~~~ The Son ~~~
My inbox is filled with spam, four messages from unknown senders with weird subject lines. It's 7:43 a.m. and my roommate has already left for class and I'm alone in the dorm. Marking spam is super easy, but the subject lines catch my eye and I skim the messages.
Bro, do you know this woman?
Damn she's hot. lol
squirting is the ultimate ability. so amazing
You're a lucky guy, if true, sucks it happeend like this. Oh well that's life.
The first email contains a link to a well-known porn site with the words 'MILF' and 'squirt' in the web address. My first thought is that someone was doxxed and people are spreading the link around. Like most young guys, I love older women. There's a special appeal about them, like you're seeing the forbidden.
I'm thinking it's probably a college professor or a teacher from high school, and current/former students are being perverts by passing it along. It's fucked up to watch, but again, older women are my thing and I'm beyond curious about who it is.
With a sense of guilty excitement, and subdued expectation because it could be regular spam, I click the link and the site loads. The video is a recording of a webcam show. The naked woman is laying sideways on the bed, her face is turned away from the cam to hide her identity, the evening sunlight from the open curtain illuminates her body. She's fully nude and her upper-back and arms look toned, while her ass looks plump. A beautiful combination. She's in a normal looking bedroom and there's a laptop next to her.
The woman's body trembles and her legs flail whenever a customer tips and something inside her vagina starts to buzz. The video is long and I skip around, seeing her body tremble with pleasure at different points.
Maybe it's the early morning hour, maybe it's the purposefully dim lighting in the video, but something comes to mind that I should have noticed sooner.
I recognize that bedroom. The gray walls, the dark headboard, the white sheets, the expensive pillow cases with flower designs. I even recognize the woman's hair and toned body, though I'd never seen her nude before. I pause the video. The only thing I can do is call my sister and see if she's gotten the same video.
~~~ The Mother ~~~
Another client sent a notice that my services won't be needed anymore. I'm a travel planner for people with high net worths. I specialize in arranging honeymoons, leisure, and a variety of private events. I know all the hot spots in the 200 mile radius of the Florida area, where I live.
Two weeks ago my face accidentally appeared on my webcam stream. That's when it all went downhill. Someone ran a facial scan and figured out my identity because my professional headshots are posted on numerous business websites. Those before/after pictures of me were posted on a porn site, fully dressed on one side, nude on the other.
I'd gotten nasty emails, so did my clients. My lawyer handled things right away and got my nudes taken down, but the damage to my reputation was done and I'll never get that back. I have no idea how many people in my social circle know about this. As for my family, they're tight lipped. They must know how hard this has been for me.
My career came crashing down because most of my clients are well-known conservatives and they'd rather not be associated with me. The last thing they need is to be linked with a 'sex worker' during election seasons. It makes me cringe to think of myself as a 'sex worker' because it was never about the money. I used to be a political consultant, by the way, that's how I made all these connections.
One thing I'd like to clarify is that I'm not a sexual deviant. I'm not a pervert. I don't have loose morals, in fact I'm very religious. I'm an everyday career woman who donates lots of money to charitable causes. I've always followed the rules and I've dedicated my life to being the best parent possible.
But the fact is, I'm human, and humans have desires. These are mine. I love being an exhibitionist, I love squirting on camera for a private audience. For the last few years, the online community gave me an outlet to express myself and my physical gifts. It was my safe space, a place of comfort. Until recently, of course.
My flight lands in the Bahamas where a prospective client has requested to meet me. I'm desperate to salvage what's left of my career. On a typical year I'd earn between $2 million and $3 million dollars from my travel planning business, now I'm lucky to earn a fraction of that.
That's why it's puzzling that someone would want to meet me. This person is a friend of a friend, so I know there's legitimacy here. I've never met this person, but I know the name. Elites tend to operate in the same circles.
At the airport a chauffeur takes my bags and gives me a ride to the Baha Mar resort. The hot sun feels good on my face. I love being here, I love the people and the atmosphere. Even if this business meeting doesn't work out, at least I have a few days booked at the luxury resort.
I check into my room, rest for a while and freshen up, then I meet Eduardo for lunch. Right away he seems like a personable guy. Mid-40's and he's made a fortune in the shipping business across the American continent. We shake hands in the lobby near the restaurant and his smile is magnetic. I wonder if he's seen explicit images of me, which is disturbing, but I have to swallow my pride. This is my new reality.
The restaurant is busy and we're led to a private room in the back. Food is already ordered and he charms me. We're served an expensive cut of steak and the conversation flows, the man can talk. Halfway through lunch, he puts his fork and knife down and looks at me, then I do the same.
"I like you," he says. "People only have great things to say about you. Shame about what happened."
The bombshell I suppose I've been waiting for. My new reality, both personal and professionally. I give a simple smile and pretend I'm fine, because he's the best option I've got and it's important to look dignified.
"Yeah, that was a shame," I say. "None of that was ever intended to be public. That's not the kind of person I am, and I hope you know that."
My canned response, even my facial expression was rehearsed. He gives me calming words and expresses his understanding of the situation.
"So, you do event planning? Tell me about this."
"Absolutely. Over the last decade, I've carved out my expertise in making unforgettable experiences. From honeymoons to vacations, and even orchestrating social and political fundraising events specific to this region. I take great pride in what I do and my reputation precedes me."
"That's lovely. I have family in Argentina who plan on moving here. You know, my sister is getting married and we could use this type of service. I am very family oriented, as you'll come to discover."
"Argentina is gorgeous, I've been there twice. And congrats to your sister. You must be very proud."
"I am. Family is everything. Tell me, are you a family woman?"
"With all my heart."
He leans forward, his confidence seems to go down a peg for whatever reason.
"I've estimated the kind of money you make annually," he says. "This is based on conversations I've had with your clients, or former clients, I should say. I would like to pay you $3 million dollars a year as a flat fee. I have a large family and many friends that would appreciate your service."
The offer is music to my ears and I try to stay composed, but then his voice sinks to just above a whisper. He starts talking about what a beautiful family I have, Caleb and Isabel, and how close we must be. I'm very active on social media, particularly Instagram, and he's seen the pictures. My accounts are locked by the way, ever since I was doxxed. Eduardo sent me a friend request a while ago and I accepted.
