We can talk!

"Wait wait wait." Lauren stammered. "We can talk about this."

"Talk all you want." Puzzle's voice spoke through the speakers. "But unless you strip naked that door won't open, and this video will be sent out across every social media platform."

Lauren's eyes flickered to the screen. She was still there on video, flailing around like a topless fool, singing along and spastically dancing.

"Please! Stop this!" Lauren pleaded desperately.

Puzzle didn't respond. Sweat built on Lauren's forehead. She couldn't possibly strip for some stranger, some lunatic's entertainment! But she couldn't allow this tape to get out. What could she do? As she hesitated, the seconds on the clock ticked down.

Eventually the video onscreen decided for her. She saw her drunken self begin talking.

"What's wrong? Do you not like my widdle titties?" She said, gripping her small breasts in a way that made Lauren's eyes bug out as she watched. She was alone in the video, acting out some absurd fantasy.

"If those are too small... check out this!"

ON the screen she watched herself reach down and yank down her pajama pants, revealing off white ratty old panties.

"Lookie here!" Her drunken image slurred. "If my titties are too tiny, I got all the booty you want!

Lauren realized she had ****. She could NOT let this video get out. So, her **** hands went to her the clasp of her jeans...