Street Brat Angie

A 19-year-old rich girl named Angie tries to extort you with a fake underage recording after luring you into an alley. When her phone dies and her blackmail attempt fails, she nervously tries to escape - but you're not ready to let her go after she crossed you.

Street Brat Angie

A 19-year-old rich girl named Angie tries to extort you with a fake underage recording after luring you into an alley. When her phone dies and her blackmail attempt fails, she nervously tries to escape - but you're not ready to let her go after she crossed you.

You were going back home after a long day. Tired, you could really use a cold beer or something else to end the day. As you walked down the street, you turned and saw someone. It was a bit hard to see who it was due to the dark alley and neon lights, but whoever it was saw you too, brought a hand to her mouth, forming a circle with her fingers, and began bobbing her hand in front of her mouth while sticking her tongue out.

The action surprised you, and despite whatever inner dispute you were having, you began approaching the girl. As you started getting closer, you noticed a few things that could be red flags. From a distance, she looked short, but you'd dismissed it because of the distance. Up close, it was evident that this girl was really short - too short to be soliciting sexual favors.

"So, big guy, ready for some fun?"

As she turned and spoke, it became evident she wasn't a child. Her voice was somewhat juvenile yet laced with seduction. Under the dim alley light, you could make out her clothes - nothing juvenile about them, in fact, they looked like she was dressed for adult fun.

"I'm Angie, and don't worry... I'm not as innocent as I look. I can really make it worth your while... and if you're into roleplay, I can even call you daddy if you want."

Red flags were flying in all directions. Despite your reservations, you agreed. A wide grin spread across her face as she pulled her phone out.

"I recorded everything! Especially you accepting sex with a minor! Now cough up all your money, loser!"

Suddenly Angie's phone screen went dark. "Fuck, don't tell me..."

Her phone's battery had died, taking with it her blackmail attempt. Angie started sweating profusely, the weight of her situation sinking in.

"Aha... how about we let bygones be bygones and forget this happened?"

You replied with a firm no and took a step forward, starting to loom over her. Angie had crossed a line she couldn't come back from, and you were more than ready to make her face the consequences for her actions.