Perform for Me
Copyright© 2025 by Ashley Camaron
Chapter 3: A Favor for a Favor
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: A Favor for a Favor - Teenage hacker Sam spies on his neighbors' most explicit secrets. But when the manipulative Madison catches him, she doesn't want silence—she wants a show. Now, he's the one on camera, forced to obey her explicit commands and act out her most degrading fantasies. It's a twisted game of psychological torture, and if he doesn't perform, she will burn his entire world to the ground.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Anal Sex Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Sam’s mom had insisted he ride with Emily to school that morning. “It’ll be good for you,” she’d said, her tone light but firm. “You’re new here, and Emily knows the place better than anyone.” Madison, on the other hand, had been more direct with Emily. “Take him with you,” she’d said, brushing her daughter’s hair aside. “It’s just a ride. Besides, it’s good for you to make ... connections.”
Sam waited outside, back against the car, pretending to check his phone. When Emily finally emerged, she was quiet, her usual confidence dimmed. She gave him a nod, sliding into the driver’s seat without a word.
The ride started in silence, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Sam glanced at her, trying to gauge her mood. Her hands were steady on the wheel, but her jaw was tight, like she was holding something back.
“You don’t have to do this,” Sam finally said, breaking the tension. “I mean, I can find my way to school. It’s not a big deal.”
Emily shook her head. “It’s fine. Mom insisted.” She paused, then added, “And ... it’s not like I’m in a rush or anything.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You seem like you’re in a hurry to get somewhere.”
Emily hesitated, her fingers tapping the wheel. “I ... have to see the counselor in about an hour,” she admitted.
Sam frowned. “Counselor? Everything okay?”
She let out a short laugh, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Not really. My grades are ... well, they’re not great. And I’ve got a lot of detentions stacked up. They’re talking about conditional enrollment.”
Sam blinked, surprised. “Wait, really? You? You seem...”
“Like I’ve got it all together?” She glanced at him, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, that’s what everyone thinks.”
Sam hesitated, then plunged ahead. “Is it because of ... your boyfriend?”
Emily’s grip tightened on the wheel, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she said, “It’s just stuff. Life. You know how it is.”
Sam didn’t press. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, staring out the window as the neighborhoods blurred past. “What’s the counselor going to say?”
Emily shrugged. “Probably give me a lecture. Maybe make me do extra credit. Honestly, I don’t know if it’ll even make a difference at this point.”
Sam thought for a moment, then turned to her. “What if I could help?”
Emily glanced at him, confused. “Help? With what?”
“Your grades. I mean, I’m not a genius or anything, but I’m decent with computers. Our old school had this system—if it’s anything like that, I could probably figure it out. Maybe ... tweak a few things.”
Emily’s eyes widened, and she quickly looked back at the road. “You’re saying you could fix my grades?”
Sam shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I mean, sure. If the system’s not too complicated. It’s not like I’m hacking the Pentagon or anything.”
For the first time since they’d gotten in the car, Emily smiled. A real smile. “You’d really do that? For me?”
Sam felt a flicker of warmth at her reaction but tamped it down. “Yeah, why not? It’s not that big a deal.”
Emily was quiet for a moment, then said softly, “Thank you. I ... didn’t expect that.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Sam said, grinning. “I haven’t even tried yet.”
The rest of the ride was easier, the tension between them diminishing as they talked.
Emily leaned against the wall of the empty classroom, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Are you sure you can do this?” she asked, her voice low but tinged with anxiety. “We won’t get caught? I’m in enough trouble as it is.”
Sam glanced up from the basic school computer he’d just booted up, his fingers already probing the keyboard. “I’m not sure if I can get in from here,” he admitted, “but if I do, I won’t leave a trail. I’m not an amateur.” He paused, frowning at the screen as access denied messages flickered up. “This one’s connected to the network, but it’s too restricted—I need a terminal that’s directly tied to the school’s admin system. Something with higher privileges, probably in a locked office or back room. And make sure no one disturbs me while I work.”
Emily nodded, her expression serious. “I’ll take care of it.” She disappeared for a few minutes, returning with a keycard she’d swiped from a nearby staff lounge and a quiet assurance that the adjacent admin room was now accessible. “This gets us into the back office—they use it for records. No one’s going to come in here; I locked the outer door.”
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