The Date, Part Twelve
Part Twelve
“You can do better, Hallie.”
The moment Hallie finished the recording, Tara bombarded her with ways to improve. “More seductive, slut.” “Make sure your boobs are in the shot.” “Hallie, you need to smirk.” “Again, slut.” “Not quite, slut. Again.” Between each recording, Tara took the phone and played it out loud. While she and Liv ‘studied’ the footage each time, Hallie had to awkwardly stand there and listen to her own voice saying the mortifying words over and over.
In total, Hallie ended up recording herself seven times. By the end, she had the camera poised up and slightly away from herself so it was a healthy combination of her face and her bare chest. Giving a knowing smirk into the camera, the same one she always used when flirting with boys, Hallie repeated the increasingly familiar words.
“My name is Hallie, and I’m a total slut. Do you want to fuck me?” The last two words were half whispered as she stared right into the camera with a seductive gaze. She stopped the recording and handed the phone back to Tara, praying it would be the last time. Someone could come around the corner at any minute.
Like usual, Tara played it back. When Hallie’s sultry voice faded, Tara just nodded. “Not bad, slut. Here.” She threw the towel to Hallie. “Meet me in my office.” Without another word, she strutted right past Hallie back towards the restaurant.
“Tara, wait!” Hallie desperately grabbed the towel out of the air and immediately wrapped it around her bare form. She had already forgotten just how small it was. The tops of her breasts were still fully visible, and any wrong move would reveal parts of her lower half. “S-someone might see . . .” she whined.
“Better they see you in a towel than in nothing at all. But if you don’t want the towel, then-”
“No! No, I do want it. I just-”
“For the last time, Hallie. You’re a slut. You don’t need clothes.”
After the blunt, insulting reply, Tara added a final task for Liv. 'Stay at the back door until Hallie’s in the office. Then check outside and grab the dress if the boys left it.' Tara gave another stern order for Hallie to join her in the office, then turned on her heel and disappeared around the corner.
“Seriously, what kind of girl sleeps with another girl’s boyfriend?” Liv asked. “Get moving, slut. Or you’ll lose your towel privileges.”
Hallie didn’t need to be told twice. The distance between the other hallway and Tara’s office was only a few steps, but the idea of anyone looking that way and noticing her toweled self was plenty embarrassing. Naked would be a hundred times worse. She turned away from Liv and nervously followed Tara’s route. Hallie paused to peek around the corner and make sure no one was on their way into or out of the bathrooms in the hall leading back to the office. The coast was clear. Knowing anyone could be in the bathrooms or on their way to one of them, Hallie sprinted down the hall as best as she was able in the small towel.
She didn’t stop. Knowing every second was another risk, she immediately bolted for Tara’s office. The moment she placed her hand on the doorknob, Hallie had a mini heart attack at the thought of being locked out. Considering how bitter Tara seemed, she wouldn’t put it past the girl.
Thank God. It was unlocked.
Hallie burst into the office and hastily closed the door behind her. She found Tara comfortably seated behind the desk, looking smug and in control with Hallie’s phone in her hand. “Drop the towel, slut. Time for more photos.”
More.
Photos?!
Hallie wanted to argue. Wanted to scream. She had done SO much already. Why hadn’t Tara just slapped her in the face, and/or told everyone what she did? At this point, Hallie would have preferred even the second option to this. Somehow, outdoor photos had seemed like the worst thing ever. Turns out, being indoors didn’t help much. The idea of being naked and doing a photoshoot when there were dozens of people on the other side of the office door was just as bad, if not a little worse.
It’s not like she had much of a choice. “Any particular pose you want, Tara?” Hallie sighed. She removed the towel, bunched it up, and threw it onto the ground. Maybe if she acted like this didn’t bother her, Tara would get tired of it.
“Glad you asked.” Tara said, “Let’s start by spreading those legs, slut.”
For the next few minutes, Hallie basically suffered through a reprise of everything she had been through outside. Various poses of her standing, leaning, sitting, squatting, and everything in between. Aside from the poses and facial expressions, Tara utilized the room to its full potential. She had Hallie pose in the office chair, on the short filing cabinet, and on the desk in a number of ways. And, like outside, she rounded out the photos by making Hallie take countless selfies throughout the office.
“Hmm, what would dear Jakey think of you?” Tara mused. She took the phone back to browse the most recent round of selfies.
‘Jake! Oh my God.’ Hallie had completely forgotten about him. This was supposed to be an amazing date night with her boyfriend. They were supposed to sleep together for the first time after dinner. Hallie had been so lost in her nudity and the mortifying tasks that she had temporarily forgotten what led up to it.
As if reading her mind, Tara leaned back in her chair with a smirk. “Don’t worry, Liv is taking care of it. He thinks you’re waiting for your dress to dry. Such a patient boy! Do you think he’d leave and never call you again if he knew how much you sleep around?”
Hallie didn’t answer.
Like outside, she was made to repeat a number of selfies that weren’t quite up to Tara’s standards. And again. And again. Finally, Tara deemed them “good enough.” Then she carefully looked around the office for any last minute photo ideas that might work in the limited space.
By the time Tara had exhausted all her creative ideas, it was painfully obvious what kind of story Hallie’s phone would tell - that Hallie was a slut both indoors AND outdoors. And not a single of inch of her body would be left to the imagination if Tara chose to do anything with the enormous collection of photos.
And Tara knew it.
“Okay, slut. Just one more little thing, and you’re free to go.”
A million thoughts raced through Hallie’s mind. ‘What am I going to wear?’ ‘What are you going to do with all these photos?’ ‘Do I get my phone back?’ ‘Seriously, what are you going to do with all these photos?!'
But she didn’t ask any of that. With her hands by her sides like Tara constantly reminded her to do when not posing, and with her entire body exposed like it had been ever since Liv yanked her towel away outside, Hallie just nervously asked “What thing . . .?”
“It should be easy enough for a slut like you,” Tara said. She twirled Hallie’s phone in her hand, leaning back against the foggy glass wall. The edges of her lips curled up as she blatantly gave Hallie a once-over, taking her time with the dramatic pause. And finally, she answered.
“You’re going to spread your legs. And then, Hallie, you’re going to play with yourself on video.”