Bar None Pt 03

A few weeks later...

[How about it, sweet thing? How much would it cost for a private video of you choking on a dildo?]

Of course, the crude request was punctuated with a dick pic. Charlotte sighed, glancing furtively across the kitchen to where Steven stood at the stove, making fried rice for dinner. He was focused on the cooking, so Charlotte took the opportunity to answer.

[Haha, wooowww, that would be super hot! Let me think about it, k?]

There. One more message replied to. It was a new thing this week. Grace now demanded that Charlotte "engage with her audience". In other words, responding politely and encouragingly to even the most demeaning message. It added yet another humiliating layer to this fucked up situation, but it wasn't that bad. Charlotte felt like she had sort of gotten into a groove with her forced Simpspace account. Now that she was used to creating the content, the taboo edge had faded with time.

And she was starting to rake in cash hand over fist. Her Simpspace account combined with her improved tips from the slutty clothes Grace was forcing her to wear at the bar meant that Charlotte had already managed to set aside a sizable chunk of cash in her undie drawer for her lawyer fund.

But she didn't think she was quite there yet. She wanted to be sure she had everything she needed before she pulled the trigger and shook Grace's influence off for good. Besides, the secret content production, crude messages, and dick pics had become almost normal. Even fun. They provided a little zing of sexual excitement in the same way that flirting with customers at the bar had.

And sexual excitement had been a little lacking in her life lately...

Steven sat down beside her, sliding her a plate of crispy fried rice loaded with kimchi and drizzled with Sriracha; her favorite. Charlotte put her hand over her boyfriend's. "Thanks, babe," He flashed her a weary grin, dark circles under his eyes. He had been especially tired and stressed lately, for reasons Charlotte didn't quite understand. Sadly, Steven's mysterious stress was having a negative impact on their sex life. Charlotte had a lot of sympathy for whatever Steven was going through and loved him to pieces, but he simply wasn't satisfying her sexual needs right now.

Just as Steven was about to respond, Charlotte heard a soft *ding* in her pocket, and her heart skipped a beat. It was the special alert noise she had set for Grace. If she took too long to reply, she would be in trouble. If there was one thing that Charlotte had learned over the past few weeks, it was that she should never cross Grace... Not until she was sure she could deliver a crushing blow at least.

"One second babe," said Charlotte, rising smoothly and kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. "Nature calls." Hiding things from Steven was almost second nature to her at this point. She barely felt even a twinge of guilt anymore as she slipped away to the bathroom.

Once the door was safely closed behind her, Charlotte pulled out her phone, praying that Grace was just checking in about Charlotte's next post and it wasn't anything serious.

No such luck.

[What the fuck is this, Cherry? I thought I told you to start engaging with your subscribers.]

At this point, Grace had ceased to call her Charlotte, instead using her porn name exclusively, even in public. Charlotte knew that it was unlikely that anyone would ever make the connection, but hearing Grace call her "Cherry" still sent a shiver of erotic dread down her spine.

[I've been interacting! I've replied to every single fucking DM!] Charlotte texted back swiftly. Being under Grace's thumb could be terrifying. Even if running a Simpspace account could be fun at times, this was the massive, looming downside to the situation. Charlotte's dark, dominant tormentor could be impossible to please sometimes, turning angry at the drop of a hat. Charlotte couldn't even begin to guess what had set the bitch off this time.

[You are a slow fucking learner, Cherry. Address me properly. I won't warn you again.]

Charlotte sighed irritably. Oh yeah. That was another thing that Grace had recently started insisting on. With a sour look on her face, Charlotte texted [Sorry, Mistress]. It felt unnatural and humiliating to call another woman that, like somehow Charlotte was putting herself beneath Grace. But she supposed that was actually a reflection of reality at this point. For now at least. God, she couldn't wait until she hired the best lawyer in the city and showed the smug goth bitch who was boss.

[That's better. But no, Cherry, you aren't obeying your mistress at all. All of this 'tee hee, stop it you bad boys' bullshit isn't the way a fucking porn goddess like Cherry Sweets interacts with her fans. Those poor horny boys are thirsty, and I think it's about time you gave the people what they want.]

Charlotte felt a prickle of apprehension as she stared down at her phone. "Giving the boys what they want" was a terrifying, erotic proposition when you read the filthy requests that poured into Charlotte's DMs on a daily basis. She tried to think of some reply she could send that would change Grace's mind, but she was too slow. Another text followed almost immediately.

[What was the amount you agreed to shake those tiny tits for? Fifty bucks? Let's call that your standard rate. From now on, any guy who offers you fifty dollars or more gets exactly what he asks for. I'll be watching to make sure.]

Charlotte stared down at the phone with her pulse hammering loudly in her ears. Ok, now Grace had gone too far. Charlotte needed to stand up for herself. [No Grace. That's too much. Have you seen what some of these guys have been requesting? I would rather just have you send that video to Steven and take my chances.]

Weirdly, the next thing to come through from Grace wasn't a text. It was an image. For a second, Charlotte didn't know what she was looking at. Then she zoomed in on the picture and her face went pale. It was a massive collage of her Simpspace posts, referenced with photos of her from social media accounts in a convincing effort to prove that she and "Cherry Sweets" were the same person. It also included a selection of Charlotte's juiciest responses to the men flooding her inbox.

Another message from Grace chimed.

[I wonder how interested your future employers and/or love interests would be in this little art project I put together. Maybe you'll be fine. People are sex-positive these days, right?]

Charlotte stared at her screen in dumb horror for a few moments until another text popped in. This couldn't be happening. Grace had just opened up a whole new front of blackmail. Charlotte bit her lip and thought about the bundle of cash she had hidden away in her underwear drawer. Not enough. Not yet. Shit. She might actually need to go along with Grace's sadistic command for the time being and hope things didn't get too extreme.

For some reason, as much as being caught this way scared her, it also filled her with squirming, uncomfortable arousal.

One last message chimed from Grace.

[And I fucking told you to address me properly, Cherry]

...

Tim was hustling back from the kitchen after taking an order when he noticed Grace watching him from the restaurant bar. She sat with a cocktail in front of her, leaning on her elbows with a faint smirk. When she noticed him looking, she beckoned with a slim finger. Tim suppressed a grin and changed course. The customer could wait a few minutes.

The last time Grace had pulled him and his friends aside for a private conversation, it had been excellent news. For them at least. It had been pretty awful news for Charlotte. Seeing Charlotte's sexy little body displayed so shamelessly was well worth the cheap cost of the subscription... and getting her shy deflecting comments in the DMs that proved she was viewing his cock pics was even better.

"Ma'am," said Tim with his best customer service smile as he approached, "is there anything that I can help you with?"

"It's the opposite actually," purred Grace, taking a slow sip of her Cosmo. "As the manager of... our mutual friend, I wanted to let you know about a special promotion we're running for her biggest fans."

Tim's eyes lit up with hunger. "Well... you know how I love to patronize the arts, Grace. I'm all ears."

The tall, dark temptress set down her drink with a click and reached into her purse. "I need something from you first. You've been very generous to my little superstar so far, but I need a donation of a different kind."

She pulled out a small glass vial and held it out to the bemused waiter. "Fill it up."

"With what?" asked Tim blankly. Grace chuckled and reached up, grabbing his collar and whispering into his ear, making his eyes widen in shock. Tim looked over his shoulder, making sure no one else was watching. "What," he asked, a nervous edge creeping into his voice, "right now?"

"You have until I finish my drink," said Grace cooly, releasing his collar with a shrug. "If you aren't interested, I know plenty of guys who will be. Take a bathroom break or something."

Tim still looked unconvinced, so Grace leaned forward and said in a heated whisper, "Trust me... I'll make it well worth your while. This is a special promotion you won't want to miss."

With one last furtive glance around the restaurant, he reached out and took the test tube from her hand.

...

Charlotte told herself it was fine. Grace's demand wouldn't really be the issue she had initially feared.

After all, she only had to fulfill subscriber requests if they specifically offered over fifty dollars. But most conversations didn't start with an offer of money. Charlotte had been able to deflect all requests before money was even discussed.

She leaned forward across the bar holding two beers out to the bar patron. Her brain fizzed and whirred, trying not to think about Grace's latest humiliating directive. It gave the leering patron in front of her a chance to peek down the low cleavage of one of her new shirts. Simultaneously, she could feel Rob's slimy eyes drawn to her backside like a magnet, presented lusciously by the tiny cutoff shorts Grace had bought for her.

The clothes Grace had chosen for her tonight were especially slutty. A deep v-neck shirt pressed tight against her tits and bared her soft, feminine belly, and her shorts were painted onto her wide hips and the juicy curve of her ass.

The appreciative stares of the bar patrons and her pig of a boss were just one more source of the frustrating, endless lust that had taken over her life.

Her phone gave a soft click that meant she had another DM she needed to respond to. She sighed as she collected the money from the customer, anticipating another careful act of misdirection to keep whoever had DM'd her from offering money. It was about time for a break anyway. If she was going to respond to thirsty messages from subscribers, she needed to get out from under the eyes of the horny crowd.

As he turned away, the patron slurred something that Charlotte only half-heard. She suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline. Had the man said, "Thanks, Sweetie?"

Or had it been "Thanks, Cherry?"

The man had already disappeared into the crowd by the time she registered the words. She shook her head and tried to let the strange moment go. She was just hearing things. Had to be. This endless haze of lust was playing tricks on her mind. "I'm on break," she told Rob tersely, not waiting for a reply, and headed back into the storeroom.

When she leaned against a dusty shelf and opened her DMs, she found this one was refreshingly direct and to the point.

[I want you to start posting nude photos.]

Well, say what you would about them, at least Charlotte's subscribers were honest.

[Sorry sweetie, that isn't really the type of content I'm focused on right now! Maybe someday ;P]

It was really too easy. Just a little flirting and a gentle refusal was all that was needed. Charlotte was about to slip her phone back into her pocket when it clicked again. A follow-up DM from the same user.

[I'll donate fifty bucks if you do.]

A shiver of fear and arousal shot through Charlotte. She groaned softly under her breath. Shit! Not this one! Not right now! The request was as unambiguous as it could get. Charlotte stared down at her phone, her heart and mind racing and her body throbbing with a growing filthy heat. She tried to think of something, anything that would get her out of this situation.

But it was no good. The offer had been made, and trying to get her subscriber to retract it would just look like a refusal in her mistress's eyes. Texting Grace herself was no good either. Charlotte had no expectation that Grace would be merciful after she sent that threatening collage the other day.

Charlotte briefly considered springing her escape plan. Maybe she could make an excuse and head home right now. Grab the bundle of cash from her underwear drawer. Call a lawyer.

But she knew in her heart that she didn't have enough yet. And if she went off half-cocked, Grace would find a way to ruin her life. Charlotte was trapped. Powerless. Soon, her subscribers would be surprised and delighted by a brand new style of content. Charlotte's naked body would be ogled by dozens of strange men. The dirty, taboo thought forced a whimper from Charlotte's throat as she wallowed in her pathetic, weak position, feeling the shameful burn of submissive arousal spread through her like a wildfire.

Her break time was over. She needed to get back out there and spend the rest of her evening with the men in the bar appreciating her body beneath her slutty clothes... knowing that a much more intimate examination would happen soon.

Just as she was about to leave the storeroom, Charlotte received a text from Grace.

[Just saw you received your first official task. Congratulations. I'll come over tomorrow and help you with the photoshoot.]

Charlotte took a deep shaky breath, trying to compose herself and cloak her pitiful submissive arousal before going back out in front of the crowd. But first, she needed to respond to Grace.

[Yes, Mistress]

...

Grace arrived so soon after Steven left for work the next day that Charlotte was mildly worried that she could have run into him in the hall. But she didn't have time to worry about that... not when she couldn't stop thinking about why Grace was there.

Grace herself was a vision of cold, dominant beauty today. A tiny black bikini top lay under her mesh shirt, which showed off a sinuous black snake tattoo winding up the side of her pale, toned torso. Below, the outfit was completed by a short flared skirt and tall boots, both black, naturally. Charlotte would have snarkily commented a few weeks ago that Grace ought to be ashamed of herself for dressing so slutty... but she wasn't in a position to judge anymore. The powerful, erotic outfit just made Charlotte's nervous arousal worse. It reminded her strongly of the dominant girls she used to hook up with in college.

"Ready for your close-up, Cherry?" asked Grace with a mocking smirk, examining the tripod Charlotte had already set up by the bed. She slipped Charlotte's phone out of the mount, tossing it to her blackmailed slave casually and replacing it with her own. Charlotte watched her mistress with a worried frown. She knew better than to talk back at this point, but it was a little foreboding that Grace insisted on using her own phone rather than Grace's. It meant that she would have complete access and control over all the raw photos taken today, instead of Charlotte herself.

Grace seemed to have everything ready to her satisfaction. She glanced up at Charlotte and frowned in annoyance, clicking her fingers impatiently. "Why aren't you naked, you dumb slut? Chop fucking chop. I want to explore a couple of poses, and we both know you're smart enough to get them right on the first try."

In that moment, Charlotte felt powerfully conscious of Grace's beauty... of Grace's cold, weighing eyes focused on her body... of her powerful, commanding aura. Grace smirked and rolled her hand in an impatient "get on with it" gesture, and Charlotte realized with a swoop of dark arousal that she was expected to strip right here and now.

Under Grace's glittering, judgemental eyes.

Charlotte tugged her pajama shirt up over her head, bashfully turning away from her watching mistress. The flavor of humiliation was different from her recent exposure to anonymous men. By this point, Charlotte was practically a connoisseur. For one thing, Grace was a live audience, not just a hypothetical faceless crowd behind a screen. But more importantly, Grace was a woman. A powerful, confident woman who Charlotte considered much more attractive than herself. It added a fresh, unfamiliar layer of shame to the act of stripping her pajama shorts down her thick thighs. But strangely, despite Charlotte's usual preference for men, Grace's gender didn't reduce her humiliated arousal at all.

Finally, Charlotte stood naked above a sad little pile of clothes, her hands clasped over her small breasts and rapidly heating pussy. A ridiculous gesture: showing modesty right now was a bad joke when Grace would be photographing every inch of her in mere minutes.

Charlotte held back a gasp as Grace lunged forward without warning, her eyes and smile sharp enough to cut. Charlotte's heart was in her throat and she felt her nipples stiffen hard against her arm as Grace loomed above her, drinking in her captive's body with an expression of cruel hunger.

"Well well," murmured Grace, reaching out a finger to trail down the wide curve of Charlotte's hip, raising goosebumps on her flesh, "You're a chubby little piggy, aren't you? At least you're slutty enough to capture men's interest despite that, huh, Cherry?"

It was a cruel exaggeration. Charlotte was by no means fat, although she carried a few pounds on her soft belly, hips, and ass that she would rather be rid of. But coming from the slim, beautiful goddess looking down at her, the nasty insult struck home, piercing Charlotte through the core... and somehow making her even wetter and hotter under the hand clasped between her thighs.

"On the bed," demanded Grace sharply, finally ending her close examination of Charlotte's body and taking her place behind the camera mount. "It's time to make you a star. Let's start with a showcase of that fat ass. Stick it up in the air. Facing me, please. Then look over your shoulder with your best fuck-me eyes."

"B-but my face will be in the picture!" whined Charlotte as she got onto the bed, at first trying to maintain her shielding grip on her private parts, then finally giving up the pretense. Covering her pussy hadn't made sense to begin with.

Grace sighed in exasperation. "We're going to edit the pictures, dumbass. I'll hide your identity. Don't worry about it. Now show Mistress that butt."

Charlotte, her face blazing with hot shame, bent low, arching her ass upward into a position she knew well from sexual encounters, lewdly presenting herself to the cameras. She turned sharply when Grace snorted with laughter, feeling a stab of shame before she even knew what was so funny.

At first, Charlotte had no idea what Grace was laughing at. Then she realized that Grace's mocking gaze was fixed between her thighs... on her hot, flushed pussy dripping feminine lubrication down her thighs. "Wowww, Cherry," said Grace with a smirk, "Looks like the boys are getting a better show than I thought! I had no idea I turn you on that much!"

Just as Charlotte felt the sting of a fresh wave of shame, Grace snapped a few pictures. Charlotte opened her mouth to protest that she hadn't been ready, but Grace held up a finger to silence her. "Shut up, Cherry. I'm impressed! You managed to luck into a perfect pose. The shock and embarrassment, the beet red face, the dripping pussy... Way better than just a boring old come-hither stare. Really tells a whole story."