Episode 1: KPOPpa!!!

Miki Lee presented herself as any normal nineteen-year-old girl. Graduating from High School and taking the year off before any college plans seemed refreshing. Living under her father’s roof made life simpler and he was anything but overbearing toward her decision. She was all he had in the world so it made perfect sense to hang on to her as long as he could. Not only did it help her financially speaking but it kept her father company after her mother had passed away from breast cancer two years ago. They were both still recovering from that loss. Maybe Miki was clingy just like her dad.

Culture clash here in America didn’t help. Korean born on her father’s side, meeting her mom on a business trip to Seoul back in the day. Her mother working for a software manufacturer, Helena Kovacs at the time met Daniel Lee at a restaurant and was immediately smitten. Within a year of keeping in touch Daniel was in the United States and a father. The rest was Daniel playing daycare and home-schooling Miki during her younger years. Once she reached her high school term, they let her go to public schools for interaction. Hot girl with zero communication skills she struggled until discovering boys and their anatomy. Curiosity skilled the cat they say. At the start of her junior year Helena fell sick and boom gone just that quickly. It made an EMT father wonder if his career choice meant anything. Life was downhill from there.

Her grades good there would be no issue going to college, but the grief and pressures of life led Miki down a different path. Sex became an addiction, more teasing guys and girls alike in most cases, but those Tender hookups were definitely adding scratch marks to their backs. This was her way of processing the loss.

Her father unaware of her meets with people simply thought her out with friends. If she had any of those that might be legit. Imaginary friends became her scapegoat creating fake IDs for her cell and computer just to throw off her dad’s suspicion. Not that she was a bad person she simply didn’t want her dad to be ashamed of her. No job she was a slacker but kept active just so that he didn’t worry. Daniel truthfully didn’t object he loved supporting his baby girl. Helena leaving them a nice home that insurance paid off, a pair of worthy cars, and enough cash to stay afloat at tax time. Daniel drove an ambulance as an EMT to add to their bank account. Life was simple enough. If only Miki Lee could stop thinking about sex. OnlyFans, became an obsession! Just starting out she didn’t even have a real photographer. Selfies were not creating any huge wealth of greedy pervs.

Her goal was out there but without any serious bites. She wanted to be a model. Her portfolio was blessed with a bounty of beautiful poses in various fashions which she added to her site but those were nothing all that sexy. Sending out her portfolio to studios had come back with far too many rejections. Her dad didn’t even know of these attempts let alone what OnlyFans was all about. Nothing was stepping up to the plate. She couldn’t understand why, she was drop dead gorgeous. She needed nudes that was all there was to it. Not just random guys with a cellphone camera or an amateur either, but affording a professional was pretty much impossible.

Coming from a Hungarian heritage on Helena’s side, her features and skin were flawless. Add in her natural Korean influence around her eyes and lips she was alluring without effort. Her build insanely perfect even without working out. DNA had been good to her, height 5’4, weighing in at 115 pounds. Mocha colored skin accented her shoulder length black hair. Big brown eyes drew a crowd of zombies fumbling to walk by and not get lost in them.

Her tits firm and perky at all times were certainly a highlight to capture a guy’s imagination. Rarely a bra worn only added to their playfulness. A heart shaped ass curved brilliantly in all of the right recesses was religiously gawked at by preying fiends every time she walked by, especially in tattered booty shorts, cheeks bobbing, proof of no panties. Long silky legs carried her along. She knew she had it all together physically, yet she felt very alone and unwanted. Impossible, right? Tender should set her straight when she had over 2000 slobbering hunks hoping for Asian cuisine. Namely her!

All the wrong people wanted her for certain. Gangbangers and trouble. She was better than that. San Diego California had its share of handsome studs and hard body beauties to pick from but her gentle insecurities of personal worth always prevented any true relationship. To be honest a mate was the furthest thing from her objective. Her father kept her civil luckily, even though her lust for life made her skip certain brain cells that maintained said normalcy.

Being out of school and no work left Miki a few unexpected options. While her father was at work as an Ambulance driver late at night, Miki discovered the darker corners of the internet. At first it began as chat rooms, then she ventured out to webcam technology. She felt that her beauty might be discovered to entice her portfolio chances. That and to seek out a photographer worthy of her time. More often than not those would be shutterbugs were asking for sex in exchange for photos that still weren’t the quality she sought. Summed up she was discovered by every pervert out there. Something she laughed about each night. Sadly, she had become one herself. Cam whore to be precise.

This night Miki Lee wore only a thin white t-shirt with the San Diego Chargers logo on it. Sitting in the dark basking in the glow of her computer monitor she chose to merely surf chat rooms and jam out to BTS and Blackpink her two favorite KPOP bands. To avoid being overwhelmed she blocked all incoming requests from other men. So, she thought. Miki this night would be caught off guard. And how!

“What the heck?” A box popped up on her monitor forcing her to raise an eyebrow and check her settings. “How are you getting past me, Lukas411?” She frowned and attempted to delete him and block it. Yet time after time this person slipped through. Finally, she read the message to help understand the why and why nots.

“Good evening, Miki Lee. Please do not continue trying to block me. It will fail every time. Just so you know, I am not the enemy. I merely want to talk.”

She shivered at the tone as it went through her brain before typing, “How do you know my name?”

Incoming! “I know everything there is to know about you. EVERYTHING! Don’t panic. I swear to you, Miki, I mean you no harm.”

“Everything about me?” Temptation great she had to know, “Like what?”

“Father Daniel works at Bayside General as an EMT. Mother, Helena, deceased. I’m sorry for your loss by the way. Your dog Pepper was put to sleep three months ago due to canine leukemia. You graduated from Clinton-Bosworth High School last year with an 8.2 grade point average. Should I go on?”

Terrified yet curious she types, “Public record. Easy to locate. Who is this? Is Lukas your real name?”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. Time will tell. Correct you are there are public records for all of that which are easily accessed. I’ll continue. You want to be a model. You have a well-prepared portfolio by the way. I especially loved the slinky red dress. It accents your skin tone perfectly. You should wear it more often. Of course, less is even better. When you wear those scissor-cut shorts that show off your inner thighs and butt cheeks you really get noticed.”

“How can he know I wear those.” As she comprehends how he could know her daily attire her eyes bulge, “I faxed that portfolio to thirty different agencies. Again, that’s easy to access online. That or you work for one of those agencies.”

“No. Agency, yes. Hardly fashion though. At one time that is. About me another day. Let us continue. Your favorite color is Lavender. The first book you read was Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice. Your father used to read you a children’s book called Curious George before bed. You often wore a pair of Scooby Doo pajamas until you outgrew them.” Her eyes bulge as more and more factual info is revealed.

“You were in a stage play of The Little Mermaid at age 9 through a local theater, seeing as you were home schooled. All thanks to your mother’s friend Denise Cromwell. You were a seashell. You should have been Ariel. Money bought that role to a girl by the name of Violet. Violet is a junkie now by the way. Heroin addict! Proud parents indeed.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“Some public record still. In reality everyone has nothing to hide. At least from someone with my observation skills.” Lukas411 replied.

“How could you know about my pajamas?” She fidgets. “That’s almost pedophile.”

“They were given to Goodwill five years ago. You and your mother dropped them off. They had cameras. Not to rat out the government but they’ve been watching every American in one fashion or another for decades. Cameras and spyware. People are too naive and love their technology perks.”

“Five years ago? You couldn’t have possibly spotted me five years ago.”

“No. However, all cameras leave documentation. A person can’t pick their nose in private. I can only imagine you were happy to see your mother’s fur coat being given away. It did look like a wet collie.” She wanted to laugh yet found herself spooked. He was right about Lassie.

“If you know so much tell me something intimate. Something juicy.” She challenged him/her for all she knew. He seemed more logical than a she.

He returns with, “A man in Glendale, Arizona recorded your striptease last month online with his cellphone and shared it with four of his friends, who in turn let co-workers enjoy your masturbation. I’ve intercepted that video and deleted the memory on their phones. You may thank me now.” Awestruck she holds her hand to her lips then moves them away to type.

“I guess I’ll have to take your word on that. Not that it matters I don’t mind turning guys on. If I can help them sleep at night just call me ZzzQuil. LOL!” After a three-minute pause she hears her cellphone buzz. A text had come through. Checking it she discovers the video he had just mentioned, obviously he kept a copy of it. After watching it she sits it down and stares at her sexy performance. Suddenly her cell goes dark. The message had been erased from an outside source, definitely not at her fingertips. “Holy shit.” She whimpered loudly before returning to her keyboard.

“How did you get my number? How did you erase that?”

“No phone number is unlisted when you get it from the carrier. I have a brilliant knack for understanding all things computer. Call me a Hacker, definitely one of the best on the dark web. Regardless, I mean you no harm whatsoever. I could go on and on about what I know about you but let’s cut to the chase. Speaking of Chase! You bank at Chase Federal Credit Union. Correct?”

“Maybe. Are you going to take my last forty dollars?” She frets.

“Hardly. Give me three minutes then call and check your balance.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes chuckling in thought. “This guy is goofing.” Although, he did know an awful lot about her. As time ticked away, she couldn’t resist and called the Credit Union. Her exploration discovered that forty dollars had become four thousand dollars.

“Whoa! No way!” She nearly dropped her cell in a hurry to type Lukas411, “How did you do that?”

“Simple! I merely took a single penny from the accounts of 400,000 people in Paducah, Kentucky and moved it offshore then back to your account. Totally untraceable. Not even the IRS will discover it. Invincible firewalls, Miki Lee.”