The girl in the video was on her knees, wearing a black leather mask that covered her eyes and a pink wig.

“Is that you?” Erica texted.

Grace was stunned, she couldn’t believe her eyes. But there was no doubt about it.

Even if her face was hidden, Grace knew her body, and Erica knew it too, from that fling they had a few years back in high school.

They recognized her by the shape of her nipples, dark and erect. She stared at the cute beauty mark that was over her left breast.

“It can’t be right?” Another message read, “You don’t have any piercings like that.”

Grace wanted to text her, to say “No, of course not.”

But she reached for her chest, feeling the small silver rings on the tip of her breasts that she got on a whim.

A new text appeared on the screen, she had sent a response.

“No, you are right, it’s me.”

When did she send that text? Why? How?

“Wtf?” Erica replied, “When did you become such a slut?”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“There is a Twitter account with your location on it. And a whole channel filled with those videos, Some are in public places around town. Everyone I know is sharing the link and guessing who it could be.”

Grace knew she should feel terror, shame, humiliated. Anything but what she was feeling right now.

Looking at the girl in the recording moan as she pleased the stranger, all she could feel was a wave of heat and arousal spread through her body.

“What do they say?” Grace texted.

“Pfft.” She could almost see Erica rolling her eyes, “Seriously? Grace, what else could they say but stupid shit.”

The girl in the video had her hands behind her back and she was bobbing her head as she was praised for her skill with her tongue.

“Humor me,” Grace texted.

“Fuck! Whatever, they are calling her a slut, whore, they want to do that with you. Some are even asking how much you charge for the hour.”

The message appeared on the screen again before she realized.

“How much would you pay?”

“Grace, fuck you.” Erica’s message was almost seething, “I told you because I know you! Because you are my friend. Despite everything, you are still my best friend. Tell me you are joking, tell me it’s not really you and this isn’t the reason you left.“

Grace knew Erica still wanted her. She knew because she saw the video. Because she saw her like that.

Even before Grace herself knew about the video.

“I didn’t leave you because of this. And I’m not joking. You saw the video, you can be honest with me.”

Grace read the texts as if they weren’t her own, she read them as they appeared on the screen. It was like watching something else, someone else take over her body and text her best friend.

“Tell me, did you think of me when you saw it?”

“Tell me, how long did you wait to send it?”

“Tell me, how many did you watch it until you were sure it was me on the video?”

There was a pause.

“How many times did you cum.”

Another pause, Erica didn’t reply.

“Tell me, how much would you pay for another night with me, licking your pussy, bitting my pierced nipples.”

Grace knew Erica was reading the messages. The video played in the background as she waited for a response.

A minute went by. Erica appeared to be writing and then stopped. It happened a few times. Meanwhile, in the background, Grace’s doppelganger licked the balls of the stranger, she could hear him groan, he was about to burst on her face.

He pulled on her nipple rings, and Video-Grace opened her mouth, her tongue out as she received the droplets of cum with desire and devotion.

A shiver went up Grace's spine.

Then Erica replied.

“For fuck’s sake Grace. I would pay whatever it was for another night. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I came half a dozen times watching someone that looked like you before I even dared to text you?”

Grace licked her lips.

“What do you want from me?” Erica’s text was so desperate. She could almost hear her pleading voice.

Grace read the conversation between Erica and whatever it was that controlled her body.

“I want you to come to my place.”

Grace gulped.

“I’ll wait for you, wearing that wig, wearing that mask.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do,”

“You can tie me up, you can spank me, you can fuck me with whatever dildo you can strap on,”

“All you have to do… is record everything.”

Grace read those messages.

Another video. She thought. One with Erica, her ex, her best friend. The closest thing she had to a sister.

The reply came almost instantly.

“Come here in twenty minutes.”

Then she added.

“You whore.”

Grace felt anger. Arousal. Humiliation. Everything all at once.

Then a hand touched her chin, pulling her back for a kiss.

“I have to be there in twenty minutes, Master.” Grace heard her own voice, but it was distant. Echoing in her own mind.

“Do you think she’ll join us?” He asked.

“She said she would do anything.” Grace kissed him, surrendering to the moment, to her Lust, letting her body go on automatic.

His hands caressed her body, undressing her, pulling on her nipple rings.

“Then we should get you ready to receive her,” He said, whispering into her ear.

Grace closed her eyes, sitting on the passenger’s seat of her own body and letting her Lust drive.

She allowed Him to lead her through the room, taking off the rest of her clothes, and placing a collar around her neck. He clasped a chain to link her nipples. Finally, he sat her down, fixing a pink wig over her hair, and a black leather mask over her eyes.

He made her wear high heels and with a pair of leather cuffs, he bound her arms.

He inspected her body, caressing every inch. He started from the collar around her neck to her perky breast. His fingers went down, groping her ass and sliding between her wet labia to spread her warm pussy.

“Ready?” He said and kissed her.

“I’m ready, Master.” Grace panted.

He placed a coat over her shoulders, not bothering to close it. Everyone and anyone could see the thin strip she shaved between her legs, they could see her dripping from between her legs.

Her master led her by the waist to the car.

They rode in silence. She felt his hand caressing her leg, his fingers teasing her clit at every red light.

“We are here,” Her master said and pulled over. He opened the door of the car and again led her by the waist.

Grace heard the doorbell. She heard Erica open the door.

“See you later,” Her Master took away her coat and handed it to Erica before he away.

With poise, Grace walked into Erica’s place, her hands tied behind her back, her hips swinging, and her heels clacking on the wooden floor.

Erica closed the door and Grace stopped.

“Who was that?” Erica’s voice quivered.

“Does it matter?” Grace knelt down, “I’m yours for the night.”

Grace licked her lips.

“I’m your pornstar. Your whore.”

Erica didn’t move.

Grace clicked her tongue, “My phone and the Camera are in the pockets of the coat. You will have to be on the shot.”

Erica moved and reached for the recording devices.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Didn’t you say you would do anything to have me? Take it or leave it honey.”,

Erica set the camera in place and grabbed the phone, “Fuck.”

“That’s the plan.” Grace chuckled.

“Shut up,” Erica grabbed Grace by the head. She lifted her dress and pushed her cunt against Grace’s face.

Grace licked expertly. Slowly, tenderly, tasting her labia and making circles around her former lover’s clit.

Erica got lost in the moment, looking down at the doll between her legs. God, she missed this. She missed her tongue, her lips.

Fuck, she missed the way she sucked with a perfect O as she flicked her tongue against her erect clit.

All of it was worth it.

Suddenly she felt Grace’s hands grabbing her legs. Her ass.

“Relax,” Grace said with a smile, she had taken off her handcuffs.

“How?” Erica moaned. “When?”

“Don’t worry, just enjoy it,” Grace added between licks. “Let your Lust take control. You can let your desires control you.”

Grace’s hands spread Erica’s pussy. One finger slid inside her ass. Her other hand teased between her clit and her vagina.

“You’ve let your desires make your decisions so far, haven’t you?”

“You are wrong,” Erica whimpered and held onto Grace’s head.

“Am I?” Grace licked. “You decided this. When you watched my videos, did you imagine me like this?”

“I- yes” Erica closed her eyes.

“Enjoy it.” Grace slowly got up, her fingers still inside Erica, her mouth kissing her ex’s body.

“You missed my touch,” Grace whispered.

“Yes,” Erica moaned.

“You missed the orgasms I gave you.”

“Yes,” Erica thrust her hips forward. “I missed your fingers.”

Grace pushed Erica against the cupboard and caught the phone before Erica let it fall to the floor.

“You can focus on this, Erica. Focus on the pleasure I give you.”

Erica felt Grace’s fingers dance inside her, rubbing just the right spots, but not letting her close to an orgasm.

“You said you would do anything, didn’t you?” Grace recorded with one hand and controlled the pleasure of her ex with the other.

“Yes,” Erica felt herself getting lost in the pleasure, just like before Grace left. “Anything.”

Grace smiled. “Would you become like me?”

“Wha-?” Erica tried to say but Grace flicked her fingers over her clit. “What do you mean?”

“Become like me. Let your Lust take over, you can focus on the pleasure and surrender.”

Erica shook her head, trying to escape her lover’s grasp, but Grace didn’t relent rubbing faster, harder.

She felt Grace kiss her neck and bite her nipples.

“Please, Erica,” Grace whispered and bit her earlobe.

Erica felt pleasure, Lust, take over her.

“Yes,” She yelled, “Yes. Anything. I’ll be yours. I’ll be like you. I’ll be a pornstar. I’ll be your whore!”

“Good girl,” Grace smiled, her fingers flicking faster and faster. She recorded Erica’s begging, her expressions, her panting, and the way she contorted as she approached an orgasm.

“Cum,” Grace ordered, licking her earlobe, “Cum for me like you used to.”

Erica gasped for air and grabbed Grace by the wrist.

“Cum and become like me,” Grace whispered and Erica complied.

Erica saw Grace’s face, her mocking smile. The desire on her lips. She collapsed against the cupboard. Grace sat with her and played for her the video that they had just recorded.

“You can rest now. Breathe, relax and enjoy my fingers playing with you. I’ll send this video to my Master.” Grace hugged her close. “Don’t worry, he will not publish this one, but I have to send him an hourly report. He will pick us up tomorrow to finish your programming. After that, we will create for you a suitable persona to perform.”

The last thing Erica remembered from that night, was grace sending the video. Then Grace got back on her knees, spread her legs, and made an already sensitive Erica cum over and over again.

A new video was uploaded to the account. Two girls linked by the chains that connected their pierced nipples kissed and licked a cock between them.

Erica enjoyed every moment of it as Lust took over the wheel.