Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together
(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Mr.Underwood...)
You turn your head to the camera, breaking the fourth wall, which seems to go unnoticed by John and your girlfriend. “So predictable. See them standing there, like hysterical pigs. Humans become so irrational when they allow sin to overthrow their rational thoughts. Let’s give them a little surprise, shall we?”
You quickly stand up, causing John to pull out and tumble backwards, wildly swinging with his arms. “What the hell?” he exclaims angrily.
You give a last glance to the camera before you turn around. “My dear John, I wouldn’t dare to spoil your fun, but there’s something I’d like to get straight here. You don’t mind, do you?”
“What the fuck do you mean?” he asks.
“I get back to you soon, but first there’s someone I need to teach a little respect.” You turn around, facing Rachel, who has lowered her phone but is still recording, looking at you with an unimpressed look on her face.
“Rachel, I know that exploiting a relation can be very advantageous, but not only for you, if that’s what you think.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, still unimpressed, but you can hear that her voice starts to sound a little unsure.
“Your bank account, of course. Remember when you told me your code when we were thinking of booking a vacation?”
You smile at the sight of her shocked face, which seems to have lost all confidence. “Y-you wouldn’t-”
“No? Feel free to check, if you want.”
Rachel looks at her phone and starts ticking and swiping, her expression changing from shock to pure panic.
“And?” asks John, who still hasn’t moved yet.
“It’s empty,” she mumbles, disbelievingly. “You dick, Ross! What have you done?”
“Relax, it’s waiting for you in my bank account. You can get it back with one call.” You smile. “Under a few conditions, of course.”
“You think that this is going to make a difference?” asks John. “Your slut has chosen, asshole, and she chose me. She’s mine, and you are too.”
“Well, in fact, I don’t think so,” you say, turning around. “John, you have to understand that rape is a very serious matter. One with drastic consequences, I’m afraid.”
Rachel’s boss smiles wickedly. “Bullshit, Ross. You wouldn’t dare to go to the police. If you don’t stop with this shit, right now, I’m going to take Rachel with me and leave you in this awful crap.”
“Well, you could try, but I don’t think running away is going to give Rachel her money back. Is it, honey?”
She shakes her head silently. “N-no,” she answers, in a voice that you would have found very cute under different circumstances.
You turn back to John. He is still looking at you angrily. “You know that I can turn you in for stealing money, right?”
“Of course you can. Let me tell you something; I’ve always had the ambition to become a writer. In fact, I have written some beautiful stories of which I’m very proud. Something very interesting and intense, a romance between a secretary and her boss. I really have some doubts, though. Those kinds of stories have a weird habit of making people raise their eyebrows.”
“Yes I do, John,” you sneer, with a lot more power in your voice. “You can get me behind bars, but I can destroy your reputation. Can you feel it, the looks of disgust behind your back? An uncomfortable meeting with the CEO, who is very sorry to fire you because of ‘certain reasons’? Now I don’t think that that would be very pleasant, John.”
He looks to the ground, an expression of deep thought on his face. You smile triumphantly, looking at the camera. “Little John is not so confident, all of a sudden. I wonder if he’s going to make the right decision.”
Eventually, he dares to look at you again, with a lot more respect. “Alright. You win, Ross. You can have Rachel back and I’ll leave you alone, okay?”
“Oh, I don’t think things are going to end so quickly, my dear John.” You turn around to face your girlfriend. “Rachel, you are going to need some punishment for your lack of loyalty. And John” — you turn to him — “I have some tasks for you.”
An uncomfortable silence falls. You smile, looking at the two pathetic creatures before you, who have changed from your masters to your slaves in a matter of seconds. Frank Underwood would have been proud of you.
“Cheer up. We are going to have some fun!”