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Mamba took up a seat on the other couch opposite her, far across the coffee table. “For your videos, you will be following an exact script from now on. I know that, before, you were allowed to research your own subjects. That didn’t work out well. From now on, you will be given a script, and you are to do exactly what is written on it. You will wear what you are told to wear and say exactly what you are told to say. I will not be so lenient with you as Damien was. Everything you do will be overseen by me. If it isn’t right, you will do it again, over and over until you meet my standards. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, sir,” she said. If that was the worst of it, then so be it. She could follow directions. It was better to be humiliated than go to jail.

“You will be filming your first video today, in my home studio.” His eyes flashed. “How well your video performs is up to you. If you want to make any money, you had best give it your all.”

A question crawled up the back of her throat, but she swallowed it down.

Mamba must have seen the look on her face, though. “Yes, you will get paid. You are getting your job back exactly as you left it. The arrangement is as it stands. Following the publication of your first video, the one you will film today, I will then erase your debt. Here is the script.”

He picked up a piece of paper that had been laying on the couch and pushed it over in her direction, across the smooth coffee table.

Charlotte picked it up, though didn’t yet look at it. Mamba wasn’t done speaking.

“You will film one video per day, every day. Later on, Cuntflaps, if you’re good, I might allow you to have a day off.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Through all of this, you will be expected to keep up your appearance. If I spot one brown root on your head, you will go to a hair salon immediately and return afterward to film the video. I don’t care how long it takes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good cunt. Now, take a look at your script.”

Charlotte flipped the paper over. The title at the very top read “How to Enjoy Degrading Sex.”

The urge to roll her eyes was so real. She closed her eyes and waited until she had herself under control.

He wanted her to go back on everything she had said, no doubt. This was only the beginning. He would want her to promote the slut lifestyle and vouch for his clubs, his programs, his betrayals to womanhood.

She had no choice.

Mamba slapped his hand down on the coffee table, making her jump. “You can’t read with your fucking eyes closed.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and lowered her eyes to the script.

“You had best start taking this seriously, Cuntflaps. There’s no more chances after this.”

Frightened, she got to reading.

Chapter sixteen

Try harder

Charlottefinishedreadingthroughwhat Mamba wanted her to say in his video. She had been so certain she couldn’t get any lower, but, as it turned out, she was wrong.

She set the script aside and leaned back on the couch, not caring for once that this position made her fake breasts push forward and really stand out.

“What do you think, Cuntflaps?”

What do I think?

She was dizzy, sickened by the reality of what she was going to be doing. Doing things privately for Mamba was one thing. Humiliating, degrading, but she had managed it. Making this video would be using her fame to broadcast horrible, humiliating things to her young and impressionable audience.

“Cuntflaps, you had better not be ignoring me.” Mamba’s voice took on a note of warning.

Sick to her stomach and still dizzy, Charlotte forced herself to sit up. “It’s very evocative, sir,” she murmured, which was the closest to a compliment she could give.

“It is. I know. I had it written by the very best in the business.” He bared his teeth in a smile. “The week after you tried to defy me. It would have been done sooner, but it took time to find the right person.”

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