the meet

Maya’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as she stepped further into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. The air smelled faintly of stale popcorn and electronics, the hum of the laptop’s fan the only sound aside from the muffled giggles from the video still playing.

Ethan smirked, tilting the screen toward her just enough for Maya to catch another glimpse—her own blurred face, the unmistakable birthmark under her left breast, the way her thighs trembled as she’d been **** to spread them wider. Her stomach twisted.

"You look tense," Alex said, leaning back in his chair. "Something bothering you, President?"

Maya **** herself to keep her voice steady. "I just think it's wrong to distribute that video," she said. "It's humiliating for me."

Ethan laughed. "Oh, come on, Maya," he said. "It's just a little harmless fun. Besides, it's not like anyone will recognize you."

Maya felt her stomach twist at his words. She knew she had to try and reason with them, even if it meant putting herself in danger. "I understand that you guys think it's funny," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But it's not right to humiliate someone like that. And what if someone does recognize me?"

Ethan leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Well, then maybe you should have thought about that before you danced for us, huh?"

Maya felt a flash of anger rise within her. "I didn't have a choice!" she snapped. "You blackmailed me!"

Alex shrugged. "It's not like we **** you to do anything," he said. "You could have said no."

Liam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but then everyone would have known about it," he said. "And we both know how much you value your reputation."

Maya felt her heart racing as she realized they had her cornered. She couldn't believe they would stoop so low as to **** her like this. But then again, she also knew they were right—if she didn't do something, the video would keep circulating around the school.

"Look," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I understand that you guys think this is funny, but it's not right. And I'm willing to help. What do you have in mind?"

Ethan leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, we were thinking about making a new video," he said. "Something even more...incendiary."

Maya felt her stomach drop. She knew exactly where this was going. "What kind of video?" she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.

"You know," Alex said, smirking. "The kind that gets people talking."

Maya’s breath hitched as the implication settled over her. The AV room felt smaller suddenly, the walls pressing in, the hum of electronics growing louder in her ears. She could see the hunger in their eyes—Ethan’s fingers drumming against the laptop, Alex’s tongue darting out to wet his lips, Liam’s knee bouncing with restless energy.

"Be specific," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan’s smirk widened as he leaned forward, fingers steepled. "A sequel," he said, voice low. "You, on your knees, begging for it this time. Maybe with a little... participation."

Alex’s chair creaked as he shifted, his gaze dragging down her body. "We could blur your face again," he mused, "or not. Depends how cooperative you feel."

Maya’s nails dug into her palms, her breath shallow. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across their smug faces. She could hear the faint whir of the recording equipment, the click of Liam’s phone as he unlocked it, ready to film.

"participation?" she repeated, voice trembling.

Liam let out a low chuckle, his phone already angled toward her. "Yeah, participation," he said, emphasizing the word like it was a joke only they understood. "As in, all three of us. At once."

Maya’s breath caught in her throat as Alex stood, circling her like a predator. "First," he said, his voice dripping with false patience, "we want a proper apology. A dogeza."

She felt her stomach drop as she realized what he meant. The dogeza was a traditional Japanese bow of apology, often performed in front of one's superiors or elders. But this wasn't a traditional setting—this was a twisted game of power and humiliation.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry."

Alex nodded, his eyes cold. "Good girl," he said. "Now, take off all your clothes and fold them around yourself."

Maya's heart raced as she did as she was told, her fingers trembling as she undid buttons and zippers. She folded her blouse neatly and placed it on the floor, then did the same with her skirt. Her bra and panties went next, followed by her socks and shoes.

She stood before them, naked and exposed, her body shaking with embarrassed and humiliation. Liam's cam was already filming, capturing every moment for posterity.

"Now, on your knees," Ethan commanded.

Maya swallowed hard, feeling the cold tile beneath her bare knees as she knelt before them. Alex circled her again, his gaze raking over her body with a predatory gleam. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice like silk.

Liam moved closer, his cam capturing every inch of her exposed skin. "You look so fucking sexy like this," he breathed, his voice rough with desire.

The cold air of the AV room prickled against her bare skin as Maya kept her head bowed, her hair curtaining her face. Ethan’s fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her chin up to **** her to meet his gaze. "Now," he murmured, thumb dragging over her lower lip, "let’s hear you say it properly—beg us to use you."

Maya’s lips parted, her breath shallow as Ethan’s grip tightened in her hair. The fluorescent glare of the AV room burned her skin, every goosebump recorded in merciless HD.

Click. Liam’s camera zoomed in—her trembling thighs, the flush creeping down her chest, the way her fingers twitched against her own bare hips like she didn’t know where to put them.

Alex’s voice was a low purr. “Say it.”

Maya looked up, her eyes widening as she saw that they had put on masks and taken off their clothes. Her heart raced as she took in their naked forms, their hard cocks jutting out proudly. She felt a wave of humiliation and arousal wash over her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Use me."

Ethan smirked, his hand squeezing her breast roughly. "That's more like it," he murmured, his free hand tracing circles around her nipple.