Cutty Ch. 32

Chapter 42 - The Shoot

Donna had completely forgotten about the Pictures! Robert had been furious with her. He didn't want those explicit sex scenes to be viewed by the whole world. Of course; she didn't want that either. How could Ms. Brendan have been so cruel by posting those pictures on the net? Especially as she was satisfied with her efforts...

"And you wanted to do something about that, right?" Ms. Brendan took a bottle of champagne and filled two glasses. She looked at Donna intently.

"Yes, Ms. Brendan, please...?" Donna begged, knowing that only Ms. Brendan could help her now.

Ms. Brendan was the one that had hooked her up with the damn phone. She was also the one that had arranged for it to be linked to the world wide web. As usual, Ms. Brendan was the one in total control. All Donna could do now was plead for mercy as Donna knew that was what Ms. Brendan expected from her.

Ms. Brendan placed a document in front of Donna, or more accurately - just below her exposed vagina - while at the same time offering Donna a glass of champagne.

"We called with the company that's named on this receipt. They're the ones who set up the Internet connection for everyone who bought that special phone in that store." Ms. Brendan explained, "but you are the first one to upload nothing but porn."

Donna shifted uneasily, sensing another catch was on its way. The receipt had told her nothing, even though her signature was somehow on it. When did they made her sign it? Or were they forging her signature now? And if they were, what else had they used her signature for? This was all just too sick to be true.

"Cheers, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said as she raised her glass of champagne and took a sip.

Ms. Brendan acted as if nothing special was going on and Donna hated that. Donna knew Ms. Brendan was toying with her, humiliating her. But Donna also knew that she had no choice in the matter; she just had to play along.

And so, she raised her glass too and took a large sip. Donna could use the alcohol anyway as a way to cope with her feelings in what looked like a hopeless situation.

"We have contacted the Internet provider today to discuss the best way out of this," Ms. Brendan said, "but I have to tell you that they were not at all happy with the way you recklessly loaded their site with your porn. Children visit their sites, you know. As well as parents. They're very angry."

Donna finished the champagne, trying to see a way out. Fear swept over her as she worried about the implications. If angry parents started to sue, her actions would become public and things would get very messy very quickly. They would be ruined and her whole family would be disgraced.

The pictures and films showed her having consensual sex. It would be impossible to proof she was forced to do it. If his face was in the pictures, Robert would be involved too and ruined as well as some kind of sex deviant. He would be the laughingstock in the business world, his career over. No, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Worse, she had to admit to herself that she too would be outraged if someone allowed her daughters to see that kind of filth. She could understand everyone who would sue; she would too, for sure. They would want her arrested and then there would be all those horrible lawsuits. It would be a circus.

"Have another one." Ms. Brendan poured Donna another champagne. "I see that you understand the trouble you've got yourself in."

Donna grabbed the new glass and gulped it down. Oh yes, she did. She most certainly understood the terrible trouble that they got her into. She only wondered how they would pull this off without exposing themselves?

But knowing them she feared they had thought about that too. They most likely had already covered that in their plans.

So, Donna begged again: "Please, Ms. Brendan, please help me."

Donna knew that they had already arranged something for her. But she also knew, from past experiences, that if she did not cooperate, did not play her part perfectly, they would make things worse.

So, Donna had to play along and beg, begging for help from the very ones who had made her so helpless.

"You can help yourself." Ms. Brendan replied with a faint smile. "We spoke with them and it seems that they aren't so innocent themselves. The website has an adult section. Since they own the copyright to all pictures posted, whether normal or filthy, they simply moved your pornography to the x-rated section."

"But others could still see them!" Donna exclaimed, as she held out her glass for more tranquilizing champagne. "I want them removed! Please, please, Ms. Brendan, help me."

Donna had stopped acting; she was honestly terrified. Now the pictures were in the exact location where perverts go to look. If those pictures got out, her kinky new lifestyle would become public. Donna was under no doubt that Ms. Brendan was evil enough to let that happen. Is that what she really wanted to do?

All Donna could hope for was that Ms. Brendan or the website owners would offer her a way out. A way out she could live with.

Ms. Brendan filled Donna's glass once more as she continued.

"That is a possibility," Ms. Brendan agreed. "You can ask them yourself. But remember; they have the copyrights. You're therefore in a difficult spot. They can ask for a lot of money for your personal pictures."

Donna took another large sip out of sheer frustration.

"Careful, you'll get drunk and you'll need to focus for what you'll need to do now," Ms. Brendan warned.

Puzzled, Donna looked at Ms. Brendan, who ignored her and started to stroke Donna's exposed pussy, making Donna even more nervous. Acceding, Donna spread her legs widely and let a sexy, leering smile cross her face. The damn training showing itself again.

"They wanted to talk with you. They liked the pictures and hinted that they want some more. That's why you're made up like this." Ms. Brendan explained.

Ms. Brendan's finger trailed Donna's nether lips and then upwards to her navel.

Donna felled the itch return again, and her vagina getting moist. She took another sip of champagne, trying to distract herself and forget her body's conditioned reactions.

"They wanted better ones. As a trade, they said. It's straight blackmail if you ask me." Ms. Brendan continued as she looked at Donna, a sarcastic smile on her lips.

"So, you'll call them and try to negotiate a deal with them. Maybe you can pay them off, or maybe you fall into their hands. That's all up to you. But I think you're capable of arranging a deal that works best for all involved. I wouldn't have hired you to work for me if I didn't think you had enough business shrewdness to deal with complex situations like this."

Ms. Brendan sat back on the couch as she inspected the beautiful creature on display in front of her.

"See it as a test. If you get a good deal, if you impress me, it will for sure benefit you in your job... in all of your jobs."

Donna smiled as she had been trained and posed by jutting her breasts and vagina forward to entice the closely watching Ms. Brendan.

Her mind meanwhile ran in overtime as she tried to cope with the situation at hand. They wanted to blackmail her? They had the rights to her personal pictures? They wanted more pictures of her?

Ms. Brendan let Donna figure out her options for a few moments as she calmly sipped her champagne. Her stern look made sure Donna maintained her sexy pose on the table, increasing Donna's frustration.

The squatting position was starting to hurt. But more annoying was the contradiction of the situation. To pose like a silly bimbo, while having to be the smart businesswoman at the same time. It was so humiliating. And that, Donna knew, was the whole idea behind her current situation.

When Ms. Brendan had enough of the view, she dialed a number on her cell and gave it to Donna.

As the phone rang, she gave Donna her last instructions: "As you negotiate with them, Cutty, remember who you really are, remember to impress."

Donna looked at Ms. Brendan intensely as her words sank in. She knew what Ms. Brendan meant and what it entailed for her.

"All they need to do is remove the pictures from the damn website and break the fucking link to my phone," Donna fumed. "But that won't be easy with all the rules and constraints given to me. Damn this bitch! Damn my situation!"

"Hello?" A sleepy male voice sounded through the speaker of Ms. Brendan's cell below her, bringing Donna back to the business at hand...

Ms. Brendan gestured for Donna to answer. "... and be polite..."

"Hello, ehmmm, this is Donna Alldring, I called with respect to my pictures that I wanted to have removed from your site,"

Donna found herself speaking down to the phone, resting just below her bare vagina.

"Oh yeah, I had asked for you to call me later." The man continued as he yawned into the phone. "Sorry, but I've had a long day... Ok, so what did you decide?"

"Well, Mr..."

"Ralph Watson."

"Well, Mr Watson, how about removing the pictures and break off the link with my phone?" Donna cut to the chase, pushing herself to put up her business image. That was rather difficult when she was looking down to the cell phone, seeing her skimpy attire, her painted wet vagina, lips curled outward by Ms. Brendan's recent fondling.

The voice on the other side laughed.

"Wait a moment... I need to explain myself again, I think," the man said. "As I told your friends already, those pictures and films are our property. You agreed to that when you signed the contract. We offered you the discount on service and you gave us permission to use any picture or video clip you uploaded as we see fit.

"It was meant so that we could publicize the pictures our clients post as part of a web 'culture' project. Everybody would see each other's pictures, so they learned more about their own community. We clearly stated that on our web site and on the papers you signed when you bought the phone.

"Actually, you violated the rules by posting porn. We have been most displeased with that, to say the least."

Donna heard the sarcasm in his voice. This was not going to be easy.

"So," the man continued, "when we heard from your friends about the explicit pictures, we quickly took them and placed them in our adults-only section. Safely away from the younger eyes but still available for adults who want to pay for special content.

"Anyway, we figured it was our right to make money out of them, given the problems you caused for us. And as we hold the copyrights..."

"Now we liked what we saw, even if the quality was not so good overall. And we figure you owe us still because people are threatening to sue us as the result of what you have done.

"We told your friend we wanted more pictures and film from you. To pay for the upcoming expenses. But this time, we expect real quality; we want you to become one of our featured models. For our MILF section."

Donna was surprised by the blunt blackmail.

"No way," she answered, "If you blackmail me like this, I'll go to the police and you'll spent the rest of your days in jail!"

"Be polite!" Ms. Brendan quietly warned the trapped housewife.

Donna nodded and added a humble "Mr Watson" as she awaited the man's response.

Donna had to keep calm and focus on her options. She shifted a bit to avoid cramping due to her squatting position.

"Together with you, most likely," the man replied to her threat. "as we'll sue your ass for putting porn on a family web site.

"We have numerous official complaints that we hope we can pay off with a small amount. But if you sue us for blackmail, we let them sue us, and just give them the proof that you are the sole person responsible.

"That would make you not only bankrupt for the rest of your life but would also put you and your husband in prison for showing porn to children. No lady, I wouldn't advise you to do that."

"And by the way, you are a big slut anyway. You like to take pictures of yourself; you love to expose yourself. Don't lie about that, the pictures and movies speak for themselves. You can't fake that.

"So, we're just offering you a nice way to do what you love to do, just a bit more professionally and for real money."

"Mr Watson," Donna tried, "let's make a deal."

"The deal, Donna, is you make porn pictures for us on a regular basis, if they sell." The man interrupted. "And if they don't, we'll sue your ass for the porn you already made and distributed illegally on our site."

"Well, then you might as well start suing me, Mr Watson," Donna replied calmly. She was getting the hang of this conversation.

"You are offering me nothing that works in my advantage. I propose something different. Something we both can live with." Donna looked at Ms. Brendan and thought about the person that Ms. Brendan expected her to be.

"I am a bit of an exhibitionist, it's true, Mr Watson, and I do want to make pictures. But I want to make them available to a select clientele only." The smile and nod from Ms. Brendan told Donna that she approved of Donna's reply.

"I was thinking of a private web site - just featuring me - with paying costumers, and you, Mr. Watson, taking 10% of the money."

"Too little, Donna, way too little," the man replied. "We need at least the amount we'll be sued for. We won't pay a dime for that.

"Apart from that, we need a certain minimal amount a year, or else we won't make any money off of you. And for that, we need proof. We need to see some truly magnificent pictures of you to seal the deal. Pictures or movies that prove you'll make us lots of money..."

Donna could understand the requests. She gave Ms. Brendan an annoyed look but only for a split second. She couldn't let Ms. Brendan get mad at her now but the set up was so obvious.

This man was just another friend of hers. They were probably laughing at her despite their straight faces. They probably enjoyed her humiliation... And she couldn't do anything about it, except going along.

Ms. Brendan for her part smiled wickedly and pointed to the Asian girl, who held up a sophisticated camera. Donna looked at the girl, understanding her predicament.

"Well?" The man pushed on.

"I can give you some samples, Mr Watson," Donna sighed, surrendering to her situation.

"And I want pictures of you fucking and more on a regular basis. Updates twice a week. We need you to make a reasonable turn over and in our experience that's the bare minimum."

Donna thought about her latest agreement with Ms. Brendan and knew that could pose a problem.

"I only do solo shoots, Mr Watson. My husband or any other man won't be involved. Those pictures you have were meant for our personal use only."

"Then we can't reach a deal. I mean ... solo shoots? it is just not kinky enough these days," the man said. "These days they want to see a MILF like you taken up the ass by a big black man with a fat cock. That kind of picture sells. Big time!"

"No way, Mr Watson," Donna said decisively. "No man can be involved. We can do some woman-on-woman stuff but that is as far as it goes."

"Old lesbians don't sell. Unless you want to involve your daughters. I heard you have two beautiful kids. That would make money for sure and get you out of your financial problems in no time."

Donna was appalled by how depraved this Ralph Watson was. To even consider her daughters for these kind of shoots was so despicable.

What was even more worrying was that Ms. Brendan had mentioned her daughters to this creep. How else could he have known about her daughters?

Now she again noticed how thorough Ms. Brendan and Ninon were in their schemes. They were always multiple steps ahead of her. Now, for example, she had to agree to whatever filth this creep might come up with. If she didn't, she would be disgraced and financially destroyed. And if she fought them harder, who knew what Ms. Brendan might do? After all, there was still poor Vivian ...

"My daughters are off limits, Mr Watson. Don't even think about that again." Donna replied sternly, making sure he understood he had gone too far.

"As far as the old lesbians don't sell. I look great, and I ..." Donna had to think of something quick, something that would sell for sure. "... I can do shots with other women... with some role play... with some submission, you know bondage, S&M, latex, really kinky stuff."

"That might work..." the man conceded, not sounding too convinced.

"That's about the best I can do for now," Donna assured him. "I get a private web site where I can entertain my 'guests'. With pictures, chat options and lots of goodies. And there will be a S&M theme to keep it hot."

"How far are you willing to go with the S&M?" the man inquired. "If it's just dressing up and some lame bondage..."

Donna looked at Ms. Brendan, who gestured again at the Asian girl, who now sported a whip too, and pulled a bit at her leash.

"I'll show you in the try-out shoot." Donna replied, understanding Ms. Brendan's offer. "Don't you worry, it won't be lame."

Donna felt so low again. She was so completely controlled. So easily played with. She was acting precisely as they wanted her to. Donna had followed their path to the letter. She hadn't been able to figure out how to do anything else. Every other option just seemed worse.

"Still, I want our expenses covered. Anything we need to pay because of your illegal porn is your responsibility and will be paid before you make any money. Next, we subtract a fixed amount a year for maintaining the site," the men said. "And that's only if the test pictures and film that I receive from you are great. And I do mean 'Great'."

"If the pictures impress you - and they will - I want my private pictures removed." Donna bargained.

"Okay," the man agreed. "Ok, it's a deal. And when do I get these impressive pictures?"

"ASAP," Donna answered, again looking at the Asian girl next to her ,"I'll work on them right away."

"I'll send you our standard contract, with the amounts we discussed. I'll also send you a liability form in which you claim sole responsibility for the porn pictures and films posted. The contract will include a minimum number of pictures and films per week, and a proposed schedule for the web-log which you must attend to talk to your clients.

"Send the signed papers together with the test pictures and movies back to me. If we like them, you'll get back our signed copy of the contract."

Donna thought about it. This deal was the best that she was likely to get, given the circumstances. She didn't have a clue what fair prices were for maintenance of web-sites or, more precisely, porn web-sites. Maybe it was okay but there was no way to know and somehow, she doubted that the proposed prices would be fair.

"Okay, we have a deal," Donna agreed.

"Then that's settled. Nice view you're giving me by the way. I must admit it helped you to make your point." The man said jokingly as he hung up.

Donna wondered what he meant, until she saw her own cell below her, laying right underneath her. It filmed her wet lips and her ass hovering above it. How long had he been looking at her like that?

She turned red with shame, as she understood the man must have thought she had placed it herself. To show him her body, to sell herself as a true hot slut.

"I knew that would help you close the deal, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said with her ever present evil smile. "And don't you be shy now. He will see a lot more of you and in much more detail in the coming months."

Donna hung her head in utter defeat as she measured how much worse things had just become. The Asian girl tugged on Donna's leash, dragging her back into reality. Donna was pulled off the table and made to stand. She trailed behind absentmindedly, her training making sure that she stood at attention automatically.