalker, apparently from her colleagues' email accounts.

"This is just bizarre." She informed her monitor as she read all three messages again. "What the hell does this psycho think I'm supposed to make of all this?"

Michelle had seen Keira's expression and wandered over.

"Everything ok?" She asked.

"Oh bloody fantastic." Keira replied. "Apparently I'm the love of Mr Lambert's life as well now, the sly old dog... and I have absolutely no clue who bachelor number three is."

She showed Michelle the emails and then headed purposefully to Mr Lambert's office.

Of course she knew that Mr Lambert and Andy would never call her 'the love of my life' so it was evident that her stalker was changing tack. She didn't immediately recognise the name John Smith and neither did Mr Lambert when she reported what had happened. It was Nigel who enlightened them both.

"He's a mailroom worker, delivers and collects internal and external post. He does visit this floor but I don't think he's the type to do something like this. The emails weren't sent from an internal account though, I can confirm that. The 'LVInsurance' origin addresses are bogus."

"Is there no way of tracing them back to the source?" Mr Lambert asked, clearly frustrated that so little could be done.

"If there is, it's way beyond my expertise. It's possible the police might have a way to do that." Nigel replied.

"I want this John Smith investigated as he's the only other name to come up in connection with this. Why would this person choose another bogus name with no direct connection to Keira's office? Surely it would make more sense to use another name from her department? I want you to look into how this man can have made the connection between John Smith and this department. Have personnel send his file up to me as well. I have no doubt the police will want to see it too." Mr Lambert was insistent but not unkind and Nigel left his office.

"So Keira, the plot thickens." Mr Lambert said.

"So does my police casefile." She replied dejectedly.

Keira called the police from her desk and reported the emails. She forwarded them to her case officer but they would need to send someone out to see if the origin could be traced back from her inbox. They promised to have someone call at the office in a day or two.

 

[marauder13]

John couldn't believe his ears when Keira spoke after finding the emails.

"This is just bizarre. What the hell does this psycho think I'm supposed to make of all this?"

'I'm a psycho? Oh, Keira, you really are wanting to play this game hard.'

"Everything ok?" He heard Michelle ask Keira.

"Oh bloody fantastic. Apparently I'm the love of Mr Lambert's life as well now, the sly old dog... and I have absolutely no clue who bachelor number three is."

'Oh, nice one, my love. You don't recognize my name?'

The then noted the silence as Keira left her desk, returning a few minutes later and calling the police to report the emails she received. John sat at his desk, stunned. The lengths she was going to! She's got the police in on her game too?

He gathered the mail, and did the morning drop off. As he came to Keira's area, he saw her looking around. When she saw him, her talking stopped, and her facial expression became neutral. John noticed the change from the last couple of days, but it could have been Keira testing him further. John handed over the mail, he didn't look at her any more than he needed to and just went about his business.


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Mr Lambert was handed the file on John Smith. He leafed through the small stack of papers inside. He had been working in the mail room for the past 3 years. Does his job, helps out when asked. Never been a problem to anyone. Always polite, courteous and diligent with his work. He looked out through his open office door as the John walked past, having delivered his mail to his secretary. There was nothing to indicate that he could be the one.

So far, his only connection was being a name selected by Keira's stalker. He decided that he would leave it in the hands of the Police, as John had not done anything that Lambert could bring him to task over. It still made him wonder though.

"How many times do you hear, 'But he was such a quiet lad...' on the news?"


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John went about the rest of the day as normal, except he was starting to wonder about the whole Police & psycho aspect. If he didn't know better, he thought she was serious about thinking his was a psycho, and that she really had the Police wanting to catch him. But she loved him. He knew that. She was just wanting him to show her that she was the most important thing in his life, and she was putting things out there to make him work for it.

Each challenge she presented him, he would get over it. She would finally realize that he was the one for her. And when that happened, there would be no doubts in either of their minds that they were destined for each other.

The afternoon mail pickup complete, John headed home. While he ate dinner, he surfed the company site, picking up a whole host of names of people from the company. He setup three more emails from company employees, plus a few from Keira's friends. All of the emails declaring her beauty, her wonderful personality and his unwavering faithfulness and love to her. Those emails were queued to be sent through the same open mail relay as last time at some point in the night.

Once more, at 1AM, John woke, took control of Anthony's computer, and spent an hour downloading more videos and still images from the Child Porn site he was registered on. While the downloads were occurring, John noticed that Anthony had a virus scanner on his computer, though it had not been run in a long time. He took note of the software name, and made a note to look up what it would remove from the machine. If his suspicions were correct, he could have a fair degree of fun. When he was done, he cleared the history and download caches, closed the browser and ceased his remote control of Anthony's machine.

He climbed back into his bed, and slept soundly until the alarm went off to announce it was time to get up for another day at work.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

The next morning, Keira clicked through the bizarre series of emails numbly. She forwarded them to Mr Lambert, Nigel and the police without uttering a single word. There was no way for her to find out if one of the people whose accounts had been used was her stalker, that's what the bloody police were for. She resolved to get on the phone and kick them up the ass. Keira grabbed her phone and rang the number from memory, another depressing realization.

"... Well I just don't feel like anything is being done. Does he have to leap out and attack me before you bother investigating this properly? What happened to the guy who was supposed to come over and try tracing back these emails?"

Keira paused and listened to the irritatingly placatory tones of the officer at the other end. She was being treated like she was some paranoid hysteric rather than a woman living under the black cloud of a genuine and nameless threat.

"If you thought someone wanted to rape you, wouldn't you be a bit more bloody pro-active about preventing it?" She snapped, losing her cool completely.

"I don't care if stalkers usually attack far more swiftly. That assumption is not a comfort to me. Getting your tech guy over here while I'm still alive and unviolated would be a comfort to me."

"Thank you." She barked, before slamming down the receiver.

The rest of the day she was ruthlessly efficient, hunched in front of her monitor and avoiding socialising with anyone but Michelle. As far as Keira was concerned, ever male of her acquaintance - with the possible exception of her boss - was now guilty until proven innocent. She did not even acknowledge the mailguy. Keira snatched up her receiver as he approached and chatted animatedly to the dial tone as though she was speaking to Anthony until he dumped her mail and moved on.

"... Oh darling, how sweet of you to call. No, I'm having a hellish day, far too much paperwork and I'm stuck in the office while the sun's shining. I miss you too... yes, we'll have to meet up again soon... ok well you have a good day now... bye..."

As she replaced the receiver, it rang importantly, making Keira jump in surprise.

"Liverpool Victoria Insurance." She snapped, a little too abruptly. "Oh yes, I've been waiting for your call." She purred, launching a full scale charm offensive at the tech guy who had clearly just been nudged by the officer she had been so rude to.

He was there within the hour and Keira spent her lunch chewing on a sandwich while he went through her emails. Nigel had escorted him up so that it looked as though he was just another internal I.T. technician.

"It's no good." He finally deduced. "These have been relayed through somewhere. Whoever this person is, he knows what he's doing. I'll have another go from my own office and see if I can get any further. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know if I've made any progress."

 

[marauder13]

"... Well I just don't feel like anything is being done. Does he have to leap out and attack me before you bother investigating this properly? What happened to the guy who was supposed to come over and try tracing back these emails?"

"If you thought someone wanted to rape you, wouldn't you be a bit more bloody pro-active about preventing it?" She snapped, losing her cool completely.

"I don't care if stalkers usually attack far more swiftly. That assumption is not a comfort to me. Getting your tech guy over here while I'm still alive and unviolated would be a comfort to me."

"Thank you." She barked, before slamming down the receiver.

John smiled at how she laid it on thick for the Police. He was amazed at the lengths Keira was going to make John prove himself. She was obviously wanting to make sure of his worthiness. The challenges she was throwing down were a great test of his creativity and resolve. Obviously she wouldn't think him worthy if he managed to get caught. She was a very demanding woman, but she was worth every bit of the effort.

Once more he did his morning mail run and as he approached Keira's desk, she picked up her phone and started talking.

"... Oh darling, how sweet of you to call. No, I'm having a hellish day, far too much paperwork and I'm stuck in the office while the sun's shining. I miss you too... yes, we'll have to meet up again soon... ok well you have a good day now... bye..."

'I thought she was seeing him tonight? Maybe they changed plans. I'll have to check the recordings when I get home.' He dropped her mail in the normal spot and continued his rounds with the rest of her team. Then her phoned rang as soon as she put the phone down.

"Liverpool Victoria Insurance." She snapped, a little too abruptly. "Oh yes, I've been waiting for your call."

He listened as she turned on the charm on whoever was on the other end of the phone. He would tell that she was having success with whoever it was. He was not surprised in the least. He knew how good she was with people. Someone like her was naturally good with people.

He got back to his desk and whiled away the time with his normal sideline duties. Manual labour. He helped the admin assistants on the 4th floor move the contents of four entire filing cabinets into the new sliding storage arrangement. The ladies were all happy for his help, and they let him raid their chocolate bowl as a thank you. It was right to help people, and helping people always made him feel good.

He sat through his lunch listening to some other technician pouring over the emails he had sent Keira. He was pleased to hear that this person had no idea either, but it was the final words by Keira that caught his attention.

"Thank you, Officer."

'What a brilliant woman! Bringing the police into the office. What a woman you are, my love.'

After lunch, John was asked to help Michelle get some boxes out of the archives for her. It took him the better part of an hour to get them for her. about 10 minutes to find them, the rest of the time was trying to get them out from under the pile of stuff they had been buried under. He shook his head that some people didn't take the effort to stack things properly.

He brought them around to Michelle, ignoring Keira as he went about his work.

"Where would you like these?" He asked her when she looked around to him.

"Oh, ummm... just there would be great," Michelle pointed at a section of floor.

John put them down where she requested, making sure the labeled side was facing forward. He gave her a polite smile when he finished, received a thank you from her and he left. The day had turned out really well for him.


He got home that night, remembering that she was having another date with Anthony. He wouldn't do anything with Anthony's machine that night, because he had no idea when he would be getting home. 'He had better be heading home that night.'

He set up a new batch of emails, which included Michelle, Rebecca, Nigel, Lambert, Sally (the main receptionist) and the last of the public names taken from the website. Not only did Keira receive those at her work address, she also got them at her home email address too.

He decided to go looking at some more porn again, just for something to do more than anything else. He stumbled across a website of amateur made videos. And he found one that he couldn't help but watch. The woman was fairly close to Keira in body size and shape, but what made it so appealing was that the couple obviously made love. They were slow and tender with each other, and it was clear that they were both enjoying what the other was doing for them.

"That's the one! That's how it will be between us when it happens." He remembered just in time to sue the rubber gloves. Keira was making sure, and he was not going to fail her. He downloaded the video, straight away. The moment it was downloaded, he burned it to a CD, and checked it by watching it again.

He wrote up another text file to go on the CD.

Kiera.txt
Hi Keira,

When I found this, my first thoughts were of you. This is how I truly see us together when the time comes. I hope this shows you the truest depth of my feelings for you, and what I want you to experience with me.


With the greatest of devotion,

The Love Of You Life.

He made sure that the CD was placed in the cover, and the label for the envelope was prepared. He would get another of the proper envelopes from work, and then he would send it to her.

He finally went to bed feeling pleased with the day, though slightly nervous about this date Keira was having. They were dining close to her place, which could mean that....

"Nah, Keira wouldn't sleep with him, not even as part of the test." He snorted. "She's keeping herself for me like I am keeping myself for her."

John slipped into a deep sleep, the last video he downloaded replaying in his head.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Keira and Anthony went for a long walk with Max, strolling and kissing in the moonlight. They ate at The Dog & Gun and then wandered back to her apartment, arm in arm. They sat down in front of a film but less than halfway through it they were kissing passionately and paying zero attention to the screen. Keira moaned as his hands explored her clothed upper body and this time she voiced no protest.

"I want you so much." Anthony groaned, his breathing laboured. "Let me take you to bed."

"Ok." She breathed, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Andrew scooped her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He made short work of their clothes and then started kissing and nibbling her breasts. One hand went down between her legs to stroke gently on her clit. Keira ran her own hands over his torso.

Anthony moved slowly down her body, parting her thighs and opening up her slick, shaved pussy. He put her legs over his shoulders and started to go down on her. Keira arched and moaned as it became apparent that Anthony was skilled at this. He licked, sucked and nibbled her until she was tensed and pulsing, on the edge of climax.

"Anthony... that feels so good... don't stop... please don't stop... I'm going to cum... Anthony!"

She arched and bucked violently, pressing her pussy against his tongue as she came hard. Anthony pushed 2 fingers into her soaking sex and sucked hard on her clit. Keira cried out as the waves of sensation rocked her body.

After the climax had finished, she sat up and pulled Anthony to her, kissing him hard, tasting her own juice on his lips. She rolled him gently onto his back and moved down his beautiful, toned, chocolate brown body. His cock was quite large, certainly the biggest she'd seen.

"I want to suck you." She announced, before wrapping her lips around it and sliding up and down the shaft. Anthony moaned with pleasure and pressed up into her mouth gently as she went to work. After a few minutes he stopped her and dragged her up along his body until her face was level with his.

"I need to be inside you." He announced, smiling guiltily as he added, "there are some condoms in my jacket."

Keira had also purchased some but she didn't want to admit to her eagerness so she got up and fetched the condoms from his jacket in the lounge. Her pale ass swayed as she padded through the apartment. When she returned, Anthony was stroking himself gently and she rolled the condom down over his hot flesh. They kissed again and he pulled her hips up slightly, lining her up with his cock. Keira pressed down onto it, moaning as he entered her body, sliding down his shaft until he was completely inside her.

"So you want me to go on top and do all the work?" She admonished, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"No." He replied. "I want you to ride it and show me exactly what you like."

Keira began to rock her hips and fuck him while Anthony captured a swaying nipple between his teeth and bit on it gently. Keira arched and moaned and he started lifting and dropping his hips, taking her deeper. Keira began to move faster and harder, snaking a hand down to her clit and circling it with one finger. Anthony watched, enraptured as she lifted and dropped her hips, her upper body swaying and bucking as she rode him. Within a few minutes she was cumming again, grinding down onto his cock and crying out raggedly, her back arched and her tits lifted high in the air.

Anthony grabbed her hips and rolled them both so that he was on top, his cock still throbbing inside her.

"Time for me to do some work." He announced.

He put Keira's legs right back until her feet were beside her head, then he leaned over her and kissed her as he took her with a fast, deep rhythm that pounded mercilessly against her G spot. Keira curled her back and reached to grip his buttocks, pulling him in close.

"You like that? Is that good?" He asked breathlessly, dipping his head to nibble on her neck.

"I like it... it's fantastic." She replied, feeling her pussy ripple and flex as another climax approached. In another few minutes she was yelling and bucking again as Anthony held her down and carried right on fucking her as she came, slamming her as hard and fast as he could until he surged forwards and filled the condom.

They kissed gently as their climaxes subsided and Anthony carefully removed his bagged up cock. He rolled off the condom and tied a knot in it before dumping it on the carpet.

"I'll clean that up in a minute." He announced, pulling Keira close and hugging her tightly. "That was amazing." He announced.

Keira snuggled into his embrace happily, smelling the pheromone laden tang of sex and sweat.

~x~​

The next day she was dismayed to find even more messages in both her email accounts. She forwarded them to the police, who were sympathetic but not optimistic of catching her admirer through the messages. After arriving at work slightly late and radiant with new love, Keira had become quiet and haunted again since checking her emails. As an afterthought, she forwarded them to Anthony, with the subject heading; 'this is the crap I have to deal with from this loser.'

 

[marauder13]

John checked his computer while he ate breakfast, and noticed the larger than usual download from the audio bug he placed in Keira's apartment. He loaded the file into the audio decoder, and ran it to near the end of the file. He let it play, and almost dropped his breakfast. He clearly heard Keira talking from her bedroom, and a male voice as well. What was more disturbing was hearing the sounds of sex. He had heard them often enough on the videos he had been watching.

"That bitch! After all I have done, she went and fucked him!" He killed off the audio decoder, and spent a little time searching the net for some other utilities. Soon, he had what he needed. He installed one of the utilities on his machine straight away. It would route chat messages via unsecured relays to mobile phones in the form of a SMS. It could send out random messages, at either set times or variable times from the last one. He set up about a dozen short messages, queued them to go to her cell phone somewhere between 45 and 75 minutes apart.

He even found a little present for Mister Anthony Jackson, in the form of a download manager. John smiled at the thought of what was going to happen to that bastard.

~x~​

The rest of the week passed in a blur of routine at work, and hard work at home. He did his job, without doing anything unusual, strange or suspicious. He delivered the mail, picked up the mail, did the odd jobs about the office. He did take a couple of CD envelopes, with the proper postage attached, as well as a dozen standard envelopes with proper postage attached. On all occasions he used rubber gloves so he left no prints. That night, he mailed the CD with the 'making love' amateur porn on it to Keira's home.

The Wednesday night, he put the download manager onto Anthony's computer, pointing it to the child porn site and setting the downloads to occur at 11AM and 3PM on weekdays and run for a duration of 1 hour as well as at 2AM every morning for 1 hour. He had a long list of files to be downloaded, and it would take weeks before they would need refreshing. Not that he needed weeks.

He found a site that offered automated dial out messages. It had a demo, or trial offer where you could send out a small sample of no more than 10 recorded messages to a group of no more than 10 phone numbers. He recorded some messages to Keira, using text to voice software, and had them queued to go to her cell, home and work numbers over the space of 5 working days.

With all of that done, he monitored her reactions, and made his plans for the weekend.