A week, if that and every time she thought about the little timebomb she’d hidden, it made her equal parts excited and terrified. In truth, Octavia didn’t expect anyone to find it. So much info, so many images, inviting anyone who found it to blackmail her. The idea had come from a lewd fanfiction and others had said they were going to try it. Like an earworm, the idea stuck until there was nothing else she could think of.
Start slow. That had been her plan. A flashdrive first. Rather than go for something flashy, Octavia had settled on a simple black drive. Next came the start of the process. A picture of her ID had been added along with her phone number, email and school ID. It had everything; name, age and address. After it had been added to the file, Octavia had decided to be a touch braver. A selfie. One turned into three and she felt silly, but that thrill was still there. The thrill and the arousal.
No one ever looked at her twice. Octavia knew what people saw when they looked at her and for the most part, she could shrug it off. Prude. Book worm. Teacher’s pet. Square. While most of those assumptions had come from high school, she doubted her college peers saw much else. Dressing modestly, she didn’t stand out at first glance, other than her hair. Some would see it as a fancy dye job, when it was nothing more than genetics. Half of her hair was black, the other half snowy white. But beyond that? What was there to notice.
Only five feet tall, she was tiny and unlike a lot of her peers, those promised curves, had never really developed. She wasn’t flat or anything, but she also wasn’t model pretty, with legs up to her ears and tits that made boys drool, nor did she have an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. It was just her lot in life. It was okay, really it was.
At least that was the lie she told herself as she worked hard studying. Like with most people though, there was another side to her. A side no one saw. One that craved things that made her blush. She wanted to be touched, nay.. Ocatvia wanted to be used. Fucked so hard she cried. Toyed with, while others stood around her and she struggled to keep it together. To be called a good girl while she choked on a cock or to have bruises that were a sweet reminder of what had happened. The desires and fantasies went on and on. Once or twice she had considered trying a BDSM club, but Ocatvia lacked confidence.
Maybe it was why the idea had appealed to her so much. From the selfies had come simi-clothed images. They had been fun and for a while, Octavia lived off that high. When it was no longer enough though, fully nude images had been taken in her mirror. Showing off her body. The perky breasts that were a handful for her as she cupped them, toyed with her nipples until they were so hard they ached. The swell of her hips and the ass that was perfectly heart shaped. The smooth apex between her thighs.
That high had lasted her almost a month, but soon it too left her wanting. So a voice recording of her playing had found its way in and shortly after a video of her fingering herself, her honey coating her fingers as she held it to the camera. All that had been seen was her pink little pussy. Each act only served to make her feel bolder. The next was a video of her playing, watching the camera as she came, crying out, back arching and eyes closing as her legs trembled around her hand. It was the last video she took of herself naked.
One piece of the timebomb was left. Well, two really. But before she could go hide it, she needed to offer the final piece. Sitting before her camera, pink cheeked and clearly nervous, Octavia said, “To whoever finds this, I am offering you a gift. I guess that is what it would be if you want it.” Exhaling, her eyes closed for a moment and when she opened them the deep sable of her eyes held resolve. “My name is Octavia Reed, and I am eighteen years old. I am giving you consent to blackmail me with what is on this drive.” For a moment there was silence before she reached to turn off the camera.
The drive was wrapped carefully and then taken out in the middle of the night. Hidden along the edge of the turtle pond, wedged tightly between the roots of the old oak. Even as she walked away, Octavia assured herself no one would see it. It was for the thrill..
No one had called. No one had emailed her. Nerves were getting the best of her and Ocatvai resolved to go back and get the stupid little box. It had been a fun, risky idea. One that had been the focus of many orgasms. Maybe she could try a club.. Leaning back in her seat, she watched as her professor entered the classroom. Opening her laptop she noticed an email.
Even though not three minutes before she had been thinking about that stupid timebomb, the idea had already left her mind as she clicked the email open.
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