Olivia bluffs

"Oh, I have a ton more of them! I must admit, you look absolutely stunning with no clothes on. I'd love to examine that tight little asshole of yours up close and personal." Olivia licks her lips for emphasis. "I bet it tastes so sweet!" She knew she only had one photo, but why not turn this slut into someone she could manipulate? Who knows? Maybe both of them just might enjoy it.

Clarrisa takes a long, deep breath, and sighs. "all right. What will it take for you to get rid of them? Name your price. Whatever it is, I'll pay it."

"Oh no, no, no!" Olivia scoffs. "You misunderstand. I don't want your money. I want you."

"Whu-What do you mean you want me?" Clarrisa was stunned. Wide eyed silence was all she could offer in response after that.

"You are going to become my ****. You are going to do everything, and anything I tell you to do, or I will send your entire batch of pictures to everyone on my contact list. You can say goodbye to any social status you hoped to achieve."

"So what you want me to do is become your bitch."

"That's an excellent way to put it!" Olivia chuckles. "Yes, you will be my bitch, until I get tired of you. Then I'll delete the photos. Do you accept the deal, or should I hit send?"

Clarrisa knows Olivia isn't joking. She's deadly serious about sending them. She knows she only has two choices, maybe three. Walk away from her, and let her send them, try to wrestle the phone away from her, or give in to her demands. "All right. I accept the deal. I'll be your bitch. What is it you want me to do?"

Olivia was overjoyed that she had caved in. She thought for sure it was going to turn into a cat fight. "First things first. We need to go to my lawyer's office, and draw up a contract."

"A contract?" asks Clarrisa.

"It's just a matter of formality. Or i could still hit send." She touched the screen of her phone, and looked at Clarrisa.