Obey - Malory Chambers - ebook

"Take off your towel and open your window curtains."When Claire gets a call from an unlisted number, she does not know what to think of it. The mysterious husky voice at the other end of the line has a unique proposition for her. For every task she completes, he will bank $10,000 into her account.Shy and naive Claire leaps into a world of exhibitionism, domination, discipline, and voyeurism. Just how deep into the rabbit hole is she willing to go for money?

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(BBW Exhibitionism BDSM)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Penny For Your Pussy

I stared at the pile of unpaid bills on my kitchen table with a frown on my face. It was hard for me to accept that even after taking up two full time jobs, I was still unable to crawl out of the hole of grave that I had managed to dig up during my university days.

All the letters started with the same polite intonation, "Dear Ms. Claire Williams, we would like to remind you of the outstanding payment amounting to..."

I folded the letters up, dated them, tied them together with a rubber band, and threw them to the growing bill behemoth in the middle of my living room.

Ignoring the incessant ringing of the phone, I forced myself into the bathroom to get a shower and tried to wash away all my money worries. It hadn't been easy working as a librarian in the mornings and a waitress in the evenings. I barely had any time for myself, let alone a boyfriend.

"Hello?" I answered the phone, wrapped in only a towel.

"Good evening, Claire," an unfamiliar voice responded from the other end of the line.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"That doesn'-"

I hung up the phone and pulled the cord out. Pushing the unusual call to the back of my mind, I turned my laptop on, hoping to catch up on some new series of another on Netflix.

The laptop screen blacked out in the middle of startup. I knocked on the screen lightly and took a surprised step away when words began forming on the screen.


"What the hell?!" I screamed.


"Who's doing this?!" I demanded, though I was sure that whoever was doing it couldn't hear me.


"I'm... sorry?" I murmured to nobody.

The screen sizzled, flashes of blue lines going across my laptop screen. My laptop speakers buzzed, then a voice came through.

"Good evening again, Claire," a computer generated voice stated, a single blue line on my screen spiking in response to each intonation. "It isn't polite to hang up on someone in the middle of a conversation."

"Who're you? How're you doing this?" I wanted to know.

"That doesn't matter," the voice said. "You seem to be in quite a hassle, Claire."

"What do you mean?"

"We've seen how you slave away and struggle to make ends meet," it continued. "We would like to help you."

I frowned, edging towards the phone and hoping to plug it back in and call the police as inconspicuously as I could.

The laptop screen went blank again, then mysteriously logged into my desktop, breezing past my password screen. I watched in numb horror as I watch a browser tab being opened and my bank account accessed.

"You currently have only $250 to your name," the voice stated, "which is barely enough to make half of the rent you owe your landlord for the month, and none of the loans and bills you need to pay off."