Perusing the Menu

Sophie arrived home and collapsed onto her couch, weighed down by the increasingly unfathomable predicament she found herself in. She now had a porn agent - or "adult entertainment manager" as Alex liked to refer to himself. In other words, someone professionally dedicated to ensuring her naked body would be seen by as many people as possible. Sophie couldn't think of any service she wanted less. Worse still, she was due to live stream to her growing army of horny fans from her own bedroom, the one place her privacy should have been totally guaranteed, that evening.

She was desperately trying to think of a way to get herself out of all of this. Although she had felt compelled by Priscilla's magic to sign the contract with Triple X, all that really did was give them exclusive rights to any explicit content she created outside of her OnlyFans page. If she didn't make any - and it was very much her intention not to - she didn't see how she could be violating its terms. So, despite having to endure the humiliation of her meeting with a professional sleazeball earlier in the afternoon, her problems hadn't changed all that much. She still needed to get her OnlyFans page taken down, and now had to find a way to cancel her upcoming live stream as well. Sophie had a horrible feeling the wish Priscilla had granted that compelled her to follow new work opportunities would otherwise **** her to go through with it when the time came.

Her phone buzzed. It was another notification from OnlyFans. Sadly not a response to her latest (largely empty) threat to get her (non-existent) lawyers involved if they did not take her page down with immediate effect. Instead, she had received a notification of a content update on her page. Sophie's heart sank - she had at least thought she had gotten on top of that. As awkward as it turned out to be in practice, she had become quite adept at never being visibly nude, after her shower ended up being recorded for posterity and displayed online. Had her beloved Fairy Godmother resorted to magicking up deepfakes of her now?

She tapped on the link provided which took her straight to her home page. The first thing that hit her was her follower count, which had now passed the five thousand mark. Then she saw the update - no new naked footage this time thankfully, but instead a cute, cartoon representation of her, dressed in black lingerie, standing and smiling while pointing at an "exciting announcement".

Hey everyone! I am extremely proud to reveal that I have now signed with Triple X - one of the largest and most successful adult entertainment agencies in the country. This represents another huge step in my journey from a mundane office worker to, hopefully, the girl of your fantasies.

"Mundane? Fuck off!" Sophie mouthed as she nonetheless continued to read what her avatar had to say on her behalf.

To celebrate this new partnership, tonight I will be making my debut as a webcam girl, and I hope you will be there to keep me company! As with all my content, I promise to keep the experience completely authentic. I have never done anything like this before, and even the thought of it makes me blush. You will be able to witness my very genuine embarrassment as I get to grips with such a dramatic career change, and can even contribute to it if the mood takes you! The menu at the link below will give you a guide to my prices and the kind of things I am prepared to do, but I am also open to considering off menu requests. As a special thank you from me for your support here, there is a code at the bottom of this page which you can use to get 25% off everything for my first stream! Hopefully I will be speaking with you later, among other things ;) xxx

A menu? Complete with prices? Sophie was horrified - she certainly hadn't agreed to that. In fact, she hadn't really agreed to anything beyond switching her camera on at 7 pm. Her original plan was to then refuse every request made of her until her viewers got bored and tuned out. Now she had a looming sense of dread she would be bound to carry out the paid commands that had already been agreed to on her behalf. If she was lucky, she might have the ability to turn down anything that wasn't on the official menu, but even then there were no guarantees. Sophie could barely bring herself to click the link and see what she was currently letting herself in for, but it was better for her to know.

Her most immediate thought was that the menu was significantly larger than expected. It actually came in four distinct sections, each one representing a pricing tier. She attempted to ease herself in relatively gently by clicking on the Pink Tier menu - the lowest budget option and, therefore, presumably the most palatable.

The cartoon Sophie was at the top of the page again, appropriately wearing a cute, pink outfit and winking. Everything on the accompanying list felt both embarrassing and demeaning to the real Sophie, but none of it was obscene. Blow a kiss, say viewer's name (with cringey additional phrases like "I missed you" available for extra tokens), stand up and pose, dance, write viewer's name on my body (marker or lipstick) and viewer chooses my outfit and/or accessories.

The fact Sophie was feeling icky and dehumanised at the thought of doing any of what was on that relatively tame menu, didn't bode well for the next three. She also had no idea of how the pricing translated into actual money. Everything was valued in tokens (presumably a cynical attempt to allow customers to mentally distance themselves from the fact they were wasting actual money on this shit, Sophie thought to herself). As an example, someone wanting Sophie to write their name on her body would have to cough up eighty tokens. But what did that amount to? Eighty pounds? Eight pounds? It made a big difference.

She was feeling just about brave enough to check out the red menu and clicked on it next. Cartoon Sophie was there to greet her once more, this time on her knees and dressed in red lingerie while giving a seductive smile and beckoning the viewer towards this new set of more daring options.. Show feet (close up and play on request), flash ass, flash boobs, play with tits/lick or suck nipples, twerk, oil body, doggy style pose.

Sophie felt genuine revulsion at the idea of anyone even picturing her doing those things while reading the menu, let alone her actually carrying them out for a live audience - and there were still two more tiers of increasingly depraved acts to go. Apparently licking her own nipples while strangers jerked off was in the milder half of her potential webcam activity.

She clicked on the gold tier menu next, figuring the more disgusting this got, the more it ought to fuel her determination to find a way out. Cartoon Sophie was now wearing nothing but gold high heels and a matching tiara, aiming her butt at her real life equivalent while turning her head to the side and pressing one finger teasingly to her lips. The menu requests were becoming truly awful now - Spank ass red (x15-20), Ahegao face (Sophie needed to use Google to determine what that was and the answer did not make her happy), suck fingers or toes, ass-to-mouth with fingers (Sophie really hoped that didn't mean what she assumed it must), give jerk off instructions, dick rating, toy control.

There was not one single thing on the gold menu that didn't turn Sophie's stomach. It also came with the first mention of the dreaded toy. Sophie had been provided with one by Alex, alongside an expensive laptop with a top of the range camera to ensure flawless picture quality for her online degradation, but she hadn't dared to even open the box yet. As far as she could make out, it was a sex toy which she would insert into herself and which could then be controlled remotely by viewers to vibrate as long and hard as they desired (or were willing to pay for). She could scarcely think of anything more invasive, and it wasn't even on the top tier list.

Sophie finally loaded up the Platinum Menu and braced herself. Her cartoon likeness was only wearing platinum earrings now, and squatting with her legs spread wide, touching herself and gasping in what were presumably supposed to be the throes of ecstasy. Sophie could barely bring herself to even look at what was on offer to her richest customers - perform BJ on dildo, striptease dance (to full nude), spread cheeks, custom nude photo (specific pose or body part), custom nude video, full oil body show or sensual lotion rub, role play scenario, girlfriend experience, sexting session and, finally, private show.

There was no way Sophie was doing any of that. Just no way. Fuck her Fairy Godmother - there had to be a way out of this perverted madness. Looking up at the clock on her living room wall, she realised she had less than three hours to find it.