This story happened a few years ago. I was sharing an appartement with two friends, Jessie and Eve. Even if I wasn't studying at the same university as them, we all met in our first year because we worked in the same cafΓ©. In our second year, we all moved in together because we hated living in our respective dorms.
One day, Jessie and I came back home after partying a bit, we were a bit tipsy. We found Eve super-stressed studying in the living room. She's usually stressed before exams, but that particular day was kind of exceptional. She was literally convinced that she would fail a midterm exam, that she didn't understand anything, that even if she studied non-stop until the exam, she would still fail it. And that she couldn't fail that particular one because it was a mandatory class, etc.
Jessie with her weird humour, just asked her: "Is the TA a man? Yes? It's easy. Just send him nudes in exchange of the exam's answers." A joke that Eve didn't find funny. But Jessie kept insisting: "Seriously, do it!" To which Jessie just took a piece of paper, wrote the email address of the TA and said: "You know what.
You
send him nudes. If you ever get the answers of the exam, I'll owe you one."
After Eve left, I looked at Jessie, holding that piece of paper and I told her: "Do it! Send him nudes!" Her first reaction was: "Sure!" But then she clicked. She has a sleeve tattoo: "Well. With my sleeve tattoo, if he files a complaint, even if I don't attend his class, there is still a chance that they figure out it was
me.
" And she smiled back at me. "You don't have any tattoo, do you? And you don't even go to the same university... So even if you're caught... There is nothing really they can do."
A minute later I was in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, making a few naked selfies with my cellphone. While I was cropping my face out of the pictures, Jessie was creating a brand-new Gmail account on my laptop. We simply gave the name "Jane" and a bunch of random numbers. We hit "Compose." And the message is pretty simple and very direct:
Hey Ben,
I'm one of your students in your Math
323. I'd like to trade the midterm exam's questionnaire for nude pictures. Are you interested?
We attached one picture. And we hit "send." And we waited. We talked, pressed "refresh" literally every minute. And finally. Maybe forty minutes later, we received a reply, not from his university account, but from his personal email: "How do I know you simply didn't send a picture from the Internet?"
At this point, Jessie and I were pretty excited to actually get a reply of that kind. I got back in the bathroom, with a blank sheet. I undressed and wrote his email on it. With one hand, I held the paper, with the other, I took another picture. And I flipped the piece of paper and took a second one with the words "Deal?" written in big bold letters.
We emailed the pictures. And we waited. A few minutes later, we received a photo. The first page of the exam. With the words "Deal!" written below it.
But we thought that having only the first page wasn't enough. We wanted the entire questionnaire. We replied: "Just that?" And he came back with a counteroffer: "If tomorrow, when I wake up, I get another photo, I'll send another page." We were three days before the exam. And we decided to go along.
First thing in the morning, while I was still in bed, I sent him a little video, from my point of view, when I masturbated. He loved it. And he sent me a second page.
The day before the exam, Jessie and I, we went to see Eve. And we basically handed them the pages we got.
"What is that?" she asked.
"That's your tomorrow's exam. Apparently, your TA really liked the nude pictures we sent him." Jessie answered. "I sent him," I corrected. Eve thought we were trying to prank her. But after showing her the entire email thread we had with him on my laptop, she said: "He's just playing with you... He sent you last year's exam. And you gave him fapping material as a bonus."
She did decide to practise herself with the pages we received. When she came back after the exam, the day after. She was shocked: "The bastard. He really sent you the actual exam!"
I opened my laptop, and there was a new email from him: "Really appreciated our trade. If you continue sending a new pictures or videos every day, until the end of the semester, I'll send you the final exam."
Which... I did. He even had some requests. Some days, he would ask me to wear a specific kind of underwear. He would ask me to take pictures in specific poses. I even bought a masquerade mask, so I didn't have to edit the pictures before sending them. And, as we were getting near the end of the semester, he started sending me the pages of the exam one by one. Which, I shared with Eve. But still, she took time to study and practise hard just in case he tricked us.
The final exam day, Eve came back. And she told us that we had received the real thing: The final exam word for word. Every single question.
So, I told my roommates that I was going to simply delete my "Jane" Gmail account. And that would be the end of the story...
Except that I didn't. Even after the end of the semester, I continued to send him a daily nude picture. I found it fun, and he would always compliment me on how sexy I looked, etc. And we started to exchange a few words here and there.
One day, Ben came with an intriguing and mysterious proposition: "Would you be willing to help me on something?" And I simply replied, "Sure."
And what came back in the following email really surprised me. He sent me a screenshot of a Tinder profile. It's a woman. Her name was Sabrina, 26 years old. Pretty cute. Blond hair, nice smile. And he wrote below: "This is my girlfriend. We've been trying to have a threesome for a couple of months without any luck. Would you be willing to create yourself a Tinder account and flirt with her? And who knows where it can lead us... Just don't tell her I'm behind this"
My intuition told me to investigate. So, with Ben's full name, I went to look on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn. And I actually was able to find her profile. She was real. They both had pictures together, common friends. It was a genuine couple.
So, later that day, as Jessie wasn't there, I went to talk with Eve: "Do you remember at the midterms. You said you'd owe me one if I got you your math exam's questionnaire?"
"Yes," she said hesitantly.
"And you remember that it involved exchanging nude pictures with your math TA?"
"Yes," she said as her eyes narrowed slowly.
"Well. I have a friend who wants to have a threesome."
"Haha!.. Threesome... It depends. It really depends on which of your friend."