Back at the bar..

Making my way up the stars I use my phone to look at my face as I wipe furiously at it.

Satisfied I got it all away. I walk towards my seat and see the deep fried pickles and second gin & tonic waiting for me..

The grizzled fellow on the stool to my left has been replaced with a man in a suit watching the game.

Sitting down at my spot I take a gulp of the drink and sigh.

Looking at my phone, I can see the picture I sent to the unknown number.

Ahegao face clear. Toy written across me like a slut and my tits spilling out of my tank top, shoved up just like he asked.

Unknown Number: Good. Now pick someone at the bar to send it to.

My eyes widened at that, asking myself “How could he know I was at a bar?” The it struck me in the face as I looked at the Ahegao photo. There were adverts for the bar in the reflection, stapled to the wall.

I was beginning to think of how to reply when the soccer fan sat down beside me, a grin like a lecherous wolf.

“You missed a little” he gestures to the corner of my mouth.

Shocked I use my phone and look, but there’s nothing there.

“Gotcha” he said. And winked at me before taking a sip of his beer.

I felt my cheeks flush.

“Now I gotta say” He starts, and I begin to recognize an accent as he says the words. “I’m not sure which I prefer, you as you are now, or how I saw you downstairs..”

A vibration makes me look at the phone.

Unknown Number: Send it to him.

“The fuck!?” I blurt. Then stop myself and think, “is he watching me now?!”

Unknown Number: You have one minute.

I turn my phone down on the bar and take a bite of a deep fried pickle, still warm thankfully.

After swallowing a bite of that, I swallow my pride and turn to the redhead.

“Well.. You can always compare them” I say coolly, knowing full well my cheeks are red and feeling a mix of panic and arousal at the loss of control.

He raises his eyebrows “Oh? Fancy that..”

I ask him for his number, and he gives it.

With a shuddering breath, I find the photo.

Eyes rolled up, tongue lolled out.. “TOY” across my mouth like I’m some kind of sex object.. and my tits out plain to see.

Emily: Sent.