Online shopping

Finding a recipe and shopping for it had been surprisingly easy, taking a little more than a quarter hour including the time Vanessa spent signing up for a grocery delivery service. It had been an almost welcome, normal distraction after...

Finding suitable pornographic pictures for Brand had been surprisingly difficult. With her fingers between her legs, stroking her lips and slowly growing bud Vanessa went through search engine images, finding movies from dangerous looking websites more often than not. The pictures accumulated slowly, saved to a folder on her computer. Woman after woman, in nice clothes, in an office or fake office setup, drenched in cum. Most smiling or looking seductive.

Some, disturbingly, not. Vanessa didn't want to keep those pictures, didn't want to look at them or be associated with them in any way, but it was taking so much time... she saved them, just like the rest.

Vanessa had a couple pornographic videos of her own, stashed away in her house, but this... was different. The young women in her videos were professionals, women that made a decent living off of providing dirty entertainment. Women that were at least mostly cognizant of their choices. Vanessa far preferred that kind of porn to what she was finding, didn't feel rotten about watching that kind of performance. The women, and girls - barely women, she was coming across in her search, as she went a little deeper... as she had to in order to network her way to the images she needed... they could be anybody. In any situation.

Somewhere, god somewhere, even she, Vanessa Lockley, could be online, with a miserable cum-splattered face like the dressed-up glasses-wearing pretty blonde woman she was looking at. That she had then saved for Brand's viewing pleasure.

Vanessa had gone cold at that thought. It could really happen, really be happening right now, on Brand's whim. She could be just another... another... a fucking jizz target, captured as such forever, her image a further target for more debasement at the hand of any man that came across her.

Vanessa's finger had stopped touching and stroking her engorged, wet cleft. But a moment later she pushed on, pressed her fingers back to that dark, damp place. She edged herself, not wanting to cum, admit she could cum looking at gross images of defiled women - images that her own black face had mirrored earlier that day.

She had finally finished. Then grocery shopping. Then makeup back on. Vanessa hadn't even taken a lunch for herself, and... Jesus! It was almost 2! All her time was almost gone, just like that. Her whole day, just... Blowjobs and self pity and this disgusting pornography! She was so unproductive, her desk was such a mess...

Her cluttered desk. Her clock - that evil thing. It was getting to her, this part of... Christ. She was being ****, sexually, and somehow she felt almost as awful about her work habits slipping as being... being ****! What was wrong with her? What kind of woman was she?

Vanessa almost burst into tears. Again.

No! This was not...! Vanessa steeled herself, fought back the tears. That was part of the problem. Her self pity, her pride... She was wasting more time, like this. Ruminating while precious minutes slipped away.

Vanessa got to work. Organization first. But how to organize...?

After some minutes, Vanessa knew... She would need help. If this mess was to get any better, she would need...

She took a deep breath. She was so pathetic. There was only one person that could, that would be able to help her get closer to on track, so that she might be able to face up to something less overwhelming tomorrow. She needed that so, so desperately.

But... that desperately?

Yes.

She picked up her phone.

"Cheryl? Would you bring your laptop into my office? Be ready to take some notes."

On the other end, Cheryl's confirmation was obscured by... Brand's voice? Laughter? No. It couldn't be. It was her imagination. Vanessa hung up the phone, not wanting to know if what she thought she heard was real. It didn't even matter, not really. She needed Cheryl's help.