The following days

The next few days were... Not great. My site had started to gain quite a following with Ami taking charge of all the uploads and private messages with me just being the face. And the body. I watched as she responded to some messages and even felt a small bit of happiness at all the ones saying how hot, sexy, and beautiful I was. But then there were the others. Talking about what they thought of my body in much less pleasant terms. About what they wanted to do to me, what they wanted me to do for them, and how much they would pay for it. For the most part, I would say no to them. Well, I would say no to Ami and she would tell them that she'll think about it.

Jason had been messaging me and wanted to meet up again but I just kept blowing him off. I couldn't tell him what was going on, bring him into all of this. What could he do anyway? Call the cops? It's not like I had any identification, and I would likely never see my reversal pill again. Come and beat up Uri? Although he works out a lot I want to risk him getting hurt, or even killed, in a fight. No. I had to deal with this on my own and for now, that meant playing along.

In between photoshoots, I was the maid of the house. Cleaning up, tidying, and even cooking so that not every meal came from a delivery driver. Ami was happy and Uri was very happy, occasionally getting me back into the maid's outfit while I "did my duties" while looking down at his crotch. Urk. So far none of the maid photos from that day had been posted and Uri hadn't tried to create anymore. For now at least.

And while he had one eye on me, the other was firmly on Ami. I can understand why the living room was such as mess and clothes were just strewn about the place. In the short time that I've been here, I've lost count of the number of times I've walked in on them having sex. Walk to the kitchen, Ami is bent over the counter. Go to the lounge, she's riding Uri. Tried to go to the shower, but she was in there sucking him off. And then there are the noises. That constant moaning, gasping, spanking, slapping, grunting... It's really starting to get to me. The last time I hear the telltale sounds of a blowjob I even snuck over to where they were, peeked around the corner and watched as she covered his thick cock in a layer of spit. I don't know how they didn't see me and I have no idea how long I watched, transfixed on them. But when Uri shifted I ducked back around the corner out of sight.

The day after, as I was putting away some of Uri's clothes from yet another load of laundry, I hear one sound in particular. A small clinking at the back of the drawer. Can it be? Surely not... I freeze for a moment before erupting forth, pulling out anything in my way. Underwear, socks, and shirts all go flying as I finally come face to face with the source of the noise. My small glass vial with that little blue pill inside. I can't believe I found it. That I'm holding it in my hands again. That it's over. But I hear another noise, someone else in the house. They're still far away but that may not last long. Do I try to sneak it out of here, hid it somewhere else so I can come back for it? And looking at the mess I just made finding it, would whoever is in the house realize what I'd done? I could lose it again. I should just take it right now, be free so they have nothing left to hold over me.