Sat slumped in his chair, his bedroom weakly lit by his monitor, Nick suddenly sensed that he’d struck gold.
A routine search for some fresh material to get off to had yielded nothing but frustration. Almost an hour had passed which was filled with cul-de-sacs and disappointment. Anything promising had turned out to be a dead link or the video would take too long to buffer.
But that was about to change. Spectacularly, in his view.
Around six months prior, Nick was introduced to a new forum, WeakLeaks, where content from popular social media influencers would be uploaded. What he thought would be a boring repository where people reposted popular Instagram posts, with no nudity, couldn’t have been further from the truth.
In short, WeakLeaks was a goldmine of premium adult content featuring world famous influencers and the most popular models on OnlyFans. Softcore nudity, hardcore sex and everything in-between. Even celebrities wanted to board the gravy train, some even daring to posted nudes behind the apparent safety of the paywall. To obtain the content, the forum’s users didn’t hack a single account. Instead, the users would subscribe to their favourite models and simply share the content together on WeakLeaks.
Understandably, the adult industry was furious.
But on this night, Nick couldn’t care less. After logging in to WeakLeaks, an alert prompted him that new content had been added for six separate models that he had been tracking. When he clicked through to view the names, he was stunned to see a name that had eluded him for so long.
Emma Mendez.
Completely ignoring the other prompts, Nick sat up and felt a familiar rush. Over the previous six months, he’d managed to see all of his favourite models completely disrobed. Except, of course, for Emma. Each time he’d managed to finally track down nudes from his favourite models, the feeling of triumph and excitement was incredible. Addictive.
The servers hosting the WeakLeaks website were notoriously slow, so the few extra seconds it took to load the image thumbnail felt like an eternity. It was a single image. Nick hadn’t noticed that he was holding his breath in anticipation, but let out a soft gasp once the image preview confirmed it was real.
A notorious tease, Emma wasn’t like the rest of Nick’s favourites. She didn’t have four million Instagram followers, nor was she a household name that was often written about in the tabloids. Like Nick, she was Scottish although exactly where was unknown to him. She had barely over 100k Instagram followers and had made some appearances on late-night cable channels in the UK where she never went nude.
Emma had built a successful niche on OnlyFans as an adult performer who had incredibly tight control over her content. She’d hired a company to register an immediate DMCA copyright claim whenever anyone tried to share her content. Other fans of hers Nick had met online had spoken of Emma applying permanent bans to any users attempting to screenshot her content on OnlyFans, with no refunds.
Hurriedly clicking on the thumbnail to enlarge it, he was blown away. Standing with her back against a brick wall, long black PVC gloves stretching far past her elbows, dyed blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, black leather boots with the tops resting mere inches from her hips with only a sliver of thigh remaining visible. A small metallic zip dangled just an inch or two away from her groin. Emma’s right arm reached teasingly behind her head, her back arched, thrusting her mesmerizing bare enhanced 30DD breasts into full view. Biting down on her swollen bottom lip as her gloved left hand groped her breast with authority.
Meanwhile, the foot of the image contained the unmistakable OnlyFans watermark which struggled to extinguish the heat from the picture.
After a few seconds to drink in every little detail, Nick hurriedly saved the picture and added it to a dedicated folder. His heart racing, he felt that rush of triumph starting to course through his veins.
After months of contemplation, Nick could never pinpoint exactly why Emma always drove him crazy. She wasn’t high class or polished. If anything, she was common. She spoke with a strong Scottish accent, just as he did, but her voice had a faint huskiness which gave her an air of raw sex appeal when she spoke. Unlike the girls he’d meet locally in the pubs and clubs of Glasgow, she’d indulged in obvious cosmetic surgery procedures. Her breasts were incredibly prominent, seemingly firm and bolted on tight, which he absolutely adored. Her lips were also plumped-up, but in a more subtle manner giving her a signature bee-stung pout.
But her face was strikingly beautiful. She was easily the match of any successful international influencer on Instagram, but her body was simply custom-built for sin.
After months of fandom, he’d figured that it was perhaps the prospect that Emma was a normal girl from a working-class area in, or around, Glasgow. One who’d conceivably go to the same nightclubs as he did. The illusion, or delusion, that any guy in Glasgow could bump into her one night and get lucky. That she was, in some way, obtainable.
Mere moments after feasting his eyes on Emma’s wicked curves, Nick clumsily yanked his shorts and boxers down to release the strain on his cock. Already throbbing at its absolute peak, he took himself into his hand and started pulling at a furious pace. The smoothness of Emma’s tanned skin was captivating, with that sinful gloved hand squeezing her own breast so tightly. He could barely cobble together a coherent fantasy before he’d already brought himself to the brink.
In his haste, he pieced together the image of a gloved hand reaching down and placing his hand on her firm breast, before Emma dropped her head and brushed her lips against his.
Even Nick was surprised at how quickly, how furiously, he erupted at the very thought. A grunt escaped his throat as he had the strongest orgasm that he could remember. It was the perfect storm, finally getting his hands on Emma’s closely guarded content. Months of searching and finally he’d found his prize.
After a few minutes, he gathered his thoughts and cleaned himself up before the idea presented itself to him. Who else had seen this? Could he be the guy to show them?
Perhaps the worst habit Nick had picked-up since joining WeakLeaks was that he enjoyed sharing the sought-after content on Reddit. For the uninitiated, the largest porn subreddits would routinely be flooded with adult content from the most popular OnlyFans models. Only a small percentage of Reddit users had access to WeakLeaks and would receive thousands of “upvotes”, essentially Reddit’s form of a social media “like”, each time they uploaded a hot picture or video.
And for the last six months, Nick was one of them.
He’d started with the intention of seeing which models’ content would attract the most attention, simply out of curiosity. But over time, he’d be flooded with praise from other Reddit users who appreciated the content. His posts were regularly gilded and his Reddit profile had attracted over 25,000 followers. The moment he’d just enjoyed with Emma’s picture was something that he was enabling for thousands of people all across the world.
Despite gaining over a million total upvotes since he started, Nick didn’t want to stop. He loved the attention and it was a pleasant distraction to the various stresses of his studies. The worst-case scenario was that a model’s legal team would submit a DMCA copyright strike and a post would be removed. Avoid too many strikes and his Reddit account would remain active.
His only rule was that every post he made on Reddit would remain active for only 24 hours. After a famous Instagram model launched a high-profile legal case against those who shared her content, Nick didn’t want to take any additional chances. But Emma’s picture was absolutely incredible. He lasted all of five minutes before he crumbled and decided to share it on Reddit.
He glanced at the clock in the bottom right of the screen, it was 11:07pm on a Tuesday night. Nick had some classes the next morning and needed to get up early, so he decided to upload Emma’s picture and go straight to bed. The only question was which subreddit to choose?
One of the largest subreddits for NSFW content was “Goddesses”, but it insisted on the model’s name being used in the title. The trade-off was clear, Goddesses offered the maximum exposure which would harness the most upvotes, but the post would be indexed with Emma’s name. Still giddy from his orgasm minutes prior, he made a few clicks and Emma’s picture was the newest addition to Goddesses.
Already he let his mind wander and tried to predict what kind of response the post would get. Emma wasn’t a household name, but that wouldn’t stop the post from doing really well if it was scalding hot. One of his favourite outcomes would be people showering him with praise for “discovering” a model that hardly anyone knew about. Before long, he was in bed and fast asleep.
The next morning, Nick overslept and didn’t give himself enough time to get ready. After rushing around he left the flat and made a beeline to the train station to get to class. Sitting through an impenetrable two-hour seminar on Scottish law became a painful chore and as soon as it was over, Nick was on his way back home. When he caught the train and found himself a seat, he opened his Reddit app to check on his profile.
The first thing that reminded him of the night before was the explosion of notifications. Emma’s post was sitting #1 in the “hottest” category of Goddesses and already had over 4,000 upvotes and 100 comments. It had only been just over 12 hours and Emma’s post was on course to break Nick’s previous record. The comments were unanimous in their praise, most demanding to know who this girl was and asking for links to her social media. The few that were already familiar with Emma were incredulous, having also been waiting forever to finally see her naked.
It was a rush and it felt good.
When Nick got home, he started preparing a quick dinner and prepared to get settled for the evening. He was in a two-year relationship with Kirstie, who he’d met in his first year studying law at Glasgow University. Both were 22 years old and much was expected of them both when it came to their academic performance. As a result, they didn’t spend every waking moment together between classes and Kirstie working a part-time job as an administrator in a City Centre architecture firm. For the last year, they’d settled into a comfortable routine where Kirstie would stay at Nick’s small flat three nights per week.
And Kirstie was nothing like the models that Nick was following. A slim, petite brunette standing 5’2″, Kirstie was undeniably pretty but was far more wholesome. Her 30B chest was modest and while she was in great shape, it was Kirstie’s ass that attracted most to her. It didn’t take long for Nick to notice the effort Kirstie put into their intimate moments. Energetic and enthusiastic, Kirstie was no prude and they would occasionally watch porn clips together, but Nick still wanted to keep his habits private so he never discussed them with her.
Nick knew that Kirstie was working that evening, so he was going to cast an eye over some academic journals and start planning for a challenging piece of coursework.
Meanwhile, Emma was returning from an afternoon in the gym when she received a text from her friend, Emily, who also worked in the adult industry. The two were frequent collaborators and were savvier than their counterparts who were often slow to respond when their copyrights had been stolen. Emma was walking up her driveway when she glanced at her phone and saw a screenshot of Nick’s post. Naturally, she was livid.
Slamming her front door, she marched into her home office and booted-up her computer. It was only a screenshot on her phone, as opposed to a link, so she needed to understand how this could have happened. Emma and her DMCA team knew the NSFW area of Reddit like the back of their hands, but Goddesses was the largest NSFW subreddit and very easy to keep track of. Once she was online, Emma opened Reddit and went ballistic.
From a business point of view, Emma’s strategy was to tease as many fans into paying for an OnlyFans subscription, while preventing them from then sharing that content. She charged £10.99 per month and here were over 4,000 potential customers getting to enjoy her content for free. She’d suffered small leaks before, but hardly anyone had attempted to share her on Reddit before, let alone had one of her pictures go viral.
Immediately, her attention shifted towards whoever had made the post. The username was RKentfan55, which Emma clicked on and saw that the profile was one of the most upvoted that she’d seen. Curiously, no posts older than a day or so were still active but, clearly, there wasn’t anything there that could identify the account holder.
Opening a Google tab, Emma started searching for variations of the username and wasn’t having much joy. She knew the username was a reference to the Glasgow Rangers football team, who dominated local media coverage, so, after adjusting some of the search settings to be more targeted to the Glasgow area, she noticed a football forum where the same username had posted around a year prior. It was also dedicated to Glasgow Rangers, and the username included a link to his Instagram account.
Nick’s main Instagram account.
She opened his profile and took in the details. Nick stood 5’10” tall and looked to be in good shape. He had an athletic body but looked fairly young. His account informed that he was only 22, a full six years younger than Emma’s 28, and his profile picture showed Nick and Kirstie on a beach enjoying a sunshine break. Emma’s anger didn’t lift much, but she felt a pang of satisfaction at having seemingly uncovered who had stolen from her. After tapping her fingers on her desk, she acknowledged that they looked to be a nice couple. They looked good; she’d certainly worked with adult performers who weren’t as attractive. She liked Nick’s hairstyle, long dark hair on the top and swept back at the front, with the sides shaved really short. His blue eyes were particularly prominent, but, again, he was young. Staring at her screen for the next few minutes, Emma started formulating her response.
He simply had to pay the price. Lifting her phone, she left a message for her legal team.
A few hours later, after leafing through his journals, Nick wanted to relax for the rest of the evening and spent a few hours surfing aimlessly through YouTube. It was only when he heard a notification ping from his phone that he noticed something strange. He had a notification from Reddit’s legal team informing him of a DMCA takedown, but to access his account immediately to take further action.
Immediately, he opened his Reddit bookmark and his profile was locked. He could navigate through his profile and see his posts, but he couldn’t interact with them. The only section he could click on was the messages tab which contained a lengthy post from Reddit’s legal team. He was informed that a DMCA claim had been made for Emma’s post, but that the complainant wanted to pursue the matter in court for copyright theft. Resultantly, Nick would not be able to modify, or delete, Emma’s post as it was considered evidence of the complaint.
Reading those words was as if someone had struck him in the chest with a sledgehammer. His lips went bone dry and he struggled to take a breath. Not knowing what to do, he frantically tried to click the delete button on Emma’s post, but the link was greyed out. Inactive. Protected.
Before he knew it, he stood up and started pacing his bedroom floor. The realisation of his mistake was monumental. He knew from his legal studies that a successful copyright theft case could see him subject to paying damages. How could he have been so stupid?
Soon, the panic shifted towards shame and embarrassment. How was he going to be able to keep this quiet? Was there anything he could do? After taking a few deep breaths, Nick decided to bite the bullet and attempt an apology, but there was no open line of communication with Emma or her team. All he had was a fairly generic message from Reddit’s legal team. Desperately, he went to Emma’s Instagram profile and thought about messaging her there, but he didn’t want to use his personal or private account to do that. Defeated, Nick lay in bed but was wide awake. Hours of tortured thoughts resulted in him not falling asleep until well after 4:00 am.
The next morning, Nick stayed in bed and felt ill with stress. He didn’t attend either of his morning classes and picked up his phone. His Reddit app had a single new notification which contained a message from an unknown profile. Sitting up in bed, he opened the message and was alarmed to see him greeted by his name;
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Hello Nick,
By now you’ll have been informed of my shock and outrage at the theft of my copyrighted material being distributed, without my consent, on Reddit.
After some investigative work, my team and I discovered your identity, where you study, who you’re dating. We know where she studies and where she works too.
Imagine how surprised I was to learn that you’re a local boy. Interesting.
There’s a small run-down coffee shop facing the alley on Bath Lane. The one you’ve pictured yourself at on Instagram.
Go there at 8:00pm tonight, get a drink and sit outside at one of the tables. I’ll meet you there and we can discuss just how much fucking trouble that you’re in.
Go alone. Failure to show up means I’ll instruct my legal team to drop the fucking hammer on you. Rest assured; you’ll want to avoid that.
Emma.
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The mixture of emotions was overwhelming. His anonymity was seemingly blown to smithereens. How did she know? He created a dummy profile with a placeholder email address and a non-specific username. And now she wanted to meet him? But under these circumstances? Immediately, Nick started reaching, frantically, for ways to get out of this. He had hours before the proposed meeting, but couldn’t think of anything that could help him. The day seemed to pass in a blur. With an hour to go, he pulled his coat on and slowly walked towards the train station.
It was a drizzly, cold autumnal evening in Glasgow. The rain fell slowly, but the air was misty and it was a fairly wet evening. As for the coffee shop, it faced onto a back alley of one of Glasgow’s busiest shopping streets, but the alley itself was grimy and usually deserted even during good weather. The coffee shop was flanked by the metallic shutters for industrial access to nearby pubs and shops.
As he approached the entrance to the back alley, he saw the outside seating where the meeting was to take place. Each table had an overhead cover and there was no one sitting outside. He scanned the length of the alley and couldn’t see anyone, but the occasional clanging of barrels and shutters advised that there was at least some activity. Nick was convinced that he could hear his own heartbeat. Was he really about to meet this girl like this? He started practicing his apology in his head and he knew he’d be sincere.
With 10 minutes to spare, he went inside and bought a bottle of water and returned outside. The coffee shop had a small window facing out towards the alley, but there were only six small tables to choose from. He decided to sit at the furthest table from the coffee shop window, trying to remain as anonymous as possible.
Head bowed, too scared to look up in case he saw anyone coming, he muttered his apology under his breath. Time seemed to stand still for hours when he heard footsteps behind him. High heels click-clacking on the wet concrete. Then his heart skipped a beat.
“Nick, so nice of you to show up.”
Upon hearing his name, he turned to face her and the predicament became all the more real to him. But even the severity of the situation couldn’t distract him from how she looked. Her jeans were pale blue and skin tight with multiple rips at the knees and upper thighs. She’d worn a gorgeous slim-fit black leather jacket, left unzipped, with a figure-hugging, plain white t-shirt underneath. The rain hadn’t been heavy so far, but some moisture had settled on her chest and she was incredibly casual about not wearing a bra.
His head tilted back downwards for a moment when he noticed her suede Chelsea boots with a considerable length to the heel. Looking up, her hair was as it was in the contentious picture, tied up in the innocent ponytail. Just looking at her in her regular clothes was enough to make his cock pulse.
As she moved to sit, she never took her eyes off him. She’d long known the effect that she’d had on men, particularly when her outfit accentuated her figure. He didn’t deserve it, of course, she told herself. But watching him squirm, under the circumstances, made her feel better.
“Uhm, Emma? Listen…I’m really…really sorry…” Before he could get started, he couldn’t peel his eyes away from that tight little t-shirt. Almost immediately, he felt his face burn with the heat of being caught staring.
“Do you like them?” She asked while pulling her metallic chair a little closer to the table. The overhead table cover was barely sufficient with some small misty rain droplets still landing on top of them both. Leaning back in her chair, she let her jacket hang open, despite the rain, and playfully teased a fingertip across the tightness of her chest.
“After all, you uploaded me to Goddesses. When does the part come where you tell me it was just your awkward, misguided way of paying me a compliment?”
As she spoke, Nick sat there dumbfounded. Her confidence was unlike anything he’d encountered before. That thick Scottish accent and her husky, raspy voice. She looked like she was plucked straight from a magazine but she sounded like she could have been working on the counter of any of the shops that surrounded them.
“Yeah, about that. I didn’t understand, I thought that…”
Boldly, Emma asserted herself. “Oh, you didn’t understand? You thought that posting my private fucking content was perfectly fine?” Staring him right in the eye, Emma paused briefly. “You didn’t answer my question…”
After a further glance skyward, Emma grinned as she slipped her fitted leather jacket off and draped it across the back of her chair. Posturing up, her t-shirt was so tight it was scandalous. It only reached as far as her belly button, leaving more than a hint of her tight midriff on display.
Nick was out of his depth. He had no idea what she had planned and he felt the best course of action was to try and be as direct as possible. “If you’re talking about…your…” He mumbled, trying to keep his eyes pointed towards her face.
“My tits? Her expression feigned confusion at his lack of understanding, before a cheeky smirk took over. “Yes, Nick. To be abundantly clear…I asked you if you like these breasts…” The fingertip Emma had been tracing across her chest dropped to the table.
Unsure of the right response, he felt his lips become dry then took a sip of his water.
“Emma, look, yeah. I’m so sorry about everything but…I’ve been a fan of yours for a while and…yes, obviously. You look…incredible.”
She sat there taking him in. He was well dressed for a younger guy, but clearly nervous. She’d known about his law studies and figured he’d be a decent catch 10 years from now. Smart, decent income. Good looking. But for now, he was the prey.
“No, you’ll find what’s incredible is that you can post a private picture of my body to thousands of people. What’s incredible is that not one of them, or you, paid a single penny for the privilege.”
The accusation made him sit bolt upright in his chair. “Yeah, and I’m really sorry. I posted the picture, as you said, because…well, I wanted people to see you and for you to get the respect that the girls on Instagram do.”
Leaning forward, Emma snapped back. “You don’t get to promote me and you certainly don’t get to do it with my private content.” She barked at him, catching herself before taking a breath. “So, you know that my legal team has already been in touch with Reddit. We’ll keep your post as proof of the copyright theft. And you know, as a law student, that means you…are…completely…fucked.” Emma let the last few words almost trickle out of her mouth, before the smirk returned and stared right through him.
Nick sat there frozen, what sounded like a thinly veiled threat had him sitting on the edge of his seat as the drizzle kept spraying down atop them.
“I wonder what your girlfriend would think about all this? I mean, posting another girl’s naked body online…to strangers? Can’t say she’d be pleased.” Emma’s shirt remained unguarded against the slow onslaught of moisture in the air. Slowly but surely, the curvature of her breasts was starting to show through the wet fabric.
“She’s cute. Kirstie, is it? Pretty girl. Those pictures of you both at the beach were very nice. I mean…she doesn’t exactly fill out that bikini top…does she, Nick? Not like I do…” An almost wicked chuckle escaped Emma’s lips for a moment as she pressed both hands to her chest, playfully grabbing her breasts then letting her hands linger. “Maybe that’s why you think I’m a goddess?”
The instant she groped herself turned the pulsing in his crotch into a full-blown, straining erection. He’d expected her to come down on him like a ton of bricks, but this was completely perplexing. Hearing Kirstie’s name being brought up was incredibly uncomfortable and he had to find a way out of this conversation.
Nick shifted forward. “Look, what I said before. About being sorry, I really and truly am. I understand now, completely, that posting you was stupid and selfish.”
Emma sat there completely at ease. “You can stare at them, Nick. Don’t be shy…”
The only passer-by in the alley had hurried past their table while opening an umbrella against the strengthening rain. Staring directly at him, she bit down softly on her bottom lip and recreated the pose from the picture, this time while seated. There was no leather boots or PVC gloves this time as her right arm slipped behind her head, but it was no less erotic to Nick as her breasts were pushing the fabric of her t-shirt to breaking point.
Nick realised he was being played with and detected more than a hint of malice from her. But as soon as she goaded him to stare at her tits, he couldn’t stop himself. With her right arm behind her head, her left hand snaked down her chest before landing on her left breast and groped it as hard as she did in the picture. As soon as she did, her nipples hardened and became clearly visible through the shirt. She giggled as the fingers on her left hand teased her erect nipple through the fabric, which became damper every second they sat there in the rain. The giggling gave way to an exaggerated gasp as her left hand crawled across to her right breast and gave it the same attention. All the while, her back remained arched, right arm still behind her head. She was almost giddy with excitement.
“Nick, do you think, considering what I do for a living…that I would give a fuck about ripping this shirt to pieces…and letting anyone watching us see these perfect fucking titties?” Emma let the question hang before her hands slowly rested back on the table.
Nick couldn’t respond. Words had completely failed him. He was sure that her question was rhetorical, but they both knew the answer. His mouth opened, but nothing came.
Emma took a deep breath, her nipples standing to attention. “The reason I don’t…is because you didn’t pay to see them. And neither did anyone else here…” Straightening her back, she continued. “The tease is many things. It’s how I make my living. What it is not is permission to post my content wherever the fuck you want, Nick.”
Sat there as uncomfortable as he was, he understood the message that had been delivered. If seduction was a weapon, Emma would be an assassin. He wondered if this impromptu tease could be followed up with an acceptance of his apology and a parting of the ways, in part so he could save this little meeting in his memory forever.
Emma pulled her chair in a little closer and lowered her voice. Speaking just above a whisper. “It comes down to this, you have two options. Firstly…I instruct my legal team to pursue a case against you for copyright theft. Which I’ll win…and you’ll spend the next 20 years working to pay me the damages and cover my legal costs.”
Nick’s heart sank, he knew he had no leverage whatsoever. But hearing Emma articulate the process so confidently was soul destroying.
“And don’t think your promising legal career will be going anywhere. How do you think the Law Society will react to you posting a naked picture of a woman without her consent?” Emma’s smirk gave way to a domineering look of contempt. “So, you’ll be working a bunch of dead-end jobs just to pay me back…and I’ll get every single penny out of you.”
Emma reached down to her bag which she’d sat at her feet upon arrival. “And of course, lest we forget…I’ll have to reach out to Kirstie and explain this whole mess you’ve got yourself into…”
Nick had heard enough, he had to do something, anything, to get her to back off.
“No, just please. No. I know what I did was fucked up, I know that now. But please, you can’t tell Kirstie. You can’t tell the Law Society. I mean, how much would it take to just…make this go away?”
“That’s a great question, I can tell you exactly how much. When the post was taken down, it had 4,352 upvotes and 100 comments. My monthly subscription is $10.99…and it’s a three-month minimum term.” Emma’s left hand returned to playing with her nipples through her shirt.
“That means that showing the world these breasts…in all their glory…will cost you £150,000. Oh, plus punitive damages…plus my legal costs…”
While a judge may take a different view on how much would be owed, Nick knew there was more than a semblance of logic in her calculations. But how on earth would she expect him to have that kind of money?
Emma knew she had the upper hand but still took great delight in his obvious unease. “While you digest that figure…I know, for a fact, that you’ll consider the second option.”
For a moment, it seemed like he was about to be offered a way out. Nick sucked in a deep breath and clutched the edge of the table.
Emma ran a hand through her hair growing ever damper in the drizzling rain. “You know, when I discovered who you are, I had to admit that you’ve got such a great deal of potential. Smart, a great future ahead of you…what a shame it would be if you gave me a reason to take it all away from you…” Her bag was sat on her lap and she reached inside to retrieve a small stack of papers, not too thick, possibly a stack of 20 sheets.
“This…is an employment contract. An opportunity for you to repay your considerable debt, to me.” She looked Nick dead in the eye to gauge his reaction. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do…and any single fucking deviation from those instructions will result in my legal team bringing your whole life crashing down around you.”
Nick sat back and lifted his head to the skies. His cock remained rock hard and Emma was making no attempt to cover her nipples straining against her shirt. His only relief was that his crotch was sufficiently covered by the table. Emma had recognised his efforts to disguise his arousal and slipped her right foot free from her heeled Chelsea boot. Slowly she raised her foot until it made contact with his lower leg, then allowed it to rise until her toes glanced against his massive bulge. Instinctively, he attempted to pull back.
“No, no, no. You sit right there, Nick. Don’t move a muscle. Like I told you, you’ll do as your told.” The smirk had morphed into a wicked, beaming smile. Her foot was ever so slowly grinding into his crotch, but his erection was trapped between her gyrations and his upper thigh.
“I wonder how long it took you to get so excited.” While maintaining the rhythm on his groin, her fingertips openly pulled and tugged at her nipple through her shirt. “You know, I really can’t remember the last time I wore a bra when I wasn’t filming content.” Emma paused to allow a soft moan through her swollen lips. ”
You already know that I just adore my lingerie sets in my photoshoots. But everyday life? No…I think I look just fine going without.” She was pleasantly surprised at the size of his cock through his jeans. It was hard to get a true feel as she was using her foot, but she slowed her grinding as she sensed he was coming too quickly to the boil.
“As for the contract, go ahead and sign on the dotted line. Sign and date the last page. Do it now, or we go with option one.”
The instruction sent a shiver up his spine, but she had kept up her slow grinding assault on his hard dick. He was starting to feel light headed with the pressure of the situation. As Emma pushed the stack of papers across the table, with a ballpoint pen, Nick leafed to the final page and lifted the pen.
By now, the entire front of Emma’s shirt had been soaked to the skin and could make no fair attempt to conceal what was beneath. Both nipples stood hard, only obscured when Emma’s fingertips pinched and squeezed at them.
“When you saw my picture…how long did you last before you came? Feeling how hard you are right now…I’m guessing it didn’t take very much…”
Nick was in a daze; he’d never had anyone use their foot to play with his cock under a table before. This was no amateur though; Emma knew what she was doing. Every time his mind wandered to contemplate just exactly what kind of things she’d done as part of her private content, and the sight of her sitting across from him teasing him half to death with her barely covered breasts…all he could do was groan. Pen in hand, he reached down and found the dotted line. Hurriedly, he scribbled his name and added the date before pushing the contract back across the table.
The moment Nick signed, Emma withdrew her foot and slipped it back into its boot. Slowly she rose to her feet and walked around to his side of the table. She pulled the nearest empty chair towards her and sat next to Nick to his left.
“So, we’re going with option two. Congratulations, now…you belong to me.”
The smell of her perfume filled his nostrils as she gazed down at his swollen crotch. Leaning in closer until the firmness of her breasts pressed tightly against Nick’s upper arm, she allowed her swollen lips to whisper into his ear.
“I want you to imagine…just how Kirstie would react…if she knew how hard you are for me right now.” Emma paused to let her lips brush lightly against his earlobe. Her breasts pulling back slowly from his arm before teasingly pressing them back in more firmly.
“And despite you stealing from me, I wonder what she’d say…if she knew just how dripping wet my pussy is…after watching you sign that contract.”
Nick tried to clear his head but Emma’s lips returned, this time barely touching his cheek. Sensing his need to stiffen his resolve, Nick gripped the table with both hands and vowed to himself that he would never cheat. As the rain started to pour heavier, the alley remained deserted with only the paltry overhead cover offering insufficient protection from the rain.
Emma slipped her hand under his chin and turned his head to face her and held it there. Nick was up close and personal with his blackmailer, staring into her eyes as she tilted his head downwards to stare directly at her chest. Her breasts felt incredible pressed against his arm as more rain fell down upon them.
“There isn’t a man alive that could control themselves at the sight of these tits…this little cock-tease shirt soaked to the skin…my nipples hard as fuck and on display…desperate to be groped, licked…sucked…fucked…”
His cock felt like it was going to tear through the tight denim of his jeans. Nick couldn’t get the images out of his mind, but every time he opened his eyes, he was staring at Emma’s bolted on tits just inches from his face.
After a final glance around, Emma giggled seductively as she struggled to pull her phone out of her soaked jeans pocket. After playing with the settings outside of Nick’s view, she set the phone on its side atop the table to the side of them, affording it an unobstructed view.
Emma’s plump lips returned to his ear. “Our time’s almost up for today, but to celebrate your contract signing…we’re going to make our first piece of content together…”
Nick had never cheated on Kirstie at any stage and he kept telling himself there was a way out of this. Every single part of his body craved Emma’s touch, despite being in the middle of a deserted alley, but he knew his mind and resolve were stronger. To rationalise the scenario, he told himself that she was punishing him by teasing him so hard, but that nothing further would happen. He wouldn’t allow it.
“What do you mean, we’re outside…anyone could walk past, you know? We can’t…you can’t…we can’t…I love my girlfriend, please. I’ve never cheated, it would crush her.”
Emma’s eyes seemed to light-up as soon as Nick mentioned his girlfriend. Slowly, she sat up from her seat next to him and slowly, deliberately tossed her left leg across his closed legs and positioned herself directly straddling his lap. For all her teasing, the sensation of Nick’s straining bulge pressing against her own jean-clad groin was enough to make her close her eyes and moan.
Nick couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. It was like a scenario ripped straight out of his dreams, feeling Emma tease him by grinding softly into his lap while the thin layer of her drenched white t-shirt was all that kept those massive 30DD breasts from his face. Emma draped both her arms around his neck and brought her face to his, the tips of their noses were touching as Emma kept grinding his lap at a maddeningly slow pace. Her breasts now pressing tightly against his chest.
“The phone is recording our current situation.” Just saying it aloud was enough to make Emma close her eyes and gasp as her throbbing clit found the best spot to grind on Nicks hard cock. “I’ve always loved cameras; nothing gets me wetter than knowing I’m being recorded. I can barely…fucking control myself.”
Emma’s words felt like they were whispered directly into his soul, it felt corrupting but his dick had simply never been harder. He knew he had just been blackmailed and that this woman held the power to destroy his life, but that was only pouring petrol on the flames. And Nick couldn’t understand why he was so turned on by this. He looked past Emma’s shoulder as she grinded away on his lap and he could see a lone figure in the distance walking down the alley towards them.
Emma nodded towards the phone recording them both and offered an explanation. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, her own arousal had built further than she’d intended.
“Yes, our very first piece of content together. We’re going to play a little game.”
Instinctively, Nick shot both hands onto Emma’s hips although he had no plan once they got there. He made a muddled attempt to try to lift her off his lap, but Emma simply dropped her hips and her clit was back grinding on his stiff cock at a slightly faster pace.
“Is that a little resistance? Oh please, Nick…you have no idea just how much I love you putting up a fight.”
Not knowing what else to do with his hands, he gripped Emma’s hips with power and fought the urge to grind his cock back against her.
“Our game today is a simple one. A test of our new contractual arrangement. When I tell you to, you’re going to kiss me…and not a little peck on the lips…”
Emma’s arms were still draped around his neck, their lips were already so close. Emma slowed her grind as she was convinced that he couldn’t handle much more of it, and she didn’t want to climax herself before she got what she came for.
“We’re going to have a long, slow, sensual kiss…you’re going to kiss me like you need to fuck me…” Emma paused to gather herself. “The kiss will last for one minute…every last one of those sixty seconds. And…if you break the kiss, for any reason, the timer resets and doubles in length. So, if you fuck this up, it’ll be two minutes…”
Nick’s gaze was grabbed by Emma’s lips like a tractor beam. Plump, swollen…they looked irresistible. But there was no way that he could go through with this, it was time to make his move and get out of there. He shifted his weight and tried to slide out from under Emma to the left-hand side, but she placed both hands on his chest and pressed his back against the chair.
“And of course, if you refuse to play my game, then I instruct the lawyers…”
Nick’s upper body tensed out of sheer frustration before relaxing back into the chair. She was crazy, he was about to be recorded cheating on the love of his life with a blackmailer.
“Emma please…this is my whole life…”
Emma lifted a finger to his lips and teasingly beckoned him to be quiet.
“And you came into my professional life and stole my private content…never forget that’s why you’re here with me in this rain…my lips moments away from crashing against yours…and not at home with Kirstie…” She tilted his head so that their eyes met.
“Now, let’s see if we can get this content recorded on the first take, shall we? All the while the camera had been recording, so Emma didn’t have to get up to operate the smartphone. Her arms slipped back around his neck as she shifted her hips and resumed grinding on his lap. Nick closed his eyes and desperately attempted to contrive an effective way to stop this.
Whispering wickedly, Emma snapped him back to attention. “Scene starts in 3…2…1…”
After all the agonising teasing, Emma leant in and pressed her lips softly against his. The sensation was enough to make Nick clutch both of Emma’s hips, terrified his hands would wander elsewhere. Emma’s lips pressed softly then opened as the tip of her tongue slipped against his lips. Nick fought the intrusion but Emma ground hard against his dick eliciting a soft gasp from him. Emma’s tongue was soon softly swirling against his, before withdrawing and her lips were seductively pushed against his once more.
Nick had no idea how much time had elapsed; was it minutes or seconds? His hands were practically glued to her hips, but the kiss was everything that parts of him dreaded it would be. She’d flaunted her body at him for the duration of their meeting and now she had him right where she wanted him.
He could barely think of anything past the kiss, he was completely lost in the moment. After 30 seconds had elapsed, Emma slowed the kiss to a crawl, letting her tongue slowly massage Nick’s before taking his bottom lip between hers and playfully letting it smack free before resuming the act with her bee-stung enhanced lips.
After a few more seconds, Emma slowly reached around to the hands on her hips and lifted them free. With her tongue swirling in his mouth, she took great care to slowly bring his hands around to her chest and placed them hard against her firm breasts.
Immediately, Nick jolted free from the kiss after realising where she’d placed his hands. The moment his hands made contact with her chest, Emma let out a moan and tossed her head back and started to grind in his lap at a much faster pace. As the camera continued to record, the rain had become torrential around them. Only the middle of the table where the smartphone rested was safe from the downpour, but both of them were being sopping wet.
“48 seconds…you failed, Nick.” Emma taunted as she kept grinding in his lap. Nick pulled his hands free and tried to shake the spell this seductress had woven in his mind.
“What do you mean, you…you made me grab your…”
Looking down as she kept grinding, Emma’s wicked smile returned. “No, you know the rules. Break the kiss for any reason…the timer doubles. Speaking of which…3…2…1…”
Immediately as the number one left her lips, they crashed once again against Nick’s. This time the kiss was hungrier, harder. Emma took her tongue and ran it across the length of his lips before grabbing his hands and placing them back against her breasts. Before he could react with a clear head, his palms groped the fullness of each breast. Her erect nipples dug into his palms as his fingers closed around her curves.
All those months of fantasising about how they felt and the reality was too much to absorb. They were firm, but not as stiff as they looked when surrounded by her tight shirt. Emma’s hands shot up and held Nick’s hands in place, pressing them harder against her as she lifted her hips and dropped back down onto Nick’s hard lap. The tip of his tongue was being teased by hers before she took it between her lips and offered a long, slow, deliberate suck of his tongue.
The knowledge they were being recorded did its best to bring Nick to his senses, but he felt trapped. He was trapped.
As the seconds creeped by, the kiss was beyond anything he could have expected. There was nothing wholesome or innocent about it. Whenever he expected her lips to press against his, her tongue would sweep forward, past his lips and into his mouth. After concentrating so hard, he managed to stop groping her incredible chest for a moment, but Emma simply closed her hands atop his and induced him to resume. Her grinding had quickened, focusing her need against his hard dick. As she did, she relished the opportunity to softly moan with her lips smacking against his.
With seconds to go, Nick postured up and sat forward in the chair, Emma still surgically attached to his lap, her tongue still rolling, mischievously, against his. The small of Emma’s back pressed back against the edge of the table, triggering her to remove her hands from her chest and she pushed him back against the back of the chair. She was almost panting at this point before withdrawing her tongue from his and spent the last few seconds slowly pinching his bottom lip between hers. After an almost imperceptible amount of time, Nick felt her withdraw as a noticeable strain of saliva was stretched backwards as her head pulled away, eventually snapping.
He opened his eyes before hurriedly pulling his hands away from her chest and dropped them back to her hips. Emma slowed her grind to a stop but remained straddling his lap in the rain. As they stared into each other’s eyes, the downpour started to soften as the dark skies above them relented. Her hand slipped under his chin and playfully stroked the area with her fingertips.
Her husky whisper resumed. “You know, thinking about Kirstie, knowing she’s got no idea what we’ve just done…I’ve had dates that haven’t gotten me as turned on as this.”
Emma’s fingers lifted to trace the redness of his cheek, before a fingertip traced the length of his lips where she’d just forced him to cooperate.
“I wonder…if you kiss her like that? Shifting her hips to slowly drag her groin across his still rock-hard cock. “I’ve really done a number on you, haven’t I?”
Emma swivelled and stood from his lap, pulling the base of her shirt down and smoothing it out. As the rain eased around them, Emma’s shirt could have created a puddle if she’d rung it dry. She returned to her side of the table and retrieved her leather jacket and slipped it on. Lifting her bag, she returned to her smartphone and evaluated it. Nodding approvingly, she stopped the recording and saved it. After taking a few seconds to check the quality of the recording, her wicked smile returned and she seemed heartened.
“Well done, you’re a content creator now. Your very first act towards repaying all…that…debt…”
Nick watched on helplessly as Emma stuffed the phone back into her front jeans pocket. The denim of her jeans was soaked and clinging to her long, toned legs. Everything was about to get out of control. Not only did she have him caught in her apparent trap, she had literally just pocketed evidence of him being forced to cheat on the love of his life. At the same time, he could barely breathe he was so desperate to cum. He’d never been teased as hard by anyone in his life.
“Emma please, you can’t show that to anyone. Please, surely there’s something I can do to make you delete that video.” Nick’s hands swept the damp hair out of his eyes, before a fruitless attempt to iron some of the dampness from his clothes with his hands.
“Delete the video? Just like you deleted my post? No…you left that visible for thousands of strangers to shoot their ropes to my naked body.” Emma pulled her phone out once more and punched away with her fingertips. “Give me your phone.”
Nick sat still for a moment before his hand slipped into his pocket and freed the phone. Slowly, he handed the phone to her and watched as she snatched it away from his grasp. She swiped to open the menu and smirked as she input her phone number and saved the contact. Returning to her own phone, she forwarded a block of text as a message and felt the vibration of his handset as confirmation of its arrival.
“And just like that…we’re connected.” Barely concealing the victory she’d just won. “There’s an address I’ve sent you, that’s where I live. I’m based about 5 miles outside the City Centre. This Saturday night, you’ll be there at 9:00 pm.”
After everything they’d done tonight in the middle of the street, Nick had faintly hoped that there would be no further contact between the two. But Emma’s instruction smashed those hopes to pieces. Nick sat there, slack-jawed, his cock only starting to calm after the onslaught of the last few minutes.
He protested. “I’ve got…no. I can’t, I’ve got plans, I’m expected to be at…”
Emma interjected. “Please, Nick. Spare me. Were you hoping for some quality time with your girl? No, your days of making plans without a care in the world are over.” She closed the distance between the two and whispered. “Just in case this little encounter has left you struggling to think, let me be clear. You’ll come to my house at the time I’ve just told you. And if you’re even a minute late, I will tear that perfect life of yours…to shreds.”
Reaching down, she playfully teased her fingers across his now softening bulge and chuckled softly.
“You’ll see her…when I allow you to see her.” She let her words resonate before continuing. “And if you piss me off, I’ll arrange a private screening for Kirstie to watch just what we got up to tonight…”
With that, Emma stood straight before turning and walking away. Her business done, she left him to ponder her threat. Nick watched her leave, the clicking of the heels of her boots on the wet concrete was the only sound in the alley. Emma’s clothes were drenched and the denim of her jeans clung to her thighs. The small, strategic rips in her jeans showcased the moist, glistening skin that went unprotected in the downpour. The cheeks of her ass swayed as she reached the end of the alley and turned right towards the car park, before disappearing out of sight.
Once Nick left the scene, he caught the train home and stood in his bathroom. Taking in his reflection in the mirror, he renewed his determination to find a solution to this devilish predicament. But he couldn’t think straight. Before he could do anything, he needed to clear his head. Standing there in his small bathroom, he pulled his jeans and boxers down around his ankles and took his cock into his hand. Every little sensation from Emma’s touch was seared into his mind. He’d barely started pulling before he was throbbing with need.
He couldn’t focus on a specific moment, but after straining his focus, he remembered how she grabbed his hands and slammed them against her tits while her tongue was lashing against his. He couldn’t control the roar as he erupted and sprayed his cum all over the bathroom floor, then exasperated, he dropped to his knees to gather himself.
Saturday night was two days away. He needed to solve this before it got further out of control.