Julia Must Destroy Claudia

It was already past midnight when Julia finally came home.

She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it for a moment. Her body felt heavy and dirty. She was still wearing the same dress she’d had on that evening, but it no longer fit right—it was wrinkled, askew, and damp in places. Between her legs, she could still feel the men’s semen, which was slowly flowing out of her and dripping down her inner thighs.

She went into the bathroom, took off the dress, and just let it fall to the floor. In the mirror, she saw herself: her hair was tousled, her makeup smudged. Remnants of dried semen were still stuck to her breasts and stomach. Everything between her legs was red and swollen. She smelled of sex, sweat, and strange men.

Julia stared at her own body for quite a while without really feeling anything. It wasn’t the first time she’d come home like this. But today it felt different. Worse. Because this time she hadn’t just been fucked—but because Claudia had deliberately handed her over to the men she’d bought.

She took a long, hot shower, but the feeling of having been used wouldn’t go away. As the water ran over her body, she thought of the men’s faces. Of the CFO. Of Peter, who had stood there watching. Of the ropes that had moved her like a puppet.

When she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, she suddenly felt a cold, hard resolve within her.

She’d had enough.

Enough of just reacting. Enough of Claudia always being one step ahead. Enough of her own body betraying her time and again while others were in control.

She needed better material.

Julia sat in her room, staring at the screen. The deepfakes she had so far were good—but not good enough. Not for what she had in mind now. She needed new, fresh material. Something that was truly convincing. Something that looked as if Claudia had really done it.

She had become increasingly radicalized over the past few days. After everything Claudia had done to her—the sauna, the company party, the way she’d left her at the mercy of the men—something inside Julia had finally snapped. She no longer cared how many people she dragged into this. The main thing was that she got better footage.

She had decided to shoot the footage right in Claudia’s office.

Not because it was particularly clever. But because it was meant to be an additional humiliation for Claudia—and because the deepfakes simply looked better when the background was real. Claudia’s desk. Claudia’s chair. Claudia’s office. That would look much more convincing later, when she swapped the face.

Julia had picked out an employee. Nothing special. A guy from logistics, in his mid-thirties, married, rather unremarkable. She’d approached him a few days ago, dropped a few hints, and then told him pretty directly what she wanted. He’d been surprised—but not averse to the idea. Especially not after she’d told him that it would remain “discreet” and that she’d treat him well.

She’d told him it was for a “bold photo shoot” for a private project. That she wanted to get fucked on Claudia’s desk and that it was going to be filmed. He’d hesitated, but in the end he agreed. Julia was pretty sure he was doing it mainly for the thrill—and because she’d made it clear to him that there would be no consequences for him.

She was now sitting on her bed, cell phone in hand, texting him the final details.

Julia:

Tomorrow evening, 7:30 p.m. Claudia’s office. The door will be open—I’ll make sure of it. Take your time. I want it filmed properly. Multiple cameras. I want good footage.

Colleague:

Are you sure? That’s her office…

Julia:

Yes. That’s the point. Be on time.

She put her phone away and leaned back. She knew this was risky. Very risky. But she didn’t care anymore. She’d already been with too many men. One more wouldn’t make any difference. And she needed the footage.

While she was still thinking about how best to position the cameras, the doorbell rang. It was Peter.

He came in, looked at her, and said without beating around the bush:

“You’re planning something. I can tell. And whatever it is—it’s stupid.”

Julia glanced at him briefly and replied calmly:

“I need better footage. And I’ll get it from where it hurts the most.”

Peter rubbed his temple.

“Julia… you’re on a very dangerous path right now. Claudia already tore you apart last time. If you go into her office now and do something like that…”

Julia cut him off.

“I know what I’m doing. And I’m willing to take the risk.”

Peter looked at her for a long moment, then just sighed.

“Then I hope for your sake that you know what you’re doing. Because this time, Claudia won’t just fight back. She’ll destroy you if she catches you.”

Julia didn’t answer. She just stared at the screen, which showed a floor plan of Claudia’s office.

She had already made up her mind.

Tomorrow evening, she would let herself be fucked on Claudia’s desk—and have it filmed. And if everything went well, in a few days she’d have the best deepfake footage she’d ever had.

No matter how risky it was.

It was shortly after seven in the evening when Julia entered the office building. Most of the employees had already left. Only a few lights were still on in some offices. She was carrying a large bag over her shoulder and moved calmly and purposefully through the hallways, as if she had business there.

Claudia’s office was on the top floor. Julia had already gotten the key earlier—through a roundabout route involving the property management company and an employee who owed her a favor. The door opened quietly.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Claudia’s office was large and modernly furnished. A large dark-wood desk stood in the center of the room, with two visitor chairs in front of it. Along one wall hung a large bookshelf with file folders and a few personal items. On the desk were a laptop stand, a few pens in a holder, and a single photo of Richard in a silver frame.

Julia set her bag on the floor and immediately began her preparations.

First, she took out three small, inconspicuous cameras. She placed one on the bookshelf across from the desk so that it had a clear view of the entire desk area. She mounted the second one on one of the visitor chairs using a small tripod—slightly elevated and positioned from the side to capture close-ups of Julia’s upper body without showing her face. She placed the third camera directly under the desk, angled slightly upward but positioned so that one could see exactly what was happening.

She tested all three cameras one after another with her cell phone and made sure the image was in focus and the sound was being recorded clearly. Then she set up a small additional lamp that provided soft, warm light—not too harsh, but bright enough so the footage wouldn’t turn out too dark.

Once the cameras were set up, Julia slowly took off her clothes. She neatly folded her blouse, skirt, and underwear and placed them on one of the visitor chairs. Then, wearing only a long, open coat, she climbed onto Claudia’s desk.

She sat down on the edge first and let her legs dangle. Then she slowly leaned back until her upper body was lying flat on the tabletop. She spread her legs and placed her feet on the two visitor chairs so that she was lying with her legs wide open. The position was chosen deliberately—she wanted the videos to clearly show later exactly how she was being fucked on Claudia’s desk.

Julia lay there like that for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Her heart was beating calmly but steadily. She felt neither excitement nor fear anymore—only a cold, clear determination.

She stood up again, took a small bottle of lube out of her bag, and placed it within reach on the desk. She had already prepared herself. Her body gave her away once again—she was wet. Then she picked up her cell phone and sent a short message to the logistics employee:

Julia:

I’m in the office. The door is open. Come in when you get here. No small talk.

She set her phone on the desk and put her coat back on, leaving it open. Then she sat down in one of the visitor chairs and waited.

The three cameras were already running silently in the background.

Julia leaned back, crossed her arms, and stared at the closed door.

She was ready.