Speak the words Jake wants to hear, describing what you're about to show the camera

After Hours Video office, Millbrook, at 5:08 PM on Monday October 16th, 2023

Your lips part, and the words emerge in a trembling whisper that barely carries across the small office space. "I'm... I'm going to take off my panties and show you my... my pussy."

"Louder," Jake cuts in immediately, his tone sharp with command. "And look at the camera when you say it, not at the floor. Pretend you're talking to someone who's watching this, someone who wants to see every inch of you."

You force your gaze up to the black lens of the camera, your cheeks burning so hot you feel like you might combust. Your voice comes out stronger this time, though it still shakes. "I'm going to take off my panties and show the camera my pussy. I'm going to... to touch myself and..."

"And what?" Jake prompts, moving slightly to the side so he can see both you and the camera viewfinder simultaneously. His dark eyes are locked on your body with predatory focus. "What are you going to do when you touch yourself, Daisy? Say the whole thing."

The elastic waistband bites into your thumbs where you're gripping it. "I'm going to finger my pussy until I cum," you manage to force out, the explicit words feeling foreign and shameful on your tongue.

"Beautiful," Jake breathes, and you hear the click of the camera zooming in. "Now look down at your panties, baby. Tell me what you see."

Your eyes drop to your white cotton underwear, and your stomach clenches with fresh humiliation. There, clearly visible even in your peripheral vision, is a dark wet spot spreading across the thin fabric at your crotch. The evidence of your body's betrayal is unmistakable—your pussy has responded to this degrading situation with arousal you desperately wish you could deny.

"I see..." Your voice catches in your throat.

"You see your pussy getting wet," Jake finishes for you, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Say it, Daisy. Tell the camera your cunt is soaking through your panties because you're about to strip naked and fuck yourself on film."

Tears of mortification prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them back. Your rent is due. You have nowhere else to go. Your voice emerges hollow and mechanical. "My pussy is wet. It's... it's soaking through my panties."

"That's my good girl," Jake murmurs, and the praise sends an unwanted shiver down your spine. "Now hook those thumbs in deeper and start sliding them down. Real slow. I want to see that wet little cunt revealed inch by inch."