Poor Rachel. She used to be the kind of Sissy that was occasionally attracted to Men, the kind of girl who liked to dress and flirt online. She’d been to a couple of parties in North Carolina where she lived, dressed, and had had a bit of a snog and a fumble with some guys after a few drinks. but it really wasn’t serious.
In any case she had her career to think of: the fancy financial corporation she worked for wouldn’t think much of having an employee on its books was ‘like that’. Sure the industry was full of risk-takers, but the golden rule was ‘don’t get caught’!
But then, of course, Rachel *did* get caught. It happened one night when she was home alone, dressed up and playing on the internet after a few drinks – and she gave away just a little too much and *snap* – the trap closed on her.
Now she has two jobs. Respected financial industry stalwart by day, deep-throated Sissy escort by night, servicing strangers bareback, working as a cam whore, servicing multiple men a day.
No cock is denied, because her role is to earn money for her Blackmailer – someone she has never met and likely never will.
In her darkest moments she wonders whether it’s someone from the same corporation she works for. Her boss has certainly got a very fancy new Porsche -maybe he was able to afford it with the money she was earning him?
But then she remembers what she has become and she tells herself: “I’m just fuckmeat: I don’t need to know who’s using me”.
Broken … by Blackmail.
