Chapter 8
by 
Divine_Distractions
What's next?
A SmartPhone
As your gaze settled on the object in Tracey's hand, you realized it was a smartphone. You felt a momentary pang of unease. Were they planning to record this, to document your submission for posterity or, worse, share it for others to see?
Tracey caught the questioning look in your eyes and smirked, playing with the phone in a teasing manner. "Worried, are we?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mischief.