As Glen pulled into his driveway, he saw his sister-in-law's car. A small ball of tension began to form in the pit of his stomach. Had Lauren felt guilty and confessed? When he walked into the house, he thought he felt tension in the air. His worst fears were confirmed when his wife, Kim, came up to him with a pensive look on her face. Over her shoulder, he saw a satisfied smile on Lauren's face.
Confusion roiled through Glen though when Kim gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I'm so sorry hun. Lauren was showing me some web sites from your laptop and I accidentally spilled soda onto it."
"Don't cover for me sis." Lauren walked up with a faux look of sadness. "It was my fault Glen. We tried to dry it out, but it's completely trashed."
Glen slid his arm around his wife's shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "It's no problem Kim." He sheepishly unslung the bag from his shoulder. "I know I should have told you but I picked up a new netbook last week." He pulled out the slim black computer. "Look how small it is and it holds the exact same amount of memory as my laptop!"
Kim let out a relieved laugh. "Whew! Well I guess I should be mad, but I guess it's just fate."
"Yeah... fate." Glen looked over at Lauren. "Are you staying for dinner Lauren?"
"No... no, I have to get going." Lauren grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
Kim turned back to her husband. "I could've sworn she was planning to stick around longer. She can be so moody sometimes."
The next day, as Glen typed up the email, a smile slid across his face.
Lauren,
Well clearly you still need some discipline. You will be ready for me on Saturday at 9pm. Requirements for the night are: 1. you must buy at least two more sex toys of your choice 2. You must completely shave your pussy
An email from her popped up about an hour later.
Well I had plans but I'm guessing you won't care about that will you? Fine. What should I wear?
Glen typed up a quick reply. Doesn't matter. Something comfortable.
Then he shut down his computer... he had his own shopping to do.
The Saturday night was warm and clear as Glen buzzed Lauren's condo.
"Yeah?"
"It's Glen."
"OK, I'll be right down."
"No, I'll come up."
The door buzzed and Glen rearranged the back pack and brown bag he was carrying to turn the knob and made his way up the old brown stone's creaking stairs. He was about to knock on the door when it swung open. Lauren was there, looking defiant and dressed in illini sweats.
He eyed her up and down and she thrust out her chin. "You said to dress comfortable."
Glen nodded. "So I did. We are going to stay here anyway." He tossed her the brown bag. "Go into the bathroom and try this on. I'll wait out here."
Lauren peeked open the bag and opened her mouth. Suddenly, though, she merely turned and stomped down the hallway.
He walked into her bedroom and unzipped his backpack. He moved quickly to boot up his computer and grab her wifi signal. He was just finishing getting the webcam up and running when he heard the bathroom door open.
He turned and whistled. Lauren came out dressed in the lingerie he had provided. Black lace gathered at the neck, almost like a collar before falling into two leaves that barely covered her boobs. The panties had a black bow and clearly revealed that she was, in fact, clean shaven. The outfit ended with black thigh highs that emphasized the curve of her hips.
When she saw the cam and his computer, she stopped and started to back away. "No, not this..."
He chuckled and reached down into his backpack. He pulled out a black mask, the kind seen at masquerade balls that cover the top half of the face. This one had a small, black feather sticking up from the left side. "Don't worry Lauren. I said three hurdles and I won't ask you to expose your identity for any of the hurdles."
Tentatively, she took the mask and put it on. She glanced at herself in the mirror. "I guess it works ok."
Glen came up behind Lauren and deliberately turned her around. Keeping eye contact with her, he slowly put his hands down the front of her panties. He felt only bare, smooth skin. He continued down until he reached her slit. It was warm and wet.
"Glad you followed directions. See? I even got rid of the distinctive heart shaped hair patch of yours. Now where are the toys?"
Silently, she went to the end table next to her bed and pulled open the drawer. Glen moved over and saw that in addition to the purple, cock shaped vibrator, there was a silver egg and a thin, red vibrator that was a simple wand shape. He gathered them up and then moved over to the bed. He laid out the toys and noticed the framed poster of a Manet above her bed. He took it down and leaned against an adjoining wall. He motioned for her to come over.
"Tonight's hurdle is very simple. I am going to start up a video chat on an adult website. Once we start broadcasting, people will take a look. You will act the horny nympho and then do whatever they say."
Lauren sat down on the bed, she looked down at the toys next to her, unsure. "How will I know what they want? I can't read the text on the screen."
"My netbook has speakers and a mic. If they have a mic, you'll be able to hear their comments... and they can hear you." He moved away from the bed and opened the browser to the adult site. He started typing. "I created a user name for you. HotnHorny22. I admit it lacks a certain originality but it gets the idea across." He clicked a button and watched the video camera start to buff. He then opened his recording program and quickly minimized it. "Alright we are live in...3... 2...1."
Glen peeked at the computer screen and watched Lauren fidget on the bed. Even uncomfortable, she looked incredibly hot. The inside of her breasts peeked out from beneath the black lace.
"You look uncomfortable not horny." Glen reprimanded her.
"What should I do?"
"What does a person do when they are horny and by themselves?"
Lauren looked away. Sheepishly she moved her hands slowly down her breasts down to her ribs and stomach before finally ending between her legs. Her fingers moved between her legs.
Then her arms flew up in the air with frustration. "I feel silly!"
Glen shook his head. "I was going to let you have a few drinks first to relax, but after the stunt you pulled a few days ago... well, you'll do this sober and you will do it well."
Lauren open her mouth in protest when they both hear a bleep from his computer.
With static but still clearly heard, a voice spoke. "Wow... hot baby!"
Lauren looked with fright at the cam and back to Glen. He mouthed. Wave.
She waved and gave a half smile at the cam.
"Dance for me babe... let's see that body in motion."
Lauren moved up on her knees. Tentatively, she began to sway her hips.
Bleep.
Another viewer popped on.
"Hot Bitch!" A rough male voice came through. "Dance, bitch! Dance!"
Lauren moved a bit more... her hips swayed a little more but she was clearly still uncomfortable. Her mouth peeked out below the mask with a little frown. Her hands were held awkwardly to the side.
Bleep.
"A little dance show, huh?"
