Chapter 2: The Second Video: A Strip Tease
The next afternoon, the coffee kiosk line felt like a confession booth. When it was his turn, Ella smiled her usual sunbeam. “The usual, Mr. Brad?”
He leaned in, his voice low. “I found something. A video. Of you and Colton.” Her smile froze, then shattered. Her cheeks flushed a deep, painful crimson. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered, her eyes darting.
“You said ‘destroy me,’” he murmured, and watched her breath hitch. She handed him his latte with trembling fingers, unable to meet his gaze. Hours later, his phone buzzed with an unknown number and a video link. He opened it.
Her bedroom was soft, pastel, innocent. She stood in the center, wearing a simple white sundress. She looked directly into the camera, her expression nervous but determined. “You watched,” she said softly, then slowly untied the dress’s bow at her chest. The fabric slid down her body, revealing a lace bra that cupped her full breasts. The contrast was dizzying—the sweet girl next door, undressing with deliberate slowness.
She climbed onto her bed, the mattress dipping under her knees. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, hooking into the sides of her panties. She pulled them down, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of brown curls. “You liked watching me get fucked,” she breathed, her fingers finding her wetness. “But I want you to watch this.” She spread her legs wider, two fingers sliding deep inside herself with a soft, wet sound. Her back arched, and her sweet face contorted with raw need. “I want you to imagine it’s your cock,” she moaned, her hips beginning to grind against her own hand. “I want you to ruin this sweet little pussy for real.”