Chapter 14

Pinkmeth could not last as a site, even on the dark web. It was shut down in 2014 for good. Pembroke bemoaned the loss of community. He still had details of girls and their photos but without sharing the conquests he found it too boring just having them to himself. There were copycat websites though all were soon shut down.

He tried to find Angela, and was a little annoyed to find her non-porn persona had disappeared from the internet. He did guess that she might have committed suicide. This upset him, both in terms of not wanting that much harm on her, and of ruining “the chase” of catching her and updating her new friends/ associates about her pornographic past.

Revenge porn laws came into force and Pembroke grew weary of repeating what he had done to other girls. It became well known that people might film others for sex and his glasses now evoked weary looks even on public transport and he eventually threw them away.

Angela could not get rid of her videos and photos from all sites. She tried to put it out of her mind and enjoyed Paris. She spoke French excellently and became very popular with pupils and teachers. A few months into her job, however, one of her pupils was browsing through porn when he came across one of Angela’s videos. He watched it for five minutes listening to it in English, before realising that this girl in the video was his teacher, Ms Candelema! He searched under her surname and found numerous other links and more videos and photos. He confided in another friend, who shared it and before the end of the week every pupil was looking at her naked on their phones.

Angela was confidently explaining the political constitution of Spain to her pupils, when she heard a loud noise from one phone at the back of class “You’ve got a lovely cock!” she froze, she recognised it from one of the videos, it was her voice, said as she as sucking on the client’s cock.

A few days later, she was informed that she could not teach at the school anymore. The management were much more sympathetic than in London but explained that they could not have a female teacher whom all the pupils had seen naked having sex as their teacher. Angela did not put up much complaint this time.

She returned to her parents in Barcelona. She rarely met her old friends, all of whom knew her as the bright young star who had inexplicably thrown her future away by becoming an amateur porn star. Her father had grown depressed, his daughter was the apple of his eye and her implosion affected him deeply. He died a few months later.

After the funeral, Angela decided she could not longer hope to work in a public facing role, crushing her dreams. She was still very qualified and personable and managed to train as an auditor. She dyed her hair blonde and moved to Munich and learnt German. She found a Turkish boyfriend, and married him. It helped him with his visa and enabled her to get a new surname “Yildiz”. Blonde, Maria Yildiz worked quietly at her company, avoiding social pleasantries and getting pregnant with a young daughter, born in 2015.

It was when getting maternity leave that someone at her company found her maiden name and googled it. They managed to find a link to a story about a women being fired from a school in London. This piqued their interest and after amateur sleuthing they found her videos on porn each engines. In a moment of horny depravity, they commented under the very popular video that “This is Maria Yildiz, she is currently living in Munich as an accountant.”

Someone eventually took this up, and before long word got out among her colleagues and when she returned she eventually found that every one of her co workers had seen the videos, now years old. Angela took it stoically, and continued to work there.

However, one work evening, the managing partner drunkenly propositioned her and a more junior girl. Angela was outraged and complained to HR. HR and the managing partner brought up her sordid pornographic past and made her out to be unreliable as a witness. She stood her ground and continued working there, but eventually quit. She hated the soulless corporate world anyway.

She instead found work in her husband’s café in Munich, and her radiant personality increased custom twofold. In fact, she even began plans to open up a second café across town, with her husband managing it. Angela was delighted; she thought she had finally found her calling while having a family life.

One jealous rival, however, hated her for taking his custom away. He could not, however, compete the ever popular beautiful and intelligent Maria Yildiz. Until, one day, an anonymous message came providing a link to several porn videos. The rival managed to leverage the local conservatism of the Turkish community and spread her videos everywhere. Local women stopped coming to the cafes now that a “whore” was running them. Meanwhile, her husband was humiliated. One night, in drunken anger, he beat her up and left her in hospital.

Angela fled back to Spain to live with her mother and her young daughter in 2019. She was now thirty, a single mother and the chance of a successful corporate career was no longer viable or appealing. She helped around the house and became the manager of a local café catering to immigrants. She did not care that the locals new about her videos and her past. She was happy to be with her mother and her daughter.

Money, however, began to become a problem especially with the covid lockdowns. Angela lost her income, and decided that perhaps she should embrace the oldest profession. She had done it once before, and it had cost her almost everything. What would it hurt if she tried it some more?

“Maria Yildiz” worked first as a escort for an agency, skirting covid lockdown rules, then as an independent, and eventually ran her own small coterie of hookers from various places like the Ivory Coast, Romania, Russia and Turkey, as well as taking care of high end clients herself.

She still had a gorgeous figure after childbirth and entering her thrities. Her breasts were fuller and her hips wider and her wit, smile, and warmth and multi linguistic abilities meant she was starting to earn more than ever and was extremely popular with wealthy and discreet patrons. Her girls were chosen for their beauty but also personality and trustworthiness. Angela was open to her mother about what she did. Her mother did not mind. She had hated the other women who had taken sickening delight in her daughter’s earlier downfall and was proud of her daughter’s struggle and loved her granddaughter, Yasmin. Angela, her mother, her daughter, often had group dinners with her hooker girls at their house on a Friday night to celebrate another week of lucrative work.

Chapater 11

Edward Pembroke continued to accumulate money, and when his mother finally died during the covid epidemic, he sold the family home, and moved to his own place in the south of Spain while working part time remotely.

It was 2024, Edward Pembroke was now sixty four years old living by himself in a villa. Alcohol abuse had left him looking ten years older and without his mother providing any limits on his behaviour, he was burning through his money which he had no one to leave to anyway.

Prostitutes came and went, and on more than one occasion he was robbed in his own home by hookers who drugged him and made off with jewellery and whatever they could find. Pembroke spent a lot of his time on the beach, perving at young girls and making videos. In moments of clarity, he realised that he was just waiting to die, there was nothing to live for. He still remembered Angela as the one female who had shown him some kind of fleeting love and after one robbery the first thing he checked was that his box containing her still fragrant panties and bra was still there.

No woman since had come close to make him feel like she had done. And he had not successfully recorded any such woman in as much detail nor been able to put it online now that laws were stricter and awareness was greater.

He had lost track of Angela after finding she had been in, and left, Paris. He periodically checked what he could find about her home village outside Barcelona but could find nothing online. He knew her parents address and had once driven there and parked across the house. He had even seen an old woman who looked a little like Angela walk into the house, but could not be sure it was the mother.

He did not know that her life had been ruined. He still saw her videos online everywhere. In fact, on some forums, under her videos, he boastfully commented that he was the one who took the video, and that Angela Candelema was the greatest fuck ever. He never left his real name, or at least hoped not, sometimes he was so drunk he did not know what he was doing, he realised.

He wondered how he should feel about Angela. He thought of her as indestructible, a force of female nature, she was so beautiful that she would persevere anyway. And if not, such power needed to be checked by perverts like him. Most of his reasoning came from the feelings aroused from his cock, as every time he thought of Angela he felt his cock bulge.

One pleasant Friday evening, Pembroke smoked a cigar in his empty villa outside the swimming pool. He was sober and had his villa tidied recently. He felt a little more put together today. Perhaps, he thought, he should go into town? But, all by himself?

He decided to order another escort. He used an agency’s specific app, and then had to make a short video call to an operator.

Maria Yidiz, Angela, was herself with her mother and daughter at a restaurant. Her phone buzzed, and she looked up the app she used for her escort business.

Angela was a practised professional, and winked at her mother who smiled knowingly. Her mother started to chat to the daughter, little Yasmin, while Angela walked quickly outside and spoke into the phone.

“Hello, this is Midnight Luxury, who am I speaking to?”

“Oh hi ... err ... this is Michael”, a heavily accented voice said in broken Spanish,” I’m English, I was wondering if I could book an escort for tonight? I live near Cuadamerra and I want to bring a girl to a restaurant then take her home, ... and well ... you know...”

“OK darling, can we have a very quick video chat? They were both speaking in Spanish, Angela’s very slow, and Pembroke’s very poor.

Edward Pembroke was past caring about revealing himself and started up the video function. Thirteen years later, bearded, without glasses, and on a small phone screen, speaking Spanish instead of English, there was no reason for Angela to recognise him as “Alan” her fateful client from London all those years ago.