a to their desires

Jamie writes furiously and presses enter. You barely have time to read the text before it fades into the website and some video stream seems to load.

"Dude, that's going to get nasty," you say, a bit blushed at the candor in Jamie's words.

"Well life is nasty, isn't it?" Jamie says with a shoulder shrug.

"Well, I was more thinking about the fact that, real or some fake video generator, we're going to get to see some sweaty porn within a few minutes."

"Oh? Ah, yes, well if it gets that nasty we can stop playing the video and save it for later. You've shared porn with friends before, right?"

"Ehrm, well I guess, in chats," you say slightly flustered as a video began rolling on the screen. "Oh, that was fast," you say as you both look closer to see... Emmerson in the food court in the local mall, the camera panning cinematically in on his and his friends table.

"Well shit, that's some high production value," Jamie notes as a narrator voice begins speaking.

"Yep. That's him. Emmerson Smith," the husky dark female presenter voice says with some happy-go-lucky soundtrack in the background. Emmerson seems to start glances straight into the camera for a second before glancing around himself. "A talented bully with a few character flaws. A perfect example of an alpha male."

"Who the fuck is talking about me?" Emmerson says, causing the rest of the group around the table to look at him. "Is this some prank television show?" The gang looks confused at each other and him, not apparently hearing any of it.

"But we're not here to talk about what Emmerson is," the narrator continues on, ignoring his question but deftly talking while he's silent. "We're here to talk about what he could be. First by ****, but then by choice."

"What the fuck is this bitch talking about!" Emmerson says as he gets up from his table with a table.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Charlie, one of Emmerson's bros says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

for a moment, Charlie's entire body was covered in a eye-watering blur, which nobody but Emmerson seemed to notice with apprehension as he looked at the changed Charlie.