Slutty At 3 Am Not Clickbait

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains straight and gay sex, as well as a scene of cuckolding.

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The five influencers walked into the lobby of the Quinn hotel. Back in its heyday, the Quinn was one of the country's most luxurious and well-regarded hotels. Its owner, Quinn Meyer was a masterful hotelier, and was known to have an almost supernatural touch with other people. Everyone who stayed at the hotel seemed to have nothing but good things to say, and Meyer seemed to be able to calm even the most ornery of guests.

After her death, the hotel had fallen into disrepair but continued to operate, though guests were few and far between. But in the last few months, whispers on ghost hunting forums started to say it was seriously haunted, though nobody had done a serious investigation into it yet.

That was what caught the attention of Knox, a content creator who got big doing ghost hunting videos. Since his channel had grown, he started to branch out into all sorts of content, but after some controversy has lost him a ton of subscribers, he decided to return to his roots. And that led him to the Quinn.

Accompanying him was Krista—an up-and-coming makeup creator who started to gain popularity after a collab with Knox—and his best friend Tony. Tony usually did react content, but after running into his own bout of controversy (he had to apologize for something offensive he said during an apology video), he decided to try something new to get his viewers' minds off of things.

Josh and Sarah rounded out the group. They were both Christian, and a couple. Their content focused on dating and relationship advice for people who wanted to stay faithful to god while navigating the dating world. This wasn't their usual scene either, but Josh was close friends with both Knox and Tony, so he jumped at the chance to come along, and forced Sarah to go too.

The group arrived late in the evening, and after checking in, getting to their rooms and unpacking their gear it was just past 11 PM when they all gathered in the lobby.

"Alright guys, let's split up," Knox said.

"Yeah, cause that always ends well," Tony said.

"Shut the fuck up, Tony. We'll never cover everything just walking around together. And it's creepier if there aren't as many of us."

"If that's the case, I can just stay in our room," Sarah chimed in, clinging on to Josh's arm. "I still can't believe I let you all talk me into this. This doesn't even have anything to do with our content."

"Don't worry, babe," Josh replied. "It'll be fine. God will protect us from any supernatural misfortune. We'll show our viewers just how important faith is when we're safe and sound all night, and all these guys are getting their asses haunted."

"Can Krista at least come with us? It would be good to have another girl around for a change."

"Yeah, that would be nice," Krista said, softly. She was taking some time to get used to hanging out with big creators, and was still a bit shy.

"No, Krista stays with me," Knox said. "We'll shoot a quick intro in my room then shoot the west side of the building. You guys take the east."

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Tony said.

The group split up, and started wandering the dark halls of the Quinn.

***

"Hey there fans! It's me, ya boi Knox!"

"And it's me Krista!"

"And we got something new for you guys today. I was thinking about getting back into my ghost hunting content, when I learned about this place: the Quinn. You guys probably haven't heard of it, but it's supposed to be haunted as hell. So we're here to put it to the test. I'm here with a bunch of other creators, so if there are any ghosts to be found, you can bet we'll scare 'em up. You'll see them a bit later on in the video, but right now I'm here with Krista."

"Thanks, Knox! You guys might recognize me from the collab we did a while back. And I know we're supposed to be all scared, but I just wanted to say a bit thank you to Knox, and all you guys. Your support since then has truly changed my life. And I was so grateful to Knox that I even agreed to come to this place which is honestly already the spookiest place I've been in my life."

"Right now, it's almost midnight so if we have to get going so we can find the best place to be at 3 AM. Later, guys!"

Knox grabbed his camera from the desk, and stopped the recording.

"I meant what I said, Knox. About being grateful," said Krista, getting up and gathering her things before they ventured out of Knox's room. "The success lately has been amazing, and I wouldn't have been able to do it without you help."

Knox smiled, and stood up next to her. A little too close for Krista's liking.

"Oh yeah? How grateful?" Knox said, taking another step closer. Krista felt a hand on her ass, forcefully grabbing it.

"Hey!" she yelled, quickly stepping away. "I mean... sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You're nice but I'm not interested in that... in doing that with you."

"Aw, c'mon Krista! You said it yourself. You would never be where you are without me. You keep saying thank you. Maybe now you can show it."

Krista started to sweat, and breathe more heavily. "I... Sorry, I left something in my room, I'll be right back," she said, barely pausing between words. Before Knox could say anything, she had slammed his door shut behind her.

"That ungrateful bitch," Knox muttered.

***

"So, this is fucking lame," Tony said, his voice echoing up and down the empty hallway. Most of the lights around the building worked, but were so dim, they might as well have been candles.

But while it was harder than they would like to walk around, the group hadn't encountered anything even the least bit scary.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Josh," Sarah said. As much as she hated to agree with Tony, he was right. They had been walking for half an hour and they hadn't come across anything even remotely scary.

"Babe, would you please chill out?" Josh snapped. "I told you, this will be good for the channel."

Sarah sighed, and decided to stop arguing. Another day, another thing that Josh would refuse to listen to her about. She was just along for the ride, like she usually was. Whether it was Josh dragging her to do whatever he wanted to do, or the church telling her what was good or bad, she felt like she could never explore the things she actually wanted to.

Like sex. Despite her church constantly telling her it was wrong to have sex before marriage, and that it should only be for procreation, she never stopped being intensely curious about it.

Not that Josh was any help with that. He constantly badgered her for sex, but never understood when she tried to talk about the guilt she felt when she did, or even thought about anything sexual. To make things worse, he was never any good at it. They had only had sex twice, and both times they stopped after he came.

"This looks promising," Josh said, after a few minutes of silence. They rounded a corner and found that the hallway ahead was pitch black. They could only see by the moonlight streaming through a large window on one wall.

"Now we're getting somewhere," said Tony, making his way down the dark hallway, waving his camera back and forth. "C'mon out, ghosts! Haunt me or some shit!" Josh and Sarah followed.

"Hey, you guys go on ahead, I'm gonna see if I can get a shot of the grounds through the window," Josh said.

"Okay, but don't leave me alone for too long," Sarah said, walking on with Tony.

Josh made his was up to the window to try and get an interesting shot, but no luck. The only thing he could really see through the window was the moon, the rest of the glass was black as the night.

Until he saw something. A glimmer in the glass that looked like... eyes? Josh looked behind him. Nothing there. But he turned back, and there they were, brighter than even the moon. Two eyes, green and glowing. They were... beautiful. Entrancing. He stared right into they, and they stared back. He started to feel warm, and his breathing slowed. He swore he could hear a whisper

"Your god can't protect you from me," it seemed to say. But even the ominous message didn't stop him from staring blankly ahead. His thoughts started to slow and he lost focus on anything but the beautiful, hypnotic ey-

"Josh, hurry up!"

A sudden yell from Tony down the hall snapped him out of what felt like a trance.

"Uh, yeah sorry! Coming!"

Josh jogged down the hall. But as he continued to explore, Josh couldn't stop seeing the eyes in his mind, clear as day.

***

"That ungrateful bitch," Knox muttered. "Make someone's career and this is the thanks I get."

The night was young, though, and Knox knew he'd be able to get in her pants sooner or later. In the meantime, he figured he should get some filming done. He sat at the room's desk unpacking some of his mics, and he was in the middle of double checking the battery levels on all his gear when he heard a buzzing. Looking up, he saw the TV was on, static displayed on the screen.

Knox stood and turned off the TV. He hadn't gotten back to work for more than a minute before it turned on again. He felt goosebumps flare up the back of his neck when he heard the buzz of static.

The hotel was scary, sure, but Knox never would have decided to come here if he ever thought it might have actually been haunted. No, he was probably just being paranoid. A broken TV or faulty wiring was probably pretty likely in an old place like this. He got up again and turned off the TV.

Eyes. A pair or green shining eyes stared back at him from the black of the screen.

"Shit!" Knox swore, as he darted away from the screen in surprise. But taking a second look, he saw the screen was blank once again. All the stories he'd heard about this place and the long journey must be making him loopy. Maybe he should lie down for a bit before going out. He turned towards the bed to do just that and saw her.

She was lounging on the bed, green eyes staring back at him. She looked to be around 45 and wore a robe that barely covered her nipples, the hotel's logo embroidered on it where it rested on one of her large breasts. But both her skin and clothes were translucent. Knox could see right through her to the bedsheets, which looked undisturbed from her presence.

"Holy fuck! You're a... a..."

Knox stared in disbelief, his heartbeat quickening. He couldn't even bring himself to say it.

"A ghost, yes. But you can call me Quinn. And yes, that Quinn."

Quinn Meyer. Knox was face to face with the ghost of the hotel's owner. For once in his life, Knox was at a loss for words. In all his time making creepy videos, and exploring the world' most supposedly haunted places, he had never actually seen a real ghost up close. Until now.

He was still a content creator, and his first instinct was to grab his phone out of his pocket and start filming. But he wasn't even able to get the screen on before the ghost sent it flying out of his hand and on to the floor, with just a flick of her wrist.

"I don't remember giving you permission for that," the ghost said.

"I... I'm sorry, I just wanted to make a video, I had no idea-"

For a second, the green in Quinn's eyes flashed brighter.

"And that's just the problem isn't you. You and your friends' little videos. That's all this place is to you isn't it? Content for you to make money off of? So you want to show all the world my dirty little secrets, make my life's work some cheap background for selfies or dance videos? Make it a mockery of its glory? Not if I have anything to say about it."

Quinn stood—or rather, floated—off of the bed until she was hovering slightly above Knox. She gently placed a finger under his chin, the influencer's skin feeling icy cold where she touched him. She lifted his head until he was looking right at her. He was too terrified to put up a fight.

"Look into my eyes," she said. Her eyes started shining even more brightly, green taking over Knox's vision.

"No... what are you doing? I feel..."

"Stare and obey."

Her words were whispered, but they boomed loud in Knox's mind. His brain felt fuzzy, his thoughts slowed as he fell into the ghost's trance.

"Stare... and... obey..." Knox repeated in a monotone.

"Good boy," Quinn said. "Now, I know that other girl left you with blue balls. You must be so horny right now. Just so horny and obedient."

"Yes... Horny and obedient," Knox said, his cock immediately stiffening in his pants.

"Well, let's see then. Strip for me."

Knox obeyed, and soon stood in front of the hypnotic specter entranced, naked, and with a hard, dripping cock. Quinn waved her hand upwards, and Knox's phone shot through the air to float in front of her. With another wave, she unlocked it, turned on the camera and started filming.

"Stroke your cock now, slave. It will be the most pleasure you've ever felt, but you won't be able to cum until I say so."

Knox moaned as he started to masturbate, the sensation better than any mouth or pussy.

Stroke your cock, thinking about all the people that are going to see this video. All your fans. The millions of eyes on your videos. All on your naked body, your hard cock. All that time spent cultivating an image. Now, all anyone will see when they look at you is a dumb, horny slut."

"Fuuuuuuuck," Knox moaned louder, his strokes getting faster and more frantic.

"Good boy, keep going," the ghost said. "Each stroke making you hornier and hornier. You can't think about anything else but cock. So dumb and horny. So obedient. So slutty."

Knox's eyes were completely glassy as he continued to mindlessly masturbate, his tongue lolling out of his open mouth. He just had to stroke and obey.

"Now, tell me what you are. Tell everyone what you are."

"I'm a dumb, horny slut!" Knox cried. "All I can think of is cock! I'm a dumb horny slut! I'm a dumb horny slu-aaaah!"

Knox shot all over the hotel floor, crying out in pleasure as he did. Thankfully, Quinn's floating vantage point allowed her to get every single detail on film. She floated behind Knox and put her ghostly arms around his neck.

"Good boy. Now, I doubt anyone will watch your videos after I make you post this all over the internet. But first, let's deal with your friends. I have a great idea for that. And you're going to help me, aren't you slave?"

"Yes, mistress. I must obey."

"Good. Now, you're going to show me how you kids do one of those livestreams." Still expressionless, Knox took the floating phone from Quinn and unlocked it.

The ghost chuckled to herself. "You want to give your audience a show? Well, let's give them one."

***

Krista slammed the door to her room, lay face down on the bed, and started to sob into a pillow.

She thought it would be so easy. Look pretty, film a couple of makeup tutorials, use the right hashtags, and the money would come pouring in. She never thought of how hard it actually would be. The writing, the editing, the planning. Building yourself up as a brand from nothing, in a sea of millions of others trying to do the same thing.

Still, this was her dream, and she never wanted to give up. But after over a year of trying with barely anything to show for it, she was starting to consider it. Then she got lucky.

Knox was always an edgy creator, not afraid to push boundaries for his content. But one day he had gone too far when he decided to get high and drive recklessly on the freeway, streaming all the while. Almost all of the creators that usually worked with him cut ties, and he lost a ton of high-paying sponsorships.

But as was so often the case, it was more difficult than that to get a shitty dude off the internet. Even after having lost a chunk of his subscribers, he was still left with millions. He would be able to rebuild, especially after the heat died down. And as part of that, he started to reach out to some smaller channels to collaborate with.

One of those channels was Krista's.

She knew it was wrong. She knew collaborating with Knox would help rehabilitate his image. She knew he was terrible. But it's not like he had killed anyone. She hated compromising on her principles. But she desperately wanted the fame, the money, the influence.

After less than a week, her channel shot up to almost a million subscribers. And with this video, she knew she could make it well past that. It seemed too good to be true, and now she was paying the price.

She just had to get through this content trip, then she could start distancing herself from Knox. He already gave her almost a million subscribers, she could take it from there. At least, as long as she didn't make Knox too mad, and have him start some kind of smear campaign against her. So that meant she would have to at least try to make peace with him.

She sat up, collected herself, and was psyching her up to go back to Knox's room when she heard a loud knock at her door.

"Shit," she cursed under her breath. Well, she might as well get this over with. "Just a second!" she called. Another knock.

Krista steeled herself and opened the door. As expected, it was Knox. He stood in her doorway with his usual smug smile. And glowing, green eyes. As soon as she saw them, she was caught.

"Knox... what... what are you..."

"Look into my eyes, Krista. Just stare and obey."

"N-no... what are you..."

"Don't think. It's so hard to think. So hard to resist. Just look into my eyes and obey."

"Hard to... resist."

"That's right. Don't resist. Don't worry, this will feel good. You're going to become a hypnotized sex slave, just like me."

She felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down. She let it guide her down to her knees, continuing to stare up at Knox.

"You're just a slut begging for an audience," he said. "Just like me. They'll all see soon."

At the edge of her vision, she could see Knox unbuttoning his pants.

***

"Are you okay? You've seemed distracted all night," Sarah said, taking Josh's hand.

"Yeah... sorry, I guess I'm just not feeling well," he said. "I think I need to sit down for just a bit."

"Fuck no dude, I can't believe you're being such a pussy right now," Tony cut in. "Buck up, we got a whole hotel to film and some ghostly encounters to fabricate."

"Tony, please," Sarah snapped. "That kind of language isn't acceptable."

"What am I a fucking fourth grader? You gonna send me to detention if I say pussy?"

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Pussy, pussy, pussy, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Yeah, keep going, you're the one that's going to burn in hell. Why don't you just go on by yourself, if you're going to be like this. Right, Josh?"

Her boyfriend didn't answer. She turned, and saw him staring expressionless into the middle distance, eyes unfocused. She put a hand on his shoulder, which seemed to wake him from his reverie.

"Babe, are you alright? Maybe you should go to bed. I can film solo for a bit and come join you."

"Nah, I already told you, he's staying with us. Besides, nobody is going to watch your video if you're the only one in it."

Josh took Sarah's hand and gave it a squeeze. He still looked tired, but he seemed a bit more normal, at least for now.

"I'll be alright. I'm probably just tired from the trip, but I'll be fine, don't worry about me," he said.

All three of them felt their phones vibrate. Tony was the first to take it out and check.

"See, we're already behind," he said.

Sarah checked her phone as well, and saw a new notification.

krista_beauty has started streaming live.

"Holy shit!" Tony yelled. "Bro, you gotta see this."

Josh and Sarah each loaded up the steam on their phones. Kirsta was completely naked. She was holding the phone in front of her face, and seemed to be on her knees and elbows, bent over on her bed. And there was someone behind her, fucking her.