It's Jake. He wants pics

Jake: nice of u to finally respond, Sadie-baby

Jake: if ur really grateful tho, I’ve got something u can do 4 me.

Jake: I was telling some of d boyz bout how hot n slutty Sam’s gf is, but they don’t believe me.

Jake: Go grab ur sexiest underwear and send me some selfies. Don’t let Sam down, slut.

Sadie’s mouth dropped at the texts, not believing Jake could possibly expect her to send nudes for him to show a bunch of strange guys. She wanted to refuse, but she felt herself moving towards her closet and started rummaging through the back of her drawer where she kept her special clothes. Sadie’s heart sank as she realized that her body was once again giving her ****. As she pulled out some lingerie she’d bought last week, Sadie tried to tell herself that she was doing this because the idea of letting Sam down by being a bad girlfriend (again) was too much.

Repeating that to herself over and over, Sadie soon found herself dressed in a set of lacy blue panties and bra, complete with frilly garters. Attaching her phone to a tripod and setting it on a timer, Sadie twirled slowly around as her phone snapped pictures of her barely clothed body.

Groaning to herself, Sadie didn’t even look at the pictures before sending them all to Jake. Putting her phone down again, she practically ripped her underwear off and went to change when she heard another text come in. Heart thumping with dread, she peaked at the text, only to whimper.

Jake: not bad, not bad. A hot piece like u tho, should really be naked. Strip an take sum mor.

Sadie wanted to scream about the unfairness of the request, but her body was already setting up the camera again.

Jake: much betta ho. That’ll get d boyz goin.

Sadie winced at that, her mind racing with the image of a bunch of Neanderthals like Jake jacking off to her picture. Pushing her nerves aside, Sadie typed a worried text to Jake.

Sadie: Please Jake, those photo r just 4 u, right? Ur not rEly going to show them to people, right?

She held her breath for several seconds, only to feel like the air was punched out of her when a group chat popped up.

Unknown 1: u betta believe he showed them, Slut. Damn ur fuckable.

Unknown 2: don’t b fraid baby. u cum in person an I’d treat you noice!

Unknown 3: Sammy boy tapped that ass yet? If not, I’ll pay a hundo for it

Unknown 4: c’mon quit yapping an give us another. Show dat cunt. A ho like u’s gotta b wet 4 us.

Sadie read in horror as a total of seven unknown numbers texted disgusting comments to the chat. Coming back to herself, Sadie mashed the screen on her phone before she could think about it.

Sadie: shut the fuck up! I didn’t send them to u losers!

For a few seconds, the chat fell silent and Sadie felt a surge of victory. Good! She’d finally stood up for herself and it had worked. Her sense of triumph dropped though, when the next texts came through.

Jake: Sadie, Sadie, Sadie. I can’t believe you’d call Sam’s friends losers. That’s so disrespectful.

Jake: Now they all think Sam’s girlfriend is an arrogant bitch.

Jake: You’re making Sam look so bad

Jake: What a horrible girlfriend.

Sadie’s stomach twisted itself into knots when she read the texts. She knew they were ridiculous. It shouldn’t matter what a bunch of jerks that Jake hung out with thought and Sam probably didn’t even know these guys. Still though, the idea that she was being a bad girlfriend filled her with shame and left her queasy.

‘Should I apologize,” Sadie thought to herself. ‘I mean, they were being idiots, but maybe I was a little harsh. Maybe Sam really would be upset. No fuck, I can’t apologize. But maybe… Ughh.’

Her panicked thoughts were only interrupted once her phone dinged again.

Jake: look slut, I no u want to b a good gf, so I’m gonna help

Jake: stop hurtin urself tryin to think an just do what I say

Jake: gather up ur sex toys (I no a bitch like u has them) an send me a pic of them

Sadie actually felt relieved as her body leapt to do what Jake directed and her stomach unknotted. She felt a bit of dread from whatever Jake had planned, but it was still better than the panic she’d felt before.

Rummaging through the drawer where –yes– she did keep some toys, Sadie pulled them out, set them on her bed, and snapped a picture to send to Jake. Just a few seconds later, his reply came through, and her heart jumped at what he was asking, no, telling her what to do.