(OK, this part gets a little more intense than I'll usually let stuff. Apologies if it's too hardcore, it's borderline too much for my taste, but I need to establish motivations for what may come later.)
PART 7:
Lupita took the phone from Clara and held it up. “Say cheese!” The flash lit on Danita’s nude body. “Give me back my phone—and my clothes!” she demanded. “As I said, you’re in no position to tell us anything. Play along or this will get worse,” Alma responded. “By the way, I’ve just uploaded a copy of that photo to a private account I created just now. If you want to keep it private, you’ll have to do what we say,” Lupita added, “Now, smile!” After another photo she passed off the phone to Alma, “I think you know how to use this. Have fun.” Then she picked up the purse from the ground, “Let’s see what we have here…some lipstick…a long, narrow case…oh, you surprised me, it’s a microphone. It sure looked like something else. But that gives me an idea.”
“That’s my favorite microphone. My idol gave me that after my first big show.” “So you love it, huh? Let’s see how much.” She tossed the microphone to Danita. The singer caught it, before realizing what was expected of her. “Get down, show us how much you love that mic.” “No, this has already gone too far.” “I’m inclined to agree,” said Clara, stepping back. “We’re not done yet. You can join us in this, or you can join her…in what she’s having.” Clara shrugged and stepped away. She wanted to stop this, but still was in no place to challenge her gang. Lupita repeated, sterner now, “On the ground!” Alma chimed in, “You can get on the ground and start playing with that, or I can throw you into that dumpster over there. And I can tell you from experience, it’s full of rats.”
Danita carefully sat down on the filthy pavement, propping herself on her right hand and feet to try to avoid her backside contacting it. Lupita nodded, “Good, now open up. We need to get a nice, clear video. This is how we’re going to make certain you don’t come after us.” Alma started filming again as Danita gradually spread her legs, licked her fingers, and rubbed them gently around her slit. “All that hair is keeping me from getting a good shot. Maybe we should shave it,” said Alma, producing a switchblade. “No, this has to be authentic,” Lupita responded, “she’s a hairy girl and the world needs to know that.” Clara breathed a sigh of relief as Alma put away her knife and concentrated on filming again.
“Now, it’s time to say hello to your little friend,” Lupita instructed. Danita was dying of embarrassment, but she picked up the microphone. Much to her shame, the embarrassment might have been turning her on. She let out a small whimper as the microphone made its way in. For the next two minutes, the gang watched in silence as she manipulated the mic until she let out a shriek, loud but small-sounding at the same time, and the slimy microphone fell from her hand in a gushing climax. She was now lying flat on the ground, a hint of a smile on her lips, when Lupita grabbed her hands and turned her over, onto her hands and knees. “Nice work, Puta. We’ll treasure that video, and if you ever make a move against us, all the news outlets in the world will get a copy. But you’re not done yet.”
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