You take your lunch break at the hotel and try not to notice the "do not disturb" sign on the manager's door. You're in need of money, and you're also in need of more people to work for you, so you decide to spend today's lunch break on approaching both problems from different angles.
On the "getting more people" angle, you decide to visit the electronic store's website once again and leave another review about Saphron. It's been a bit of time since the first, so you doubt it'll look too suspicious. While you're there, you look to see if she's had any others – good or bad – but it looks like there aren't any that reference her.
That’s good. No five-star reviews mean she isn't doing so hot.
You leave another, this time a 1-star review, complaining about how she wasn't paying attention at all when you were trying to get her attention, and how she was just zoned out and distracted. The worst part for her is that she won't even know if this is real or not. Saphron might well think to herself that this could have happened, and that she never noticed.
The doubt will eat at her.
To know if these reviews are having any effect, you'll have to swing by and check in person. You'll need to use a morning or an afternoon for that, but you won't have to buy anything. In fact, it might work even better if you don't buy anything.
At least not for free.
You could go in, talk to her, refuse to buy and trust that her manager will see yet another person going without a purchase. That's bound to look bad. Alternatively, you could go in and see just how desperate she is to have something positive on her record.
Buying something from her will probably secure her job for a little longer, but if you can make her lower her morals to succeed, then you'll be laying the groundwork for her descending even further into it. Either way, you've laid the groundwork with some negative reviews, and you'd better go visit in person if you want to progress your plan any further.
On the money front, you finally turn your attention to a route that was available to you since a long time ago. You're not sure how serious the offer was, or whether it's still open, but one of your viewers offered to pay 1,000 lien for the chance to "cream" Emerald. He invited you to send him a DM, and, with your low bank balance fresh in your mind, you finally do.
His response comes quickly.
"You srs? I posted this almost a week ago!"
You type your apology, making the excuse that it took a week to convince her to be open to the idea, but that if he's still interested, you might be able to make it work. The man responds quickly.
"The offer is still open. I'll pay 1k lien. Cash. But I want full access to her. Creampie."
"Are you disease free?" you type back.
"Got a certificate from a doctor. Can get an updated one if you want." he replied. "This isn’t a new thing. I like sampling new girls on the sites. Bit of a collector. Like knowing I've banged new girls before they're famous."
He has money, then. That much is probably obvious given he's willing to pay so much for someone as inexperienced as Emerald, but it's still valuable information. He sounds like an eccentric – the type to have an ego, and who wants to be able to tell people he's slept with a lot of women. Some people like collecting slaves, or visiting all the brothels, and he likes tapping porn actresses at the start of their careers.
It takes all types, you suppose.
"Would you be okay with it being a video?"
"Go for it. Let the world watch. 😁"
You have to make a choice now on this, because you know this man won't give you any more second chances. If you agree, then tomorrow's video in the evening will be this man with Emerald. You won't get much say on how it's directed or filmed, but how well it does really doesn’t matter all that much, does it? Emerald probably isn't going to make a video worth 1,000 lien with anyone, and anything you do end up making will just be a bonus.
This ought to make Emerald more open to being used by other people, too.
>Yes - let him "act" with Emerald for the 1k + any video profits
>No
You accept the offer, and the man responds back that he can be available tomorrow night. You give him the hotel’s address and tell him you’ll meet him in the foyer, which should provide some protection in the unlikely event this is a trap of some kind. You doubt it. Performing a crime in front of a camera would be a bad idea.
You make it clear you’ll expect to see his medical certificate too, and both agree a time for this to happen. It’ll take place tomorrow evening, and the video will replace the one you’d have otherwise sent out. You’ll need to be there to video it, though. Beyond just being there, you need to make sure Emerald is safe.
And given that she’s busy all day today, she doesn’t even know you’re making arrangements to pimp her out tomorrow. Maybe you should buy her something nice for lunch, take her out for a bit, and break the news there.
With an extra 1,000 lien in the bank tomorrow night, you can afford to.
You put away your scroll and head out.
It turns out that Velvet is in a good enough mood to meet you after work, even agreeing to come to the park to see you. It's an improvement from having to hunt her down during her lunch breaks, and you can't help but think it's a good sign for the future. If she was having second thoughts and wanted to back out, then she'd probably have ghosted you.
You sit on a park bench and wait for her to arrive, and she shows up all too soon in a pretty sweater and a disposable cup of bubble tea. "Hello Joker!" she calls, waving and smiling brightly at you before sitting down. "It's a great day, isn't it?"
Someone's happy.
"It sure is." And it might get better for you tonight. "How was work?"
"Oh, it was good. Coco was her usual self, but I just ignored her for the most part." Velvet giggles, clearly in too good a mood to have let Coco get to her. "And I did a little shopping during lunch. Bought some things I'd been eyeing for a while."
"That's great. The money you earn is meant to be spent."
"Hm." Velvet sips her tea through her straw for a second. "Y—You know," she says, back to her stammering. "I watched the video last night."
"Nothing wrong with that. I watch them as well. Got to make sure they're doing well. What did you think? I edited a few bits out – mostly before we got started, but also you namedropping Coco at the end there. I figured you wouldn't want that."
"Huh? Did I say—? I can't have said that." Velvet laughs.
She did, but you let it be. "Must have been me mishearing things. So, what do you think of it?"
"I… I thought it was good." Velvet cups her tea between two hands, her fingers playing over one another atop the plastic, and her eyes staring down into it. There's a nervousness to her like always, but also a contentment that is much newer. She's smiling into the cup. "It looked really good. I… I looked really good." Her cheeks heat up. "Naughty. Dirty. Slutty."
"It was just acting. There's nothing wrong with—"
"I liked it."
The words are stolen from your mouth, and you're not sure they matter anymore anyway. Of all the things for her to say, you definitely didn't expect this. And this is a nice surprise, indeed. You lean forward, looking to meet her eyes, and you do, for a moment, before she blushes back down into her plastic cup.
"I looked…. I looked so lewd and naughty, and…" Velvet takes a deep breath. "And sexy."
"You did," you say. "And you are." Her cheeks heat up further. "Didn't I tell you that before? I told you there was nothing bad about how you look, Velvet. You're the one who didn't believe me because you were too busy comparing yourself to Coco."
"And Coco cheats," she finishes. "I know. All that product and all that skincare, and the stylists and beauticians…" Her breath becomes raspy as she says, "But it was me on that bed, me that everyone was looking at, and all those people were there to watch me."
Velvet's knees bunch together on the bench.
"I read every comment."
Really? Not even you do that, and it's your job to keep an eye on things. Most comments are just garbage anyway, easily ignored, and you know Emerald doesn't feel much for all those random people calling her a slut or saying they want to fuck her throat raw.
"They were… They were saying a lot of things…"
"Good things?" you ask.
"I don't know. They made me feel strange. Should I be happy that people I don’t know are saying they'd love to have sex with me?"
You've heard of this situation before, usually with younger people and social media. It's called a parasocial relationship, and it can be quite unhealthy – especially when young women are convinced to share increasingly risqué pictures of themselves online in exchange for approval.
It wouldn't be mentally healthy for Velvet to get stuck in that cycle, but you can't deny that it would make her easier to lead toward other forms of sex work, and it'd probably be something the fans of your videos would enjoy – especially if you could get her to interact with them.
>INTERACT WITH COMMENTS: Suggest that Velvet take it further still and interact with her fans by replying to their comments on your videos and asking for advice on how to get better.
>READ COMMENTS: Encourage Velvet to read the comments, and to feel empowered by them and use them to build her self-esteem.
>IGNORE COMMENTS: Tell Velvet to ignore the comments.
"There's nothing wrong with using the kind words and praise of others to feel better about yourself."
It's to easy to lead Velvet down the wrong path, and she makes it oh so attractive to do so. The cute faunus looks at you with surprise, but she listens to every word, perhaps showing already just how desperate she is for approval.
"One of the reasons pretty people are confident is because other people tell them that. Coco has been told by so many people that she's good-looking, and smart, and has an incredible fashion sense – and that's made her more confident. There's no reason you shouldn't feel the same way at this."
Velvet giggles. "Even if they're saying they want to bend me over a table?"
"Even then." You bump your knee against hers. "Think about it. What they're saying is that you're so good-looking, so desirable, so god-damn sexy that they want to do that. They want you, Velvet. Not me, not Coco, not Emerald." You lean in. "They. Want. You."
The girl's breath comes out in a tumbling rush.
You know it excites her.
It probably isn't turning her on or anything, but it's the same feeling someone has when a stranger looks their way. You feel empowered and confident, and just a little more pleased with yourself. It can last hours, even days, and Velvet has been hit with a swarm of it from her adoring fans.
Sure, you know they'd be drooling over any other woman as well. They're just horny men on a porn video, and they're only saying those things because they want to see more of her. Most of them would fuck Emerald just as readily, and probably Coco even more so, but Velvet doesn't know that. Velvet is too pure for this world.
And that's why you have to taint her.
"You should look at those comments and feel powerful. Take them to heart. Whenever you're having a bad day, or when Coco is being a pain, pull out your scroll and have a look. Remind yourself that all these men would form orderly lines just for the chance to touch you."
"N—Not that we'd let them."
"Not that we'd let them," you agree, missing out the yet from the sentence. "But it's good to know, isn't it?"
"I guess it did feel nice…"
"There's nothing wrong with wanting more either," you say. "Positive comments mean a positive video, and we obviously want to make the best videos we can."
"Right. Yes."
"But, you know… maybe you should consider making yourself an account on that site and replying to some of those comments."
"Eh!?" Velvet jumps, juggling her bubble tea and almost spilling it. "What!?"
"Not with your real name or anything," you say, catching it and handing it back to her. Velvet sips on the straw to hide her embarrassment. "I just think that a little fan interaction might go a long way. It would help you find out what they like about you, how to improve, how to make better videos. And it'd make them happy as well. A lot of fans of celebrities and the like cam feel pretty left out because their stars act like they don't exist."
"I… I guess so…"
"It's just a thought," you say, knowing she's considering it. You'll leave her with the idea. A little seed. "Even if it’s just you responding to the highest-ranked comments and thanking them or encouraging them to check out your next videos. Little things like that can really make people like you."
Velvet's fingers play with the straw. "I guess that couldn't hurt…"
"It might also lead to you getting some loyal fans who buy all your videos. Imagine it, a loyal squad of your most dedicated fans, who think Velvet Scarlatina is the most beautiful girl in Vale."
"Oh, stop," she says, but she's giggling again. "That'd never happen!"
"Not if you don't take steps to make it happen, it won't." You give her a gentle nudge. "And, really, what can it hurt? You're already reading all the comments. It won't take a lot of work to reply to one or two of them, would it?"
Velvet hums but doesn't commit.
“By the way,” you say, “What are your thoughts about acting with someone other than me?”
“Eh? You mean Emerald?”
“Emerald for one, but I’ve recently hired a guy. He’s nice. Real sweet. Obnoxiously buff, too.”
“Obnoxiously…?”
You show her the picture and are immediately forced to soothe your pride as Velvet takes your scroll, hands included, and tilts it so she can get a better look at those abs. Damn you, Jaune Arc. Damn you for what you unknowingly do.
“Hellooo~” purrs Velvet, then realises what she just said. “Eep!”
“Is that a yes?” you ask.
Velvet bobs her head, too embarrassed to speak. You split up soon after, planning to meet again tonight for your video. When you get back to the hotel, to the empty room, you check your site, and navigate down to the comments section.
Sure enough, Velvet has responded to them.
A lot of them.
She's written thanks, answered some questions, even posted some blushing emojis and given flustered responses that the commenters might imagine are fake, but which you know are 100% real.
Some of the comment threads are already quite long, with them liking how easily Velvet is swept away into replying. For all that she said she'd try a few, it looks like she's surrendered herself fully, taking genuine pleasure and confidence in all these "nice people" telling her she's beautiful.
There are even some where they ask if she'll do girl-on-girl, rough sex, anal or more, and, to your pleasure, Velvet replied with a simple sentence.
"I’ll look into it if that’s what you all want. 😳😖😳"
You chuckle and put your scroll away. It’s time to prepare for the night’s movie.
Velvet is on her knees tonight, between your legs, with her delicate fingers around your balls and her small tongue lapping slowly against your shaft. Her brown eyes look past your own cock up at you, seeking your attention. Seeking praise, affirmation, and assurances that she's doing a good job. She plants tiny kisses all over you, eyes closing softly as she leans in, presses her nose against you, and nuzzles your manhood.
"That's a good little bunny," you purr. "Are you a good little bunny girl?"
Velvet pulls back, blinks prettily, and makes an affirmative sound. "Mhmmm."
"What are you?"
"I'm your good little bunny girl, master."
She certainly is. Velvet is a natural submissive, and she wasn't at all against the idea of playing up her faunus traits. You moan contently as she goes back in to nuzzle and rub her face and mouth into you. Your hands stroke up her hair to one of her ears, and you pinch them, tailing your thumb and finger up the long rabbit ear. It looks like fur, but it's really just more hair, as soft and well-maintained as all the other hair on her head.
You gently push her away and aim your member at her face. Velvet looks up at you, then down, then makes a show of poking out her pink tongue and running it across her lips. You don't think she's addicted to the taste of you or anything. Rather, she's determined to do her best and please her fans. Velvet is hungry for their responses and wants to see them praise her.
She craves it, and so she'll work her hardest to make it happen.
You grip both her ears in one hand, careful not to squeeze too tight or pull on them and steer her head forward. Velvet closes her eyes and opens her mouth, and soon you're pulling her onto you, sliding your tingling manhood through her lips. Her tongue presses up against the underside of you, wet but firm, and she tastes you with it, making a sound that's halfway between surprised and embarrassed.
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"That's it, you dirty little bunny," you say. "Take it deep. Show your master how much he means to you. Mmm."
Velvet makes a sound back and begins bobbing her head forward and back. She's inexperienced, but not clumsy, and seems more knowledgeable than Emerald was on her first time like this. You wouldn't be surprised if Velvet has been researching online how to do it, desperate not to make any mistakes and upset her fans.
You can appreciate that, and you lean back and let the camera watch her head bounce up and down, so that it can listen to the wet little sounds she makes and see the drool and precum sliding past her lips.
"Such a good pet," you whisper, stroking her hair away from her face so they can see her properly. "Hmm, yes, I'm so glad I picked you up at the pet store. Such a good little bunny. Are you enjoying your carrot?"
Velvet looks up, makes an appreciative sound, and bobs her head, all while keeping your cock inside her mouth.
"I'm glad to hear it. You'll have plenty of carrots here. Maybe I should even leave a carrot with you tonight, and let you rut yourself silly on it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Velvet blushes, but she keeps going, determined to keep to the script. "Such a dirty little bunny. No wonder all those families didn't want you. They must have been afraid you'd be grinding yourself all over the furniture."
You wish you could sit there and enjoy this as it is, but you gently push her away when you're close to bursting. Velvet sits back obediently, sticking her tongue out and even licking the back of her hands like a rabbit cleaning its paws.
You pick her up and pull her to the bed, then have her get on her hands and knees facing the camera. You climb up behind her, sliding on a rubber. Velvet is a little too panicky yet to want to go raw, but you're sure you could convince her if you got yourself an aura-based contraceptive. Either way, the cameras won't notice from this angle.
"Are you ready to show your master how much you love him?"
Velvet shakes her rear end at you and pushes her head down so it sticks up more. "I'm ready, master. Bunny loves her master!"
You could get used to this, and if you ever wanted to train a slave this way then you could actually turn one into something similar. It's tempting, but that's obviously for the future, and not for Velvet. This is just acting – though that doesn't mean you can’t enjoy it.
You push into her, watching as her folds part around you and stretch wide open. Velvet mewls a little, spreading her knees further apart, but she's taken you once and doesn't feel any of the pain or discomfort she might have been expecting.
As you glide inside her, you feel her tense under you, squeezing you tight as a gasp slips out of her. You're still the first man she's ever been with, and it's only her second day of not being a virgin. Velvet still feels wonderfully unsure and responsive, but there's also a new energy to her. A curiosity, and a desire to know and experience more.
It's not a surprise, then, when you bottom out inside her, and rather than wait for you to begin, Velvet starts to experiment by rocking herself forward and back. She hasn't yet found the right angle or method to thrust back onto you, but she's trying.
"Such an eager little bun," you say, grasping her hips. You marvel at how slim she is, that you can hold her with your thumb on her back and your fingers around her front. "I guess your instincts are kicking in already, huh? Fucking like rabbits."
You firmly pull her back and onto you, both to take control but also to show her the proper way to do it. Velvet catches on soon after, adjusting her legs and pushing her hips back. She finds it soon enough, and then she's gasping for air as she realises just how good it can feel. Her fingers grasp at the bedsheets as she slaps her ass back against your pelvis, meeting every thrust halfway and driving you deeper and deeper.
You fuck her like that, enjoying the simple pleasure of it – both of the soft warmth of her pussy, but also the harsh little sounds she makes as she discovers all these new things with you. On you. Velvet's breasts swing beneath her as she moves, and you soon decide she's had ample time to get comfortable and begin to move faster.
"Ah! Ah!" Velvet's head snaps back, "Mmm! Yes, master!"
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You remember an old comment and grasp her by the ears. You're careful not to pull back on them like you might have her hair, because that's bound to be painful, but you squeeze them together and tense your arm so it looks like you are. It causes her to look up and ahead, straight into the camera, and Velvet does just that, with her mouth open and her eyes glazing over.
Is she imagining the comments now? Is she imagining men at their computers, jacking off into their hands?
"Ngh! Ah! Yes, master. Yes!"
"Such a bunny slut," you growl, and give her a spank. It's not hard, not at all, but Velvet moans all the same. "You're doing such a good job. Maybe a good enough job for me to let you sleep in the same bed as me tonight."
Velvet squeezes you tight. "Really, master!?" she cries, grinding back onto you. "You'll let me sleep with master and not in my pen?" This is new, and unplanned, but Velvet doesn't stop. "You won't put me in my little cage? Oh please, master. It's so uncomfortable in there. I can't get my fingers to my naughty tail and touch myself. It makes me feel all itchy and sore rubbing my pussy against the bars!"
"Fucking hell!"
That's not part of the script either, but the words are torn from you.
The image she paints, of her trapped in a tiny wire-frame cage with her butt pressed up against it, skin moulding against the criss-crossing metal as she looks helplessly back at you, is almost too much for you. You're sure it is for the audience as well.
Maybe you should visit a fucking pet shop at this rate and make it a reality!
You groan and plunge into her one last time. You cry out as you come, and accidentally put too much weight on Velvet as you lean over her, knocking her down flat on the bed. You smother her after, laying prone atop her, pinning her to the sheets with her cheek resting against yours, your ass clenching as you fill your condom.
Gods, but you wish you were filling her right now.
"Thank you, master," she says. "Thank you for cumming inside me. Ah, I'm going to have a litter of little bunnies!"
You groan again, feeling your stick seed against yourself inside the tight rubber.
"C—Cut," you moan, rolling off and out of her. You scrape your condom up your length, tie the end and toss it into the bin. You wish Emerald was here to lick it clean, or just to be someone you could blast away inside of without complaint.
Velvet won't do that, though.
Not yet.
Instead, she brings her legs under her and sits on her knees, flushed pink but smiling. "Did I do good?"
"You were… You were amazing." It's not a word of a lie. Velvet put a lot into the show tonight, and you hope the audience appreciates it. "Those lines, though. Damn, Velvet. I didn't think you had it in you."
"Ah." Velvet blushes. "I talked to some of those comments like you said, and I asked the ones who wanted to see pet play what they liked. Some of them were a little creepy," she admits, looking away, "but they all agreed the faunus should be really stupid and dumb, like an animal, and that I should want to be bred."
You can't help but think those same people would like to see faunus treated as lesser beings as well, but you don't want to ruin the mood by saying that. Besides, if it leads to Velvet putting this much into her performances, then it's a good thing.
"Let me get your payment," you tell her. "You're welcome to use the shower if you like."
"T—Thank you." And the stammering is back. "I think I'll take you up on that."
Video Results:
Joker x Velvet: "My Pet Bunny"
Joker – 1 Star
Velvet – 3 Star
Base Roll: 177
Modifiers:
Pet Play (+10%)
Faunus (+10%)
Maledom – Major kink (+25%)
Reputation (-45%)
Final Roll: 177
Comments:
Seeing a faunus take a human cock is the best, especially when they know their place.
Casting a faunus as the pet here is a clear winner. Bun-Bun is such a hot bunny. BunBun: I’m glad you liked it! ❤️
Where can I find this pet shop? Asking for a friend.
Wow, she's really into it here – you see the way she looks at the camera? Love this girl! BunBun: Thank you for the kind words!!! 😘
We love you, bun-bun! Best actress on this damn site! BunBun: Thank you! I'm doing my best to please you all! 😊
Videos Sold: 80 lien
Salary: -120 lien
Legacy Earnings: 9 lien
Total Profits: 97 lien
Author's Note:
Original Quest: https://fiction.live/stories/Running-the-Red-Light/z3DQkYE5X8YBXovZ8/home
Visual Novel: https://andoravn.itch.io/running-the-red-light