Eveline's Strangest Journey
Copyright© 2021 by Edward EC
Chapter 24: City Chat with Giselle - Part 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 24: City Chat with Giselle - Part 1 - Eveline Rogers, a failing high school student, loses her clothes forever, but finds fame and success living in the nude.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Mind Control Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace Alternate History DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking White Male White Female Oriental Female Exhibitionism Masturbation Voyeurism Teacher/Student Nudism Politics
Nancy came under increasing pressure from the upper management of Emerald Empire to make arrangements for her favorite presenter to be interviewed. One of the national news networks was filming a series about recent changes in the international art market and would include a segment on the company. It was an opportunity for publicity that would be foolish to pass up.
Nancy did not think having Eveline speaking on television would be a good idea, but her supervisors overruled her. Fortunately Nancy’s employee had moved away from being the nervous, shy high school student that had entered her office just a few months before. Eveline agreed to do the interview.
“I’m gonna need talking points from the public relations department, and a specific list of things you wouldn’t want me to say in public. Don’t assume I’m gonna just know what to say and what not to say. You’re gonna have to tell me so I don’t mess up. I also want the public relations department to get me talking points from the West African Confederation’s embassy. Same thing with them as with the company. I want to know, in writing, what the WAC doesn’t want me to say.”
Eveline drafted Lance to help her get ready for the interview. She ordered him to research how the news outlet interviewed models, especially ones that had been connected to political or business scandals. She also instructed him to find previous interviews with officials from the West African Confederation. When she told Lance about the likelihood Comandante Foxtrot was getting ready to set up a state religion, he responded:
“This is your chance. You can nail that crazy bastard dictator to the wall! You can...”
“Nail ‘that crazy bastard dictator to the wall’? What are you talking about?”
“If he’s buying all that stuff so he can set up his fake religion, you can get the information out there; warn people what he’s up to...”
“Uh, no ... I’m not gonna warn anybody about anything.”
“But I thought that was why they were interviewing you.”
“No, they’re interviewing me because they want a fluff piece on the antique market and they want to put a naked blond girl in front of their cameras.”
“Then make it something more than that! Don’t you want to let everyone know what’s really going on over there?”
“No, I don’t. Let the diplomats handle that. And if you think I’d do anything, anything at all, that’d risk pissing-off Comandante Foxtrot, you’d better think again!”
“Yeah! ‘Let the diplomats handle that!’ Like that’s gonna happen! That’s the problem! No one wants to piss-off Comandante Foxtrot! So, he keeps doing all that shit! That’s...”
“Lance! Lance! You listen to me! I’ve been right next to him a couple of times! He’s had his arm around me! He’s talked to me and I’ve looked him in the eyes! That dude is fucking scary! There is something about him, I can’t explain it, but there’s something about him ... and that’s how he got to where he is today! Maybe somebody can stop him, I wouldn’t know! But it’s not gonna be me!”
“But...”
“Stop! Stop! Let’s have a reality check! I’m an 18-year-old nude model who’s living with my teacher! My mom’s in jail and I’ve got a meth-head brother who blew up our house! That’s my fucking reality! Your reality is, if you love me, you’re gonna do what you can to help me! I don’t need you pushing a bunch of ‘save the world’ bullshit and trying to convince me I need to risk my life, and the lives of everyone at Emerald Empire, ‘for the good of humanity’! I don’t need that shit! I don’t fucking need it! What I need is for you to support me! Do you get it? Do you understand?”
Lance was shocked and terrified by how quickly and how harshly his girlfriend came down on him. She was showing the dark side of herself: angry, cold, and hardened by the realities of life. He had not realized that dark side was part of her.
“Yeah. I ... I ... understand.”
Eveline was continuing to tighten her grip on Lance. She was learning how to better manipulate and control him. She could also see how much she had just scared him. She felt kinda bad about that, because she liked him and admired a lot of things about his character. But Eveline had to survive in a world that was increasingly sinister and hostile. Given that truth, his choice was simple. Either he would assist her in her desire to survive, or he wouldn’t. And if Lance could not make himself useful to Eveline, she’d have no choice but to leave him. She didn’t want to do that. She wanted him in her life, but under her conditions, not anyone else’s.
Nancy had doubts about bothering to contact the embassy of the West African Confederation. They were going to take time to advise an auction presenter doing a fluff interview on a late-night talk show? Yeah right. However, she decided to humor her employee and give her the benefit of the doubt.
To Nancy’s surprise, the WAC embassy press secretary responded almost immediately. Nancy didn’t know that when Eveline gave her high school presentation about the history of the West African Confederation, the embassy had sent an official map and a large portrait of the Supreme Leader. Now that same girl was going to be on national television? Of course the WAC was going to respond.
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