A stranger

I didn't know who she was, but she was about my age and quite beautiful. It was like one of those formal head-and-shoulder shots. Her hair fell in a relaxed manner onto her olive tee, and her face was scrunched up into a confused expression. Suddenly she moved. I jerked backward into the headrest of my bed. This was the first time I saw an app icon move, and it was a realistic picture of girl!

I tapped on the app. It opened, showing the same girl at a dining table, her right hand holding with a slice of toast, her phone in the left. It looked much like a normal dining room. How am I getting this footage? The camera would have to be obviously above her, maybe mounted onto a drone or something. More importantly, what exactly was this about?

I tapped the chat button, to the right of the screen. To make sense of this I might as well try it out.

Me: "Hi"

The girl looked even more confused from the footage. Then her bewildered eyes shot upward, as if searching for something.

Finding nothing, she went back to the screen and typed something.

Anna: "Who are you?"

Me: "Uh, I'm John. You're Anna?" I lazily typed. Maybe this was one of those AI girlfriend -

I suddenly jolted out of the bed. That was Anna, in real time. Typing. Which means I must be on her screen too. I scanned my ceiling for any sort of camera, but there was nothing. Thank goodness I was wearing boxers.

Me: "Am I on your screen?"

Anna: "Yeah"

Me: "What the hell is this?"

Anna paused and shut her phone. Shit. Get on your fucking phone! Then she looked left and right, and behind her, then picked up her phone again.

Anna: "I don't know!"

Anna: "Am I on your screen too?"

I looked upward, and nodded.

Anna looked upward too, and said something. I couldn't hear her.

Anna: "Can you hear me?"

Me: "No"

Anna: "Okay this is weird"

Below the chat button was another button with a heart on it. I tapped it, and a menu opened up.

Pick one:

- Anna must not wear panties today

- Anna must orgasm within the next 10 minutes

- Custom: __________________________

Wait, does that mean I would be able to watch? Seeing that, my dick started rising - the morning wood was still a little fresh - when I received a new text from Anna.

Anna: "John? What are you doing? What does it say?"

Anna: "Mine says something about it not being my turn."

I sunk my head into my hands. Is this real? I suppose it was asking me to pick a command. A command for this girl? What does that mean? Does that mean she has to, like, really do it?

Anna: "What??? John what is going on tell me?!?"

I was going to press the second option, when I felt a sudden guilt. Anna sat there, both hands gripping her phone now, in a state of distress.