“Be sure to dress provocatively. You want boys to be able to see as much of you as possible. Don’t be shy about pushing your breasts in his face or rubbing your pussy on his leg. Boys love it when they feel like they’re irresistible.”
Charlotte ran her hand over her own thigh, passing her fingers in front of her wet and swollen pussy, as she talked about how the girls watching could push their pussies on the boys they liked. She wondered, briefly, what Mamba would do if she did that to him.
“Something else you can do is demean and sexualize other girls. Girl-on-girl action, like kissing and fingering, really turns boys on and shows them how horny you are. Plus, you can show other girls how to enjoy degrading sex, too.”
“Isn’t it so simple, how to be popular with boys? All you have to do is show them how hot and ready you are to fuck them whenever and however they like. Don’t worry about finding your confidence or getting good grades or having money. Boys don’t care about that. What they want is a hot girl, so go out there and demean yourself!”
It’s so true, isn’t it? Why did I ever think anything else? This is all men want.
Charlotte pushed some of her hair back out of her face and gave another smile to the camera. “I won’t pretend like there’s a secret to being popular. I already told you how! So that’s all for this video. I’ll see you again tomorrow with some morehotcontent.”
Mamba gave a slow clap again. “People will be watching this video multiple times just to see you, Cuntflaps. Next time, actually touch your pussy. No one will listen to you if you don’t also do what you’re telling them about.”
Charlotte remained seated. “Did I do good enough for today?”
“Yes. You did.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“Don’t get comfortable,” he warned. “Now is no time to be slacking off. We’ve only just begun.”
She got up, since he had said she’d done enough. “May I please wash off in your bathroom?”
“No,” he said firmly, eyes flashing. “Whenever you are in my presence, you will be naked, wet, and covered in whatever I want you to be covered in.”
Maybe that was just as well, since it got her out of his house sooner.
She drove, naked, her pussy still leaking juices from between her big lips, to a quiet part of the road, when she was certain she would be out of Mamba’s sight. She dressed then, fumbling through the task of putting her clothes on while still in the car. That proved so difficult she figured she should just stick to stepping outside to dress and undress.
There was something thrilling about the open air on her naked body, anyway.
She didn’t question it.
Chapter nineteen
Flood
Thenextday,Charlotteshowed up to Mamba’s studio exactly as she had for the past couple, and he let her in with a growl of approval. He led her all the way up to his studio and let her inside.
She noticed right away that something had changed since her prior visit. Mamba had laid out props on the couch, an assortment of strange household objects that didn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to them. Charlotte made note of a cucumber, a tool, a spray deodorant canister, a toothbrush, and a stuffed toy, in addition to several others.
She turned to look at him with her head tilted to express her confusion. “What’s all this, sir?”
“This,” he said, “is all for your video today.”
“What am I going to be doing?”
“Are you such a dumb bitch that you can’t figure that out?”
Charlotte swallowed hard. She’d known all along what the objects were for, though she had hoped she would be proven wrong. But what else could all those things be used for? What other purposes could such things hold, knowing Mamba as she did now?
“You want me to… pleasure myself with those.”
“No.” Mamba picked up the cucumber and held it out to her. “I want you tofuckyourself on them.”
She didn’t dare argue with him that that was what she had said.
He must have seen her disagreement anyway and shook his head with a scowl. “Sluts don’t say things like “pleasure myself.” Sluts sayfuck.Sluts say it like it is.”