Brenda and Shelley-Ann

They’re an odd pair. Brenda is short and stout with a curly brown bob hairstyle, a stern face and perfunctory lingerie. Shelley-Ann is a tall, blonde and lanky part-time model and aspiring Instagram influencer. Shelley-Ann is dressed like a high class escort in stylish red lingerie and high heels. Natalia reads through their questionnaires. Brenda writes that she is in a foul mood, she wants the sex to be quick, and she finds Shelly-Ann’s vocalisations during sex to be extremely off-putting. Shelly-Ann writes she is always horny, but she can’t cum without ass play while live-streaming via a selfie-stick. "And they say opposites attract," Natalia says under her breath.

Brenda and Shelley-Ann walk over to the bed where they sit and kiss tenderly. The women start to undress each other, first with their eyes, then with their hands. Shelley-Ann attempts to fondle Brenda’s breasts through her lycra sports bra. Brenda immediately loses patience, tugs her own bra off with a swift movement and a gruff sigh, and shoves her nipples into Shelley-Ann’s face. Slightly taken aback, Shelley-Ann indulges Brenda momentarily with a cursory tonguing of her nipples before turning her back on Brenda to face her iPhone.

“Fans,” Shelley-Ann says, “Are you ready for Brenda to remove my bra?" She studies the metrics of disembodied likes on her phone screen and then answers her own question, “Yes! Yes they are."

"Did anybody ask me if I was?” says Brenda.

"Don't be a fucking bitch, Brenda!" says Shelley-Ann. "Do your fucking job and take my bra off."

Monika grabs the remote to the CCTV screen, pauses the live feed and inches back frame by frame. She zooms in on Shelley-Ann's chest. "Hey, do you see the nipples go really hard when she scolds Brenda?"

Monika advances at half speed. Shelley-Ann now sounds demonic as she slurs, "Don't be a fucking bitch!"

Paulina remarks, "Definitively. At least a 30% expansion of nipple protrusion there."

"Check her questionnaire," Monika says excitedly to Natalia. "Did Shelley-Ann say anything about getting turned on by dishing out humiliation?”

Natalia skim read's Shelley-Ann’s questionnaire. “Yes!” she exclaims. “Shelly-Ann wrote that she finds it arousing when she can humiliate another woman in front of a camera with a live audience.”

"Holy shit!” replies Monika. “And is Brenda down with that?” Paulina chimes in, “Well, it's not exactly something Brenda could say no to." A burst of noise pulls their attention back to the CCTV screen.

“Fuck that," says Brenda, "I won't have some wannabe no-name bitch trying to fuck with my head live on the internet!"

Shelley-Ann asks her audience to excuse her for a moment. She turns back around to Brenda and barks, “Who are you calling a wannabe no-name bitch, you worthless piece of trash. Unless you want to be replaced with one of my many online fans, you’d better take off my bra. Then shove it in your mouth cause I’m sick of your whining.”

The screen cuts to static, then back on with a crackle. Brenda's face is scrunched up in anger. "Brenda!" Monika glares at the CCTV screen.

"Just do it already, for the science!" shouts Paulina.

"Yeah, deal with this," Monika yells.

As if she had heard them and reluctantly acquiesced, Brenda spits out, "Fine, I'll do it." She unclasps Shelley-Ann’s bra without ceremony then puts in in her mouth, crossing her arms over her chest in a show of discontent. Still, Brenda doesn't attempt to spit the bra out, keeping it in her mouth as she lays herself face down on the bed, burying her head in a pillow. Shelley-Ann uses Brenda’s silence and blindness as an opportunity for mischief. She steps back to retrieve a large paddle from one of the tables.

“Fuck yes!” Paulina yells at the CCTV screen. “Someone’s gonna get beat till she’s raw and sorry!”

Shelley-Ann begins smacking Brenda’s butt with the paddle. She pauses between stokes to check on her live viewer count and blow kisses at her followers. As she smacks Brenda harder, the noise of paddle on flesh starts to replace the atmosphere of hostility.

At the same time, Natalia realises she has stopped taking notes. 'Ah, that's right,' she thinks. 'I was warned that arousal may distract me from my academic purpose.' Shelley-Ann begins to speak. "Do you want me to stop?" It's ambiguous as to who the intended recipient is for Shelley-Ann's question, which proves to be rhetorical anyway as she doesn't wait for a response before whacking Brenda's hide some more. "Or do you want me to fuck you in the ass with a strap-on?" Natalia, Monika and Pauline exchange glances of confusion amidst the moral ambiguity of this situation.

With a low growl, Brenda replies. "Yes . . . I want you to fuck me in the ass with a strap-on."

Shelley-Ann pauses.”If I do so, will you promise to tell my fans how much you liked it?.”

Brenda sounds defeated. "Yes . . . I promise."

Shelley-Ann looks at her camera. She smiles and gives a ‘thumbs up’ signal. She walks over to the table and surveys the range of strap-on cocks. “What strap-on do you want me to fuck your ass with Brenda? Big or small? Soft or hard? Bumpy or smooth? Passive or vibrating?”

"I want it to be big . . . and hard . . . and in my ass."

"I'll get the biggest and hardest then," Shelley-Ann says as she picks up an enormous black strap-on and holds it up to the camera for her audience to admire. "This beauty should fit you just right."

Natalia takes note of the fact that while this exchange has been taking place, she has been sensing a tingling feeling inside and around her own ass. She decides to revisit this thought later. Shelley-Ann begins to sodomise Brenda with the strap-on. A torrent of misogyny and racism comes spilling out of Shelley-Ann's mouth: "Take it up your ass, you butt slut! Open up for Big Tyrone! He's banging at your back door! Finger-fuck your dirty pussy while I ram your asshole, you big black cock ho! Big Tyrone’s invited his best buddy Jamal to tap a bit of that sweet white ass of yours."

"Well, that was unexpected," Natalia thinks aloud.

"I'm certainly not woke, but I can't listen to this," Paulina exclaims.

"Observe without judgement," Monika advises.

Brenda can’t comply with Shelley-Ann's demand because both her hands are busy pressing the pillow into her ears to drown out the sound of Shelley-Ann’s ranting: "I'm ramming it up your ass, you fucking whore! Get ready, here it comes! AARGH! AAARGH! AAAARGH!"

Natalia observes, "How curious. Shelley-Ann is simulating an orgasm." The trio of researchers are frozen in their seats, transfixed by this spectacle. Monica says, “That’s no simulation. Shelley-Ann is actually cumming.” Paulina says, “How the actual fuck is that possible?” Monica replies, "I don't know. But there it is. That's why it's so fucking crazy."

Natalia lights up as a hypothesis assembles in her mind. "Ah! Shelley-Ann said she needed ass play and live streaming to cum. But she never specified whose ass! She's got herself off vicariously slut-shaming Brenda while reaming her backdoor. This could be a significant scientific breakthrough!”

Shelley-Ann is seen on the CCTV cameras wiping her brow in between taking deep breaths and attempting to slow her heart rate. She notices her iPhone is still streaming, blows a kiss and ends the broadcast. “You’re so wild, Brenda,” Shelley-Ann calmly says as she puts her lingerie back on. “You’re so special to me.”

“What?” Brenda lifts her head out of the pillow. But she gets no answer, as Shelley-Ann has already left the room.