DeaDia 13: Show Yourself

“We’re ready for you in a few minutes, Ember,” Maya called from the hallway. The producer liked to oversee the screen tests.

She was the last one left in the dressing room. Jim had already left for the studio, they’d act like the screen test was the real deal. She would be filmed and based on her performance, her segment would be adjusted. To say that she was nervous would be an understatement. A few minutes ago, she was still being made-up by a girl who introduced herself and whose name Ember promptly had forgotten in the haze of nerves. The girl had given her dark eye shadow to make her green eyes pop. Red lipstick drew the eyes towards her lips. Her shoulder-length brown hair was brushed straight. A small amount of foundation on her cheeks, enough to not make her shine in the studio lights, not enough to fully hide her freckles. A few more minutes and her whole career would be decided.

Her phone beeped. You have 3 minutes to submit a picture. Fuck. Not now. The challenge had been slowly counting down and Ember had been anticipating the first picture. But the timer had kept counting down from eight hours and no assignments came. She’d checked her phone regularly, afraid she’d missed a message. And now, while she was almost ready for her screen test, the phone chimed. She had to take a picture. The assignment hadn’t specified the kind of picture. She could just take a mirror selfie and be done. And then after the screen test she could check the result.

Challenge: Show yourself

“Once in a while, I will ask you for a picture. You will have three minutes to comply. After you’ve taken this picture, it will be posted to your profile. Every time someone reacts you will get a point. It is your goal to reach a hundred points.”

She whipped out her phone, opened up the camera and took a picture of her torso in the dressing room mirror. That should be enough for those perverts to start reacting. She wondered what the reactions would be. She was wearing a tight-fitting black top, a nice blazer on top to look extra professional. And she was even wearing a bra. Compared to the other pictures she had posted to her profile, this one was tame. Maybe she should make it a little less boring?

“Ready, Ember?” Maya came to grab her. Quickly Ember submitted the picture. Time to go.

“Is that what she’s wearing? I preferred what she was wearing yesterday.” Jim didn’t even address her. He addressed Maya.

“Don’t like the skirt? I was a little in doubt about it too,” Maya answered.

“No, no, the skirt is okay. A little long, though. It’s just that this whole outfit is screaming depressed librarian. She’s only lacking the inch-thick glasses. Wait, maybe that’d be better. Hair in a bun, glasses, going for the sexy librarian vibe. Nah. Maybe for a themed episode. Let’s see how she does here first. Okay, for now, get rid of the jacket.” Jim had been monologuing, used to hearing himself talk. Maya gestured to Ember to remove her blazer, and Ember immediately followed.

“That’s better. Okay, Amy. Maya and Starbright probably told you some kind of politically correct excuse about how I don’t understand this tech shit. And to be honest, I don’t. But the long and the short of it is we’re dropping in the eighteen to forty male demographic. So we’re grabbing a nerdy girl to explain this stuff, and you know, grab their attention. Your task is to be sexy, but not too sexy. Nerdy, but not too nerdy. We want the poor losers to think they have a chance with you. Now, let’s start.”

“Ember,” Ember nearly whispered, beaten by Jim’s tsunami of words.

“What?”

“Sorry,” she cleared her throat, “my name is Ember.”

“Amy, Amber, doesn’t really matter.”

“So, Amber, tell me about the EchoStream X1. What does it do?” Jim had switched to presenter-mode, and Ember quickly had to catch up.

“Ehm…”

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Dejected, she sat in the make-up chair. She felt like she had screwed up her only chance. She had been stuttering and stammering, had forgotten half her text, and when Jim had thanked her at the end and complimented her knowledge, she had felt herself blush, red with embarrassment. Well. So far for her one chance. Back to reporting and writing texts behind the screen, so people with more charisma could present her expertise as their own. Just at that moment, Maya put her head around the door:

“Well done Ember! You played well against Jim.”

“Wait. I did? I felt like I screwed everything up.”

“Nah, your nerdiness really worked against Jim’s experience. Made it look very authentic.”

“Oh, wow…” Ember could feel a blush creep up her cheeks.

“So, we’re going to continue this project. We are going to need to do something about your wardrobe, though.”

Maya continued with all kinds of operational remarks, but Ember felt her mind drift. She would be on TV. That was awesome.

“Before I forget,” Maya said as she was about to exit the dressing room, “what’s that band you’re wearing?” She pointed at the unassuming black Erastos band.

“Oh, this, ehm…” Ember stammered. What could she say? That an application had her in its clutches? That she had been stripping, edging and orgasming for people to see? Or should she just say that it was a new fitness watch. But then Maya would probably ask her to remove it before she went on screen. And so far she had found no way to remove the Erastos band.

She tried the third way, honesty, but not too honest. “It’s a new tool. I’m trying out some kind of habit-forming test, and this band keeps track of me.”

“Ooh, sounds interesting. Maybe your first segment should be on that, since you already have experience with it.”

“Well…” Ember started.

“Kicking it off with something you have personal experience with might help you ease into the show, don’t you think so?” Maya offered.

Ember felt like she had no other option than to agree. At least it gave her a good excuse to do perform some long overdue research on the DeaDia company.

Back at her desk, she opened up the DeaDia app. The screen test and debrief had taken around an hour. An hour in which she hadn’t thought of DeaDia. She was wondering how many reactions she had got on her picture. It was a good picture, if she said so herself. Tasteful, showing her form without showing anything. Tantalising.

As soon as the app loaded, she pressed the little message symbol. How many reactions would she have got? What would the perverts on DeaDia tell her? She clicked the button. Clicked again. Checked her profile, the picture was published. Then why was the app showing only one new message? And that message wasn’t even in reaction to her picture. Vermillion had sent her a message a few minutes ago.

“So, as you can see, Silvia, you need to do better to earn some points in this challenge. To be honest, I am a little disappointed. You have such a beautiful body, it’s meant to be shared. Try better next time.”

Fuck. She didn’t know what was worse. No reactions on her picture, or the fact that Vermillion was disappointed in her. The timer kept counting down. A little less than six hours left in her challenge. She needed to make this right. Needed to make both things right.

“Sorry. The challenge just mentioned a picture. I thought this would be enough. Please, give me another opportunity and I will make it more spicy.”

“In due time.”

He really was disappointed. She knew it. She would have to do better. Still, it stung that she had no opportunity to do it immediately. She would need to wait for Vermillion to send her a new assignment.

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You have 3 minutes to submit a picture. She had been waiting for the message. Anxiously she had been checking her phone every few minutes and still it took almost an hour before Vermillion had sent her a new assignment. This one again had no other qualifiers, not “a picture of your naked chest”, “a picture of your pussy”, or even a more naughty assignment. Ember had been distracted from her work, she had been thinking of a way to collect more reactions on her picture this time. Still, the best she could come up with was to show her naked boobs. A quick walk brought her to the toilet. She fled into a stall. Part one of her plan done. She opened the camera app. Lifted up her shirt. Popped her small breasts out of the cups of a bra that she didn’t really need. Then she aimed the camera. No, this wouldn’t do. She reached behind her, unclasped her bra. That was better. Still, she could see a part of her black shirt in the picture. She removed the offending piece of clothing and put it on the closed toilet seat together with her bra. After a moment of deliberation, she put her blazer back on. She liked the juxtaposition of the tidy blazer and her naughty naked flesh. Once again she aimed the camera at her body. That looked better. But still something was missing. Her empty hand went to her left nipple. Pinched until Ember let out an involuntary moan. Then the same with her right nipple. With both of her nipples as hard as they would get, she pushed out her chest. Angled the camera, took the picture. Last time she had been in a hurry to submit her picture. Now she had some more time. The next screen allowed her to edit the picture. A few simple filters, the ability to add some text and even the ability to add her current location. She fiddled with the filters until her tiny pink nipples looked their most enticing. Should she add a caption? It might convince her buddies to react to her picture. She had no idea what to say, though. And the location was out of the question. Before the three-minute timer could reach zero, she submitted the photo. Now all she could do was wait until her buddies reacted.

Back behind her desk, she couldn’t help but to keep checking DeaDia every few minutes. The picture was published. Even the little view-counter went up, had looked at her image. Not the flood of reactions that she expected, though.

A new message: “Wow, classy picture.” That was one. Ninety-nine to go.

Ten minutes later another message showed up: “Boring. After last night’s movie, I was looking forward to your new posts, but this is stuff I’ve seen before. I don’t even know if it’s worth following you, if this is what you post.”

Forty-five minutes into the challenge a third reaction popped up: “Good tits. Show me more.”

She had hoped for more reactions. It was a good picture. The best naked selfie she’d ever taken, if she had to be honest. But the second and third commenters were right. Compared to the stuff DeaDia had posted of her before, this was still very tame.

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You have 3 minutes to submit a picture. This time she was ready for it. Vermillion hadn’t contacted her again. Ember wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. But she knew the pattern. He would take almost two hours between assignments. Not exactly two hours, though. She felt like the fact that she wasn’t able to plan for the pictures must be a part of his power play. She thought of Vermillion as a firm but fair personal trainer. His assignments had pushed her past her comfort zone, but they had always been doable. He hadn’t set her up to fail. Not like Synth had.

In the last two hours, she hadn’t managed to get much work done. What she did manage to do, was come up with a plan. Ember had scouted a good location. This floor held a few small offices for one-on-one interviews. They weren’t much bigger than Ember’s cubicle, but at least they had a door that could be locked, and they were bigger than the toilet stalls. She’d timed it. Sixty seconds to reach the furthest, and thus least used, office. Thirty more seconds to strip down and put her blazer back on. Some time between the second picture and now, she had decided that the blazer would be today’s trademark. A little deliberation and then she pulled her skirt back on. She propped up her phone on the desk and checked the view. Readjusted the phone until she was satisfied with the picture. It showed Ember, her petite body sitting in a desk chair. Her naked boobs with hard nipples poking out from under the blazer. Her legs spread wide. Her skirt pulled up, showing her naked, shaved pussy. Still, something was missing. She placed the phone a little further away. Now it also caught her red lips. She pushed the self-timer and moved her hands to their positions. This was it, this should get the perverts to react. Especially with the right caption.

The picture showed her red lips, her naked collarbones, hard pink nipples, one caught between her fingers. Her taut stomach, the band of her hiked up skirt, her legs spread wide and one finger between her lips. She felt herself get wet, just from looking at the picture. Fuck that was hot, this should get a lot of her followers aroused. For the last two hours, she had been trying to come up with a good caption. One that invited reactions, but wasn’t too crass. She should be better at this. Writing was her job. A lot of half-formed sentences had bounced around in her head but now that it was time to submit the picture, the best she could come up with was “Are you as horny as I am?”

She adjusted the filters until she was happy, and with a little more than four hours left on the timer, she submitted her new picture.

By the time she was back at her desk, the first reaction was waiting for her: “Fuck yes.”

During the next hour, every few minutes a new reaction would be added to her picture. She read them all. Some were just a very short “Yes.” Others complimented her breasts or her pussy. More than a few invited her to come over and get fucked, others explained what they would do to her. With every message, she felt herself get more horny. She did this, she had this power over her followers. She imagined them, horny on the other side of a screen, never able to reach her. Her body just out of reach for them while she kept teasing them.

After an hour, the stream of messages had dried up to a small trickle. Thirty-nine reactions received, nearly sixty to go. She was just about to close the app and try to focus on her research when she received a new message from Vermillion.

“That’s more like it, little Silvia. If only that had been your first picture, you could have been done by now. But now the next request for a picture is the last chance you’ll get to reach a hundred points. To help you, I activated video recording. I suggest you make most of it.”

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You have 3 minutes to submit a picture. Received: one minute and forty-six seconds to go. Shit! She had just gone to get something to drink and left her phone at her desk. Stupid Saskia had congratulated her on her promotion and then had kept talking for fifteen minutes. Ember had had no possibility to flee back to her desk without seeming rude. And now the worst had happened. She had a minute for the next challenge. Not enough to get to the offices and undress. She looked around, this floor was nearly empty, everybody had already left. Her cubicle was off to a side with little traffic. She had to do it over here. It was her only option to get a picture out on time. The reaction counter had stopped at forty-three points, she needed these points. In a hurry, she dropped her panties, removed her shirt and bra and put her blazer back on. Phone in her left had, her right hand flipped up her skirt and found it’s way down between her legs. Was she really going to do this in the office? It was not like she had an other option. But what if someone walked past and saw her? She needed to be quick, and quiet.

Her fingers parted her lips. This had to be enough. She would get the perverts to react to this one. Her finger found her hole. Back up to her clit, back down to her vulva. A week ago she would have never contemplated masturbating at work, and now she was filming herself masturbating in her own cubicle. What if someone heard her? What if someone saw her? She had to continue. Another finger in her hole, and she fantasised about the reactions she would get. How many of her followers would get excited from her masturbation? She pressed record as she started fucking herself with two fingers. She checked the screen. Her mouth was a red “O” of pleasure, her tiny tits heaved with her breath, and she could see the moisture forming on her fingers. Her thumb found her clit and an electric spark went through her body. A realisation. She could cum like this. She could fuck herself to completion here for all her followers. They would surely react. In the corner, the timer ticked down to ten seconds. Shit. Not enough time. Maybe next time. Quickly she stopped the recording. Added a caption, “Fingering myself to your reactions, please, send me more.” Submit.

For a while, her fingers lingered on her pussy. She could continue. Then she realised what she was doing. She was in the office, everyone could see her. Quickly she got dressed. She had to be grateful that she was lucky enough that nobody had passed by.

Where at first it had been hard to stay unaffected by the messages, now it was impossible. With the start of an orgasm still coursing through her body, the messages started pouring in.

“Keep fingering yourself, slut. But don’t you dare cum.”

“Wait, are you masturbating in the office? You’re starting to become a real slut.”

“Cum for me.”

“I will fuck you until you can’t come anymore and then I’ll keep going”

The timer counted down. Three hours to go, two, one. She read in the office. At the bus stop, she received instructions on how to keep herself on the edge. In the bus, she read that if she were this guy’s employee, he would hide her under his desk. On the walk home a message that just said “CUM!” When she got home, her pussy was a wet mess. She had read all the messages, but hadn’t dared to touch herself anymore in the office. She plopped down on the couch, placed her hand under her skirt and slid her panties to the side. One finger on her clit, she read the last few messages while the timer counted down. Ninety-nine messages. A hundred. And she even had two minutes to spare. Immediately she received a new message. It must be Vermillion congratulating her on completing his challenge.

She opened the message and her stomach dropped when she saw it was from Synth:

“So, I see you have been teasing your buddies today. Quite the good challenge by Vermillion. I would have made the reward a little more interesting, but you can’t have everything. Eight hours to gather a hundred reactions. Just a few more seconds to go and you’re done. What would happen if I were to withdraw my reactions, I wonder?”

Shit. If Synth withdrew theirs, Ember would fail. Quickly she replied. “Please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” Ember saw as the counter sprang from 100 to 99

“Please don’t remove your reactions.”

“Okay, but you owe me one.”

“Sure, I’ll do whatever you want. Please replace your reaction.”

Summary: Show yourself

Points received: 103

Challenge completed!