So, longer chapters, here we go (kind of). Many of you asked so I'll follow your suggestion. Still I didn't want to mess with the rhythm of the story, and the way I close a chapter and open a new one matters a lot to me, so I just decided to publish two chapters as part of the same entry. Let's see how that works for you.
And thanks for the feedbacks as always.
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Chapter 7
"We need to take a few small steps before you can really dive into it."
A few steps between her and the living room. It shouldn't be so hard right? Even dressed as she is, given what she has to do. She just had to take a few steps and then everything else would have been out of her hands. More or less.
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Alex and DarkPassenger had been chatting for almost an hour. She didn't notice how fast time was passing by, drawn as she was into the conversation. He wanted her to describe some scenarios that would have turned her on, her favourites, the ones that pushed her over the edge. She kept tormenting her pussy the whole time, denying herself a long desired orgasm.
She was telling him about an outfit including a stretch almost transparent skirt, so short the cease of her butt would be visible as she was standing, and a crop top reaching no lower than the bottom of her breasts, when he suddenly asked her some information about her life.
Alex didn't want to give away the details of course, but she thought it would have been safe enough to tell him she had been living with another girl for two years now. For a while they spoke about Laura, her roomie, and then they moved to Alex's job.
She was pretty evasive and managed to shift the topic to her habits on clothing, going out, and sport.
"It's good to know you a little bit more, Alex. This way I can be a better travel companion." that's what he wrote as a final remark to that long conversation.
A travel companion. He sincerely thought of himself that way? Or was it just a euphemism to shield himself behind a hypocritical definition? Or to avoid scaring her away?
And why didn't he scare her away? Why was she doing this? There was another choice, right? There was always another choice, no matter how intricate the web she got herself into. If only she could just grasp it, have a single lucid moment in that blur of lust and fear.
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Alex was overthinking, it happened all the time when she felt the urge to chicken out of something. Once again she was trying to find a way out. A voice in the back of her head kept whispering there had to be one. It was right in front of her, behind the self-fabricated walls of her dream fantasy coming true.
Wasn't it just what she wanted all along? Being denied the chance of running away from her own desires?
The only thing Alex can see now is the corridor and the living room door. She is a few seconds away from what it looks like the first real consequence of her little game. What will Laura think of her?
Until now she hasn't done anything too obvious, right? Her everyday life wouldn't be affected by going to work braless once. Nobody knows anything about what she has actually done today or the night before. Nobody she knows could think any less of her. Nobody could imagine.
But now.
*New Dare from DarkPassenger*
They had been chatting until a second before. The notification came up unexpectedly, and Alex clicked almost inadvertently.
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New Dare from DarkPassenger
Collect all your bras in a bag. Leave out just your sexiest bra. Wear it with nothing else on top of it. Once you are ready you have to follow these simple instructions to complete the dare:
- You can't wear any other kind of top apart from that bra unless you have to leave your apartment.
- You can't spend more than 15 minutes in your bedroom until you are ready to go to sleep.
- The next time you go out, bring your bag of bras to charity or to a recycling bank.
You have 3 minutes to accept this dare.
Proof of completion:
- a picture of you wearing your sexiest bra,
- a live streaming from your bedroom to show how much time you will spend there until your bedtime,
- a video of you giving away your bras.
Failing to thoroughly provide any of these proofs will result in failing the dare.
Time left to complete the dare: 6 hours
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It was hard to focus on the dare and all its implications given the little time she had to answer. And there was only one possible answer: *Suggest an improvement*.
Alex's mind went blank. Too many thoughts bouncing from one corner of her brain to another, crashing, exploding, making her unable to give shape to any coherent response.
SluttyAlex: You sent me a dare.
DarkPassenger: That's what we are doing here. Are we not?
SluttyAlex: I wasn't prepared.
DarkPassenger: You better get up to speed with Turnons, Alex. Failing doesn't seem like an option for you right now.
Come on, be practical now.
SluttyAlex: I don't know what kind of improvement I could suggest. My penalty demands that I suggest something.
DarkPassenger: I anticipated it. It's natural being your first time. I'm here to help. I'll give you 2 options. You can pick the one you feel more comfortable with, I will accept either. Next time maybe you will come up with something.
SluttyAlex: Yes, thank you.
Couldn't she avoid this silly servile attitude? There was something subtly erotic in thanking a stranger for pushing her down a bit further. But the condescending assumption that by doing it he was 'helping her', that was deviant.
DarkPassenger: Option 1: Follow the same instructions for your bras *and* pants. Option 2: Follow the same instructions for your bras *and* panties.
She didn't reply. She was actually considering her options. Alex had to get her priorities straight. All of this would have ended. She had to think of the short term consequences. She couldn't let her arousal jeopardise her life could she? Who cares if she gave away some pants, she would have bought more, but she couldn't wear just her underwear when Laura was around. The bra part was already going to be weird enough, even if she might have found her way around it already.
Alex typed in the suggestion. DarkPassenger accepted it.
DarkPassenger: Start your streaming now and better hurry: you don't have much time to spend there now.
Fuck, he was right.
She quickly set up her laptop on the bed facing the door and started the streaming.
In front of her wardrobe Alex didn't have to think not even for a second about what she was doing. Her sexiest bra was an open cup her ex-boyfriend bought her. She had never worn it since the break-up. She was not gonna wear it in front of Laura. She pushed it in a bag along with the others, leaving out a black bra with some sheer parts that didn't give away too much, something sexier than her regular plain bra, still she had been wearing it even for work sometimes.
There were a few bras in her laundry bag, but she decided to leave them there: DarkPassenger couldn't actually check on her, he had to trust her to some degree.
Cheating a little won't do any harm if she couldn't get caught after all.
Once the bag of bras was ready, Alex started collecting all her pants. She checked her phone: a Turnons notification said *Live Streaming 00:06:22*.
