This story is part of the Director Series, and involves characters introduced in early installments. Since Literotica puts the stories in alphabetical rather than chronological order, I would suggest reading them in the order of the dates listed. In particular, reading The Director: Julie Ann and The Director: Club Incognito before reading this story will introduce the main character and the primary setting.
"Do you think that's how Julie Ann wants to be dressed?" asked the Director.
It was two A.M, and Incognito had just closed. Julie Ann had spent the evening, as usual, waiting tables in a skirt barely wider than a belt and heels, with no top at all covering her large breasts. She'd been ogled all night long, and she loved it. Now, however, she was wearing a button down blouse and a knee length skirt, with sensible flats. She loved how her legs looked in the heels, but by the end of a night she was eager to rest her feet.
"I really doubt it," replied Catherine Vincent, a slender brunette in a black cocktail dress.
Julie Ann blushed. She always blushed when people talked about her in front of her.
"Unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse, Julie Ann," said the Director.
"Yes, Sir." Some of the girls who served the Director called him Master. She was used to calling customers at the diner she used to work at "Sir" and "Ma'am," so that had been the first thing she'd ever called him. It still felt right. It was politeness in the diner, but now it gave her a thrill every time she said it. Particularly if someone, like Catherine, was listening.
"Your breasts should be on display at all times, to the degree the law allows."
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you remember why?"
"Because they are really big?"
"Because they are magnificent. Say it."
"They're magnificent."
"Complete sentence."
"My breasts are magnificent."
"Good. You can go home now. I expect you on camera at two in the afternoon tomorrow."
"I will do that, Sir."
"Very good," said the Director. "Go home and get some sleep, so you're ready to do this again tomorrow."
Julie Ann went home and didn't even check her email to see what the directions for the video were before falling asleep. She didn't wake up until noon.
Then, while eating breakfast, she read the instructions twice, and gulped. He expected her to do that? While on camera? With everyone watching?
She was tempted to balk, but she was getting turned on by the idea. An hour later she was in her bedroom. The Director had given her a very expensive digital video camera, which sat on a tripod and pointed at her bed. It could be controlled remotely, and the Director could look in on her whenever he wanted to, or perhaps even share the feed with friends. The thought always excited her. This time, however, she flipped the on switch herself. People would be watching, because it was hooked up to a live cam feed, again controlled by the Director. Julie Ann received all the profits from the site. It was way more lucrative than waitressing had ever been. In fact, she still worked at Incognito only because it thrilled her to walk around mostly naked,and watch everyone watch her.
On the bed was a purple dildo. It wasn't the largest dildo she had, and for that she was grateful. She knelt on the bed facing the camera, wearing only a red bra, garter belt, thong panties, red fishnet stockings, and five-inch heels. The heels didn't bother her, since she didn't expect to be walking on them.
She picked up the dildo and sucked on it, staring into the camera with wide eyes, imagining all the people that would see it. She could see what they saw, on a little screen to the side of the camera. They were faceless, so it wasn't as good as being watched in the club.
On the other hand, I wouldn't dare do any of this in front of live people. Or would I?
It was fun to fantasize about. She imagined people watching her suck on a dildo, crowding around to watch the show.
Or maybe sucking on a real cock. Lots of girls do. Including Lucy.
She never thought of herself as a particularly sexual person, but showing off aroused her. Without realizing she was doing it, her free hand crept along her thigh toward her increasingly damp panties. She stopped herself briefly, her fingers an inch away. Then she continued. Her audience would enjoy watching her play with herself, after all.
It's not the first time.
Her fingers rubbed the right spot through the thin silk fabric.
It won't be the last, either.
She loved the way silk felt on her body, but she wondered if the Director chose it because it was so much more obvious when silk got wet than cotton. It didn't matter. The panties weren't going to stay on anyway, if she followed directions.
She didn't
have
to follow directions. The Director made that clear. He gave her directions to encourage her to fulfil her own fantasies about being watched. She relished the sense of embarrassment she felt. Maybe she even craved a little humiliation. She wasn't sure. She knew it turned her on, but that wasn't the same as
wanting
it.
She forgot to look at the camera now and then, while she played with herself. But she didn't stop thinking about what it would be like to suck on a real cock in front of an audience. All her shows had been strictly solo affairs. She imagined the Director wouldn't want to star in a live movie broadcast on the internet, and there was no one else she'd trust.
Maybe if the Director was right here, doing what he does. Directing.
She imagined sucking on the Director's cock. All the other girls who served him had, she knew. It was part of the control he had over them. It had been willingly surrendered by every one of them, but it was also irrevocable. Even breathing the same air as the Director caused one to feel inclined, all things being equal, to do as he said. Swallowing his cum was apparently a hundred times as powerful.
I wouldn't have to swallow. Just a little precum wouldn't hurt too much, would it?
Fuck, the things I would do if I was totally under his control
.
Today's assignment would be the least of it.
She started rubbing her clit more feverishly, forgetting what today's assignment was temporarily as she was lost in her fantasy and her arousal. She licked up and down the shaft of the dildo, drooling all over it. She wanted the drool to drip off the dildo onto her own body, so she helped it along a little by pushing the dildo deep into her throat and gagging on it.
She looked at the little screen that showed what the camera was showing.
I look like such a nasty girl. I look like the kind of girl who would --
Yeah, I'm doing it.
She knelt up. Holding the dildo in her mouth, she slipped her panties to her knees, then wriggled out of them. Her pussy was waxed smooth, as the Director had encouraged her to do. He told her having her "lady garden" gone would help people see her pussy better. Then she took her bra off too, letting her "magnificent" tits free, and more importantly, letting her audience see them.
She took the dildo out of her mouth and leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs for the camera.
Well, they can see it well now. Even if my pussy isn't the point today.
She kept arching further back. Hands shaking, she positioned the dildo so the head tickled her ass. She'd lubed her butt in case she decided to go through with it.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Slowly, she pushed the dildo against the puckered opening. The muscles there resisted it going too far. She knew she needed to relax. She was anything but relaxed, even though she was very aroused. Being turned on more would help. She used her free hand to play with her clit while she undulated for the camera. People would have a really good view of her pussy as long as she kept her palm on her smooth mound.
She looked at the little screen. Apparently the Director had taken over the controls, or more likely Catherine was doing it for him, because her pussy, the dildo, and ass were in closeup. They could see every pink fold, every movement of her fingers, and watch the dildo as it invaded her virgin ass.
The thought made her push it forward, and it slid past the ring of resistance into her slick back channel. She let out a little yelp of surprise.
It didn't feel that bad.
She pushed it in further, rubbing her clit the whole time. She didn't want to come -- that might push the dildo out. But she wanted to be as aroused as possible. She was so wet her pussy would be glistening for the audience.
At last she got it all the way in. The screen flashed.
"Good girl," it said, and then the screen went back to showing the action.
She hadn't thought she was motivated by such things the way the other girls were, but she did, indeed, want to please the Director. She wondered, too, if the message was shown on the live feed, letting her audience know that she was being praised by someone for being a wanton slut.
She wasn't sure she wanted to move the dildo, now that she had it in, but that would make the best show, so she did. She slid it halfway out of her ass and back in again, fucking herself with it while she played with her clit. She looked at the camera. That wasn't just for the viewers, but because she wanted to see what she was showing them.
Oh my god that looks nasty. They can all see what a nasty girl I am. Oh my god.
The thought and her fingers brought her to the edge, and she had to be careful not to push herself over.
"3,973 viewers" the screen flashed briefly.
A new record. The reminder that so many people were watching was too much for her self-control. She screamed and came, holding on to the dildo for dear life while her ass contracted around it. She came repeatedly, and then collapsed on the bed, the camera almost forgotten. She knew that whoever was controlling it would stop the feed at some point.
She took a nap and woke up an hour or two later. She was amazed at what she'd done. "I'm such a slut," she said alloud, half with pride, half with self-reproach. She knew the Director was proud of her for shedding her inhibitions. And she liked the part of herself that was proud more than the other part.
She sat down at a computer, as she always did, to write the Director a summary of her experience. When she was done, she added, "I love being on camera, doing naughty things. If I sucked your cock, would you take care of the voice that tells me I'm bad?"
A few hours later she got a return message. "I'll help you if you show that you want it by obeying all the directions Catherine and I give you at the club on Friday. It will take daring."
