"Beep" goes your mobile phone, indicating you've got a new text.
You open the message, and almost drop the phone, as you see a picture of yourself, obviously taken at last night's party.
You look a little wild, dancing away, your top riding a little high, revealing your pierced belly button, but that's not what's got your attention.
The photo has been photoshopped, you know that, as you know exactly what you wore, but this photo, well if your parents ever saw it, they'd be so shocked.
You're in mid talk, your tongue is just visible, and you can see that whoever sent the picture has added a nice barbell to your tongue, and that's not all, your hair is swept back by the movement of your head, revealing a lock, a small padlock hanging from your left ear.
Naturally, you swirl your tongue in your mouth and fuck, Yes, there is something metal embedded and suddenly your tongue begins to throb.
Quickly to make sure, you run your fingers along your ear, and are shocked to find that the earrings you wore last night have gone, and have been replaced!
On your left ear, you feel the heaviness of a small lock, one that can be used to connect the ends of a zipper on a suitcase. Frantically, you tug on the lock, but it will not open. Quickly you reach to the other ear, and instead of the pearl studs that you recall, something is dangling from a chain.
You throw back the covers, and immediately realize you are naked, totally stark naked. You rush to the mirror, desperately tugging on the earrings, trying to remove them. You've vague memories of Erika showing them to you last night as you had a girlie chat in the bathroom, pressing you to try on some heavy, thick, steel-like earrings she had pulled from her purse, like something a Goth girl might wear, or something you might find on a slave. You remember laughing and finally agreeing to try them on, just for the fun.
As your memory comes back a little, you recall the feel of them last night, the heavy tug on your ears, the way they felt as you danced, but now, your fingers are fumbling, looking for the butterfly that'll release them, but you can't find one! You remember Erika laughing, pointing out the earrings to Jason, as you danced and gyrated, flirting and tossing your hair to show off your slave earrings. You remember finally taking a break, and Erika handing you a glass of coca cola. You remember nothing else until waking up a few minutes ago.
You tilt your head, taking stock of the earrings, OMG you're thinking. "It's locked!" you whisper to yourself, seeing the silver lock in your ear. You tilt your head and from the dangling chain attached to your right ear hangs a pair of tiny handcuffs!
No matter how you try, nothing gives, nothing moves, you just can't find a way to remove them!
Your tongue! You stick out your tongue and it has been pierced, a steel barbell has been stuck through your tongue! You moan, trying to figure out of you can remove it, twist the ball on top or below, but nothing moves, and the pain in your tongue has brought tears to your eyes. What has happened? You quickly go for your cell phone, turning it on, wanting to call Erika immediately. As the phone awakes, you see that there is a message for you and decide to listen to it first. It's Erika!
"Morning sleepyhead!" You hear Erika say, in a steely tone of voice, one you've not heard her use before. "I bet you're wondering right now what happened last night, and if I'm not mistaken, how to remove those pretty little slut earrings before your next family reunion."
"Well Janet, or should I call you Slut," she continues, "You've always acted like you're better than me, that your family name has more honor than mine, what would they say of their honorable daughter now? All made up like a cheap whore."
You can feel the tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes as you listen to her hateful words, you never knew that she hated you so much, you always thought that you were the best of friends, not rivals.
With a sinking heart you realize that your parents would be shocked, terribly shocked if they saw you like this, naked, slutty earrings weighing down your ears, and that tongue piercing, well, that would be the end of it.
You realize that lost in your own thoughts, you've missed the end of Erika's message and with numb fingers you replay her message.
"... cheap whore." Erika purrs venomously. "Be round my place at 12 sharp, there's a video that you need to see, before it's uploaded to YouTube," and with that the call ends.
You nervously glance at the clock, and realize that you've overslept and it's nearly 11! You've just got time to grab a quick shower, and throw on a T shirt and jeans before heading off to Erika's place.
Once there, you raise your hand to knock, then pause, trying to think of a way out of this mess. Your stomach lies heavy, trying to tell you that knocking will be a big mistake, but you've GOT to know what she means by a video.
You're standing there, hand still upraised, when Erika opens the door, giving you a look that's normally reserved for waiters and other menial staff.
"Janet, and on time," she purrs, before grabbing your arm in a strong grip, and pulling you into the room. You're about to raise your voice, and demand to know what she's playing at when you notice that you're not alone, Jason is also there, sitting on the couch, remote in
hand.
"Ah, Janet" he says, his voice full of pleasure, and you find that you're eyes are drawn to the pretty obvious bulge in his jeans, "Erika and I were just watching your video."
"My video?" you think, you've no memory of a video, just of drinking that coke, and waking up naked.
Erika leads you to the couch, and pushes you down, next to Jason, and then sits beside you, trapping you between the pair of them.
The video starts, and you don't recognize the room, there's nothing to distinguish it from any of the university's many dorm rooms. There's a voice, muffled from off screen, and the camera settles on you, standing there alone in the centre of the room.
The heavy beat of some dance music starts and you're there, dancing, hips swaying in time to the music. You can tell from the look in your eyes that you're out of it, more out of it than you've ever been.
As the pace of the music heats up, you're shocked to realize that your dance movements are becoming more suggestive, more lewd, and there is that muffled voice, still off screen, encouraging you.
The video sparks a dim memory and you "think" you remember dancing with someone, someone female. You vaguely recall that they were leading, and all you did was copy their moves, it was some sort of game you think.
But the video doesn't show that, doesn't show that you were with someone, it only shows you, dancing more and more provocatively.
When your top comes off, and you see that you're waving it around your head like a flag, your head drops in shame, your lacy bra is only just managing to cover your bouncing breasts.
As you look down at the ground, shamed by your behavior, you feel Erika's fingers grab your chin, and she forces your head up, demanding that you pay attention to the rest of the video.
After the top, your skirt quickly follows, and then your bra, letting your breasts swing freely in time to the music.
By the time you step out of your panties, the tears are streaming down your face, you can't bare to look, but when you try to turn your head away, either Jason or Erika force it back.
