Ok Y'all here's chapter one. I had a lot of trouble with the formatting, but I got it fixed now that I'm using google docs and don't have to cut and paste constantly from different devices.

Follower

Meghan McKay had four thousand five hundred sixty-six followers on Instagram and on May 13th she got one more. His sixteen-year-old sister Regina had insisted he get a smartphone and retire his old flip phone and that's what started all of it.

Sometimes that kid could get him involved in the craziest shit, but she was his baby sister and he adored her.

Regina had tried to put Mac on Facebook, but he wasn't having it, Instagram he allowed because he didn't have to use his real name and in two minutes he had a profile and access to people all over the world. Regina added a few people that she followed to get him started and one of them was Meghan.

The anonymity of the internet was a perfect hunting ground for a guy like him. His Instagram name was MacthePlower, which was a play on an old nickname given to him by a girl he used to fuck. She called him a Mac Truck and always asked to get plowed by her Mac Truck. It was fuckin stupid, but this was Instagram.

Meghan was 27, his age and she lived in Salt Lake City, which was close to Cainville and she was on Instagram constantly. There wasn't always a good signal where he lived and mostly, he was online at the bar because Walter had finally sucked it up and got Wi-Fi and a signal booster for the bar. That would bring in more tourists and Walter was all anout the dinero. So when he did get a chance to sign on there were always plenty of her selfies for him to see.

Her hair was red and he could tell it was natural, she had the slightest smattering of freckles on her face and she was not what he would call beautiful. But she was to him and from the minute he saw her he knew he had to have her.

"You're making me love you," He whispered to the image on his screen.

It was easy really, every bit of her life was online, Mac had never seen her in the flesh, yet he knew everything about her. He even knew where she was almost every minute of the day because she never turned off the location on her phone.

He knew she was allergic to shellfish and peanuts and that she was a vegetarian. He knew what brand of makeup she bought and what kind of tampons she preferred, it was all out there for the world to see.

She had a link in her bio to her YouTube channel and he could hear her voice that way, she had a channel with a bunch of followers too and sponsors.

She did makeup tutorials and generally just shot the shit with people on Youtube about all kinds of topics. She was smart, and he liked them smart.

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"Come on Reg, I ain't doing this shit..." Mac was thirty-two and way too old for this bullshit in his opinion, but she persisted. Finally, he had agreed and now he was almost addicted to it.

He stopped protesting when he saw all the pictures, hundreds of pictures; his own private spank bank in the palm of his hand, so to speak and he smiled then. Maybe this Instagram wasn't for losers, after all, it was a way to find pussy undoubtedly and he was sick of the same old same old around here anyway.

Some of the girls on there were way too young and he made a point not to be that guy, he was a stalker and a rapist, that was true, but not a pedophile.

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"You're making me love you," He whispered to the image on his screen and then he was whispering the same thing into the darkness of the night when he laid eyes on her for real.

His dick was already raging hard when Mac watched as she stepped off the curb across the street. She was taller than he thought, and her legs long and bare. He licked his lips as he imagined them wrapped around his neck.

His girl was looking to take a break, she had eluded to it on her feed and Mac intended to help her do just that.

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"You aren't Cindy Crawford we'll all be fine if you take a time out," Carolina said to her as they brushed their hair in the bathroom mirror. They were out on the town and documenting it every step of the way via Twitter and Instagram. It was all so easy for him.

"I don't want to lose any of my sponsors though…"

"Well," Carolina replied as she applied her lipstick expertly, "Then I don't know what to tell you…"

They had also tagged each other on Facebook, there was not one person in the free world who wouldn't know exactly where the two girls were every step of the night.

"Calvin wants to go to the Bahamas…"

"You know if I were you, I'd close my legs till that motherfucker shows up with a ring."

"I don't wanna marry him, he's fifteen years older than me," She laughed as they stepped out on the sidewalk and unbeknownst to them, they were already being watched, or Meghan was.

Mac stood in the shadows watching as they teetered down the sidewalk on way to high heels, but he did love that. Someday soon those suede blue frivolous Louboutin's were going to be wrapped around his neck before too long, whether she liked it or not. He'd make her keep the shoes on too, the shoes and nothing else.

Whether she liked it or not.

And she wouldn't have to worry about her older boyfriend either, he wouldn't be buying her anymore expensive fuck me pumps; Mac had plans for that guy too.

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The girls in his town were all cut from the same mold and Mac was always in the mood for a little strange. Unfortunately, tourists to Cainville were few and far between. He'd never opened a computer or been online much at all. But Reggie had been right, it was time to dive into the 20th century, time to get out there and see the world beyond the red canyon he had lived in all his life.

Location settings were a beautiful thing to a guy like him, it made this so much easier and Mac made good use of it. This girl, Meghan, dated a B list celebrity, he found out when she took a picture of herself in the guy's loft apartment in some ritzy Salt Lake address and accidentally turned on the location setting. That's what she said anyway when the comments started coming in from his fans that recognized the view she made sure was in the background of the selfie.

What a fucking show off she was, Mac had to respect that really, she was selling her brand, hard.

Mac brand was just hard, and she was going to find out all about it, in abundance. But this guy she was banging would be a problem, something that stood between him and his dream girl. Mac had some plans for him.

The guy, this actor was someone Mac had heard of, he'd done a few mediocre movies, nothing huge at memorable in Mac's opinion and a TV show that was not Mac's cup of tea. Lately, women swooned all over this guy as if he was the greatest thing since sliced bread but as far as Mac was concerned, he wasn't all that at all. He was fucking Mac's girl though and that meant he had to go.

He knew who the actor was, some nobody that she thought was going to make her famous. Mac didn't watch the show this guy was in, it was some horror bullshit. Devon said it was all explosions and shit and frankly Mac figured the guy was some pretty boy who just got lucky.

However, he did his due diligence and found out they had been dating just over a year and the dude was in no way looking like he was going to propose to her, at all. It seemed to Mac that she was just some girl to fuck to this guy. He didn't love her, and he was too old for her too in Mac's opinion.

"I'm in this for the long game." He said as he scrolled her feed, "Meghan McKay…Love isn't a strong enough word for how I feel about you."