The Benefactor (Part 1 posted 2/19/23)
Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2023 1:48 pm
I'm going to start a new story here. I've mapped out about 5 chapters to it. It's a slower start to get the premise in. I'll only post one new part a week, but I think I can keep myself to that. There's a definite end and hopefully I can keep this from becoming another sprawling epic that I leave unfinished-only did that once. Anyway... here's Wonderwall...
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I looked at the letter in my hand. I was blushing and scared. I didn’t know who wrote it. My mind kept running through all of the people who I’d told about my situation and none of them knew everything that the person who wrote this letter knew. I felt more exposed in that moment than ever before. Someone out there knew almost as much about my private and financial problems as I did. And the worst part? Because of what they requested, it had to be someone who lived in the same apartment complex.
I looked at the letter again…
“Dearest Clara,
I’m sorry to hear that you lost your scholarship at the start of this semester at college. I know you have been reluctant to tell your parents. I know it has made things difficult, since you had just moved into this apartment by yourself and now you need that money to pay for school. You don’t know where your housing money will come from.
I know you work at the Family Diner but they are having a hard time and scaled you back to part time waitressing. Those paychecks and tips barely cover your daily expenses.
I’m in a unique position to help a young 19-year-old girl like you. I have some extra income and I am willing to become your benefactor… but there will be a price.
I will send you a letter every other day with a task. Something you must complete within 24 hours of receiving the letter. If you complete the task, the next letter will contain one thousand dollars. If you fail to complete the task, the letters and money will stop.
We will never meet. I will never tell you who I am. You just have to do the tasks and the money is yours.
I know you’re smart enough to understand, you’re grade average in your English Literature major is very high. You’re not stupid. You just made a mistake streaking with your friends at that football game in the fall…and lost your scholarship for disciplinary reasons. I miss seeing that girl, the brazen and energetic fun Clara that has been beaten down by the system. Let’s find a way to revive her.
Your first task, open all the blinds in your apartment. Turn all your lights on. Leave them all on for the next 24 hours. Make sure your apartment is bright and people can see inside it. Then, take off your top. Completely. Down to skin. Don’t cover up at all. …and that is how you will remain in your apartment until the next letter.
It’s just a start, just an appetizer. Nothing too risqué. I want to make sure you’re willing to comply.
Now, go be a good girl and get those tits out for your Benefactor.
Supportively,
B.”
What did I know of my mysterious benefactor? Almost nothing. He…he, was it a he? I didn’t even know that… This person probably lived in an apartment that had a good view into mine. Probably. That’s all I knew.
I didn’t even know if I was going to do it. I guess this task wasn’t that risky. I’ve been topless, even naked in my own apartment before. The blinds were usually drawn though. I usually kept the lighting dim. This would be different. I’d be open. I’d be exposed. …I’d get $1000. …and in the end, that’s the thought that started me down this path.
I began walking through my apartment turning every light on, opening all the blinds and curtains, complying with my Benefactors wishes. Then I finally stood at the sliding glass doors to my little patio, little more than an 8x 4 slab of concrete with access to the courtyard. I looked out at all the other buildings wondering which apartment was going to be looking at me…
I closed my eyes and pulled my sweatshirt off over my head, tossing it aside.
I reached around and unhooked my bra, then slid it off my shoulders revealing my breasts, perky with erect nipples. My complexion is fairly light, but still a few steps from porcelain. My nipples and areola are a deep pink.
I dropped the bra to the floor at my feet and fought the urge to cross my arms in front of my now visible breasts.
For the first time I really noticed how crowded this complex was. I started to see all the people actually using their patio or out in the courtyard. It was early evening, people were getting home. Some children were out there playing. A few folks were just standing out there smoking…and I felt the eyes.
I turned red. But stood there. I almost covered up…but I didn’t. I looked out…I wondered who. I wondered if they had seen enough to know I was doing their task.
Then…to make sure I passed this test, I went and got my chair, moving in in front of the sliding glass door. I went back to get my schoolbag and laptop. I plugged in and settled down. I sat in that chair, facing the outside world with my boobs out for anyone who looked to see and I worked on my homework.
People walked by the window to take looks. A few guys came up and tried to chat with me. I didn’t engage.
One woman came over and complained…I said I had to do it tonight for a project but I wouldn’t do it anymore. I don’t know if that last part was true. She wasn’t happy but she let it go.
I felt humiliated. Streaking at a football game was different. Sure, a lot of people saw it, but it was over quickly. People got their laughs and their pictures. We were moving, so we were blurs. There was no blur here. I was topless. It was obviously me. Time kept ticking away and there was no escape.
I know I was the subject of some photos. I started to wonder if this was really worth $1000. …but I knew it wasn’t just the $1000. Doing this…and whatever came next might hurt my career in the end, but if I had to leave school or ended up homeless, would my career even begin? I don’t know I felt stupid.
As the light drifted and there were less and less people in the courtyard I struggled to see the lights in other apartments, looking for telescopes, binoculars, camera equipment…anything that might clue me off to who. I saw nothing.
The idea of being watched had started to grow on me. As I finished my schoolwork and thought about the type of man…or woman who would put a girl through this…I started to get a little more excited. I started to wonder about what might come next if I continued on this path. I realized the thoughts were making me kind of wet.
I decided to slide my hand into my pants and have a little tickle. It was late enough, there was no one out there. I usually got naked to do such things, but…tonight I didn’t want to give anything away…knowing I was being seen as I was, topless, was enough. I let my hand dive right in under my leggings and my panties…and slip into my body…and there, while whoever watched, I brought myself to orgasm.
Eventually, I fell asleep in the chair, my breasts exposed to anyone who wondered by in the night my hand still in my leggings. Lights on, so the view was good.
In the morning, when I woke, I showered and dressed for school. I made sure my top was the last thing I put on. I checked the mail slot to make sure it was good and ready for whatever came next...
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I looked at the letter in my hand. I was blushing and scared. I didn’t know who wrote it. My mind kept running through all of the people who I’d told about my situation and none of them knew everything that the person who wrote this letter knew. I felt more exposed in that moment than ever before. Someone out there knew almost as much about my private and financial problems as I did. And the worst part? Because of what they requested, it had to be someone who lived in the same apartment complex.
I looked at the letter again…
“Dearest Clara,
I’m sorry to hear that you lost your scholarship at the start of this semester at college. I know you have been reluctant to tell your parents. I know it has made things difficult, since you had just moved into this apartment by yourself and now you need that money to pay for school. You don’t know where your housing money will come from.
I know you work at the Family Diner but they are having a hard time and scaled you back to part time waitressing. Those paychecks and tips barely cover your daily expenses.
I’m in a unique position to help a young 19-year-old girl like you. I have some extra income and I am willing to become your benefactor… but there will be a price.
I will send you a letter every other day with a task. Something you must complete within 24 hours of receiving the letter. If you complete the task, the next letter will contain one thousand dollars. If you fail to complete the task, the letters and money will stop.
We will never meet. I will never tell you who I am. You just have to do the tasks and the money is yours.
I know you’re smart enough to understand, you’re grade average in your English Literature major is very high. You’re not stupid. You just made a mistake streaking with your friends at that football game in the fall…and lost your scholarship for disciplinary reasons. I miss seeing that girl, the brazen and energetic fun Clara that has been beaten down by the system. Let’s find a way to revive her.
Your first task, open all the blinds in your apartment. Turn all your lights on. Leave them all on for the next 24 hours. Make sure your apartment is bright and people can see inside it. Then, take off your top. Completely. Down to skin. Don’t cover up at all. …and that is how you will remain in your apartment until the next letter.
It’s just a start, just an appetizer. Nothing too risqué. I want to make sure you’re willing to comply.
Now, go be a good girl and get those tits out for your Benefactor.
Supportively,
B.”
What did I know of my mysterious benefactor? Almost nothing. He…he, was it a he? I didn’t even know that… This person probably lived in an apartment that had a good view into mine. Probably. That’s all I knew.
I didn’t even know if I was going to do it. I guess this task wasn’t that risky. I’ve been topless, even naked in my own apartment before. The blinds were usually drawn though. I usually kept the lighting dim. This would be different. I’d be open. I’d be exposed. …I’d get $1000. …and in the end, that’s the thought that started me down this path.
I began walking through my apartment turning every light on, opening all the blinds and curtains, complying with my Benefactors wishes. Then I finally stood at the sliding glass doors to my little patio, little more than an 8x 4 slab of concrete with access to the courtyard. I looked out at all the other buildings wondering which apartment was going to be looking at me…
I closed my eyes and pulled my sweatshirt off over my head, tossing it aside.
I reached around and unhooked my bra, then slid it off my shoulders revealing my breasts, perky with erect nipples. My complexion is fairly light, but still a few steps from porcelain. My nipples and areola are a deep pink.
I dropped the bra to the floor at my feet and fought the urge to cross my arms in front of my now visible breasts.
For the first time I really noticed how crowded this complex was. I started to see all the people actually using their patio or out in the courtyard. It was early evening, people were getting home. Some children were out there playing. A few folks were just standing out there smoking…and I felt the eyes.
I turned red. But stood there. I almost covered up…but I didn’t. I looked out…I wondered who. I wondered if they had seen enough to know I was doing their task.
Then…to make sure I passed this test, I went and got my chair, moving in in front of the sliding glass door. I went back to get my schoolbag and laptop. I plugged in and settled down. I sat in that chair, facing the outside world with my boobs out for anyone who looked to see and I worked on my homework.
People walked by the window to take looks. A few guys came up and tried to chat with me. I didn’t engage.
One woman came over and complained…I said I had to do it tonight for a project but I wouldn’t do it anymore. I don’t know if that last part was true. She wasn’t happy but she let it go.
I felt humiliated. Streaking at a football game was different. Sure, a lot of people saw it, but it was over quickly. People got their laughs and their pictures. We were moving, so we were blurs. There was no blur here. I was topless. It was obviously me. Time kept ticking away and there was no escape.
I know I was the subject of some photos. I started to wonder if this was really worth $1000. …but I knew it wasn’t just the $1000. Doing this…and whatever came next might hurt my career in the end, but if I had to leave school or ended up homeless, would my career even begin? I don’t know I felt stupid.
As the light drifted and there were less and less people in the courtyard I struggled to see the lights in other apartments, looking for telescopes, binoculars, camera equipment…anything that might clue me off to who. I saw nothing.
The idea of being watched had started to grow on me. As I finished my schoolwork and thought about the type of man…or woman who would put a girl through this…I started to get a little more excited. I started to wonder about what might come next if I continued on this path. I realized the thoughts were making me kind of wet.
I decided to slide my hand into my pants and have a little tickle. It was late enough, there was no one out there. I usually got naked to do such things, but…tonight I didn’t want to give anything away…knowing I was being seen as I was, topless, was enough. I let my hand dive right in under my leggings and my panties…and slip into my body…and there, while whoever watched, I brought myself to orgasm.
Eventually, I fell asleep in the chair, my breasts exposed to anyone who wondered by in the night my hand still in my leggings. Lights on, so the view was good.
In the morning, when I woke, I showered and dressed for school. I made sure my top was the last thing I put on. I checked the mail slot to make sure it was good and ready for whatever came next...