Page 53 of Shameful Addictions

“You may have seen me if she watches videos.”

Something cleared in the other woman’s gaze. “Oh, are you famous on there?”

“Try infamous.”

The woman gave a little puzzled laugh, the kind people do when they aren’t certain if they’ve heard the joke correctly.

Charlotte left the woman and went outside to climb in her car. She knew the woman would now try to figure out who she was. Charlotte hoped she found an answer, because she, herself, wasn’t quite sure anymore.

Not knowing didn’t bother her in the way it used to.

On a whim, Charlotte undressed right there in the parking lot, where anyone looking out their window or walking down the street could glimpse her. At any second, someone could come by to get their own car and witness her. Rather than rush through her task, she slowed down, tempting fate. Her heart pounded with the excitement of it and her pussy was wet.

She didn’t need to finger herself on the ride over to Mamba’s mansion to stay wet for him, with the naughtiness of what she had done still lingering in her mind. She did so anyway because she felt like it, playing with her clit and idly twirling one finger around inside herself.

Mamba was ready at the front door for her, opening it before she even got to him. He looked up and down her body, from her fresh-painted red toenails to her big tits. He held the door open for her and she ducked inside under his arm, passing through a wall of cologne.

Mamba shut the door. “You must be wondering why I asked you to come early.”

“Yes,” she said. She stood before him with her head bowed, her posture submissive for him.

“Are you afraid?”

“I was.”

“And now?”

She hesitated. “Now I think there’s no reason for me to be afraid because you’ll do whatever you want, when you want. I have accepted that.”

He gave a venomous chuckle, a dark and sickly-sweet laugh that stirred arousal inside her. “Very good. You’ve come a very long way. I couldn’t be more pleased with your progress.”

She was so relieved she couldn’t help but shout out in joy. “Really? Oh, I’m so glad. Thank you so much!”

Mamba ignored her outburst. “I have a surprise for you, Cuntflaps. Come with me to the studio.”

She followed, wondering all the while what sort of surprise was in store for her. She practically jumped into the studio and looked around, searching for something out of place. To her disappointment, everything looked about as normal as could be. Mamba didn’t even have a script set out for her, or toys he wanted her to play with. She had been almost hoping he would get some actual sex toys for her to try. Better dildos than her current one, and vibrators.

Mamba stepped around her and went over to the recording equipment. Not knowing what else to do, Charlotte followed along.

Mamba reached a desk and computer, but rather than sit, he pulled out the chair and motioned Charlotte to it. “Sit,” he commanded.

Charlotte sat.

“Turn it on.”

“Where should I rub it?”

He grabbed her hair and swatted her face with it. “Don’t get smart,” he growled. She thought she could detect a hint of a smile in his voice, though.

Charlotte grabbed the computer mouse and gave it a little jiggle. The screen turned on.

The video site was loaded. She was on a channel’s main page, where users could navigate to different tabs. The channel looked very, very familiar, not in the least because of the feminine banner running across the top.

The videos were hers.

She was looking at her channel.

Charlotte looked up at Mamba.

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