This chapter only has solo masturbation and exhibition
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From Chapter 1:
...Lindsey put on her pink bra from the previous night and chose one of her white granny panties. Try hard not to think about what she was doing, she positioned herself several times to get a good angle. Despite the fact that she was being blackmailed, she couldn't seem to convince herself to send an ugly selfie. The extra dozen pounds she was carrying around weren't helping either. She finally settled on one with her phone held high, which minimized the view of the lower half. With one last pause of indecision, she sent it into the ether, then deleted all her shots. At least she could be sure that he would be unable to save the picture for further blackmail.
Sadly for poor Lindsey, she was unaware her phone was set to automatically sync all photos to the cloud.
Chapter 2
With the Snap sent, a burden felt like it was lifted from Lindsey's mind. She went to class focused and peaceful. She had almost forgotten about sending the Snap that morning until she entered her room and saw the rules on the wall. Rather than dwell on it, she opted to hang out with some friends for the afternoon. A few times she wondered if she should mention what was going on with her, but decided not to. She couldn't come up with a good way to make underwear photos sound sufficiently terrible to have a good story. Amy, after all, boasted about sending unsolicited 'nakies' to random guys on campus. She'd surely get laughed at for being upset about sending a picture wearing underwear. Further, her blackmailer had warned her not to tell anyone. At this point, discretion seemed like the better option.
She returned to her room after dinner and started doing school work, half expecting a chat session to interrupt her. Knowing that she could be stopped at any time, she worked hard and avoided distractions like Facebook and YouTube. No chat was started, but she was careful to change for bed outside the view of the webcam.
The next morning she went for her run, showered, sent a Snap and left for class. She managed to work out a small, rushed orgasm in the shower, taking off a bit of the edge. That night there was still no contact from her blackmailer. The same with the next day, and the day after, Friday. Her concerns about being interrupted had led her to be incredibly productive in her school work, not only catching up but actually getting a head start on some of her papers. After her run and Snap on Saturday, she worked on school again before hanging out with friends. They went to a party that night, and the boys were being especially drunk and rude. Despite being terribly horny she couldn't even find a guy to talk to as all the boys were disgusting drunken pigs. On Sunday, Lindsey woke too hung over to run, so she slept in, finally getting up for lunch. She sent a Snap that afternoon, just to cover her bases. Late that evening, her pulse soared as a chat session opened and the webcam light glowed green.
Hello Lindsey, you are looking very pretty tonight.
"Thanks," she grinned, knowing that she hadn't even put on any makeup.
Please take off your shirt.
Lindsey frowned at him but quickly gave in. It seemed like such a small concession at this point, after have sent him Snaps of her in her lingerie all week. With a sigh, she unbuttoned her blouse and set it aside, revealing her simple white bra. Despite the number of times she had already done it for him, it still made her uncomfortable.
Very nice. Have you been getting all your schoolwork done?
"Yeah, I'm all caught up."
Good girl. Have you been following the rules?
"Yeah," she started before remembering she hadn't run today. "Well, mostly. I went out last night and didn't do a run."
Why not?
"I was just feeling icky from drinking and didn't want to."
Anything else?
"I...was late with my Snap this morning."
Yes you were. Lindsey, the rules must be followed. We'll deal this later. Tell me how your classes are going.
Lindsey started talking about each of her class. It almost felt like talking to her mom as she went over her status. She started to wonder more about her blackmailer. He was being really nice to her. She didn't have much experience with blackmailers, but she was pretty sure he was a nice one. Having to have her shirt off was creepy, but he really wasn't being a bad guy. The computer asked how the party went, how much she drank, and whether she took any boys home. She told him that she had to swat one drunk boy's hands away a few times, but nothing serious. She told him about her friends, how Tina couldn't attract any attention and that she thought Amy had hooked up with a guy from the party. The computer pulled up another relationship survey on the Internet, this one about the 'kind of guy you like', and Lindsey went through it, describing in occasionally naughty terms exactly what she wanted in a boyfriend.
Do you watch porn?
Lindsey demurred for a bit before admitting it. The computer dragged out the name of the website she liked and brought it up. Embarrassingly, it found the link to the video she had been watching, two girls doing a guy. Lindsey wasn't a lesbian, but she did think it was hot watching them share the boy. The video started to play with the chat box open at the bottom of the screen.
Did this make you hot?
"Yeah," she blushed.
Did you cum watching it?
"No..." she offered tentatively.
Really?
"Well, afterwards..."
Afterwards what?
"Oh my God, I can't believe you're asking me this."
Lindsey, afterwards what?
"I masturbated in bed."
Naughty girl.
