"Don't bother, she's already posted it."
It had been a gamble for James, but he had calculated the odds to be highly in his favour.
He might not have been close friends with Olivia, nor have ever stuck with her for a whole day, but he had observed enough to understand that she loved the lifestyle.
Like almost every other female teen, she loved the attention, the fame. She loved to stand out and be loved, and full of ambition to attain more clout, she loved to be in control.
Olivia wasn't stupid, it was only normal she backed up her blackmail material.
The woman informing the woman of her findings meant her sharing the power she believed she would wield over him once she made her threat.
James believed the girl was bright enough to understand this, and in that case, given her limited expertise, he didn't expect her backup to go beyond a video saved in her laptop or uploaded to her cloud.
Looking at Olivia's confident gaze back in the party, the girl sure he would squirm and immediately bend to her words, James had been plenty sure of his thought process.
It had been a risk, but he had taken it.
If Olivia had demanded for something else, asked for some favors when he became president, James might have obliged to play her game, but it would be the dumbest thing for him to listen and give her more blackmail material.
It was unfortunate that life was a bitch; just because a club had five previous wins in a row and were playing the team at the bottom of the table did not mean they would win again.
James had made his bet and he had lost, and if he knew things would turn out this way, he could have sought to placate Olivia, but oh well...
James paused in his actions with the blonde bitch's computer. He kept it on the table and turned to the two girls behind, noticing the dotted milky white sheets that covered the mattress they were sitting on.
"Which of you is her roommate?" James asked.
"Me." The girl who had spoken earlier calmly said, her dark eyes sparkling as she looked at James.
James noticed the pink ribbon on the head of the girl who had spoken, he briefly glanced to the side at her friend who cut her hair short and wore tights that revealed a lot of her thighs.
"You said she's posted it."
"Yes." The girl with the ribbon answered.
She looked away from him, tapped on her phone screen and then turned it towards him, a familiar blog hosting a video on display.
James bit his lips as a video played on the wide screen. His eyes got moist but he steeled them and kept looking straight.
It had been years since James last saw this video, only ever watching it once.
His mind told him to look away, that what he was currently doing would only contaminate and weaken his willpower, but doom had already claimed James, grey miasma beginning to leave his form.
James saw himself in the screen, his younger self carrying a massive grin on his face, unaware that he was being filmed, his thoughts only on the pussy he was about to fuck.
The video didn't show the girl but he could remember the expectant expression that had been on her face. Perhaps that should have been a warning signal to him, but how much could the mind of a perverted teen fight against the power of pussy.
James watched himself happily strip, the jersey he had been putting on coming off, his tiny three-inch hard dick coming into the picture, put on full display as he stood with a puffed chest.
He watched confusion come onto his younger self's face, a laugh bursting out from behind the screen, the party's words ringing out and quickly bringing shame to his face.
"How is your dick so tiny."
It had been four years, but on his own James remembered the six-letter sentence, the tone and pitch of its owner fresh in his head.
The video still had a bit more content, the part of him trying to explain and then soon begging, but James looked away from the phone at that point and silently exited the room.
Leaving the sorority house, James returned to the car, tapped his phone, went to Olivia's blog and confirmed the presence of the video. He opened the comments which had rapidly begun accumulating.
{No fucking way, is that James Lenslive!!}
{Somebody tell me this is fake!!}
{My marker is bigger than that.!!}
{I always knew he was a sissy. I bet he bends over for it.}
{Always so high and mighty…..}
Before James could read any more comments, a call came into his phone.
He ended it, but almost immediately another came in.
For several seconds, James found himself continuously declining phone calls and then he switched off his phone and got the car moving.
With neither a smile or a frown on his face, he drove under the watch of the night, passing several cars and making his way out of the university, dots of grey leaving him.
The sight of cars, their headlights and the roar of engines was plenty distracting. He got on the highway, driving on it for several minutes then exited, finding himself on a new foreign road.
The trees by the road were new to him, the buildings to the side new. The lamps were familiar though, and when James spotted the heavy bright lights of a trailer up ahead, the roar of its engine thundering, he stepped on the throttle, grey miasma filling every corner of the car, black dots beginning to appear and beginning to form in the miasma.
Getting new orders, the car jerked forward, moving with a roar and quickly gaining speed. It overtook two cars ahead and swerved to the left, bringing its form in front of a machine of similar concept, but with more tyres and a much bigger frame.
Bam!!