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fan site, he learned that she ’ s only half-Japanese, “Sutomo” being an Indonesian surname. Hoping to find more explicit videos of her, he narrowed his search: “Midori Sutomo” +video
The top search was a website called Ogle but the actual URL was much longer. He clicked the link. A video played automatically, showing a pair of delicate hands awkwardly massaging a muscled back covered with green and red dragon tattoos. It looked like a phony reality TV show except the scene was shot entirely from the girl ’ s point of view as she straddled her partner. Pete toggled to full screen mode and increased the volume. He heard the grunts of the man as the girl ’ s hands turned into fists and pressed down between his shoulder blades. Occasionally, her tan breasts would peek from the lower edge of the screen.
Being an amateur filmmaker himself, Pete was impressed with the camera work, particularly the POV. He imagined that she had a special camera mounted on her forehead like a human version of National Geographic ’ s “Crittercam.”
The scene panned up. Midori was staring at herself in a large mirror above the bed. She was nude, and so was her partner. She adjusted her hair, checked if her ponytail was still in place.
Amazing, Pete thought. But where ’ s the camera?
He paused the video but the status bar continued to show the seconds ticking by, as if the site was buffering. He tried to fast forward but the interface wouldn ’ t allow him to view beyond the time already elapsed. The video kept playing and all he could do was watch it in real time. The scene panned down as Midori examined her partner ’ s face; he seemed to have fallen asleep. Then she got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and did her business. Hardcore porn caters to all fetishes, he concluded.
Bored now, Pete returned to the site ’ s homepage. Ogle had a remarkably simple interface: a search box with advanced options to filter the results. There were links that allowed him to search not only by name, but also by location and proximity to user. Proximity? That didn ’ t make sense. A drop down list under proximity allowed him to select the radius - 10m, 50m, 100m, 500m, and 1000m. He chose “10m,” out of curiosity, naturally assuming that “m” meant meters.
Two hyperlinks appeared:
Peter Portacio / Pedro Potenciano / pinoy_playboy69…
Tricia Martinez
Thinking that the first link pointed to one of his own websites, he considered the second. Tricia was the name of his next door neighbor. He had noticed her a few times. Chinky-eyed, slightly plump, quite a looker. He stared at his wall, stared at his screen. Beads of sweat formed over his upper lip. He clicked on her name.
Another video loaded. Tricia was sitting in bed, clipping her toenails; like Midori ’ s video, he watched entirely from her POV. Was this a new trend? First person vlogging? Pete hoped she ’ d eventually take a shower. Instead, she gave herself a pedicure. He watched and waited, learning much about cuticles , French tips, and acetone in the process. Then, while waiting for her nails to dry, she leaned back in bed and cracked open a dog-eared copy of Pride and Prejudice.
The resolution was remarkably fine. If he wanted to, he could read along with her. Why anyone would produce a vlog like this was beyond him.
Frustrated, Pete hit the Back button. Tricia ’ s link had turned purple, while his was still blue. This time, he clicked on his name.
A new video loaded: an image of his computer screen. Or more accurately, a video of his computer screen displaying his computer screen displaying his computer screen… like it went on forever. He slowly lowered his eyelids; the scene started to narrow, a dark shadow falling from the upper edge.
He choked on a noodle and nearly slipped off his chair. Pete stood up, looked behind him. He was alone in the room. He stared at the ceiling; nothing there either. Before returning to his workstation,
The top search was a website called Ogle but the actual URL was much longer. He clicked the link. A video played automatically, showing a pair of delicate hands awkwardly massaging a muscled back covered with green and red dragon tattoos. It looked like a phony reality TV show except the scene was shot entirely from the girl ’ s point of view as she straddled her partner. Pete toggled to full screen mode and increased the volume. He heard the grunts of the man as the girl ’ s hands turned into fists and pressed down between his shoulder blades. Occasionally, her tan breasts would peek from the lower edge of the screen.
Being an amateur filmmaker himself, Pete was impressed with the camera work, particularly the POV. He imagined that she had a special camera mounted on her forehead like a human version of National Geographic ’ s “Crittercam.”
The scene panned up. Midori was staring at herself in a large mirror above the bed. She was nude, and so was her partner. She adjusted her hair, checked if her ponytail was still in place.
Amazing, Pete thought. But where ’ s the camera?
He paused the video but the status bar continued to show the seconds ticking by, as if the site was buffering. He tried to fast forward but the interface wouldn ’ t allow him to view beyond the time already elapsed. The video kept playing and all he could do was watch it in real time. The scene panned down as Midori examined her partner ’ s face; he seemed to have fallen asleep. Then she got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and did her business. Hardcore porn caters to all fetishes, he concluded.
Bored now, Pete returned to the site ’ s homepage. Ogle had a remarkably simple interface: a search box with advanced options to filter the results. There were links that allowed him to search not only by name, but also by location and proximity to user. Proximity? That didn ’ t make sense. A drop down list under proximity allowed him to select the radius - 10m, 50m, 100m, 500m, and 1000m. He chose “10m,” out of curiosity, naturally assuming that “m” meant meters.
Two hyperlinks appeared:
Peter Portacio / Pedro Potenciano / pinoy_playboy69…
Tricia Martinez
Thinking that the first link pointed to one of his own websites, he considered the second. Tricia was the name of his next door neighbor. He had noticed her a few times. Chinky-eyed, slightly plump, quite a looker. He stared at his wall, stared at his screen. Beads of sweat formed over his upper lip. He clicked on her name.
Another video loaded. Tricia was sitting in bed, clipping her toenails; like Midori ’ s video, he watched entirely from her POV. Was this a new trend? First person vlogging? Pete hoped she ’ d eventually take a shower. Instead, she gave herself a pedicure. He watched and waited, learning much about cuticles , French tips, and acetone in the process. Then, while waiting for her nails to dry, she leaned back in bed and cracked open a dog-eared copy of Pride and Prejudice.
The resolution was remarkably fine. If he wanted to, he could read along with her. Why anyone would produce a vlog like this was beyond him.
Frustrated, Pete hit the Back button. Tricia ’ s link had turned purple, while his was still blue. This time, he clicked on his name.
A new video loaded: an image of his computer screen. Or more accurately, a video of his computer screen displaying his computer screen displaying his computer screen… like it went on forever. He slowly lowered his eyelids; the scene started to narrow, a dark shadow falling from the upper edge.
He choked on a noodle and nearly slipped off his chair. Pete stood up, looked behind him. He was alone in the room. He stared at the ceiling; nothing there either. Before returning to his workstation,
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