Not Real. Not Imaginary.

PART THREE: NINA. [The threat]

I didn’t know if I should stay there, or get up…my mind told me to get up, but my body wasn’t answering. I had never been in the arms of someone else, especially like this. There was a warm tickling sensation spreading throughout my body.

She didn’t seem to realize what she was doing to me. She was more asleep than anything...probably barely conscious at all. I was very tempted to just stay like that as long as Terry would've liked to. I felt like I could’ve stayed like that forever. But I had to do things right.

She had been very attentive towards me; I couldn’t just keep her there on the couch. I wiggled away from her embrace…actually ended up sliding all the way to the floor, and she didn’t move. I just looked at her sleeping face; I felt really bad for waking her up, but I didn’t see any other way to get her to the bedroom. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, gently.

“Terry! At least let me take you to my room; you can sleep on the bed…come on....”

She opened her eyes and, still seeming really tired, she asked:

“Are you going to sleep with me?” She spoke in an unnecessarily seductive voice.

“Whaa...” I didn’t want to believe that she was implying what I was thinking. But her voice…that seductive tone….

Her question had me blinking, in a daze, confused and blushing. Unable to answer, as I couldn’t even remember how to speak properly. Then she chuckled and stood up, lazily stretching.

“I mean, will we sleep in the same bed? I’m sorry if it sounded like an indecorous proposal.” she teased as she gave me a small pat on the head.

The reveal made me a little upset as she clearly was amused by my reaction, but I found myself oddly relieved that it had not been what I had thought. And, honestly, maybe just a tad disappointed.

I shook my head and held her hand in mine, as I started to walk towards the bedroom, leading her. She walked to the bed and sat on the edge, and I searched around for something she could use as pajamas.

“Uhm, this might not be very nice, but they are comfy, and you really need a good and comfortable rest right now.” I said apologetically as I offered her a pair of cotton shorts and a top, like the ones I was wearing, but in a different color, hopping they wouldn't fi at least a little bit, since they were clearly a bit too big for her.

“This will do, kitten. Don’t worry. I honestly usually sleep naked.” She said, obviously trying to tease me as she stole a glance towards me, inspecting my expression. I was clearly blushing again, and she giggled at it. “But of course, I couldn’t do that when I am but a guest.”

I rolled my eyes and walked to the door.

“I’ll sleep in the studio, you can change and…just go to bed already, you need sleep.” I closed the door behind me before she could say something about it, then hurried to the studio.

The set I used for my ‘modeling’ job, was very spacious and comfortable, so it would be a good place to rest if I wanted to. But after a full day of…’sleeping’, I found that I still had a lot of energy.

I wondered if maybe Terry had come in when I came out of the shower and didn’t see her around. Some things were out of place, or so it seemed to me, even though I didn’t really remember how I had left everything the last time I came in here…it had been a while since I felt like I had it in me to do this, and I just wasn’t really used to noticing how I had left it all since the last time…but something definitely seemed off....

After deciding to ignore it, since it was probably nothing, and thinking that it wasn't a big deal even if she had done it...or at least...hoping it wouldn't be such a big deal... and after a good long while of browsing through the internet, watching random videos, reading random articles, and checking my mail and very inactive social media…and most importantly, not listening any other sound, I assumed Terry was probably fast asleep.

With Terry sleeping and having a little too much energy right now, I decided that I should probably canalize all that energy into getting a little extra income. So, I turned on my light set, fixed them to the right position and pointed the camera at the correct angle. Then, I quickly got ready: hair, makeup..only, this time I decided, I’d let my viewers choose my outfit.

It didn’t take long, after I signed in, for the viewers to arrive. While we were chatting and waiting, I showed them multiple outfits and the outfit that got the most votes wasn’t really one of my favorites. It was a really short, black latex dress, and fishnets.

I understood the attractive behind it, but I hated it. I felt it made my body look like a bad wrapped meat roll, since it was tight in the wrong places. The waist was too loose, and it was too tight at the hips. Thankfully it had a zipper at the front, that could be opened from both, up and down. I guess it didn’t really matter too much as I always ended the …’show’, half naked anyway.

The show started and people were donning, very generously. Of course, those donations didn’t come without odd requests, and I tried to comply. Once in a while, I refused to do some things, but they never complained about it, or got upset. They understood I had limits and overall tried to respect that, so i was thankful that, apparently, I attracted a respectful audience.

As the show ended, and I said my goodbyes, a message from a frequent viewer caught my attention. The last couple of shows he had been asking about my home, asking if we could meet up, saying he would pay me very, VERY generously. The conditions, however, were something I most definitely would never accept. He requested some…favors…of s****l nature….

If well, what I was doing was of a s****l nature, it didn’t compare at all to p**********n (which is what this viewer was basically requesting of me), as it didn’t implicate me physically being with anyone. And whatever s****l acts I’d perform in my shows, were very light. So, obviously, I always refused, I even had to threaten to block and report him, and, while he didn’t stop, he wasn’t so obnoxiously insistent anymore.

He was different this time. He asked to talk privately. I refused his request, but he said he wanted to apologize, and I accepted after he asked me a million times more; I guess I felt bad for some reason....

What I saw in the private chat, however, made me feel like all the blood in my body had frozen in my veins.

He knew my real name! (I used the alias ‘Lumina’ for this…job). And more than that, he had pictures of me in the Caffe, from when I went there to wait for Terry. He even had pictures of me eating with Terry in the Hotel’s restaurant, and pictures of me and Terry walking into the elevator together.

“How come you won’t do it for me, but you do it for this rich b***h?”

That’s all he said just before logging off, leaving me there, staring at the screen with a dread sensation washing down on my body.

I couldn’t believe he had found out who I was and what I did…but how?

How did he recognize me so easily? I always worked really hard on my makeup to make my face as different from the reality as possible, and always used lace front wigs, making them look as realistic as possible…I always tried so hard to look as different from myself as I could. I even used facial tape to make my face slimmer and change the shape a little bit. I used contacts and false eyelashes. Changed the shape of my eyebrows…and still, he had been able to recognize me?!

How did he know where to find me, and where I’d go?

And, how did he know when I was meeting Terry?

But what really was bothering me now, was the fact that I didn’t notice, that apparently, I was being followed…again.