Ava’s got a fucking houseguest, and she doesn’t even know it. Some pathetic, drooling fanboy has been squatting in her attic, the creepy bastard. He’s been up there for weeks, maybe months, just watching, jerking off to her every move. He’s been waiting for the perfect moment to make his move, the sick fuck. He’s been adoring her from afar, like she’s some kind of goddess. But now, he’s ready to get close, real fucking close.
One night, Ava hears a noise upstairs. She grabs a flashlight, her heart pounding, and heads up to investigate. Little does she know, she’s about to stumble into a scene straight out of a horror movie. She pushes open the attic door, and there he is, standing in the shadows, his eyes gleaming with lust and desperation. He’s been waiting for this moment, dreaming about it, planning it out in his twisted little mind.
Ava, being the kind of girl who loves attention, isn’t exactly scared. She’s turned on, a little bit. She knows what this guy wants, what he’s been fantasizing about. And she’s not one to disappoint a fan, especially one who’s gone to such extreme lengths to get her attention. She decides to play along, to give him the show he’s been craving. She’s gonna make his dream come true, just like in the movies, only way dirtier.
She starts by stripping down, teasing him with every move. She knows he’s been watching her, imagining her naked, so she gives him a real-life show. She runs her hands over her body, moaning softly, driving him wild with anticipation. He can barely contain himself, his dick throbbing in his pants. He’s never been this close to her, never imagined he’d actually get to touch her.
Ava loves the power she has over him, the way he’s hanging on her every word, every gesture. She knows she can control him, manipulate him, make him do whatever she wants. And that’s exactly what she does. She orders him to his knees, and he obeys without hesitation. She wants him to worship her, to treat her like the goddess he thinks she is.
She makes him beg for it, makes him earn every touch, every kiss. She wants him to know that he’s not worthy of her, that he’s just a pathetic fanboy who got lucky. But deep down, she’s enjoying it too. She loves the feeling of being desired, of being worshipped. She loves the way he’s looking at her, like she’s the only woman in the world.
As the night goes on, things get even wilder, even dirtier. Ava pushes him to his limits, exploring every kink, every fantasy. She wants to see how far he’ll go, how much he’s willing to do for her. And he doesn’t disappoint. He’s willing to do anything, everything, just to please her. He’s her number one fan, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove it. This encounter is a twisted, erotic dance between a star and her obsessed fan, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, desire and danger. It’s a night neither of them will ever forget, a night that will forever change the way they see each other, and themselves.
