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PART 1- JANE'S WEBCAM


Probably everyone in town knew Jane. In a small town like this she was the closest thing to a debutant they had. Hostess at the local diner, most men knew of her, from appearance at least. A slender beauty with long raven dark hair, fair skin with brown large eyes. She was always immaculately made up with designer clothes, high heels, perfect hair and makeup. She had a narrow, angular face with pale skin and long lashes.

The thing most people really noticed though was her body. She had amazing curves. Despite not being exceptionally tall her small frame had a perfect hour glass figure, leading down to perfect muscular little legs. Part of what made her body so appealing though was the fact that she never really showed any of it. She always wore long skirts or tight jeans, and blouses or designer tops. She never showed a bit of cleavage, which, judging by her massive chest, must have been pretty impressive. This tantalized everyone who saw her and left them wanting more.

So, when I started dating her a year ago, I obviously considered myself the luckiest guy in town. I was with the hottest girl in town! My friends were all amazed I landed someone so far out of my league. Sure, I'm a decent looking guy, and the fastest runner in the 100 yard dash at track, but there's certainly more impressive guys out there. But, to my amazement, when I had worked up the nerve to ask her out she'd said yes!

For a while it was bliss. I knew every guy was jealous of me. A lot of them told me so. Other girls started looking at me in a new light as well. Everything was fine except... well, except the relationship itself. I didn't even notice at first. I was so happy just to be with her. Then, as time went on... well, I started to notice some things.

First, Jane wasn't very forthcoming physically.. At first if she wanted to take it slow, I was fully willing to wait. Then, after the first month, I started to want more. We would never go farther then making out. Even if I tried to touch her body over her clothes she'd rebuff me, pushing my hands away and chiding me like a child. After another few months it started to drive me nuts. Here I was, with one of the hottest girl's I'd ever seen, and I couldn't touch her? I'd never even seen her in a bathing suit! What was the point of being partners with a beauty like that if you couldn't get anywhere with them?

Now, this might all sound shallow. Maybe it is, I don't know. I tried not to let it affect me but I'm a warm blooded male, it's pretty hard to be with a beautiful woman who won't let you even get to second base. Jane didn't make it any easier. Besides the sex issue (or lack of one) She was incredibly demanding and controlling. She wanted to know my whereabouts at all times, though would often flake on our plans together without explanation. She had me drive her around, run errands, even clean her house and walk her dog.

Eventually, I started to feel less like Jane's partner and more like her possession. I got nothing from this relationship, and gave entirely. So, about two months ago I decided to break it off. I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. After all, we weren't especially close, we didn't even really get along . To my surprise, she was furious.

“How dare you reject me!” She had screamed at me, eyes full of rage. I tried to break it to her easy, but it was obvious she'd never been dumped before, and took it as an insult. I tried to smooth things over but she was too angry. I felt sort of bad, but really I should've been worried.


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About a month after our breakup a decided it was time to get back out there and meet some girls. While I had been with Jane many more girl's had taken note of me. I figured it would be easy to find someone to spend some time with.

To my surprise, I was met with unanimous rejection. Girl's who'd been flirting with me were now rolling their eyes at me. One girl laughed in my face. What had happened? I started to feel insecure. I felt like everyone was mocking me. I noticed conversations would stop when I entered a room, or people laughing as they walked by me.

Then, one day I heard someone call me 'Micro Max”. I had never heard this nickname. I asked them what it meant and they smiled and shrugged, walking away. I started to hear it more and more. At school, in my dorm. Soon everyone but the teachers were calling me Micro Max and I had no idea why. Then, one day Callie, a female friend of mine from a computer class filled me.

“Jane's telling everyone you have a small penis dude.” Callie said mildly. “Hence the nickname Mirco Max.”

My jaw dropped. I was completely speechless for a long moment. Then I burst out angrily.

“Small penis? WHAT?! She never even saw my penis!” I yelled. Realizing what I was saying I looked around, making sure we were still alone at our table in the park.

“I know, I know.” Callie said, raising her hands. “Believe me, I heard you whine about your guy's lack of sex so much I remember. But that's what she's saying.”

“Do people actually believe her?” I asked naively.

“Max, it's a mean spirited rumor: everyone believes it.” Callie said in her cynical tone.

“But why?”

“Because it's a new reason to look down on someone, that's why.” Callie replied.

I put my head in my hands, growling with exasperation.

“I can't believe she'd do this to me!”

“I can.” Callie said. “That chick is cold blooded for sure.”

“Well, I've got to try to talk to her.” I said, standing up. “Maybe I can get her to tell everyone the truth!”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Callie said sarcastically.

Callie was right of course. Jane had no interest in setting the record straight. I visited her when she was getting off work.

“I heard about the rumor you've been spreading.” I said when I saw her. Jane wouldn't even look my way and kept walking.

“Jane, you've got to tell people the truth.”

“The truth?” She said, rounding on her heels to face me.

“Jane, you never saw my penis.” I pointed out. It felt sort of like a weird thing to say out loud, but it was true.

“Well, it could be small, who knows?” She grinned cruelly. “Maybe this will teach you that Jane Lodge does not get dumped by the likes of you!”

With that she turned and walked to her car, leaving me with a stupefied look on my face. Could she really be so cruel, so malicious? I saw now that she wasn't going to do the right thing unless I made her.


Now, this might be where some of you start to judge me. Rightly so, I have to admit. But you have to understand. I was living in a world of humiliation. Every day I heard mockery, snickering and dismissal. All based around a lie. I honestly am pretty well endowed! I needed Jane to retract her statement, and she wasn't going to do it willingly. So I took extreme measures.

So, the next morning I went to the computer lab. I spent the whole day coding. Then, that night I went and broke into Jane's house.

Well, broke in is an exaggeration. Really, I just knew her sliding glass door didn't lock and went there while she was working. In her darkened house I found her computer, left open and on. I plugged in my flash drive and went to work installing the malware I had made that day. After less then an hour I had remote access to Jane's webcam, and could view it from my own computer without her knowledge.

I know, I know. Totally creepy thing to do. But, I needed leverage over Jane, and this was the only way I could see to get it. So I went home and fired up my computer. This became the routine every night. I would have an open window of Jane in her house to glance at. I was hoping to get some nude photos of her to use to force her to retract her lies. Okay, maybe this whole thing was creepy. I'm not going to defend myself, just explain.

Like I said, I was hoping for nudes, but it turned out Jane was never nude in her house. She'd always bring her clothes with her into the bathroom, and com out in a new outfit. Apparently she was so uptight she never spent an instant naked, even in her own living room. Annoyed, I watched through three nights of this. The most I ever saw of Jane was her in pajamas.

Then, the forth night, I got what I was looking for. Leverage, something to blackmail Jane with.


The next night I knocked on Jane's door. She opened it, looking first surprised and then angry.

“What do YOU want?” She asked bitterly. I pushed passed her into her house.

“HEY!” She yelped, startled by my intrusion.

“Sorry to just barge in. I was hoping we could talk.” I said, unable to keep the grin off my face.

“We have nothing to talk about.” Jane said, crossing her arms angrily.

“Yes, we do. I'm giving you one last chance to tell everyone the truth about me.”

Jane laughed in my face.

“HAHAHA! That'll be the day!” She smirked. I felt anger flash in my eyes. I forced myself to calm down and grin again.

“Well, alright then.” I said, pressing the play button on my phone in my pocket. Suddenly faint moaning sounds could be heard. Obviously it was sexual. A woman moaning in pleasure.

The smile evaporated from Jane's face. She instantly recognized it as her own voice. Smiling all the more I pulled out my phone and showed it to her. On the screen was her from the view of her webcam. She had her hand down the front of her pajamas, obviously watching something on the screen. She was moaning with pleasure, one leg up, free hand pulling on her lip as she serviced herself.

“Ooh Janey, you're so bad...” She moaned in the video, hand in her pants moving faster. “So naughty...”

Jane's face went from blank shock to outrage. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes narrowed. Her lips were quivering in rage. I've got to admit, she looked adorable this angry!

“You son of a b*tch!” She yelled. “How did you get that?”

“Doesn't matter.” I replied, putting the phone back in my pocket.. “What matters is this: unless you want this video all over the internet, you're going to tell everyone that you were lying about my... size, you got that?”

Jane was literally shaking with impotent rage. After a long silence she replied.

“Fine.” She said flatly.

“Thanks.” I said, moving towards the door. “I'll delete the video once I know the truth has gotten around.”

Not waiting for a reply I left her house.