Chapter 18: The Social Media Post
The silence after Megan’s words stretched, thick and heavy. Aidan lay between them, the reality of her claim seeping into his bones like damp. Sasha’s gentle gratitude was a stark contrast to the iron in Megan’s voice. He felt split, a ship moored between two opposing docks.Then Megan moved. She slid from the bed, her naked body a silhouette against the cluttered desk as she snatched up her phone.The screen lit her face with a cold, digital glow. She swiped, tapped, and then turned back, a predator’s smile playing on her lips.
“Look,” she said, thrusting the phone before his eyes.He had to focus. The video was close, shockingly intimate. His own pale hips, the thick, veined shaft of his cock, glistening wet as it plunged into the dark, glistening folds of Sasha’s pussy. Her moans, breathy and high, filled the tiny room from the phone’s speaker.The angle was deliberate, vulgar. It was Sasha’s face in the corner of the frame, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, mouth agape.
His eyes flicked to the caption.He read it once, then again, the words burning into his brain.
‘Are you a black female student tired of being at the bottom of society? For reparations get pleasured by a huge white cock.Scared of telling your boyfriend your filthiest fantasy? We will make it come true, whether it involves gagging, anal, submission, or cum play, get your filthiest, dirtiest fantasies come true from a monstrously long and thick white cock.’
A cold wave of shock washed over him, followed instantly by a scalding rush of shame. This was a violation.This was exploitation.Of him, of Sasha, of some twisted political narrative. He opened his mouth to protest, to demand she take it down.But his body betrayed him. A savage, twitching hardness erupted in his groin, his cock stiffening against his thigh with such sudden violence it felt like a separate entity. The sheer audacity of it, the reduction of him to a tool, a literal instrument of “reparation”—it was horrifying. It was also, undeniably, the most potent fucking aphrodisiac he’d ever encountered.
Megan’s laugh was a short, sharp crack. “Look at you,” she sneered, her eyes dropping to his throbbing erection.“Already hard?You’re such a slut. A big, dumb, perfect slut.”
She pocketed her phone and nodded to Sasha. “Get on your knees.Suck him clean.I can hear my phone buzzing from here. We’ve got a queue.”
Sasha, without a moment’s hesitation, slipped from the bed and knelt on the stained carpet between his legs. Her eyes were wide, not with fear now, but with a dazed obedience.She took him in her small hands, guiding the angry red head to her lips.
Aidan gasped as her warm mouth enveloped him. Her tongue swirled, lapping at the remnants of their earlier sex, tasting herself and Megan on him. The sensation was electric, compounded by the surreal horror of the moment.He was being cleaned for the next customer. The thought made his cock jump in her mouth.“Good girl,” Megan said, watching with analytical pleasure. She scrolled through her phone.“Yeah.DMs are flooding in. A lot of ‘is this real?’ A few calling me a race traitor.” She grinned.“And three solid leads. One wants to be dominated.One’s curious about anal but scared. And one…” She looked up, her eyes gleaming.“One wants to watch her best friend get broken in first. Tonight.”
Sasha took him deeper, gagging slightly before relaxing her throat. The filthy, submissive act, the clinical discussion of his schedule—it all coalesced into a tight ball of lust in his gut.
Megan stepped closer, running a hand through his hair, then fisting it lightly. She tugged his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze. “This is what you are now,” she said, her voice low and convincing.“You’re not Professor Walker in here. You’re not Catriona’s gentle friend.You’re a fucking service animal. A big-dicked reparations payment. You’re going to spend your days teaching stars and your nights fucking my friends senseless.You’re going to fulfill every nasty little dream they’ve been too ashamed to whisper. And you’re going to love it.Look at you. You’re dripping for it.”
He was. Pre-cum beaded at his tip, and Sasha licked it away with a whimper.“Do you understand?” Megan’s grip tightened.He couldn’t speak. He just nodded, a desperate, defeated, and wildly excited nod.
“Good.” She released his hair.“Finish in her mouth.She needs to learn to swallow.Then shower. You smell like sex and guilt.” She turned back to her phone.“I’ll order pizza. It’s going to be a long day.”
Aidan’s hips began to move of their own volition, fucking gently into Sasha’s eager mouth. He watched her, this sweet girl from last night, now diligently servicing him, her cheeks hollowed. The obscenity of the video, the caption, the queue—it all fed the fire. His hand went to the back of her head, not forcing, but guiding.
“That’s it, Sasha,” he heard himself murmur, his voice rough.“Take it all. You’re so good at this.”
Her muffled moan vibrated along his shaft.He felt the tension coiling, unstoppable. With a choked cry, he pulled her head firmly onto him and erupted.Heat pulsed down her throat in thick streams. She gagged, but held, swallowing convulsively until he was spent.
She pulled off, gasping, a trickle of white escaping the corner of her mouth. She looked up at him, dazed, used, and oddly proud.Megan’s phone rang. She answered, her voice switching to a bright, casual tone.“Hey! Yeah, he’s available… Uh-huh, the video’s real… No, he’s not a creep, he’s fucking gorgeous and he’ll ruin you in the best way… Seven o’clock?Perfect. See you then.”
She ended the call and looked at Aidan, who was still catching his breath, Sasha curled at his feet.“Jada and her friend Chloe. Seven PM.” Megan smiled.“Chloe’s the virgin.Jada wants to watch. She asked if you’d let her film it for her private collection.” She walked over and crouched, tracing the line of his jaw.“I told her yes.And I told her you’d be gentle. At first.”
The shower’s drip in the corner of the room was the only sound. Aidan looked from Megan’s triumphant face to Sasha’s devoted one, then down at his own body, already stirring again with anticipation.The path behind him had vanished. There was only this room, this purpose, this deeply wrong and electrifying new truth.He was theirs. And a queue was forming.