And so, we meet.... Part One- by Joviswillow

Jon knew that there were people out there in cyber land that wrote stories about him, fan fic they called it. He knew he certainly wasn’t the only one and had goggled some of his friends to see if they had the same thing going on (and they did). So when he started poking around more in his free time, he was shocked to see that some of them were actually really good writers. Of course there were some who made it all about sex and fantasy but then there were some that took the time to write with more substance.

“Samantha” was one of those writers. Her stories were certainly hot and steamy, but with a story that crawled right into the readers’ psyche and just made them care. He was enamored the moment he read her first story. She just seemed to “get it” when it came to her portrails of him. But it wasn’t until a moment of weakness, of fancy really, on a night when he’d had too much to drink, that things got serious.

He’d read a short story she’d written about a ficticious “chat” session between herself, whom she named “The Mistress” and what was obviously a portrayl of himself, a character she deftly named “The Chairman”. It was sulty, steamy, intriguing and left him with a raging hard-on. It was then that he knew he had to have more. He wanted to test this girl, to see if she really was like the characters she wrote about (all of whom Jon suspected had a large chunk of her personality infused into them).

The night in question started out like so many others. He was well through a second bottle of Camermere when he logged on to his computer and decided to check out her blog. He scrolled through to see if any of her stories had been updated and was pleased to find a new chapter of what she referred to as her “puppy” story, about a young version of him. And then he saw it; a new application that would allow people to leave live “chat” type messages for her and would allow her to reply. Jon’s mind began racing and within moment he knew what he was going to do.

The Chairman: How's my boardroom vouyer scene coming along?

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Samantha reacted exactly as he would have expected, with a whimsical mix of sexy and sarcastic that shot right though his brain and down to his groin. They’d continued this chat for months now, Samantha as graceful and creative as ever. He wondered if, under the surface, she had any inkling that he was who he was pretending to be. Over time he found that he yearned to know more and so he set out to learn all about her. He called on friends and colleagues to find out more, always careful never to cross the line and appear as if he were stalking her. He was just curious about this girl, it’s not as if he ever expected to meet her.

“What do you mean she’s coming here? HERE!”

His assistant had just hung up the phone, no doubt with one of the many “spies” he had out there, watching her every move, waiting for something out of the ordinary.

Jon was pacing his office, his voice a deadly calm while at the same time obvious to everyone that really knew him that he was screaming on the inside. It was rare that he was ever caught off guard and when he was he hated it more than anything. It was all about control, and all of a sudden, with one foul swoop then control had been taken from him and given to her, which was completely unacceptable.