by Ella Ford
“Please wait. Your interview will commence shortly.”
The instruction was presented in the simplest form possible. White text on a plain black background. She began to suspect that this was a scam or an unfinished site or something. The page had no images, no adverts, no links to other pages. She was about to close the window and give up on the whole idea, when her computer flashed up a message.
“This page wants to start your webcam. Press accept.”
Chloe was a smart girl and had been using the internet for the vast majority of her twenty three years, so her first instinct was to click cancel and get the hell out of there. But there was something about the way the prompt was phrased. Rather than asking her permission, it was telling her to press accept. Perhaps this was a test of her ability to submit and take instruction? Against her better judgement, she clicked “accept” and immediately noticed the light on her webcam turn on. She blushed, suddenly aware of being watched and not being able to see the other party. A voice in her mind screamed at her to disconnect!
“Please state your name,” a voice spoke from her computer speakers. It was a female voice, with a British accent.
“My… my name is Chloe,” she stuttered in response.
“Welcome to Alpha Exchange, Chloe,” the voiced spoke again. “We’ll be starting in a few minutes, but before we do, we’ll just need to get you ready.”
“Um, okay.”
“Please stand up and remove your clothes,” the deadpan delivery of the woman’s voice betrayed no hint that this was anything other than a perfectly normal request.
“Sorry, what did you say?” Chloe responded, incredulous and more than a little suspicious that she was about to be the victim of some awful internet prank.
“Please stand up and remove your clothes. Do it now or the interview is over.”
The tone of her voice indicated that her request was entirely serious. Chloe needed to decide whether this was a thing she wanted to do and quickly. To her surprise, she found herself standing from her desk chair. She pushed the chair aside and took a few steps backwards.
“Is here okay?” she asked, faintly aware how reckless this was.
“That is fine Chloe. Now take off your clothes.”
Still not quite able to believe what she was doing, Chloe pulled her tight white t-shirt over her head and threw it onto her bed. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and wrestled them down her legs, pulling her socks off in the process. She stood again, “Should I remove my underwear?”
“Everything,” the computer voice responded without hesitation. Chloe reached behind herself and unclasped her white bra, letting it slide down over her arms and tossing it aside onto the bed. With one arm, she covered her breasts, suddenly very self conscious and aware of the bright red light on the webcam. Yet despite her reluctance, she continued to undress, pulling her panties down with her free arm and letting them fall to the floor. She immediately used her free arm to cover her pussy.
A tiny voice inside her mind expressed relief that she had recently waxed her bikini line. It wouldn’t be seemly to broadcast oneself to an unknown audience of internet perverts with an untidy bush, she thought and suppressed a giggle. Somehow she thought that the Alpha Exchange interviewer wouldn’t see the humour in it.
“Very good Chloe, you’ve passed the first test. Now cross your arms behind your back and spread your legs slightly.”
Chloe reluctantly removed her arms, revealing her breasts and crotch in all their glory. Parting her legs slightly, she was suddenly aware of how exposed she felt. To her surprise, she found that she was enjoying this moment of vulnerability. It helped that she was aware that her body was attractive, and she took care of herself. But such self confidence was only part of what she was feeling as she stood here, paraded like a piece of meat to unseen parties, for unknown reasons. She shifted slightly from foot to foot as she awaited the next stage of the interview.
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After a short while, the female voice spoke again, “You’ll now be asked a short series of questions. Your answers to these questions will be analysed and a determination of your truthfulness will be made. Do you understand?”
“You mean like a lie detector?” Chloe asked.
“Yes, if you like. Are you ready to begin?” the tone was friendly and benign.
“Yes,” she replied, apprehensively.
“Why do you want to submit?” the interviewer asked promptly, with no preamble.
“I… I guess I just want to feel safe,” was her response. It was the first thing that came to her mind, but she feared it would be too simplistic.
“Do you understand and accept that submitting yourself will remove certain rights?”
She paused, considering the question. “I think that’s kind of the point. Right are responsibilities, and therefore stress.”
“Do you like to fuck?” the question came out of the blue and shocked Chloe. She felt a blush rising in her cheeks.
“I… yes, I do.”
“Would you fuck a woman if told to?”
Chloe thought for a moment before responding, “Yes.”
“Very well,” the voice replied and then went silent. Chloe stretched her back forward, the pose was becoming uncomfortable, but she remained as she was.
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Five minutes passed and the computer voice said nothing. Chloe began to suspect that the connection had dropped, yet the webcam light was still on. She held the pose and decided to give it a few more minutes. Eventually, the voice spoke again.
“Chloe, from now on, you’ll will address me as Mistress and obey my instructions without question. Do you understand?”
“Yes… Mistress,” Chloe responded, quietly proud of herself for not failing so quickly. It was like Simon Says, but for perverts and exhibitionists!
“Chloe, you will now be shown a video. The video is of an erotic nature and we will use it to gauge your reaction to such stimuli. We would like you to masturbate as you watch the video, should you feel the urge.”
“Yes Mistress,” Chloe said. What the hell?
The Alpha Exchange site disappeared from her computer and was replaced with a full screen video. The video opened with a long shot of an opulent looking room, the kind you might find in an old manor house or gentleman’s club. The lighting was dim and a log fire burned beneath a huge portrait of some ancient dowager. In the middle of the room stood two girls. They were young and attractive, one blonde one, one brunette. They were naked except for sheer black stockings, suspender belts and black stiletto heels.
The two girls faced into the camera, their poses mirrored the pose that Chloe stood in - legs spread slightly apart, arms crossed behind their backs. Chloe admired their young bodies. She didn’t consider herself a lesbian, but she had enjoyed some intimate moments with a particularly close friend in college. Nevertheless, she appreciated the sight of these two girls, an appreciation that seemed heightened by their submissive pose. Something about the way their crossed arms pushed their chests forward, or the inviting nature of their parted legs. Chloe felt a heat begin to form between her own legs as she realised that this is how she must appear to her unseen observers.
A voice on the video spoke, a male voice this time, “Welcome, candidate, to the Alpha Exchange. Since you are watching this video, you have passed the first entry examination. Congratulations! Very few girls make it this far.”
The male voice appeared to be inside the room itself, though the speaker was off camera. The two girls betrayed no awareness of his presence, their expressions remaining neutral as they gazed past the camera.
“By interviewing for the Alpha Exchange, you should be aware of the nature of our organisation. The Alpha Exchange exists for powerful men and women to acquire the servitude of willing girls in an entirely legal manner. Such arrangements are intended to be utterly asymmetric, the owner becoming the sole authority in the submissive’s life. Our clients are people of considerable wealth, so you will understand that d
iscretion is of paramount importance. As such, a very particular form of understanding is required - one that is backed by the most rigorous of legal undertakings. A necessary protection, you understand, for both parties.”
Chloe listened to the voice, took in the words, but her attention was focussed on the girls. She was fascinated by them, eager to find what part they played in this strange process.
“Should you decide to proceed, you will be matched with an appropriate owner and you will enter into the service of that individual. From that point, your old life will be considered dormant. The Alpha Exchange will set your affairs in order and you will begin your new life as a submissive. Your sole preoccupation in your new life will be that of obedience. Allow me to demonstrate - girls, play.”
Without hesitation, the two girls in the video turned to face each other and immediately began to kiss. They began hesitantly, lips barely touching, fingers tentatively exploring the other’s body. In time, their embrace became deeper and passionate, the blonde reaching her hand up to the brunette’s cheek to grip her head and pull her towards herself. The brunette responded by wrapping her arms around the blonde’s body, pressing their breasts together as their tongues danced.
Chloe watched this scene unfold, incredulous yet entranced. Her own right hand was no longer behind her back, she realised, but had instead found its way to her pussy, fingers skillfully parting her moist lips and gently massaging her clit.
As she played with herself, the girls on the video stumbled backwards towards a sofa at the side of the room. Never once did they cease their kiss, their passions had seemingly engulfed their awareness. Each hand eagerly explored the other’s body, caressing, touching, squeezing. Suddenly, the blonde broke off the kiss and firmly pushed the brunette backwards onto the sofa where she collapsed on her back. Immediately, she spread herself wide, bending her knees to raise her stockinged legs off the ground, using her own fingers to spread her pussy apart and issuing an invitation to the blonde. The camera panned and zoomed on the brunette as the blonde knelt to continue her work, eagerly plunging her tongue between the waiting lips.
Chloe’s own hand was frantically massaging her clit, her pussy now wet with lust. Her other hand was roughly kneading her left breast. She realised she was moaning faintly and her legs were shaking. She longed to fall back onto the bed and give herself over to the warmth that spread outwards from her crotch in relentless waves, but she was compelled to remain standing and visible to her audience.
Abruptly, the video stopped and the screen returned to the white on black text. Chloe blinked in surprise and realised that she was bending forward slightly, her hand pressed into her pussy. She quickly straightened up and folded her arms behind her back.
The woman’s voice returned, “Thank you Chloe. Your reactions have been assessed. We’re very happy to inform you that you have been selected for inclusion into the Alpha Exchange. We will now proceed to the closed auction phase. Please remain at your place of dwelling and prepare for collection.”
The window closed and the webcam light winked off.
“Wait… Mistress… How do you know where I live?” Chloe cried, but the connection had ended. Even without an answer, she suspected that the Alpha Exchange would have no trouble finding out exactly what they needed to know.
Chapter 2
Chloe sank back onto the bed, her body still tense and unfulfilled. Her mind raced with the memory of what had just happened. Had it been real? Had she really just masturbated on webcam for complete strangers? Was the Alpha Exchange just a scam to trap idiotic girls that had read too much chick lit?
From the hall, she heard the lock clicking repeatedly, then a familiar thump and creak as the door was pushed open. Ashley! She was home early. Sure enough, a voice spoke from the hallway, “Girls! I’m home!”
Chloe realised that she was naked and lying on her bed and her bedroom door was open. She rolled over, trying to simultaneously grab some clothes and stand to shut the door. She crossed the room about five seconds too late and found herself standing face to face with Ashley.
“So this is what you get up to when you’re alone is it?” said Ashley with a smirk. Ashley was a few years older than Chloe, and was the sensible one in the house. She worked in an office downtown and liked to dress smartly for her job. Today she was wearing a tight grey pencil skirt and equally tight, white blouse. In her aroused state, Chloe found her eyes drawn to the material of the blouse, stretched across Ashley’s full breasts. She cocked her head to one side, enjoying the way the buttons appeared to strain under the pressure of the load they contained.
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” Ashley said. Chloe was suddenly pulled back down to earth and stopped staring at her friend’s tits.
“Sorry Ash, don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she lied and moved to sit on the bed. “Come sit with me for a minute. Let’s talk.”
“Sure Chloe… wait, you do know you’re naked right?” Ashley crossed the room and sat down beside her.
“Am I? Hadn’t noticed,” Chloe responded, suddenly hornier than ever and feeling quite mischievous. Thoughts of the Alpha Exchange had left her mind, and she found herself regarding Ashley with predatory eyes. There was something about the way she looked tonight, the way she sat on the side of the bed, back straight and hands on her lap. The way she slowly crossed her legs, pantyhosed legs brushing together as she did so.
Ashley looked at her, expression serious now, “I’m serious Chloe, what’s going on with you? You’re not behaving like yourself!”
Chloe sat up next to Ashley and lightly traced a finger up and down her thigh, relishing the soft warmth of her legs. “Oh you know, I just interviewed for a job as a submissive to a billionaire alpha male and was forced to watch two girls make out and I masturbated on webcam. The usual.”
Ashley laughed and pushed Chloe’s hand off her leg, “Yeah, the usual eh? Was the alpha billionaire a werewolf as well? Honestly Chloe, you’ve been jacking off to erotica ebooks all day haven’t you?”
Before Ashley could say another word, Chloe reached up and grabbed her neck, pulling their faces together and locking her lips on Ashley’s. Ashley’s hands reached up to push Chloe away, but Chloe held tight. Ashley moaned, a muffled “mmmph” that gradually died down and she began to return the kiss. Chloe parted her lips and licked Ashley’s mouth with her tongue. Ashley, reluctant at first, soon opened her mouth too, her tongue darting out to dance with Chloe’s.
“Mmph… wh-what’s gotten into you?” Ashley pulled back to ask, her hands now crawling all over Chloe’s naked body.
“Just horny is all,” replied Chloe, pulling Ashley back towards her. For long moments, the kiss continued. Chloe deftly unbuttoned Ashley’s blouse, pulling her bra down and releasing her majestic breasts. Ashley moaned at this and arched her back to thrust her tits towards Chloe’s hungry mouth.
“Oh God,” cried Ashley as Chloe’s tongue set to work on her nipple. Chloe had lost all control now, the memory of the submissive girls in the video, the heat of her own desire, her hunger for Ashley, to feel her tongue on her, it was all too much.
She gripped Ashley’s shoulders and flung her to the bed on her back, her legs dangling over the side. Chloe lifted herself up and climbed across Ashley, straddling her and facing her pussy. In a single stroke, she grabbed Ashley’s skirt and pulled it up her body to her hips. Like a cornered cat, hungry and frantic, she plunged her fingers into the damp material of Ashley’s pantyhose, tearing it in a wide rip across her pussy. With the same hand, she pushed aside Ashley’s panties, before plunging her head down between her legs and finally tasting her sweet juice.
Chloe felt Ashley spasm beneath her as her tongue began it’s work, at first moving in long, slow strokes, before eventually honing in on her most sensitive area and focusing attention there. Ashley, screamed! Chloe felt her friend grip her thighs, pulling her back hips back and down. Oh God! thought Chloe, as Ashley’s tongue found its way into h
er throbbing pussy.
The two girls locked their bodies together, eager tongues thirsty for the taste of the other. Their breathing quickened in unison, their passion rising to an inevitable climax. Chloe found herself remembering the video, remembering the submissive girls, remembering the thrill of receiving and responding to instructions. Her mind reeled and she licked Ashley harder and harder before finally her body went rigid as her orgasm exploded. Her legs tensed around Ashley’s head, her arms gripped Ashley tighter to her own mouth. Sure enough, she felt Ashley succumb as well, her own body tightening around Chloe like a flesh vice. The two girls became a single entity, enraptured in lust and release, an embrace so complete and perfect that it surely couldn’t last. Yet it continued, drawing them together, drowning them in the juices of their passions. Finally, they relaxed and fell apart, limbs still entwined, limp and ineffectual.
“Oh shit, Chloe…” Ashley was the first to speak, minutes later. “What just happened?”
Chloe rolled over and gazed at her friend, playfully tracing a finger around her exposed nipple. She smiled, “I told you, I was horny, that’s all.”
Glancing beyond Ashley, Chloe was shocked, but not really surprised, to find that the little red webcam light was on. As she stared at it, it winked off. The unseen voyeur was clearly satisfied.
Chapter 3
After recovering her wits, Ashley nervously picked up her clothes and shoes, told Chloe she would catch up with her on Monday and hurriedly left the room. Chloe remembered that her housemate was heading off for a long weekend with friends, and felt a relief that there would be no awkward postmortem of their encounter.
She lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Chloe didn’t regret what they’d done, but she would be the first to admit it was out of character. She wondered what Melissa would say? About Ashley, about the Alpha Exchange. She suspected her friend wouldn’t approve.
She sat up, intending to get dressed and fix herself something to eat. As she stood, she noticed that the email icon on her computer was highlighted. She sat down at her desk and opened up the email. It was from an unknown email address: [email protected]. The email read: