Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The first meme I sent was a screenshot of a badly drawn superhero. “SIMP MAN” soaring over a city of unpaid bills, in a cape stitched with the word “beta.” “Enjoy your new alter ego, loser 🤡,” I typed. He messaged back instantly, “You’re so cruel.” My fingers hovered over the keypad, as I cackled. The more I called him the names he despised…“loser,” “beta,” “perv”…the faster his replies came in.
A notification pinged and I looked at my phone to find $150.00 transferred. Then another. And another. His account was draining like a faucet on full blast. The more I teased, the more he sent. “Thanks for the drink. Now, fuck off. There’s a hot guy over there…” was a risky one, but it sent him right over an edge, resulting in not only more cash in my pocket, but also a plea for me to stay. “Please, Amber…don’t go…”
“SIMP MAN”
His messages quickly turned from embarrassing jokes to raw, unfiltered desperation. “I’m sorry, Amber. I’ll do anything. Please, don’t leave.”
I waited a few minutes, building the tension between his screen and mine before typing my reply. “Anything? Why don’t you start by proving you’re not a worthless beta.” The next transfer hit in seconds. I stared at the confirmation and the numbers swelling in my bank account. It was kinda sexy knowing that a grown man could melt into a human ATM simply because I made him feel smaller than his own shadow.
I sent one last meme. An image of a woman with giant breasts, covered of course, captioned “Oops. Made ya look again, perv! Too bad you’ll never get to see these uncensored!” I giggled as I waited for his reply, knowing full well that he was sitting there, counting his bank balance. I scrolled X (formerly known as Twitter) for a few minutes, and then the notification pinged.
“I’ve sent you the last of my money, Goddess,” he typed. “My next payday is on Friday. I hope to play with you again soon.”
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