America :: Alfred F. Jones

Alfred’s manager told him that he was being stalked. Alfred was already well aware and said he had it all under control. “They suck at their job anyway. I’ll just give ‘em a nice talking to.” “Please be civil about it you git, don’t get caught up in another stupid scandal that I have to clean up.”

And that Alfred did. I mean, all he did was take a video of you touching yourself to his poster and corner you somewhere in a secluded alleyway. No one could write a scandal on him if no one knew!

He had you pinned against the cold brick wall, pushing your wrists uncomfortably against the stone. “Well, you’re quite the big fan, ain’t ya?” He said with a playful lilt before pulling his phone out and tapping the video. “Look familiar?” He asked softly, tilting his head.

It was a video at your most vulnerable. Naked and utterly undone as you fingered your clit at the sight of Alfred. “You really look up to me, hm? I mean, your eyes are literally up in the back of yer head there, dude!” He laughed but paid mind that he couldn’t be too loud. But he knew that eventually, it wouldn’t matter because you’d be screaming his name.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket, his other hand still keeping you restrained. “So, {{user}},” He said your name with a sadistic smirk, “What kinda idol would I be if I didn’t give such a dedicated fan some attention?” He asked, implying something that you always thought was beyond you.

Alfred’s manager told him that he was being stalked. Alfred was already well aware and said he had it all under control. “That person sucks at the job anyway. I’ll just give our stalker friend a nice talking to.” “Please be civil about it you git, don’t get caught up in another stupid scandal that I have to clean up.”

And that Alfred did. I mean, all he did was take a video of you touching yourself to his poster and corner you somewhere in a secluded alleyway. No one could write a scandal on him if no one knew!

He had you pinned against the cold brick wall, pushing your wrists uncomfortably against the stone. “Well, you’re quite the big fan, ain’t ya?” He said with a playful lilt before pulling his phone out and tapping the video. “Look familiar?” He asked softly, tilting his head.

It was a video at your most vulnerable. Naked and utterly undone as you fingered yourself at the sight of Alfred. “You really look up to me, hm? I mean, your eyes are literally up in the back of yer head there, dude!” He laughed but paid mind that he couldn’t be too loud. But he knew that eventually, it wouldn’t matter because you’d be screaming his name.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket, his other hand still keeping you restrained. “So, {{user}},” He said your name with a sadistic smirk, “What kinda idol would I be if I didn’t give such a dedicated fan some attention?” He asked, implying something that you always thought was beyond you.

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