ALLY
"It's a one time thing," I told myself after Eric and Steve had left. I couldn't believe I'd had sex with classmates for money. Or... ex-classmates I suppose. At least I had managed to pay my debts to the Mind Hack Society in time. I'd taken two showers after they left, one to scrub away the cum that covered my body and another because I couldn't stop feeling ashamed.
I let two guys fuck me for cash... did that make me a prostitute? I shook my head. "No," I told myself, "Of course not."
It was only one time and besides, I had kinda enjoyed it, so it wasn't just for money.
I found myself browsing the MHS store a lot, just scrolling and daydreaming about the amazing things I could buy. "MHS Gold Glory 200mg" Oh how I wished I could try it, even just once. It was the best of the best. Top of the line. There was nothing like it in the world and I was sure that there was nothing or no-one that could give me an orgasm like Gold Glory would.
Maybe I could buy it? As a gift to myself. A treat because, admitted, I'd had a horrible few weeks. I had failed my exam, dropped out of my dream school, was still terrified of facing my parents... I could use some fun.
Besides, now was the best time to buy, Gold Glory came with a special offer. If I ordered this week, they would add a free gift. Too bad I couldn't afford it. A single bottle of Gold Glory lube cost a whopping 10.000 dollars!
The option of buying with MHS Credit was still there... but would I be able to repay all that money in a week?
"Yeah," I tried to convince myself, "I could do it! With some extra live shows, maybe do private shows? I could do it if I had Gold Glory. That would make my shows epic, I can earn the money. I'm sure of it."
I ordered the MHS Gold Glory quickly before I could change my mind. And then the waiting began. Every five minutes I peeked out the window to see if the mailman had shown up. I paced around the apartment nervously. I decide to check if they hadn't just fit the package in the letterbox, but no, there was no package, just a letter. A letter from my parents.
My parents? Since when did my parents send me letters...? My mom called me from time to time, although I hadn't heard from her in a few days. I got a bit worried holding the letter, what if it was something serious?
What if they'd found out?
I stared at the envelope. "They know," I whispered to myself, "They know I failed my exam." I could just feel it. This was going to be bad.
I ripped the edge of the envelope and opened up the letter, it was written in my moms handwriting. It was ruthless.
"Ally,
Our neighbor, mr. Linwood, told me about a video of you circulating the internet. I'm sure you know which video I mean. It is of you with two young men.
I don't even know how I'll be able to tell your father. Your behavior has shocked me. I am disgusted and ashamed to have you as a daughter.
On top of that I contacted the university and found out you lied about your exam score. I don't understand how you could do this to us.
You're not the daughter I knew and raised. You should not expect our support anymore. Both emotionally or financially.
This will be the last you hear of me. I'm asking you to no longer contact our family."
My tears stained the paper. How? How would she even find that video? I ran to my camera and the memory card was missing. They must have taken it. I sunk to the floor and cried. If my dad found out he would be as furious as my mom was cold. I sobbed, what had I done? Maybe she was right, maybe I wasn't the person I used to be. I would have never done any of this, but it was as if I couldn't help myself. Like some sort of addiction.
The doorbell rang and I looked up. I sniffed and wiped my face with my sleeve. I opened the door with puffy red eyes.
"Delivery for miss Park." said the mailman, and he handed me a box. I closed the door without saying a word and put the package on the coffee table. I lowered myself on the couch in front of the box.
"I shouldn't open it," I said, "this is what started it all."
Yet I didn't get up. I didn't throw it in the trash. I just sat there.
"It was Baumgarten," I continued, "He's a horrible professor. If he could teach properly I would never have failed in the first place."
My vision was blurred with tears and I saw a MHS flash as if the box was calling to me. Begging me to open it.
"It's all gone to hell," I sobbed, "I might as well open it."
I teared through the tape and saw the glimmering bottle of Gold Glory. It was wrapped with a satin bow and came with all sorts of goodies.
I had gotten make-up, shoes, clothes, colored contact lenses and a large dildo with a syringe for lube.
