Is her ass safe?

Lena came to, gasping for breath and feeling dazed. Her legs were still shaking, and everything between them was wet and hypersensitive. When she opened her eyes, she saw the nerd standing over her. He held out his cell phone to her—just for a moment. The screen showed a screenshot of the decibel app, but the number itself was blurry and covered by a finger.

“Screenshot taken,” he said calmly and locked the phone. “You’ll only find out the exact number when the time comes. Let’s keep it exciting.” (Besides, not enough people have voted yet :-P)

Lena stared at him. The uncertainty was worse than any clear answer. 89 or 91? Just sex and a video—or anal, too? He was deliberately keeping her in the dark.

“Decision,” the nerd said calmly. “Stay here—with the risk that someone could walk in at any moment—or at your place. You choose.” Lena swallowed hard. The thought of continuing here in the break room while customers and coworkers were walking around outside made her stomach clench. At the same time, the alternative was hardly any better. “At my place,” she managed to say.

The blond guy grinned even wider. “Good choice. But we need a guarantee.” The nerd held up his cell phone. “A quick video. You get down on your knees, naked, and say exactly what we tell you. If you change your mind on the way there or try to run off, the video goes online. To Mia. To the college groups. Everywhere.” Lena felt the shame burning in her face. At the same time, she felt a telltale twitch between her legs. She hated herself for it.

“What… am I supposed to say?” The nerd dictated slowly and clearly.

Lena closed her eyes briefly. Then she nodded.

She slid off the lounge chair and knelt on the cold floor. The two of them stepped closer. Two hard cocks were suddenly right in front of her face—the nerd’s thick one and the blond guy’s slightly longer one. The smell was young, sharp, and arousing. Lena hated that her mouth was already opening. The nerd started recording.

Lena looked into the lens, the two glans just centimeters from her lips, and began jerking them off automatically. Then she started to speak.

“I lost a humiliating bet,” she said in a hoarse voice. “Those two guys made me come in five minutes. In return, I promised them they could fuck me bareback in the pussy for an hour. Maybe even in the ass—but I won’t find out until I get there.”

“One more time,” said the nerd. “And this time, lick both of their glans in between.”

Lena did as she was told. Her tongue glided over the blond guy’s wet tip, then over the nerd’s. The salty taste immediately coated her tongue. She repeated the sentence, this time with glossy lips and a visibly submissive expression.

“Good enough,” said the nerd, ending the recording. “Let’s get dressed. You get a 60-minute head start. If you try to disappear or call anyone, the video goes online.”

Lena stood up, her legs still unsteady. She picked up her dirty dress and pulled it over her naked, damp body. The two guys grinned as they got dressed. The nerd demonstratively put his cell phone away.

“60 minutes,” he repeated. “Then we’ll come.”

Lena left the break room without looking back. Out in the supermarket, she felt the dress sticking to her wet slit and her nipples pressing against the fabric. She walked quickly, almost as if fleeing, toward the exit door. Thoughts raced through her head: The video. Mia’s brother. The class. Naked. Maybe anal. And that disgusting, uncontrollable spark of arousal that smoldered inside her despite everything.

She was angry at herself. At the bet. At her big mouth. At the body that had betrayed her. And at the same time, she grew wet again at the thought of what would happen in her apartment in an hour.

When she got home, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it. The smell of sex and humiliation still clung to her. She began tidying up as if on autopilot. Cup in the sink. Tucking in the pillows. Then the bedroom. She ripped off the old sheets and remade the bed—clean, light-colored sheets, as if she wanted to give the whole thing at least the appearance of control.

After that, she got in the shower. Hot water. She washed herself thoroughly between her legs, feeling how sensitive she still was, and hated the soft sound that escaped her as her fingers slid over her clit. When she stepped out, she stood in front of the mirror and scrutinized her body. Her breasts, her sensitive nipples, her hairless slit. She picked out something sexy—a short, black negligee that barely covered anything—and put it on. No panties. No bra. Had her breasts gotten bigger? Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

Her cell phone lay next to her. No messages. Just the certainty that the two guys were on their way. With the video. With the right to fuck her bareback for an hour. And with the unanswered question of whether her asshole was on the menu this time or not.

Lena stared at the apartment door and felt the wetness gathering between her legs again.

She’d brought this on herself.

And part of her could hardly wait.

The doorbell rang.

Lena opened the door and paused for a moment. Both of them had wet hair. They’d just gotten out of the shower. The thought that they were showering here to kill time vanished immediately. Too bad.

Mia’s brother—the nerd—was carrying two heavy gym bags. The blond guy stood a little behind him and grinned.

“What’s in there?” Lena asked, hearing for herself how flat her voice sounded.

“Oh, nothing,” said the nerd, pushing past her into the hallway. “Just a few things. Three cameras, lighting, sex toys, and lube.”

Lena felt her stomach clench. A brief, cold wave of panic. She’d expected a cell phone. Maybe two. Not a whole setup. Still, she stepped aside and let them in. The door closed behind the blond guy.

The two of them headed straight for the bedroom, as if they knew the way. Lena followed them, her arms wrapped around herself. The nerd set the bags down and began unpacking them systematically. A small LED panel. A tripod. One compact camera after another. Meanwhile, the blond guy put on a chest strap and attached a small POV camera right at heart level.

Damn tech nerds, Lena thought to herself.

Five minutes later, everything was in place. One camera pointed at the bed, one at an angle from the side, and the third positioned to capture the entire room. The light was cool and bright, casting harsh shadows and leaving nothing hidden. The blond guy checked the angle of his POV camera one more time. Then they nodded to each other.

They undressed.

Lena leaned against the doorframe and watched, even though she wanted to look away. The wet hair, still dripping. The young bodies emerging from beneath their T-shirts and pants. Not as slender and awkward as she remembered them from the break room. More toned. Clean lines on their abs and arms, firm thighs. Was it because of the changes the angel had made to her own perception? Or were the two of them simply not as unattractive as she’d convinced herself they were? Probably both. Still, her gaze lingered on the two cocks, which had already half-erected again.

The nerd placed a large cell phone on the nightstand and started a timer.

“One hour,” he said. “Starting now.”

Then he looked at Lena. The blond stepped up beside him, the POV camera already rolling.