“I’m sorry about that,” he said. “I guess I shouldn’t have…”
“No,” she said. “I’m glad you told me. I’m just… embarrassed.”
He nodded. “I get it. I don’t know the context of what happened but, the guy that did it is a fuckin’ prick.”
She nodded. “You have no idea,” she said. “I’m sorry that you had to find out about me that way,” she said.
He didn’t reply, and she looked up.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I’m slutty, obviously,” she whispered. “I let a man I thought I could trust manipulate me into things and was dumb enough not to realize he was filming me.”
Brandon shook his head. “I watched the video, Samantha. I not ashamed to admit that I’ve got a thing for blindfolded girls, so that’s why it came up in the suggestions for me. I’ve seen a few and I can pick out the videos that are legitimate where the girl really doesn’t know that she’s being filmed. You were obviously duped.”
“I appreciate that, but the video is out there,” she said. “God knows how many people have seen it.”
“10,” he said. “Well, plus however many times you started it last night.”
She looked at him curiously. “What? How did you know that?”
He sighed, taking out his phone, but the professor came in at that moment, and they both turned quickly, taking out their notes and focusing. After class ended, he stood and beckoned her to follow him.
“Don’t you have class?” she asked.
“Fuck that class,” he said. Walking down the hall, he kept looking in doors and finally found one that wasn’t occupied. “Here.”
She was yanked into the room by her hand, then watched as he looked around and made sure no one else was in there and shut the door. Pulling out his phone again, he typed in the name of the video and then pulled it up. He didn’t press play, though, and showed her the screen, pointing out the number of views. It said 13.
“It was 10 when I sent you the message,” he said. “Trust me, that’s not a lot. There’s probably a few from the person that submitted it, and I know there’s at least 5 from me,” he said. “The footage is dark, shaky, and the only reason I really knew it was you was because of your breasts.”
She looked at him confused. “What?” she asked.
“You showed me a picture the other day,” he said. “I… just trust me, I knew it from the blonde hair and… your nipples.”
She continued to stare, confused. “What?” she echoed.
“It’s not important right now,” he said, brushing it off. “I can promise you that no one is going to recognize you. Plus, you can DMCA the website and get it taken down. It will happen a hell of a lot faster if you get a lawyer involved.”
“Wait, it can be removed? I thought when it was up on the internet, it was there forever?” she asked.
“Yes, and no,” he said. “Its… tough to explain. Just think about it like this. This is one really small and bad quality video in a sea of videos of the same type. It’s like, a grain of sand on a beach, only it’s smaller and harder to find than the other grains of sand. Does that make sense?”
She was following him, but only barely.
“So, that’s why it’s only got 13 views?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “What’s more is that I did a reverse search for this and only found this one porn site that had it. I haven’t seen any more with the same actress in it.”
She raised an eyebrow in confusion again. “The actress is me.”
“I know, I’m just saying that if it were elsewhere, I most likely would’ve found it. This is the only one that’s out there. The guy that uploaded it did so like… 4 months ago, and it’s only got 13 views, 4 of which were yesterday or this morning.”
She turned and looked at him directly. “So, you’re saying that people haven’t seen this?” she asked.
He nodded. “I’m saying only 13 people have seen it. I saw it at least 5 times, and I’m guessing that you had 3 last night,” he said.
She shook her head, thinking back. She’d watched it and Dane watched it. Something struck her then.
“Wait… you watched it five times?” she asked.
“Yeah, actually… no it was seven,” he said. He must have realized then what he was admitting and looked at her sheepishly. “I uh…”
“Brandon?” she asked.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” he said. “It was the first time that I’d ever known the girl in the porn I was watching…” he said.
She looked at him in surprise. Samantha would have left in disgust, but Sam was a little flattered.
“When did you find this?” she asked.
He looked upward in thought and winced for a second, then looked back down at her. “Uh… last… Thursday?”
“Jesus Brandon!” she said. “Did you actually jerk off to that 7 times in 5 days?”
He looked behind her and then behind him. “Will you keep it down?” he asked. “Yes, of course I did!”
She was too surprised and taken aback to speak for a good ten seconds. “Oh my God,” she said.
“I’m sorry!” he said.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Stupid sexy Brandon with those cheating dimples on his dumb face, the same ones that caused her pussy to dampen her panties and want to misbehave itself, was jerking off to a bootleg porno of her! She stood in silence, mouth open, unable to process anything but what she’d heard.
“Are you pissed, or did you go catatonic?” he asked, sounding a little upset.
She realized that her mouth was still open, and she turned, amused and surprised at how that knowledge made her feel. She looked directly at him, a wry grin on her face.
“You dirty… fucking… pervert,” she said, slapping him on the arm.
He winced, frowning, but then looked at her as he realized she wasn’t pissed.
“Sam… what can I say? It was hot and I’m a young man.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed him back, then pointed at him.
“Stop jerking off to that video,” she said. “I mean it.”
“Uhhh… hell no,” he said. “I don’t see no ring on this finger,” he said, holding up his hand.
She rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to laugh and managed to keep it to a minimum.
“In fact, since I skipped class, I’m gonna just whip my shit out right here and go to town,” he said.
She smirked and looked over at him with a surprised look of disbelief.
“Focus, Dammit,” she said. “What were you saying about a D… something?”
“A DMCA take down request,” he said. “Just go look it up. You can get them to take it down.”
“I send them something and the website has to take it down?”
“Yep,” he said. “I’d look into getting a lawyer to help, though. I could be calling it the wrong thing.”
“But, there’s a way to make it go away?” she asked, finally grasping what he’d been saying.
“Yes,” he said, sounding a little exasperated.
“OH MY GOD!” she said, overcome with happiness and rushing up to him.
Grabbing his face, she kissed him hard and then squeezed him in a hug.
“Wow,” he said, patting her back.
“God that’s such good news,” she said happily. Stepping back, she looked at him. “How can I thank you for showing me this and letting me know how to get rid of it?” she asked, intending it to be rhetorical.
“Shit,” he said, lewdly grabbing his crotch and jiggling it up and down.
Throwing caution to the wind, she looked around, then dropped to her knees without a second thought.
“Whoa… seriously?” he asked. “I uh…”
She raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. “I’m offering. Are you seriously saying you don’t want one?”
He was too surprised to speak apparently, so she rolled her eyes and reached forward, yanking him toward her and undoing his pants. She’d dropped them around his knees and was pulling his underwear down, when she saw the substantial bulge he was hiding. But then, she felt his hands on hers.
“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve got a girlfriend.”
She looked up at him in disbelief. “Seriously?” she asked.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I feel like a fuckin’ jackass, but I… I just can’t.”
She sighed, eyeing his crotch and momentarily considering just doing it, but he’d said no, so she eventually stood.
“I guess it’s your loss then,” she said, standing. “Thank you for being honest though. Other guys probably wouldn’t have had the strength to say no to that.”
He sighed, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. “I’m sorry again, and I really appreciate it.”
“Going to class now?” she asked.
He looked at his phone, shrugging. “Unless you want to come with me and meet my girlfriend?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Typical,” she said. “I’ll see you Wednesday,” she said. “Stop jerking off to that video,” she said, stopping at the door and pointing a finger at him.
“No,” he said, grinning widely. “The girlfriend likes it too much.”
Sam help but laugh and finally just rolled her eyes and left.
Hurrying out, she quickly went in to work and just decided to change there. Grabbing her stuff as she hopped out of her car, she quickly went inside. Seeing that she’d caught the shift change at just the wrong time, she sighed in mild irritation.
Stepping into the semi-crowded break, room, she waited for Tracy and the manager to step into the office and close the door, then sighed and opened her locker. Looking around, she saw one of the other waitresses there, already in uniform, and putting the final touches on herself.
The only other folks were some of the kitchen staff, and she waved as they cocked their heads at her. Turning, and not really caring who saw what, she kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her panties, then pulled on her skirt. Turning, she saw that just the kitchen staff was there, and was making an effort to take their time.
“You don’t have to be all sneaky,” she said. “I don’t give a damn if you look.”
The three of them laughed nervously. “Well, it’s mostly cuz that door could open at any moment,” one of them said.
“We work in a topless restaurant and you’ve seen my girls a bunch of times,” she said. “Who really cares? Do you really think that Bill is going to say anything other than get to work?”
As she spoke, she was pulling her shirt and bra off, and folding them nicely to put in her locker. Grabbing her top, she slid it on, taking time to allow the guys to get a good show. Not really sure why she cared, she at least knew that she enjoyed the charge of excitement that it gave her, though she knew that it would just compound over time and cause her to be really horny; not that she wasn’t already.
Tying the knot, she went to the mirror and took a look at her hair, then proceeded to fix what needed doing and making sure the twin ponytail bobs on either side of her head were set.
“Damn you sexy,” one of the guys said, staring longer at her than the others as she slipped her shoes back on.
“Thanks Juan,” she said, snickering.