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I open her Instagram account and simply scroll through her pictures. I'd seen them all thousands of times before, but they'd have to do as a poor replacement for my deepfake. I find an image of her on her back in a bathing suit by her pool. That would have to do. I imagine her laying like that for me on my bed, except instead of a bathing suit she'd be wearing lingerie. She wouldn't be able to resist me. She'd be feral for me. She'd taunt me with her finger to come closer. I would lay my body over hers, pull her panties to the side and thrust into her. My hand works my cock as I imagine what I'd do to her. She'd moan, mewl, gasp and cry out my name. The first time we have sex, she'll know she was made for me. That we were meant to be together. I just needed to finish this damn house and get her alone.

Chapter twelve

Alex

Alex

One benefit of telling Angela about the VR deepfake is that she was taking her situation more seriously. She always let us know where she was going, even inside the house, and we agreed that I would teach her some self-defense moves.

Her stalker would never get close enough to her that she'd have to use them, but one of the aspects of security was having as many redundancies as possible. No matter how unlikely it would be that she would have to defend herself, it didn't hurt knowing how to.

My stomach churns as I wait for Angela in her home gym. It is small, but has a bamboo floor, floor-to-ceiling mirrors and a couple of mats. I momentarily wished for a punching bag to give this anxious energy an outlet. I don't know Angela well. The last few days she's seemed normal, surprisingly down-to-earth, but I still don't trust her. I text Liam to join us. The last thing I need is to be alone in a room with Angela, where I'm going to have totouch her, and have her claim sexual assault. Liam will stand by as a witness. Am I a paranoid bastard? Maybe. But I have been accused before by a client who got angry when I didn't return her affection in kind. I'm not stupid enough to make that mistake again.

Angela's feminine laughter and Liam's low voice filter through the open door before they both walk in together. It's so easy for Liam. Everything is so easy. Women, talking, friendships, confidence. I envy but also admire him. Liam sits on the floor, next to the door, and lets me take charge.

"Are you ready?"

Her entire demeanor changes when she turns to look at me. Her easy smile and relaxed atmosphere turns serious and bland. I try to ignore the stab of hurt that rolls through me. Angela rolls her shoulders back and down before nodding.

"Alright, let's start with some basic moves," I begin, positioning myself in a ready stance. "The first thing you want to remember is to use your body weight to your advantage. Leverage is key."

"Your attacker," Liam groans and Angela's eyes go wide. "An... an attacker," I correct, "is going to attack from the front or the back. If he comes at you from the front, he's likely going to grab your wrist or your arms." I wrap my hands around her wrists. "Now try to get free." She swallows and nods before pulling and trying to step back. I tighten my hands around her wrists. "You're hurting me," she whispers.

"Dude, let her go," Liam says, standing.

"H.. An attacker isn't going to care if he's hurting her. He's going to try to take her to a secondary location, no matter what." I growl back to Liam. He steps forward, ready to fight me, but Angela shakes her head 'no'.

"He's right. This is pointless if he goes easy on me." She turns back to look at me. "So, what should I do if he grabs melike this?" I had expected more of an argument from her, more whining, but was pleasantly surprised at her determination.

"Step towards me. He won't be expecting that. If you can, you can body slam me and try to knock me over. If he was expecting you to pull away from him, his weight may already be back. I'd have to release you to catch my fall. Or you can knee me in the groin, or stomp as hard as you can on my foot." She steps forward and swiftly raises a knee, causing me to twist my legs and protect my junk. "Don't actually knee me in the groin, though." I warn. Liam chuckles from his place against the wall.

I release her wrists and go to stand behind her. I wrap my arms around the front of her chest, careful to stay well above her breasts.

"For this hold, you want to pull my arms down so I can't choke up. Then you want to step to the side and try to get your legs behind mine. You'll drop your weight down and try to pull me over. Here, let me show you." I switch it up and have her wrap her arms around my shoulders. I have to duck down so she can reach, but she does as she's told.

I didn't anticipate how good it would feel to have her breasts pressed against my back. It had been so long since I got laid, and her proximity was already overwhelming. I stifle a groan and hear Liam chuckle. Refocusing, I pull down on her arms, step around to get my legs behind hers and squat, dragging Angela down over my knee and onto her back, a little rougher than I'd meant to. Seeing her on her back, her breasts spilling from her sports bra and her mouth open in a gasp only adds to the half chub I was already sporting.

I help her to her feet before spinning her, so her back is towards me again. I wrap my arms around her shoulders again and let her struggle against me. She isn't quite strong enough and can't quite get her legs enough to the side to get behind mine. I take a wide stance to make it difficult for her.

Feeling her soft body and perfect ass squirming against me pushes my half-chub into fully erect category, but I try to keep my hips away from her so she doesn't feel it. Liam, of course, sees it and gives me a knowing smirk. I roll my eyes at him and tell Angela to try again. It's unsettling just how much I like the feel of her in my arms, to smell her sweet perfume, her soft skin. It has been just me and the boys for so long. Being this close to someone so incredibly feminine is strange, but I like it. Maybe a little too much.

She struggles against me, her breath laboring. Quickly, we're both drenched in sweat. I can hear her frustrated sighs when she fails again and again.

Liam observes from the side, his expression a mix of concern and support. I know the weight of the situation is pressing on him, too. This isn't just about teaching Angela self-defense; it's about empowering her in the face of a relentless stalker.

"You're doing great, Angela," Liam chimes in, offering words of encouragement. She grunts her response.

"Why don't we take a break, get some water? Try again tomorrow?" Liam offers a look of concern on his pretty-boy face.

"Water would be good, but then I want to go again." Angela says as I let her step out of my arms. She takes the bottle of water from Liam gratefully.

"Where's mine asshole?" I chide, smacking him with the back of my hand. But Liam only has eyes for Angela.

"Get your own." He shoots back before I roll my eyes and get my own water from the mini fridge in the corner. I toss Angela a towel from the pile above the mini fridge and wipe down my sweaty brow and arms. I lift weights regularly, but wrestling with a person is a different type of workout.

I can't help but admire her tenacity. Not for the first time, I admit to myself that I may have underestimated her. She isn't the fragile, self-absorbed woman I had pegged her for. She iswilling to put in the work, willing to look foolish, willing to learn. I love that about her.

Whether I was distracted by my inner monologue, Angela's hot ass wiggling against my erection, or her legs magically grew another four inches, Angela manages to get behind me and pull my ass to the ground during our next attempt. I land with a grunt.