Creeper

Ashley’s cursor hovered over the private message on her Archangel Porn Hub page. The message was from Creeper. She had come up as a hit for some creep. Creeper was what the world called Doppelganger.com; it was Tinder for creeps. Creeper offered a fantasy as close to reality as possible. Creeper did this by using facial and body recognition software to search all the porn on the internet for people that best matched the uploaded picture. If you signed up, you could watch porn featuring the person of your dreams.

Stroking to videos with a starlet mirroring your high school crush was only the beginning. With an upgraded subscription, even more was possible. Creeper could find you someone who was willing to perform a live show, meet for that romantic date or more.

Most creeps never wanted more than some visuals for a wank because in all but the rarest cases the voice, accent, demeanor, and personality of the hit created an uncanny valley not easily bridged.

Some creeps inevitably replaced their crush with the hit. In Creeper’s early days there was an explosion of YouTube videos chronicling overzealous creeps who naturally took to stalking the hit. Then tragedy, an INCEL found a hit to stalk. The stalking led to a multiple murder. The rejection was too much for the INCEL, so he shot up the community college class the hit was in killing six people, including the hit.

The first iteration of Creeper was shamed out of existence. But the business model was sound because fantasy sells. Doppelganger.com made security and safety part of their mission. That was why Ashley got an email:

“You’re a 98% match for a member of Doppelganger.com!

Doppelganger.com has not given the details of the match to our member. You can immediately block this person from your content by clicking here.

Nothing in life is without risk. Doppelganger.com wants all its users to know the risks and manage them. Click here to view our video on managing the risks.

If you have done your risk assessment and understand the risk involved in letting our member connect with you click here to set your boundaries.”

A shiver ran down Ashley’s back. Was it someone she knew? Maybe the uploaded picture was of her? Was that why it matched so well? Was it a psycho killer like the one’s she watched on YouTube murder porn and top ten list videos? She was giddy with goose bumps starting, it was better than a horror movie. She loved the feeling.

Ashley clicked on the link to the video on managing the risk. It was not entertaining enough to keep her from focusing on her Facebook and chatting with her viewers before the Live Show. At the end of the video Creeper told her the match, 4everalone, was from a computer and phone in a city only a hundred miles away – close enough to drive. It provided little more, except 4everalone did not have any notes or warnings from other hits. What kind of weird name is that? 4everalone creepy, she thought as she followed the link to set up the boundaries. Her heart raced as she worked through the list of information, she would allow 4everalone to see. It was exciting, so exciting she was ignoring the dings from the instant messages. Once done, Doppelganger.com sent her an email confirming her acceptance of the match.

“Hey Ash, you’re supposta be online… the show started,” Ryan yelled from down the hall.

“All right!” Ashley rushed to get on her angel wings, make sure her makeup was good, and lighting was right. With everything ready she went live to the small audience. Just three regulars. She thought, better than none, but hardly enough to be exciting. But she still had to act horny. She noticed a fourth person join. The unknown of 4everalone being online got her wet. She fantasized about 4everalone tying her up and choking her.

Morris’ mouth was so dry, he could not swallow. He had spent almost a hundred bucks on Creeper’s advanced search. He was desperate to find someone who looked like his high school sweetheart. Or she would have been if the world wasn’t shit.

Emily was the rarest of things, a Stacey that wanted to go out with Morris. She had understood him. No other girl had even given him a chance. Anyone who could give a guy named Morris Lester, Molester, a chance was an angel.

The nerves were because of many reasons. Morris had never really watched a live stream show or even delved into porn. Mostly it was fear of destroying the purity of Emily with something tawdry, a facsimile with none of her qualities.

Morris opened the link for Doppelganger.com. He thought, Her name is Archangel, that must be a sign. And Emily is never coming back. This is the best I can do. He clicked the link from Doppelganger.com then signed into Archangel’s show.

There was Emily. Morris was sure it was her. Dimpled chin, high cheek bones, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, a big mouth with full lips and nose that was a little big. He was enchanted by her face hardly looking at her body. When he could not help but look at her body it was the same as Emily’s, with proportionally big hips, narrow shoulders and breasts that would just fill champagne glasses. The only thing missing was a small birth mark.

Archangel did not have the birth mark.

“Oh, you always want me to do that,” Archangel smiled coyly.

The hair on the back of Morris’s neck stood up. ’This must be Emily’s ghost, he thought, but Emily died nine years ago… I went to her funeral.

“Welcome my new friend… you are not alone tonight,” Archangel blew a kiss to 4everalone and winked.

Morris was overwhelmed, transfixed and stiff. Slowly he started to think. His mind told him not to destroy the innocents Archangel still had. If this was to be Emily, he wanted something resembling what he was not able to have. He did not want the first time he saw Emily’s analog naked to be with hundreds of others gawking, leering, electronically jeering and pulling their pudd to the live stream. It should be special.

Morris logged off.

“Awe, that’s so nice Davy,” Ashley replied to the instant message. “I think I had as much fun as you. And that’s all the fun I can have tonight. As you can see, I need a shower… I’m certain some of you do too. Bye-bye.”

“Ash that was awesome!” Ryan yelled as he walked to her room. “I didn’t last the whole show.” Once he was at her door, he pointed his Glock 17 gen 4 from his crotch as if it was his cock and said, “I was all like Oh-God halfway through.” He thrust his pelvis with his gun in his crotch as if he had just ejaculated. At least he pointed it at the wall.

“RYAN get that out of here! I fucking hate it when you fuck around like that.”

“Angel it’s not loaded,” Ryan pulled the slide showing daylight through the gun. “It is empty like my cock,” he grabbed his junk under his robe when he said that. “You were so HOT this show! I only got halfway through.”

“That’s good cause there is no way I would finish you off after that gun shit. That’s not cool.”

“I am going to put the video as the teaser on the porn site.”

“Sure, we need all the traffic we can get.”