Double Love

Instead of answering, Lauren pressed play. Moans began to filter out, and they were breathy, sexy, and all too familiar. I froze in shock, desperate to stop this from happening. This was some kind of horrific nightmare. But the camera panned up, tracing over that creamy body before lovingly zooming in on the brunette’s breasts and capturing her face. It was me! There was live video of me on the internet, masturbating for the world to see!

“What the fuck!” I screamed. “This is my audition video for the Donkey Club! How could it have gotten out?” I shrieked.

“I have no idea,” rushed Lauren. “I swear, I don’t know. It must have been that skeeze Ralph … but Mel, I have no idea why. I mean, he sees dozens of girls a week. He’s gotta have hundreds of these videos. Why would he leak yours?”

The blood drained from my face and I hyperventilated. An iron vise constricted around my chest, and my heart beat so loud that it thundered in my ears. I sat on my bed, trying to think straight while images of my naked, flushed body continued to twist on screen.

Holy fucking shit. This is why people had been staring at me. I’d been outed as a stripper, or even worse, as an adult performer. How did this happened? I started crying, and my shoulders heaved uncontrollably. The sobs were so hard and fierce that they made my chest hurt. My throat squeezed shut so I could barely breathe.

“I’m going to be labeled a stripper and a whore! My life is over,” I wailed, not caring who heard in our dorm.

Lauren came to sit beside me.

“Mel, calm down,” she pleaded. “I mean, I’m sure we can get the tape back, and ask the site to take down the video. It’s not that bad.”

That didn’t make me feel better and I turned on her in a rage.

“Not that bad? What the hell are you talking about? This is your fucking fault!” I screamed. “I only did the audition because you said everything was going to be fine! And now look what’s happened. I’m a whore for the entire student body to see!”

“I know, I know, I know,” she soothed, trying to calm me. “I swear I had no idea. Ralph has a tape of me as well, so I don’t know why he leaked yours.”

But I was inconsolable.

“What do I do now?” I shrieked, the hysteria making my voice shrill and harpy-like. “Tell me! Tell me what I do now with my life since I’m the official Trinity slut!”

“We’ll call Ralph,” she said hurriedly. “I’m sure he can pull some strings and get that video taken down.”

I sat on my bed, sobbing as my head spun. Ralph was a mid-level manager, seedy and disreputable. The people that I needed were my stepbrothers. Zander and Zeke would know what to do.

“Get out of my sight,” I snarled at Lauren. “I can’t stand looking at you.” Fortunately, the blonde scrambled away, trying to get out of the line of fire and giving me some space.

My trembling fingers picked up my cell. When Zander answered, I was already hiccupping into the receiver.

“Melly? Sweetheart?” he rumbled, his voice concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Zan,” I said pitifully. “Someone … someone leaked my audition tape for the Donkey Club to some porn site, and now everyone at school thinks I’m a porn star,” I cried into the phone. “People were looking at me like I was some kind of slut. Like I’m a dirty ho!” I sobbed pitifully.

“Shhh, shhh,” he soothed over the phone. “I’m sure it’s not that bad. What’s the site called?” he asked.

“Nub … Nubile Girls,” I sniffled, the tears still coming hard and fast. “It’s so embarrassing! I thought it was just my imagination that people were staring at me today. But strangers are pinging me on email with dirty messages, and asking questions like, “How does your pussy taste?”” I wailed. “How am I going to finish my degree here?”

I could hear my stepbrother typing away as he looked up the site.

“Damn that motherfucker,” he growled. “I’m going to take care of this. Melly, don’t worry,” he said. “Zeke and I are on it. Just sit tight and don’t let them get to you. Everything’s going to be fine.”

I hiccupped and said goodbye, weary and mentally exhausted. Then I got in bed despite the fact that it was only 5 p.m. I could hear pings on my laptop, the relentless dings becoming a veritable storm of chimes. I tried to ignore it until in a rage, I got up and slammed the lid shut.

I knew what it had to be. Thousands of dudes reaching out, commenting on my tits, ass or worse. Now that my body was in the public domain, it seemed that the world owned me, and it wanted to shame me. Using metaphysical hands, it was groping me relentlessly.