Blackmail!

Would it have been wiser to just go to the police with this information. Undoubtedly. But I’m a black guy so I’ll probably just get shot if I go up there. Plus you haven’t been given the opportunity to get much of an insight into my personality yet, being new to this story and all, but i’m a genuinely horny guy. This app thing, was talking to me about sex, and I was going to listen.

So like 40% of the nation I ignored what my health provider was telling me, and did my own dumb ass thing instead. If an app is telling me to do something, that’s good enough for me. So I stocked up on horse dewormer, and went to my dorm room, ready to confront Veronica.

My roommate was shacking up with his own Weekend date, so I actually had to wait outside my dorm room. I sat down on the red carpeting and plugged in my ear buds to drown out the grunting on the other side of the door. That was supposed to be my grunting! Instead I get drugged and branded by my own date? That’s bogus.

I flipped my phone open and Veronica had made good on her deal. In my messages was a picture of some fine pale titties. They weren’t porn star quality by any measure, and I know it’s unrealistic to hold anything to those standards, but heh… I do! They were medium sized, nice and orbular, topped with tiny pink nipples.

“Not bad.” I texted back, and sent a picture of me, chilling in the hallway with my earbuds and mask on.

“Looking sexxy. ;)” She sent back.

“My roommate is having donkey sex in our room. I’m blasting music so I don’t have to hear.”

“Lol.”

“Ty for the pic.”

“Try not to touch yourself in the hall ;)”

“Can I get another?”

About a minute passed before, my phone buzzed again. I got a delightful picture of Veronica bending down to lick her tit, which she had cradled in one hand. Yummy. Very bold of her, the worst part about this whole Veronica situation, is that I actually really liked her. I guess that’s why I was so angry. “Nice. But I wanted a picture of your pussy.”

There was a good bit of silence, and for a minute I actually thought I was going to get it, until she sent me back a kurt response. “You’re fucking pushing it.”

I smiled, and opened up my library so I could send her the video I took at the cafe. You know, the one where I’m clearly drugged, and she clearly sexually assaults me. I sent that along with the message. “I want a picture of your pussy.”

My heart was pounding. I might have been a stone cold sociopath. I have no idea how I’ve been so calm all throughout tonight. I’m usually a bundle of nerves and anxiety, but something was different tonight. Maybe it was the full moon, but I felt confident, and… I dunno. There was something more to me than there usually was, and that’s really all I can say.

I had time to contemplate this, because her message took a while to formulate itself on my screen, when it finally did, no pussy. “We should, talk somewhere private.”

“So you can, drug me again? I don’t think so. Send me a pussy pic, or I’m sending the video to the police.”

…

I bit my lip, I was committing a crime now too. I’d stepped past the line of victim at this point, now we were both criminals in this little brawl. I stared at those three dots, hoping for the best result.

“You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

Absolutely true, and the sinister tone of that message chilled me. Oh yes. I felt that familiar hot feeling in my stomach, anxiety my old friend. I thought of that person she’d partnered with to drag me to the cafe. What if there were more? What if they got to me before I could go to the police? I didn’t have a clue, or memory of how they got me in the first place.

I sent back, “I’m not going to wait forever.”

I sighed and let my head collide with the wall behind it. I was not feeling particularly good about my chances of seeing slit tonight. I don’t know what I was thinking. The stupid app got into my head, and I had visions of sex slaves dancing before me. I’d go to the police in the morning, and hope that a moment of weakness wasn’t enough to let the people who drugged, and assaulted me, get away with it.

I left my messenger and started browsing my social, when my phone vibrated once more.

There, in the corner of my phone, minimized, I could see Veronica's skirt from earlier, lifted up, her black panties pulled to her knees, and just barely visible with the dark lighting, was her slit, exposed by my order.

Veronica Martez +8SP (-47SP)