Chapter 4: The Entrepreneurial Spirit

Harriet slept late the following morning after a night of strange and disturbing dreams, and realised that Andrew had already dressed and gone downstairs as she rose from their bed. She suddenly panicked about Witness’s bedclothes in the dryer and rushed down to the kitchen. But there was no domestic disaster. Andrew seemed to have everything under control. The kids were up and eating their breakfast. Harriet went into the utility room and emptied the dryer into a clean black bag. She returned to the kitchen.

She sat down and Andrew handed her a cup of coffee.

“Are you ok, mum?”, asked Hannah.

“Your mum’s just tired after last night”, said Andrew, his hand on Harriet’s shoulder. Harriet just nodded and sipped her coffee.

Andrew left for work and Harriet saw the kids out of the house with their school bags. Once they were clear of the close she immediately closed the curtains and picked up her phone. There was a new comment on yesterday’s video. “Perfect cream pie”. Once again she cast the video onto the large screen.

She watched her body and listened to her moans. Her hand went into her panties and she fingered herself as she watched herself being taken hard. She watched both of her videos a number of times before deciding to explore the site some more.

The site seemed to be free to join, but she was nervous about signing up. It seemed she could see it all without joining anyway, so she couldn’t understand how Witness was making any money. She had to find out.

Once again there was a box from the postman to take in and once again she waited for Witness’s van to arrive. Struggling with both the large box and the bag of laundry she made her way across the road whilst he watched from his door. She dumped them both in his hallway. He didn’t say thank you, but he did pick up the box easily under one arm.

She waited for him to climb the stairs before she followed into his room where she noticed his bed dressed with more yet more tasteful bedclothes. Once again she was facing his wide smile. She felt so small.

She undressed at his instruction, whilst he busied himself on his laptop. She heard the sound of a printer in another room and he left. He returned shortly carrying an A4 piece of card. He stood before her still clothed and smiled and nodded when he saw she was still wearing the necklace. He lifted it and let it fall back between her breasts, feeling her tit as it bounced.

“You said you didn’t buy me this”, she said.

“I didn’t”, he replied.

“Then who did?”.

“Hold this up and smile”, he said as he handed her the card. She looked at it. It was a certificate. The spade logo at the top, this time with a crown and the letters QoS underneath. The text read “Snowbunny HPSaucy is certified as Queen of Spades. Issued by the BNWO Council”. She held it up as he took a few pictures of her smiling with it held slightly to one side so you could see her tits.

“Who are the BNWO Council?”, she asked.

Witness shrugged, “I don’t know. I only print them out”.

“What’s this all about?”, she wasn’t going to stop asking until she had an answer.

He stepped back looking her up and down as if wondering whether to tell her.

“People rate you. When you get a certain score you get that certificate. It’s just downloaded from the internet. I didn’t make it”.

“How does that make you money?”, she wasn’t going to stop asking.

“SnowbunnyLoverTim bought you that necklace”, he said.

Harriet looked at him puzzled, she didn’t follow.

Witness sighed and went to his cupboard and removed a box and placed it on the desk. He opened it and she saw it was full of the necklaces.

“I buy them cheap. Men buy them from me at a much higher price to give to you.”. Harriet suddenly understood.

“But you can’t make much from that, can you?”, she asked.

Witness smiled. “You only need one necklace, but I’ve already sold quite a few for you”. Harriet smiled back at his cheek. He was quite the entrepreneur. Andrew might have even been proud. Witness opened the box she had brought with her and pulled out what looked like a piece of cloth. “These are yours too”, he said, throwing it at her.

She caught it. It was a pair of panties, very cheap panties, she thought. They were an off white cream colour with a large black spade symbol on the crotch. Inside the spade were the words “BBC Only”. She laughed as she held them in her hands, “That’s why we pay the licence fee”, she joked.

“Your licence is a lot more expensive”, he replied, “Put them on”.

They were made of quite thin material, but they fit. Despite their tackiness she thought they made her look rather good.

She stood there, looking over at his laptop. “So how much have you made out of me?”

“For you, so far, it’s 8 necklaces and 4 pairs of briefs”, he did a quick calculation and smiled, “That’s over £200 profit”.

“Wow”, she said.

“Then there’s the other stuff”, he said after a pause.

“Other stuff?”

“Sit down”, he told her as he made way at the desk.

She sat down and he launched a video. It showed a point of view shot of a man masturbating. Under his cock was a picture of her topless and smiling, holding up her necklace charm. Her face was clearly visible. She watched as the man ejaculated on it held the picture to the camera proudly, his cum smeared across her face.

“You can see my face?”, she was shocked.

“It’s not public he said. I have subscribers who pay for special access. They won’t share what they had to pay for”

“Do you want to see another?”, he asked.

“Yes”, she replied, fascinated.

The next video was a similar shot, a man’s cock, her picture, but this time in the background a video was playing on a TV. It wasn’t her. It was a woman on a bed surrounded by four large, black men.

She heard the voice of the man masturbating, “You fucking milf slut, you dirty married whore. Take that fucking cock, bitch”, his voice was full of hate. She felt abused and degraded. It played for a minute before Witness leant over and switched it off.

“I don’t normally look at these”, he said.

“Then why do they send them to you? If he hates it so much why is he doing it”.

“They pay for me to show you. I usually just write back a note from the girl to thank them. It seems to work”.

“So you wouldn’t even have showed me if I hadn’t asked”.

“Only if I thought you’d like it. Do you want to see another?”.

Harriet shook her head. It all felt so seedy.

“We should do some thank you videos.”, he said, “Not for these, but the gifts”.

“And that’s more money?”, she was getting wise.

Witness smiled and nodded. Harriet couldn’t help but feel impressed by the way he made it all work. “Ok, what do I have to do?”, she asked, a look of daring excitement on her face.

“First”, he said, “Let’s see you dance.”, then suddenly, “No hold on”, and went to his draw, from which he pulled out one of the spade tattoos. He peeled the backing off and started to apply it to her left tit.

“No, they don’t come off!”, she squealed, remembering the one on her bum that was still there having survived the shower. Witness left the room and returned with a small spray bottle which he handed to her. It was Temporary Tattoo Remover. Harriet read the bottle and nodded. He applied the tattoo with a damp cloth. She looked down at it on her breast, black against her pale skin. It excited her.

Witness turned on the music and held up his phone to record. Harriet stood there in her panties, topless, the tattoo displayed proudly on her breast. “Move”, he encouraged.

She started moving to the rhythm. “That’s it”, he said, “a bit more energy. Get them tits moving.”

She laughed at the instruction and gave a shimmy. Her tits jiggling along with her necklace”

“Good, now turn round and shake that ass”.

She turned, wiggled her hips and then did her best attempt at twerking before bursting into laughter.

“Don’t stop”, said Witness as he moved around recording, “push that pussy forward”. Harriet did some pelvic thrusts, showing off the Queen of Spades panties. “That’ll do”, said Witness.

“What now?”, asked Harriet.

Witness smiled as he undressed.

He stood by her as she gazed at his beautiful, big cock, remembering each of the week’s encounters. Smiling.

He set up his phone on a stand, and asked her to kneel by him, as he positioned it.

“Ok, we go through the list, that’s twelve names. You suck my cock, look at the phone and say thank you and then suck my cock again”.

Harriet smiled, she had been looking forward to tasting the black meat again.

“Ok, ready?”, asked Witness. Harriet nodded. “Ok it’s SnowbunnyLoverTim.” He started to record.

Harriet eagerly took his cock in her mouth as she looked at the phone, she sucked for a moment then broke off, giving a last little lick before smiling at the camera with her best TV presenter impression, “Hi SnowbunnyLoverTim, thank you for the necklace”, she held it up for him to see also making sure he got a good view of her tits, “I really like it, and I really like this”, she said as she eagerly returned to sucking the cock.