I found your Tumblr. πππ©ββ€οΈπ©"
The scariest text message Bree has ever received and the reason for her current anxiety attack. "What??????"
"Don't play dumb. πππ¦πππ"
Followed by a selfie of Kayden with Bree's laptop, pointing at the screen, Bree's Tumblr blog showing, regrettably already logged in.
Kayden, a gorgeous, beautiful blonde bombshell, with blue eyes, washboard abs, and beautiful tattoos adorning her golden tanned body; is visiting Bree back home in Clearwater, Florida for Spring Break.
Bree didn't think twice about leaving Kayden alone at her place, while she was at work lifeguarding for a private club, why would she, Kayden's one of her best friends, they were on the varsity cheer squad together all through high school.
That was until this very moment.
"What are you doing with my laptop?"
"Learning your secrets πβοΈπ "
Quickly followed by another selfie, this time, Kayden pointing at a picture on her blog of a girl going down on another girl, with two other girls standing next to them, laughing, and appearing to be next in line.
"Get off my laptop!!!!" Bree could barely contain herself, Kayden's not only on her laptop, which she doesn't have permission, but she's also found the one place where Bree has always found the freedom to anonymously post her darkest fantasies.
"Don't get mad at me, you're the one that left yourself logged in. πππ"
Another selfie, this time even more humiliating. It's a picture of the same four girls in the previous picture, but the submissive girl is going down on a different girl this time while the other two are again watching. The worst part is that Kayden is pointing at a hashtag Bree added to it before posting it. "#One Can Dream."
"Please get off my laptop!!!" Bree's anxiety elevating, her chest beginning to glow bright red, matching her bright red one piece swimsuit uniform. She can feel her forehead radiating heat.
"I can't, this is to rich. π"
Sending Bree another selfie, pointing at an animated picture of a naked submissive women opening the door for two women to enter. Again, Bree added a hashtag before she posted it. "#Goals."
As soon as Bree saw it, she threw her cellphone into her purse, hanging from the side of her lifeguard stand. Her only secret in this world is being exposed, and she's helpless to stop it. She begins to ignore the alerts from her phone and try to concentrate on her responsibilities, and to the swimmers in her pool, no matter how hard it is to do with her insides in complete despair.
Bree spent the next three hours with her head buried in work. Trying not to think about what Kayden was doing, what she was going to say when she saw her, and how to pretend this isn't happening.
When she was relieved of her duties, she went back to the employee locker room and checked her cellphone. It was worse than she had previously imagined.
Not only did Kayden continue sending her pictures from her blog, she got upset at Bree for not answering her texts, and now the selfies weren't of only Kaylee. Shelby and Ariana are there too, learning Bree's deepest and darkest fantasies.
As punishment for not answer her text messages, Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana hi-jacked her blog. They started interacting with her Tumblr friends. Asking them what they should do to her.
The worst part of it was, her Tumblr friends knew it wasn't her talking to them, and they still gave Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana humiliating tasks for her.
One Tumblr friend told them how hot it would be to bring the pictures on her blog to life. Another told them to actually punish her for keeping secrets. The one that really upset her though, was the one she considered a real friend, before she told them to make Bree their personal slave, even giving them evidence to show it's what she really wanted.
Kayden was laughing her ass off in the picture she sent to Bree sharing this friendly suggestion. The last three texts messages she received were the worst.
Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana all sent her the same text message.
"Get home slave!"
Bree couldn't take anymore of this, she went straight into the shower, not even waiting the moment it would have taken to remove her swimsuit. She turned the warm water on and began to cry, standing there, allowing the water to hide her reality. Her best friends all know her secret and now they're all calling her slave. She's humiliated and doesn't know how to face them again. She stands there, crying, trying to pretend this isn't happening.
When the hot water begins to run out and she begins to feel the chill of the cold water overriding, she begins to pull herself together. She turns off the water and wipes the tears from her eyes. Grabbing a towel to dry off, again not caring enough to remove her swimsuit. She grabbed the shorts and tank top out of her locker and puts them on. Sitting on the dampened bench to put her socks and pink Chuck Taylors on.
The rear of her shorts are now wet but she doesn't care, as she takes her time to walk out to her car. She took as long as she could driving herself home, unable to predict what they were going to say to her.
When she pulled in front of her house, there were three cars already in her driveway, forcing her to park on the street. She picked up her cellphone and checked it again. They kept sending her pictures from her blog. An anonymous blogger told them to make her regret keeping secrets. They seemed to like the idea, if their smiles were to tell you anything. She just leaned her head against her headrest, afraid to go in to her own house.
"We see you Bree!" A loud shout heard from the front of her house. The door now wide open with Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana standing there, smiling, and waving at her.
Bree slowly got out of her car, and walked dreadfully into her house. Shamefully welcomed home by her best friends. The door had barely closed behind Bree before Kayden took her cellphone from her hand.
"You won't need this anymore. It's not like you answer it anyways."
Bree didn't fight her, allowing her to easily take it, standing there, frozen in time.
"You wont need this either." As Shelby pulled Bree's tank top up over her head and off of her.
Bree's mind unable to comprehend how her best friends could be treating her like this.
"Or these." Ariana tells her while unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down to floor, forcing Bree to step out of them.
Bree didn't fight them, she just stood there, humiliated as they stripped her down to work swimsuit and Chuck Taylors.
"I thought you hated that thing." Kayden asked Bree, grabbing ahold of her swimsuit right at her neckline.
"I do." Bree quietly answered.
"Then why are you still wearing it?"