Page 60 of Shameful Addictions

She paused, blinked slowly, giving her audience time to have their reaction. “That’s right. Cuntflaps. My name is, of course, Charlotte, but I think of myself as Cuntflaps now. It’s a very degrading name. And it’s mine. And I am me.”

“I think, after the past couple weeks, it’s time to tell all of you what really happened in my life to make such a big change in me. I’ve been hinting at a lot of things, but I haven’t been ready to tell the whole story until now.”

Charlotte rubbed her hands on her thighs and smiled softly. “I grew up in a very old-fashioned, religious household where any boy I was vaguely interested in had to meet my parents. My skirts couldn’t go above my knees and would preferably be down at my ankles. I was raised to believe in listening to the people older than me, supposedly wiser than me. When they spoke, I listened, and I never questioned them. So I grew up with my head full of absolute nonsense.”

“Girls, we can’t help the life we’re born into. But that’s not an excuse. I’m not my parents. I had plenty of chances in my life to take a look around and see how different the world is from the reality I was taught. I didn’t. And that’s why I grew up into a sex-hating, traditionalist woman with strict beliefs. I only took myself into account and ignored the rest of the world.”

Charlotte shook her head at herself. “And that’s just so wrong. I can’t even put into words how stupid I was. The day that I made that video that got me into so much trouble, I went to a strip club called Lollipop. I saw people living their best lives, thriving on sexual freedom but I mistakenly perceived it as wrong and immoral. Stupidly, I made a commotion about it which got me into trouble. But it also got me into the sight of the very man who owns Lollipop. Mamba.”

“Mamba has shown me the error of my ways. He’s shown me things, aspects of myself I never had a chance to learn before. It’s because of him that I have this hair color, these new breasts, thislustfor life that I do now. He’s given me the chance to transform from Charlotte into Cuntflaps. He’s not just given me new hope. Through me, he’s giving it to the rest of you.”

Charlotte paused for breath.

The door to the studio opened.

Mamba whirled to his feet, staring at the open door and the intruder with an incredulous scowl on his face.

Charlotte remained on the couch, unable to comprehend the interruption. The only thing on her mind was wondering if she would need to redo this whole video. It seemed like such a shame to waste such an earnest performance.

Mamba marched to the door, shoulders tensed, like a viper about to strike. “What are you doing in here?” he demanded, spitting venom in his rage.

The intruder, a handsome man in his early 40s, backed up and smacked against the wall. He choked out, “You told me to come at this time,” in a voice strangled with terror.

Mamba seethed. “Tomorrow.How can someone be so incompetent?”

Charlotte looked back and forth between the two men, wondering what was going on. The intruder held a camera, she realized. A photographer of some sort?

“I’m sorry,” the intruder sputtered. “I can come back later. I…”

Charlotte knew the exact moment the man spotted her. His voice died out in a comical squeak and his eyes practically bugged out of his head. A huge bulge formed at the front of his pants, an erection that came on so quick it was almost like a magic trick.

This wasn’t a new response. In the past few weeks, she had become more brazen about spending time outside. Men and women practically fell all over themselves for her at every turn. She had that sort of power over them.

An idea came to her on a whim, on a stray wind. Like a cat chasing a tumbling leaf, she pounced upon it.

Charlotte stood from her couch. “Mamba, sir.”

“What is it you want, Cuntflaps?” he growled, not looking away from the man he was about to rip into. “I’m busy.”

“He wants to have sex with me,” she said.

Mamba’s eyes flickered.

Charlotte pressed on. “I want to have sex with him.”

“What?” the man squeaked. He jerked his head back, looking incredulous, but the skepticism was merely a mask for his pounding lust. His cock was practically tugging him to her like a magnet.

Mamba repeated the man’s query in a lower, more dangerous tone of voice. “What?”

Charlotte approached, her heart fluttering in her breast. Angled cameras were capturing all of this, if Mamba decided to put it in the video. “This video is about how much I’ve changed and accepted who I am. What better way to prove it, to really show it, than to do what I want? And what I want is to have sex with this man.”

“Why?” Mamba backed off and gave her a glare, one eyebrow raised. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Because he has a big cock,” she said simply. “I want his cock.”

“Is this for real?” the man exclaimed.

“It is.” Charlotte smiled, very coquettish. “What do you say?”

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