Deeper

L: Why do you say that?

H: Idk.

L: Oh, don't play coy now. Tell me.

H: It just hot to think about it all.

L: In what way?

H: I dont know what you mean.

L: Like thinking about it in the abstract, or theoretically?

H: I guess theoretically...

L: Hmmm, so you think it would be hot if I tied you up and whipped you.

L: I see those dots.

H: It might be.

L: Took you long enough.

H: It's embarrassing. It's crazy to think picture you like that.

A picture appears on the screen of Layla, but not like you've seen her before. She's wearing a tight, formfitting leather bustier, with her long blonde hair up off her shoulders in a tight ponytail. Her already impressive chest only looks better, as if they scored the bonus question to earn 101/100. Ethan notes the picture is only of her waist up.

L: Like this?

H: Holy fuck.

H: Do you just have that?

L: The picture or the top?

H: Both?

L: Well the picture is from a few months ago. But I could make you a fresh one if you'd like.

L: Would you like?

H: Yes.

L: Ask me.

H: I'd like a fresh picture please.

Another picture of Layla. This time she's wearing what appears to be a bra, but with metal ornamentation. Her hair is tied back, a little less tight than in the last photo, suggesting she just threw it up. The cherry on top is in her hand she's holding what looks like a length of black rope.

H: Jesus christ.

L: Your turn.

H: What?

L: You like that you see don't know? Then show me how much you like it.

H: How?

L: You know how.

Ethan scrolls to see a picture from a weird angle. It takes a moment to parse out what he's looking at but realizes it's a haphazardly self-taken panty shot, and those panties are very familiar. And very wet.

L: Naughty, naughty. Getting that wet from a few photos?

L: You must be a bigger little slut than I thought.

H: I'm not.

L: You are. I can tell. It took a while, but I've figured you out.

L: I've been fucking little sluts like you since before you were born. You can't fool me.

H: Okay fine i'm a little slut. Whatre you going to do about it?

L: I'd take you home and train you.

H: O rly?

L: Mhm.

L: I'd have you kneeling and licking my boots before the day is done.

H: Tall claim.

L: Well I'm a tall woman. :P

H: Lol.

H: Nice. Okay, well what makes you think I'd let you?

L: I'm sure you've got some bite, puppy. But I've broken harder bitches than you.

H: :O

H: Oh wow. You're serious.

L: Very serious.

H: Anything else youre hoping to do to me?

L: Well. If I let my ambitions flex a little, it might be cute to get a playmate for you.

H: ?

L: I'm quite selfish. I don't think one pet one be enough.

H: Hmmm, well I might be more than you can handle :P

H: But theoretically, where would you find another pet so eager and willing?

L: Ethan would surely be willing.

H: Ooo, hot idea.

H: But good luck with that.

L: Already partly there.

H: ?

L: I've already fucked him once.

H: What?

L: Ask him.

H: You ducking whore!

L: Took you long enough.

H: What the fuck is the matter with you?

L: Are you going to let a little ex-boyfriend fucking stand in the way of having some fun?

H: I thought you were my friend.

L: I am your friend.

H: Well youre not fucking acting like it.

H: You fucked ethan.

H: And he straight up admitted it.

L: I understand you're confused. But you were open to the idea.

H: I wasnt open to this cunt!

L: Take a few days and reflect. If you still feel the same Ethan and I will aplofize and I'll do my best to set things right. But if you have other ideas, just say the word.

H: Fuck you.

L: I'll be waiting.

The last three messages came in much later based on the timestamps.

H: Fuck it.

H: I'm game if Ethan is.

L: I'll see what I can do. He might be a tough sell. Talk soon.