CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
“Okay,” Liz said, and then hesitated. Blushed.
Sighed. Rolled her eyes. “This is hard to talk about but whatever. And I’m cool with everyone being here and this being filmed.
Honestly, I want it to be filmed, because I want to see what it’s like from an external point of view.
But basically...I want what I said earlier: to be blackmailed.
Or, well, actually, closer to...pressured? ”
“It kinda sounds like you’ve got something specific in mind.”
“She does,” Krystal murmured.
Liz sighed. “Yes! Fine! I do. Like all of you, I read fucked up erotica and watch fucked up porn, too. Something that stuck with me was, you know, being pressured to have sex to get a job.” She groaned loudly. “It feels so shitty to say this out loud.”
“Fantasies are fantasies,” Gabe replied.
“Yeah, but it feels so weird to be on the submissive side sometimes. Like of course people get off on having power over others and abusing that power, humans like power. But why would anyone get off on being taken advantage of?”
“I’ve asked myself similar things since I’ve begun engaging with it with all of you and keep looking stuff up and it seems like there’s no one answer but a million different answers,” Gabe replied.
“But the thing I keep coming back to is this: no one gets to choose what turns them on, you just get to choose whether or not you engage with it. And if you can do so safely, you should. And you can.”
Liz pursed her lips for a moment, then nodded.
“Yeah, you’re right. Okay, so, here’s the thing,” she turned and looked at the others, “all of you can’t say anything.
Like I actually am being serious about this, you have to be quiet.
I’ve gotta be immersed in this or it will just feel too fucking cringe.
So once we actually just, you know, unless it’s an emergency, silence! No whispering! I have great hearing.”
“She does,” Krystal murmured.
“We will be quiet, Liz,” Ellen promised.
“What’s your safeword again?” Gabe asked.
“Battery.”
“Perfect. Now, how it works is: once we begin, I’m not going to break character unless you use the safeword, or it becomes very obvious something is going wrong.”
“Okay. Um, how good are you at acting with this stuff? I know we talked about it at some point, but my brain is a little scattered right now-oh shit,” she looked at Krystal, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s fine, babe,” Krystal replied with a loving smile. “Keep focused.”
“Right. So, um, do we have like...I mean do we figure out a plan or what?”
“Do you have an idea for the base of the roleplay?” he asked.
“Yes. I’ve agreed to do a skimpy photoshoot in agreement for you to give me a job in modeling, and, well,” she looked down at herself, “I guess I could have been talked into getting naked already.”
“That works great. Do you have more specifics in mind?”
“Yes. I want to be cuffed with my hands behind my back and pressured into giving head, and then after I want to be tied spread eagle to the bed and fucked,” she replied, blushing terribly now.
“Are we talking like full-on I’m making you or…”
“Still pressuring,” she replied. “I want to do something a bit more...intense, but later. Apart from this.”
“All right. Well, we can talk about a more specific plan if you want, or I can guide you through it in the moment. Sort of improv.”
“That seems more appropriate, since I’m being submissive in this...yeah, let’s do it that way. Although I’m kind of nervous that I’ll fuck it up.”
“Don’t be. That kind of works with it, right? With your character? You’re nervous and anxious and paranoid. It’ll be very natural. Now, one last question.” She nodded. “How exactly do you want me to be? Do you want me to be loud? Angry? Quiet but firm? Arrogant?”
“Angry,” she said almost immediately. “Yell at me. Not like crazy or all the time, but lose your patience with me.”
“Is anything off the table? Like calling you anything?”
“No. Or, well, if there is, I can’t think of anything, but I don’t think there’s anything you can say that will actually upset me.”
“Okay. Last thing, you want the load in you or on you?”
“In me. Absolutely in my pussy.”
“Well, all right then.” Gabe looked at the others, who were seated on or around the loveseat they’d brought with them from Liz’s and Krystal’s old place.
Except for Holly, who was behind the camera.
They were all watching expectantly. God, they were all wearing their medallions.
Liz had taken hers off while they’d been talking.
“You’re all settled? No need for getting up and doing anything? ”
“We’re good, babe,” Ellen replied. “Do your thing.”
“All right. Remember, not a word. Actually, if you have phones, silence them.”
Krystal was the only one who had hers and she silenced it.
“Perfect.” He turned back to Liz. “Stand here at the foot of the bed and wait for me. I’m going to go into the bathroom and then wait for about half a minute. Get into character. Once I speak for the first time after going into the bathroom, we’re locked into the scene. Got it?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “Gabe?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for doing this for me.”
He smiled back at her. “You’re welcome, and seriously, thank you for the same thing.”
She laughed and blushed worse, then cleared her throat and shifted in a place a little. “I’m ready.”
He nodded and headed into the bathroom. Flipped on the light and closed the door.
Sat on the closed toilet lid and waited, thinking about this.
His heart was thundering in his chest and he had a steel hard-on.
This was admittedly something he’d wanted to do with one of them ever since they’d first started talking about the potential for roleplay.
For a moment he wondered if he could do this, but even as he thought it, the notion seemed oddly hollow. Almost manufactured. Manufactured by what? His own brain? Why? Maybe it was a lifetime of anxiety, and that his anxious thoughts had become what he thought he should think.
But he didn’t have to, mostly because he knew he could do this. While he’d done some roleplay before now, that session with Stacy felt like an acid test. The real deal. And he’d apparently passed with flying colors, but even more than that, it had been easy.
It had felt natural.
This was feeling natural, too.
Gabe realized about half a minute had passed and quickly organized his thoughts. He let a bit more time go, because it made sense to, and then he stood up and moved to the door.
“Well?” he called, sounding irritable.
“What?” Liz called back tentatively.
“Are you done getting undressed?!”
“Oh! Yes! Sorry!”
He sighed noisily and opened the door, finding her standing where he’d left her. She was covering her vagina and her breasts awkwardly.
“I don’t even understand why I had to go into the bathroom for you to get undressed, I’m going to be shooting you naked anyway,” he said as he came out, doing a poor of job of trying to put a lid on his annoyance.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “I just get weird. Um. What should I do?”
“Hold still.” He pulled out his phone and came to stand before her, aimed it at her. Paused. Sighed heavily. “Well?”
“What?”
“Move your fucking arms!”
“Sorry!”
She hesitantly lowered her arms, revealing her full glorious nudity. He took a few pictures of her. “Turn around.”
She did, slowly, uncertainly. He took a picture of her big ass and then got up closer to her.
“Here,” he said, uncomfortably close now. He took her hand and put it on her hip, let his own hand linger a bit, then slipped it down over her bare ass for a moment. She shuddered and shifted a little away from him. “Don’t move!”
“I’m sorry, you just...you touched me,” she replied.
“There’s going to be touching in this, Liz. Just don’t be difficult. I don’t have time for difficult models, do you understand?”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” she replied quickly.
He put her other hand up in the air and had her cock her hips and look back at him over her shoulder. “Hold that.” He took another few pictures of her. “All right, now bend over and look at me between your legs.”
“Um...that’s very, um, revealing, isn’t it?”
“You’re naked, Liz. What did I just say about being difficult?”
“Sorry,” she said quickly and did as he asked.
He snapped a few more pictures of her, then walked over to the dresser and found the handcuffs. He walked back. “Okay, straighten up.”
“What are you doing with those?” she asked quietly.
“Stay turned around. I’m putting you on them for the next picture.”
“I...I don’t know. Do I have to?” she asked.
“All right, you know what? Nevermind. Get your clothes and you can go.”
“Wait!”
“No, you obviously aren’t serious about this. You know I’ve got a dozen girls prettier than you and a hell of a lot more ready to do whatever it takes to get this job already lined up.”
“Wait! I’ll put them on! I’m sorry!”
He gave her a measured, frustrated stare. She stood there anxiously, worry on her face, flushing badly.
“Turn around,” he said finally.
She turned around and presented her hands. He cuffed them, then remained where he was. He settled his hands on her bare hips.
“A-aren’t you going to take the picture?” she whispered.
“This is the make or break point, Elizabeth,” he murmured in her ear. “This industry is very harsh. You have to prove you’re willing to do whatever it takes. Are you?”
He slipped his hands up from her hips and cupped her big, bare breasts. She was breathing more heavily now and she shuddered.
“I…”
“Answer me. I meant it. I chose you because I saw something special in you. I think you can really go far. But you need a foot in the door. And this is the foot in the door. If it’s not me, it’s going to be someone else. So, are you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Prove it.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get down on your knees.”