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The next day...

When Steven finally left the apartment for work, slamming the door behind him, Charlotte opened her eyes.

There wasn't any particular reason she had to hide that she was awake from Steven... Besides the fact that her guts were roiling with a mixture of anxiety and arousal ans she was worried her boyfriend would be able to sense it.

Grace sent Charlotte a text last night a few hours after she had left the bar. It was straightforward and commanding, with no room for argument.

[I helped a little setting up your profile. All it needs now is a profile pic, and you will be ready to make dreams cum true for men all across the country! Love the name by the way, Cherry. It suits you. Wouldn't want to interrupt your work, bestie, but have the profile pic taken and uploaded by noon tomorrow.]

Charlotte had to wait until Steven left the bar around midnight to read the new profile Grace had created for her. She had to be certain that he didn't see whatever Grace had written or her reaction when she read it. She was glad she had taken that precaution, because she was certain her face must have been a picture of dismay when she finally saw "Cherry Sweet's" bio.

Hiiiii Boys! Welcum to my page! I joined 2 tease boys and have sum filthy fun w/o my boyfriend knowing (Shhhh, don't tell him). I luv to get hot and heavy in dms, so hit me up!

Body type: Short, sweet, and built 4 sin!

Hair: Natural Blonde

Tits: Happy little handfuls

Nipples: Pierced, always stiff, and begging to be sucked

Pussy: Wet and ready 4 u

Special Skills: Professional tease, champion cocksucker, good little girl, and submissive slut for big strong men.

Join up and send me a message!

Shit. So much for Charlotte's plan to create a boring, tame Simpspace page that no one would be interested in subscribing to. Any guy that read this would believe "Cherry Sweets" was an eager slut desperate to sext with them.

Charlotte desperately wanted to delete the whole thing, but she knew that that wasn't currently an option. In fact, she was expected to take a picture to make the profile complete. That, at least, gave her a little leeway. Thinking quickly, Charlotte made herself a steaming cup of coffee, got back into bed, nestled the comforter carefully around her, and snapped a demure pic, cropping out most of her face beside her smile. The picture looked great: the kind of thing she wouldn't hesitate to post to her social media. The pose holding coffee while wrapped up in a blanket was classy and cozy, with just the faintest hint of sexiness (because who knew her level of dress beneath the shrouding blanket).

It was perfect for her purposes. Any guy looking at this photo would spend their money elsewhere. Feeling as if she had found the perfect loophole in the system, Charlotte posted the photo.

Her smugness and relief at solving her problem lasted right up until Grace texted her again.

[Nice try, skank. I think you know that that Martha Stewart shit isn't what I fucking meant. You still have an hour until noon. I need you to take a picture that matches your bio. Or else.]

Charlotte licked her lips nervously.

A picture that truly matched the slutty things that Grace put in the "Cherry Sweets" bio would be... a lot further than she had planned to go. Charlotte felt a squirming bloom of lust low in her belly as she imagined posting an obscene nude profile picture to the website. A picture like that in combination with her brazen profile writeup... she tried not to think about the sort of male attention that would attract, but dirty images filled her mind anyway.

She needed to stop fantasizing about such horrible things, especially since it was making that strange arousal glow brighter and hotter inside her. What was wrong with her? Charlotte had always enjoyed public attention, it was true. The positive male interest she received as a cute female bar tender had always lit a spark inside her that, while not strictly sexual, wasn't strictly non-sexual either. She also tended to enjoy it when her partners took charge in bed. Not in a chains and whips sort of way, but in a dominant, commanding, take-charge sort of attitude. Charlotte could only conclude that the humiliating blackmail and forced public humiliation was pushing those buttons for her, as much as she wished they didn't. This level of control from a dominant, hated enemy of a woman, combined with the humiliating exposure that Grace was demanding, was blending into a new, concerning, self-destructive kink. Charlotte knew she needed to keep a firm leash on her libido. If she started getting too turned on by her horrible circumstances, It would keep her from fighting back effectively.

Ans she needed to fight back. Right now Grace had her by the short and curlies, and Charlotte wasn't naive enough to believe that everything would be alright as long as she did as Grace commanded. Grace was an stone-cold, evil bitch. Charlotte knew that this profile picture wouldn't end things. She needed an exit strategy... But right now she needed time even more. And the only way to get that time was to play along for now.

Thinking quickly, Charlotte texted Grace back.

[Maybe a shot in underwear?]

Grace's reply wasn't encouraging: [Hmmm. I don't know about that. Cherry doesn't feel like the shy type, you know?]

Shit. Charlotte chewed a thumbnail, feeling a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. If she didn't think something up soon, her tits were going straight onto the internet. Maybe her pussy too. She fought down the wet, hot lust building inside her and tried to clear her head. How could she make Grace back down? Simply refusing wasn't an option currently: Grace still held her video from the other night. Charlotte needed to take a different approach.

Inspiration struck. [I don't think it makes sense to reveal too much in the profile pic. After all, why would guys subscribe if they get that for free?]

She waited, her heart pounding and her nipples frustratingly stiff against her loose pajama shirt, almost as if they were eager for their closeup. Finally, Grace responded.

[Well... I suppose you have a point. Look at that, already thinking like an entrepreneur! You're really into the role of "Cherry" already, aren't you, slut? Fine. Underwear is acceptable. But I mean lingerie, not whatever boring shit you were planning to wear today. And the pose needs to be fucking sexy.]

Charlotte let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't a total victory. She would still be forced to post a risque picture in skimpy lingerie, but it was certainly better than nudity. And now she would have more time to figure out how she could turn the tables on Grace. She got up and went over to the dresser, opening it with a doubtful look.

As it happened, she had exactly one set of nice lingerie. Steven had bought it for her (or, more accurately, for himself) last Valentine's Day. Charlotte had worn it exactly once that evening, then tossed the gauzy bits of black lace in her underwear drawer, where they had drifted over several months, out of sight and out of mind, to the bottom.

Charlotte just wasn't a lingerie kind of gal. She had always thought that her man should be happy to see her naked body raw and unvarnished, without needing to wrap it up in a pretty package.

It felt wrong to take off her pajamas and slip into the lingerie. Steven had bought this for her after all, and now anonymous internet strangers would see her wearing it for them. Just as many times as Steven had seen it in fact. Poor Steven... he was already so uncomfortable and insecure about the mild flirting she did as a bartender. And now her sexily presented body would be ogled by strange men.

Stop it. Fucking stop it Charlotte. This isn't fucking hot. Get a hold of yourself.

The lacy undies felt strange and unfamiliar on her skin. It was a tiny black lace thong, perfectly sheer, along with a bra that left even less to the imagination. As Charlotte moved back to the bed, her nipples and piercings pressed hard against the thin black fabric, making a sluttier display than even nudity would.

Charlotte twisted and repositioned herself on the bed, trying to find a position that wouldn't completely expose her intimate areas to the internet, growing hornier and hornier as she discovered the task was impossible.

There was simply no way to perform a pose Grace would consider "sexy" in the skimpy underwear while still managing to hide her pussy and nipples.

Charlotte settled for a pose leaning forward with one hand planted between her legs. It did humiliatingly showcase her stiff pierced nipples behind the gauzy film of the sheer bra, but at least it managed to hide her pussy, and, more importantly, her face. The pose also neatly cropped out her head from the mouth up, which preserved her anonymity at least.

Charlotte could only hope that the clear view of her barely-covered tits would satisfy Grace's hunger for degradation. She glanced at the clock, biting her lip. It had taken her a while to find the right pose. 11:55. She had to post this humiliating photo immeadiately.

Charlotte couldn't help but think about Steven. This felt like such a huge betrayal. Her breasts should be for his eyes alone. But she had already failed at that, hadn't she? That was why she was in this whole mess in the first place. It was karma: she had shown her bare tits to his friends in a moment of weakness, and now internet strangers would get to see them as well.

Charlotte steeled herself. It might make her a horrible girlfriend to post her tits online, but she had no choice. No matter how much of a betrayal it was in the moment, she was doing this for him. For them.

With just a minute to spare, Charlotte uploaded the photo, feeling her shame throb, hot and bright inside her, mixed with the sneaky, irrepressible lust she had been feeling all day.

Then she tossed her phone away like it was something disgusting. The lingerie came off as well, stuffed back into the deepest part of her underwear drawer a little damper than it had emerged.

There. It was done. She had to think of ways to get out of this soon, but for now she could put it out of her mind. Steven was going to take her out tonight to a baseball game, and, for one night at least, she could forget about Grace, and anonymous men, and especially Cherry Sweets.

...

It wasn't until the third inning, lounging snuggled up with Steven in the nosebleed seats, chowing down on an over-priced stadium hotdog, that Charlotte noticed the first notification chiming in her purse.

It wasn't unusual for Charlotte to miss a few messages here or there. She just wasn't the type of person to stay completely plugged into her phone. In fact, Charlotte had done so well at putting the unpleasantness of earlier that day out of her head that she didn't even hesitate to pull out her phone and see what the notification was.

Her face went pale as she stared down at her phone.

Over twenty notifications from the Simpspace app. Charlotte was so dumbstruck that her thumb moved without conscious thought, tapping the notification alert.

A photo of a strange cock filled her screen, huge and hairy and hard, with a bead of precum oozing from its tip.

Charlotte let out a gasp of shock. Luckily, her fingers were fast enough to lock her phone before Steven turned to her with a concerned look on his face. "What's up babe?" he asked around a mouth full of hotdog.

"Nothing," said Charlotte through numb lips, her heart hammering a thousand miles an hour. She had come within a half-second of Steven seeing the image on her phone. Why did she even have that image on her phone? Maybe she should have been paying closer attention since noon, but she had just thrown herself into enjoying the evening with her boyfriend.

Her phone chimed again in her hand. Fuck. Well, now that she had noticed the notifications coming in, she had to at least silence the app. Otherwise Steven might notice too and ask her why she was getting so many notifications.

"I need to use the ladies' room," she said, wriggling out from under her boyfriend's arm and standing, her belly twisted with nervous energy. "I'll be right back."

"You sure you're ok, babe?' asked Steven, peering up at her with furrowed brows. "You look flushed."

"I'm fine," said Charlotte firmly, already turning away. As she got up, the middle-aged woman who had been sitting behind them caught her eye, smiled... and winked, sending a fresh shiver of shame down her spine.

The line for the ladies' restroom, was, as usual, eye-rollingly long. Charlotte bounced on her feet impatiently as she waited, her nerves rising to a crescendo. She struggled with a powerful desire to open the app and see how bad the damage really was, but didn't want any of the other women in line to catch an eyeful of cock if she happened to press the wrong button again. Even as she waited, her phone chimed in her hand twice more, raising her tension even further.

By the time she finally made it into a stall and slammed the door behind her, Charlotte was practically shaking with adrenaline. She unlocked her phone, only to see the full-screen image of a stranger's cock leap out at her once again, causing another wave of shock, disgust, and even perverse arousal to roll through her.

Charlotte knew that, as a taken woman, she should instantly close the picture in disgust. But she couldn't help but feel a certain perverse fascination. Now that she had more time to look at the photo, she could see that it was slightly blurry. Clearly not a professional shot. This wasn't just some picture of a cock or a still frame from porn. This was a cock that was hard for her. The picture she had taken earlier today had caused this erection. The idea was oddly thrilling.

Now that raw panic wasn't flooding through her veins, Charlotte could tell that the image had been sent to her through the messaging function of the Simpspace app. A message was included from the man who sent the dick pic.

[Champion cocksucker, huh? I'll be the judge of that, Cherry. Why don't you come and wrap your sweet lips around this cock and show me how submissive you can be, slut?]

Charlotte shivered at the raw, disrespectful sexuality of the message and was doubly glad she hadn't included her face in the profile photo. There was something darkly erotic about being spoken to that way by a stranger, even through the anonymity of the account. It was only intensified by the angry, bulging cock in the attached photo.

But that hadn't been the only notification, had it? Charlotte went to the notification center in the Simpspace app... and her eyes widened.

It was around seven now, and, in that time, she already had a dozen subscribers. It felt unreal. Obviously, a dozen subscribers wasn't a huge amount, but she hadn't even posted any content, just a profile picture and Grace's obscene bio. That didn't account for all of her notifications, however. Half of the men who had signed up had sent her private DMs, no doubt because of the direct encouragement from Grace in "Cherry's" bio.

With a squirming feeling of apprehension and reluctant desire in her belly, Charlotte opened the DM inbox.

Every message was misogynistic, aggressive, and crude.

[Naughty little girls like you need to be punished, Cherry...]

[I love a girl who knows her place. I'm going to put a collar around that pretty little neck and make you mine.]

[Send a pussy pic, slut.]

[Boyfriend must have a shrimp-dick if you're horny enough to do this, lol. Drop the loser and sit on my fat cock, bitch.]

The first one she opened wasn't the only dick pic either. She had four cocks in her inbox, of various sizes and colors. Without thinking about it, Charlotte's hand strayed down between her thighs, touching lightly then gently rubbing as she flipped through the messages and pictures again and again.

Strange men who wanted to fuck her. To stick their filthy cocks in her mouth. To steal her from her boyfriend. To punish her. To make her submit. The dark fire inside Charlotte was leaping higher and higher now, so hot she felt like she was burning up. Her fingers felt better and better as they rubbed and pressed between her thighs.

It was like the little zip of excitement she got in the bar when a handsome man smiled at her, or traded some flirty conversation. But a hundred times stronger. A thousand. She was on display for these strangers, and their response was powerful, aggressive, masculine lust. Charlotte's eyes dilated as she stared at the picture of a large black cock on the screen. But not just any erection. One that her body had inspired. One from a man who didn't know her, but wanted to hold her down and fuck the shit out of her until she screamed his name. Her breathing was getting hot and ragged. Her thighs began to tremble.

*Thump**Thump**Thump*

"Hello?" said a snotty voice from outside the stall. "What are you doing in there? You know there's a line, right?"

Charlotte looked at the upper corner of her phone and realized with a feeling of panicked shame that almost ten minutes had passed. She swiftly silenced her notifications and exited the stall with a flaming blush, washing her hands and scurrying out of the bathroom under the disapproving eyes of the women she had kept waiting.

"Hey baby," said Steven as she got back, "I was starting to get worried! You looked all weird and then you were gone a long time."

"Hot dogs," said Charlotte simply, dropping back into the seat beside her boyfriend, "you can't trust them." Behind her, the middle aged woman hid her laugh with a fake coughing fit.

She tried her best not to think about the messages on her phone, but for the rest of the evening, when her mind wandered, the images anonymous internet strangers' dicks would float into Charlotte's brain. She probably wasn't that fun of a date that evening, unfortunately, with her mind wandering and random jolts of inappropriate lust distracting her. But she was also more responsive than usual in bed, which maybe made up for hit. She couldn't stop thinking about the filthy, disrespectful lust of internet strangers as she clawed Steven's back. Imagining anonymous cock as her legs wrapped around him. Thinking about Grace's icy, wicked eyes in the moment of climax.

She checked her phone stealthily again when Steven finally fell asleep.

Over fifty notifications.

...

A few weeks later:

Charlotte felt the dozenth buzz of her phone in her pocket and took a furtive glance around the bar.

All of the customers on this slow evening seemed to be in the middle of drinks and weren't currently paying attention. Which was a mercy. Over the past few weeks, Grace had been demanding new things, some having nothing to do with her Simpspace account. One of Grace's new rules was that she would get to pick what Charlotte wore to work on a daily basis. And Grace had very particular tastes. Short. Tight. Slutty. Charlotte had gone for being popular with the male patrons to being their obsession. She could hardly get a moment's peace. Grace claimed that it was to "get Charlotte used to showing her body", by Charlotte knew it was just because Graace liked to see her squirm.

Right now she wore hip-hugging denim shorts and a tight, pink tee. Grace didn't mention a bra selection with her outfit today, and Charlotte had naively assumed that meant she could choose whatever bra she wanted initially. But she had underestimated Grace; of course the cruel goth hadn't intended Charlotte to wear a bra at all. The piercings of her nipples were painfully obvious against the tight fabric of the shirt, and it hadn't been long until her nipples were stiff enough to be visible as well.

But currently, no one seemed to be focused on their sluttily-dressed bartender. Now was as good a time as any. As an extra precaution, Charlotte ducked into the storeroom before pulling out her phone, her face lighting up from the screen and her plump lower lip lodging firmly between her teeth.