Chapter 10

Angela got back to her flat and noticed Teresa, the Russian girl, on her new iPhone on the sofa. She suddenly hid the screen from view as Angela entered the room. Angela would normally have teased her about what she was hiding, but was preoccupied with her mother’s message and wanted to go straight to her room.

Teresa looked at Angela with a strange half smile. “How are you?” she asked. “I’m OK, sorry, I just need to call my parents, I can chat later though OK?” Angela walked straight into her room.

Teresa waited for the door to shut, then looked back to her phone. She had just been sent links from a strange Facebook profile, to various websites. The websites were porn sites, and the links led directly to a profile in the name of “Angela Candelema”. Teresa was astonished to see her friend’s naked body in various photos and videos of her having sex with a man in what seemed like a hotel room. The movies looked almost professional and Angela seemed to be staring directly into the camera a lot of the time, whilst sucking and licking a clean shaven cock and balls.

It was not Peter, her boyfriend; she saw enough in the video to recognise a middle aged, out of shape, male body when she saw it despite his face being carefully blurred out. She could not believe Angela had agreed to be filmed like this. She had seen Angela topless before but never as naked as this, and bit her lips as she watched, on the small iPhone screen, Angela sticking her fingers into her pussy, massaging her tits and licking her lips like a porn start while staring into the camera.

Wow! So little miss perfect was secretly a whore? Or doing porn? Why? And who was it who had leaked this? Teresa guessed that Angela had not consented to this being leaked. She would be horrified. She tried to guess when it was taken, there were no tan lines on Angela’s body, so it was likely before the summer. Her hair was also much longer here.

Teresa herself had done escort work. She had also been photographed naked and secretly dreaded them coming out. She resented the much cleverer Angela, with the perfect job, perfect personality and perfect boyfriend, who would never do such dirty things. But here she was now! In fact this seemed like a prostitute meeting. But why had she agreed to be filmed so blatantly?

Teresa admired Angela’s body and became hot and bothered at the humiliation she was going to endure. Surely she was not the only person this link had been sent to?

Angela charged her phone, then went on her laptop and called her mother in Barcelona. She also opened her Facebook, and was puzzled to see a buzz of notifications and new friend requests. She was receiving new messages, it seemed, by the minute.

Her called connected and her mother answered. “Angela, are you OK, have you heard?”

“I am fine. Heard about what, mama?” asked Angela. She prayed her family were OK.

“Oh Angela, you don’t know yet...” she heard her mother start to sob, and Angela grew terrified. “We have been getting these messages ... we all have ... Oh I am sorry I think maybe you needed the money and we never helped you ... you could have asked us...”

Angela suddenly became puzzled. What was this? Suddenly, she became curious and clicked a message on Facebook from what seemed like a Nigerian man. It contained a link to a website. She then saw a message from a friend, Pinar, which said “Hi Angela, been getting strange messages all about you, what is going on?”

“Mama, I am fine, what is wrong I don’t understand?”

Angela’s mother just continued to sob. “We still love you darling, please don’t worry.”

“What do you mean?” Angela was starting to freak out. She noticed she had another text message, this time from Peter. She quickly read it. “Hey been sent some videos and photos of you, somebody is targeting you I think, we need to talk.”

Angela initially relaxed. So this was some online joke? “Mama, is this something to do with internet messaging? Don’t worry I always get these stalkers, it’s probably nothing.”

“Angela, you are on video, everyone can see!” her mother moaned. Angela frowned. What on earth was her mother talking about? Had someone recorded her having a shower?

“Look mama, I will call you back OK let me check this.”

Angela went through the messages. She eventually found one message from a friend, Carrie. It simply said “I think you need to look at this.” And it led to a link. She clicked it.

Angela’s heart jumped out of her throat. It was a porn site. On the full screen of her laptop was a photograph of herself, naked, smiling directly at the camera.

It took a few seconds for her to process it. It was definitively her, was it photoshopped? Surely it must be, she could not remember this. She then clicked another photograph. This time, she was in red panties, her hand was inside them, while her other hand held her nipple, and again she was smiling directly into the camera.

The red panties brought it back. This was the hotel room where she had met the client, “Alan”. But he had taken no photos? There was no camera. Was she going mad?

There were more photos, some of her looking into the camera, others of her from the side, and from different angles. She was naked in most of them. At the last, she silently screamed. Her ass was in the air, own anus and vagina was staring at her from the screen, and she was horrified to see her face smiling over shoulder. She was mortified!