No. You want people to see.

You don’t answer straight away. You could say yes, of course. It seems a pretty safe bet that Stacy would like the taste of cum. Probably be real grateful, too. But the thing is… you think you’d really rather be cruel instead.

“Did-“

“I heard you,” you growl, that sharp grin coming back. She shivers. Her face takes on an expression halfway between fear and anticipation. “No.”

“But-“

“I said no. You, Stacy, are a slut. Right?”

She nods, staring at you.

“Well sluts should look like sluts. And right now, you look just right. In fact-“

Inspiration gives you energy. You stand up, pulling your phone out of your pocket and staring down at her.

“-Why don’t we let everyone know? Huh? How about we make sure everyone in town knows exactly what you are?”

Stacy’s eyes go wide. You can see her nipples hardening at the thought, her pussy already immediately soaking wet again. There’s the briefest hesitation. Then she nods.

“Good. Okay. How about you strike a pose for me? Hmm? Hands behind your head, shoving those gorgeous tits out?”

She does what you’re told, still wonderfully obedient and very clearly aroused. It’s not hard to take a perfect picture; she looks every inch the cum-stained slut she is.

This. This is going to be fun.

*click.*