And it was working. Genevieve was already on fire at the thought of everyone in her social circles seeing the real her. The one who didn’t merely wear a collar when out and about, but crawled onto beds with a purr in her throat and her skirt flipping up into the air.
It would be especially bold to everyone who had only ever known her as a Domme.
“You’re a monster,” Genevieve texted Aya’s real number. “Bet you want me to take more selfies of me touching myself in public, too. I’m already in a bathroom. Is that what you want?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Two seconds later, another message appeared.
“I wonder what your snobby friends would think of your nails in this one? The rhinestones really sparkle when you’re rubbing yourself to orgasm.”
Genevieve glanced at her nails. They weren’t the same exact ones she had worn a week ago when she went to Japan for Golden Week and brought Aya back to Taiwan, but Jesus! They were similar! Because Genevieve really was going through a rhinestone-nail phase when she was alone for a few days!
“How many of your business associates have imagined you naked, Genny? How many would love to see you like this? How many would download this video and imagine it’s them pleasuring you? I bet they’ll message the person who uploads these videos and ask how to make it happen. What would your girlfriend even say to that?”
“My girlfriend would kick your ass.”
“You know what I think? I think she’d pick the best one out for you. Only the best for her Genny. It’ll probably be someone who knows what you’re saying in this video.”
The fact that Genevieve knew was already enough! I say the nastiest things when I’m horny. Goddamn. She didn’t even remember half of this. Yet she couldn’t deny, even with her phone muted, that she was saying things that would make her exes blush!
“The crazy thing,” Aya continued, ”isn’t that you’re going to send the money. It’s that a part of you will wonder what might have happened if you didn’t. Because it turns you on. You love the thought of your carefully kempt image being blown to smithereens in two seconds. You love the thought of your friends knowing what you’re like in the bedroom. Because deep, deep down, you’re happier than them, and this is a chance for them to see that.”
Genevieve stared at the empty bathroom stalls before her. How could Aya cut through to her core like that? After only two months of going out with her?
She is a monster. The kind that pounced on a woman and tore her down to the bare bones.
Genevieve was apparently turned on by monsters, too.
“I will pay,” she wrote back. “Fuck you, I will pay. Keep your filth on your own devices. Actually, delete it. When my girlfriend hears about this…”
“Oh? What will she do?”
“She’ll do things to me that you could never catch on video.”
Genevieve wasn’t going to do this here, though. Instead, she marched back into the restaurant, grabbed her sweater off the back of her chair, and apologized to her friends. As far as they were concerned, there was a work emergency that needed her attention now. I’m having an emergency, all right. It was called needing to go home to send her girlfriend $50,000 to some anonymous account. When I do, I expect something in return.
She knew exactly what she wanted, too.
Aya returned to the Chiyoda high-rise. Mr. Ishida was already there, speaking with Nick Cheng about the amenities in the neighborhood.
“Do you need more time to think things over, Mr. Cheng?” Aya asked the middle-aged man standing in the impressive kitchen that cost the place an extra one million USD. “Offers will be accepted starting tomorrow, so if you would like to make one, I suggest we do it as soon as the seller’s office opens at ten.”
Nick Cheng was a no-nonsense businessman with salt and pepper hair to go with his mid-century watch. His short stature was made up for with the sheer amount of confidence he projected to everyone in the room. That included his personal assistant, a younger man who was suspiciously close to the unmarried Mr. Cheng.
No wonder he followed Genevieve’s tastes in real estate.
“It’s an impressive unit with an even more impressive view,” came English so immaculate that Aya was insecure about any trace of accent when she spoke. “The 10% discount your firm can get me is also tempting. At the end of the day, I do love a good deal.”
“We love securing good deals, Mr. Cheng,” Ishida said.
“Yes, I will have to think about it,” Nick Cheng continued, “but right now I’m feeling good about it. I will inform you by 10 pm if that’s all right with you.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need until then.”
They escorted Mr. Cheng down to the lobby, where they cordially parted ways. Aya dropped the keys to the penthouse off at the concierge and thanked the staff for their help. Once she and Ishida were out on the sidewalk, he said, “He’s going to bite. I can feel it.′
“Did you hear him talking to his assistant when we met him?” Aya could hardly contain her grin. “Already recommending us to one of his business partners.”