I would like to apologize right away for the errors in the text that will sometimes come across. English is not my native language, but I am trying to learn it.
Evening news
- Attention, get ready, aether.
- Good evening, Alice is with you and you are watching our news again.
That's how Alice's every evening started, because she was a famous news anchor.
The 38-year-old woman had a gorgeous figure. Her big breasts made men lose their composure, and the model's walk made her just super sexy. Her long black hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and black glasses completed the picture. She always appeared in front of the viewers only in a strict business suit. But it's not just these qualities that help me become so popular. Alice was also not only smart, it was easy and interesting to communicate with her, probably thanks to all these qualities she won the love of the audience.
Alice took a deep breath, looking at the camera, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly in a familiar half-smile. Today's issue was full of important events: from the political debates in Parliament to the tragic consequences of the recent earthquake in the neighboring country.
Alice felt the burden of responsibility, realizing that her words and intonations shaped the perception of the audience. She skillfully moved from one topic to another, skillfully smoothing out the corners of thorny issues and adding a touch of humanity to the dry facts.
Alice believed that news should not only inform, but also encourage reflection, empathy, and action. After the broadcast, she took off her strict jacket, which hid a tight-fitting silk blouse. Fatigue was making itself felt, but Alice knew that her work was important. She felt like she was part of something bigger than just television. She was a part of society, its voice and its mirror. But despite all the successes, Alice was very lonely.
Men admired her, but at the same time they were afraid of her. Alice is used to this ambivalent attitude. She understood that her intelligence, beauty, and independence were more likely to scare away than attract. Men saw her not as a woman capable of tenderness and love, but rather as a challenge, a task that needed to be solved. And, as a rule, they were defeated, unable to withstand her intelligence and fortitude.
Her loneliness was quiet but overwhelming. She could spend her evenings surrounded by fans, but she felt infinitely far away from them. The words of admiration sounded fake, and the glances seemed appraising, as if she was being viewed as an exhibit in a museum rather than a living person. In the evenings, sitting at home, Alice habitually read reviews about herself on her laptop.
There were a lot of good reviews, but they seemed somehow not real to her, her attention was attracted by critical reviews and even vulgar ones. Modern technology has gone so far that some users easily took nude photos of her and attached them to their comments. It was from them that Alice accidentally found out that there are whole groups of people online who discuss her without hesitation on closed sites.
Curiosity overcame disgust. Alice began to study these closed forums. At first with apprehension, then with some kind of painful attraction. There was a world of other people's fantasies, gossip and outright lies. She read things about herself that never happened, about novels that didn't exist, about character traits that were alien to her. It was like a crooked mirror in which her reflection was distorted beyond recognition.
The more she read, the more anxious she became. She felt like she was losing control of her image, of how others perceived her. Her personality seemed to be disintegrating into many fragments, each of which reflected someone else's distorted view of her. One of the forums caught her attention. It discussed fantasies about famous people. She didn't expect so many people to fantasize about her. All these fantasies were combined with obscene computer-generated photographs. On them, Alice was in the most depraved poses, exposing herself. And comments from thousands of people said that they would have dreamed of seeing her for real in this form.
Alice wanted to look up from the screen, close the tab, erase it all from her memory, but something held her back. She continued flipping through page after page, gazing into other people's words, into other people's dreams, which now seemed to be a part of herself.
Her fingers trembled when she came across another image created by someone who might not even have seen her in person. These pictures, these texts--it was like a virus entering her consciousness, changing her perception of herself. With each new post, she felt more and more like an object, something that exists only for someone else's pleasure. Her real life, her feelings, her personality--all this seemed unimportant against the background of what others thought and desired about her. Alice tried to remember who she really was, but her own memories began to blur, mixing with these other people's fantasies.
She felt her identity dissolving, her true self disappearing under the onslaught of other people's expectations and projections. At one point, she closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, trying to catch her breath. But even in the dark, those images, those words, kept flashing before her eyes. She knew she couldn't just forget everything she'd seen. These forums, these people--they left an indelible mark on her, which was now a part of her.
And she didn't know if she would ever be able to regain control of her life, of her image. But even at this moment, when she was overwhelmed by fear and despair, the question remained deep in her heart: what if she just accepted it?
What if she lets other people's fantasies become her reality?
And that question, quiet and intrusive, scared her the most. Her inner sexual hunger forced her brain to work in this direction. After all, she is 38 years old and she is all alone. The body demanded discharge, and reading these comments, Alice received this discharge by intensively masturbating.
Alice felt her body responding to every outburst of fantasy, to every word she read. Her fingers were moving faster, her breathing was getting ragged, and her heart was pounding like it was about to burst out of her chest.
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but the images from the forums continued to haunt her, mixing with her own desires. It was both terrifying and exciting. She realized that she was crossing a line that had previously seemed untouchable to her. But the more she thought about it, the stronger her desire became. Perhaps it was a way to escape from the loneliness, the uncertainty that surrounded her. Or just a desire to feel alive, even in such a strange and frightening way.
When the wave of pleasure finally washed over her, she barely held back a moan. Her body was shaking and her thoughts were confused.
