After brutally murdering the piggy bank Heather got enough cash to take her phone to the repair office. On her way back she considered some possibilities and decided to make a few stops at various shops in the downtown. This made her wallet even lighter but the new plan needed some investments. Getting home she had a brief supper, told parents that she needs to study and got upstairs to her room.
She had no intention to study anything. Instead, she got to the bed, opened the video she got today on her laptop and slid her hand into her panties. Watching the short video on repeat made her pussy wet almost instantly. She aggressively stroked her clit staring into Sam's blushed face and listening to his shameful confessions. Still watching it, she began to think about what she will do to the boy and that made her even more aroused. Sliding her fingers into her opened cunt she rubbed her pleasure nub with her palm faster and faster. It took her all her will to suppress the moaning when she came incredibly hard, biting her lip and muffing the sounds with her free hand.
She spent some minutes thoughtlessly licking her wet fingers still lazily watching the video, her mind occupied with the details of her plans. She must play this really well from now. Sam has some sub streak for sure but he will resist and if she will push him too hard he will slip through her fingers. She had no intention to ruin his life with this video so if he will sense her bluff or just gets too uncomfortable the fun will be over for sure.
Heather sat up on her bed and got her backpack from the floor. She needs to wrap her head around the new toys she just bought. Tomorrow parents will leave for the whole day so she will have plenty of time. Inspecting her new instruments for crushing Sam's will she smiled. Poor boy yet had no idea how much things were in store for him...
***
Sam sat in his room and did his best to get his head around today's events. This stupid bitch, Heather got him by the balls both in direct and figurative meaning. She will not dare to publish this bloody video, won't she? His mind was filled with dread of possible consequences... and still, he felt ridiculously aroused with the situation. This was wrong on so many levels he was barely able to maintain the texting with Vicky.
At least in this field everything seemed fine, she confirmed the date on Sunday and, finger-crossed, he will be able to pull it off this time. But, if Heather will upload this clip his chances to get laid with anybody will diminish, well frankly they will be grave. Not to mention his all social life will shatter to pieces. Sam had a hard time remembering the exact words he said on her command but it was obvious that if anyone will ever see this embarrassing video it will be a disaster.
His phone beeped. It must be Vicky.
He reached out for the phone to see the message.
"Having a nice evening, Sammy-boy?"
Not sure about what to do he stared into the screen for about a minute, his heart pounding.
"My message is marked as "read". Answer me, Sammy, NOW."
It was not that simple to type with his hands soaking with sweat.
"I am just relaxing. What do you want?"
"I want you to strip naked for me right now. And send me a pic."
"???"
"You have one minute. Starting now."
For a moment or two, he tried to find the exit from this predicament but no avail. With one big jump, he got to the door, locked it, get back and undressed. Another moment of hesitation before pulling down his boxers. Naked he stood on his knees on the bedsheets and tried to take the selfie of his entire body. It felt weird to do such thing and his raging boner added to the embarrassment. Time was running up. He finally managed to take a picture and sent it back to Heather.
"Aww, so adorable. Especially with that blushy face and cock. I bet you beat this meat every moment you can. Don't you, my little wanker?"
"I am NOT a wanker!"
"No need to hide it, sweety. Anyway, tomorrow morning I want you to come to my place at 12."
"But I have plans, you can't command me like this!"
"For your own sake, you better be here tomorrow. Gnight, Sammy-boy."
Sam stared blankly once again. He just started to calm down after this long day and now it started all around again - the sweat, heartbeat, and arousal.
He was forced to jerk off before he was finally able to get to sleep this night. When he was coming he thought about Heather's voice murmuring "wanker".
***
Sam woke up at half-past ten and for some moment was pretty happy with his life. Tomorrow he will have a date with Vicky and surely will get to... The memories of his predicament strike hard and washed away all his good mood.
"Honey, are you awake? Breakfast is ready!"
