The Date, Part Thirteen
Part Thirteen
For a moment, Hallie was frozen.
No gasp of surprise, no eyes widening, no jaw dropping. Nothing but letting Tara’s words wash over her. Nothing about her mortifying task was subtle or vague, but Hallie still felt as if time slowed down as she attempted to process what was being asked of her.
It was so personal. SO personal. Despite her numerous flings and one-night-stands, Hallie had never touched herself for a guy’s viewing pleasure. They could touch her and penetrate her all they wanted, but self pleasure had always been limited to her own bedroom. But Tara was suggesting (well, demanding) that she do it not only in an almost-public space, and in front of her, but also for the camera . . .
Before Hallie could even begin to find the words to protest or beg, Tara broke the silence. “Sit on the desk, slut. Spread your legs. Don’t you dare try to fake it. And Hallie? You’re not allowed to touch your chest.”
As she stood there naked and speechless, Hallie’s cheeks turned crimson. Tara was referring to a ‘Truth’ that Hallie gave during a girls’ night a year or two back. They had secured some alcohol from a friend’s older cousin, and the ever flowing drinks led to a more intense ‘Truth or Dare’ game than the girls normally played. One ‘Truth’ Hallie ended up answering was “What’s your favorite way to play with yourself?” And, in her drunken state, she answered more honestly than she might have if asked in a different setting. “One hand between my legs, one hand fondling my chest.” Hallie probably used a more cross word than ‘fondling,’ but half that night was a bit of a blur.
Tara obviously wanted it to be more difficult for Hallie to succeed, as if a camera and a one person audience weren’t enough pressure. Or maybe Tara just wanted Hallie’s bare breasts in the shot throughout the whole video. Probably both.
“Tara . . .” Hallie looked at her friend with pleading eyes. Truthfully, Hallie had already halfway given in. Not only was there all the blackmail, but there were also Tara’s recent words. ‘Just one more little thing, and then you’re done.’ Daunting as the given task was, it was paired with a glimmer of hope.
And then Tara began counting.
“One.”
“Two.”
Hallie didn’t even realize what was happening until “Two.” The classic parental counting only goes to ‘three,’ so the first two numbers were enough to get Hallie moving. “Okay, okay!” she exclaimed. In one not so smooth motion, she scurried over to the desk and hopped onto it, immediately wincing at the unexpected feeling. The wooden surface was smooth and cool underneath her bare ass cheeks, and not at all the kind of thing she would normally find herself on while naked. Being photographed on it earlier clearly wasn't enough for her to get used to such a texture.
“Spread your legs, slut.”
It was one of the first poses Hallie was made to do in the office, but the demanding, demeaning way in which she was now ordered caused Hallie’s blush to darken again. Nevertheless, she complied with no further argument or resistance. Per Tara’s instructions, Hallie scooted back a little on the desk and spread her legs as wide as they could go, bending them up and out to fully offer herself to both her hands and to the camera.
Tara snapped a few more photos as Hallie adjusted her body for the video, then positioned herself and the phone for the main event. “Close your eyes, Hallie.”
Hallie nervously sat on the desk with her legs splayed and her breasts bare to the world, taking a nervous gulp as Tara was fiddling with the phone. And when Tara said that step, Hallie closed her eyes without objection, albeit hesitantly.
And then it was time. “Go on, slut. Get started.”
Despite her closed lids only showing darkness, Hallie could still visualize the phone aimed at her naked body. She knew that she had to start somewhere, had to do something, or she would suffer the consequences. Normally, Hallie would tease herself by trailing her hand down to her lower region, letting her bare stomach and waist feel the temptation of her warm hand dropping lower and lower.
In this uncomfortable setting, however, all she could manage was immediately reaching down with her left hand and subtly rubbing herself. Hallie’s other hand kept a casual grip on the side of the desk, as she decided that holding something would help her avoid the habit of reaching up to grab at her breasts. Not really having a line between pleasure and ‘performance,’ Hallie was fairly quick to slip a finger inside herself, alternating between little rubs and strokes like she normally did.
With her eyes closed, and her finger hesitantly ‘exploring’ her most sacred space, Hallie couldn’t stop herself from taking a shaky inhale when she hit a good spot. ‘Oh God,’ she thought to herself. That was a twitch of pleasure. She wasn’t enjoying being filmed, but she was also intimately familiar with her own body, and was perfectly adept at pleasuring herself. Even that little touch was enough to make Hallie realize that Tara’s presence wouldn’t be enough to keep her from reacting to certain feelings.
If there was ever a time to stop, it would be now. While she was still somewhat grounded and aware of what was going on.
But she didn’t.
Somehow, Hallie managed to keep her eyes closed after the first twinge of lust. Seeing Tara with a phone in her hand would ruin her momentum, and that ruined momentum would lead to her reputation and dignity being destroyed via hundreds of photos.
Instead of opening her eyes and slamming her legs shut to protect her modesty, Hallie gave herself another tentative rub. Bare legs still splayed as she sat on the desk, she unfroze the rest of her hand from the momentary hesitation and let her finger slide back inside herself. For an agonizing minute or so, Hallie awkwardly touched herself, trying to focus on the feeling of her hand, rather than the camera on the other side of her closed eyelids and the lack of warmth that her own bed would provide where she normally did this.
Finally, she found her rhythm again, and a breathy, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could hold it back. Hallie gripped the edge of the desk more tightly with her other hand, lightly blushing as pleasure met mortifying reality once again. ‘And Hallie? You are not to touch your chest.’ Even in Hallie’s mild haze, Tara’s words came back to her. Frustrated, Hallie added a second finger and slid them both a little deeper, touching herself in just the right way in an attempt to will all other thoughts to go away so she could focus.
It worked.
Hallie took a more sharp inhale as her fingers shifted against another perfect spot, and she let out a faint, audible moan as she stayed there and worked the area, tilting her head back just as involuntarily as the sounds that she elicited. Little by little, Hallie’s inhibitions and awareness slipped away as she lost herself in her own little lust-filled world.
She didn’t know why, but her other hand felt attached to the wooden desk amidst the growing waves of pleasure. Hallie gripped it like she would grip sheets on a bed, though it had none of that soft give. As she increased her speed and intensity, her voice began catching in her throat, only allowing shallow breaths and short gasps in response to the sensations. Disjointed thoughts swirled through her mind; of Jake, of Mark, of the latest online video she had seen.
Hallie couldn’t stop. Not now. It was all too much, and she was too close, and going the rest of the way was the only option her body gave her. Nearing her peak, Hallie's mouth was slightly open, her facial lips perpetually parted in the most slutty visual from her little gasps. Going faster and faster, Hallie tilted her head back, and finally cried out and fully moaned from the thrill of release.
Still mildly lost in the height of her own pleasure, Hallie gradually slowed down her movements and lightly panted as she finished things out. As the jolts slowed to a dull pulse, and the wet feeling on her fingers and hand reminded her that self pleasure isn’t the most clean activity, Hallie became keenly aware of her bare ass touching cool wood. Her eyes slowly flitted open, and the reality before her made any lingering pleasure vanish immediately.
Her own phone filming her, and a smirking Tara holding it.