Showing Sophie Ch. 21 - After Exposure

Authors Note

Thank you everyone who has joined me on Sophie's crazy ride. When I first started this series I wanted to take an innocent, shy girl and slowly turn her into a complete slut.

I never expected to write so many chapters for her story, but it just kept coming to me. I've really enjoyed writing it and thank you all for your support. Your ratings, comments and messages about this series is what has helped me keep writing it.

This is kind of an "epilogue" chapter. It's fairly short, kind of a "the end" for Sophie's story. There is sex involved so hopefully you will still enjoy it.

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.

Sophie's Last Chapter

Sophie closed the door to her apartment. She was wearing just a red thong and push up bra and was covered in sweat after a long shift at The Dark Room Club, where she made herself cum three times by humping men.

As she sat down, tired, she checked her phone.

Mum: Sophie please! I have spoken to a therapist who can help you. He can sort all of this out.

Why does everyone think I need help?!

Sophie had stopped replying after the last few times her mum had recommended a therapist. She hadn't seen them in person, not that her parents hadn't recommended it. Sophie wasn't sure she could look into her mum or dad's eyes after knowing what they'd seen.

It may have been vain, but Sophie had made herself cum every night to her all black gang bang ever since she filmed it.

Then her phone vibrated again.

Dad: That's enough! You are coming home! You are no longer posting anything online! You are sick and you need help!

I will never stop posting pictures and videos online!

Cara had even tried to get in touch with Sophie, which resulted in them fighting when she too recommended help.

After an hour's contemplation she texted both her parents at the same time.

Sophie: I am not going to apologise for who I am. This is me. I won't change. I don't want to change. Please do not suggest it again or there is no point in us talking.

After that Sophie kept getting texts from her mum and dad about therapists, but she decided not to reply.

--

For the next year Sophie worked nearly every night as a stripper. She never took the plunge into prostitution, however she did have sex with customers for free on a regular basis.

Every night she was posting photos and videos online, although she found it hard to get as bad as the gang bang video.

She was happy and saw no reason to change. Working as a stripper and having men and the occasional woman staring at her body as she got naked was amazing! Plus getting to have sex with both. Sophie had become an expert at licking pussy as well.

It was a surprise how many married "single" women came into the club, most of whom would end up in Sophie's bed with Sophie's head between their legs.

Life was good...

--

"Reservation for Beth?" Beth asked the waitress at the front of a very fancy restaurant.

Beth had her long blonde hair straightened down her body. She was wearing a very sensible black dress that, although it wasn't tight to her body, still showed off her curves. Throughout the years she had stayed in shape. She was wearing medium height high heels.

The waitress checked her list and smiled.

"Please follow me, Miss Smith." She said.

The waitress was a pretty girl with black hair and pale face. She was wearing a tight black skirt and a black blouse. Although she was slim, her body looked very good. Beth couldn't help but steal a few glances as she walked.

"Can I get you a drink?" The waitress asked while Beth sat down.

"Just a water please." Beth replied.

When she shifted in her seat, she winced. The pain on the skin from her stomach was still quiet fresh, but it was healing.

Sixth date, Beth thought as she looked around the expensive restaurant, waiting to see Roy walk in, I know he's been dying to have sex, but I need to heal first, I don't want him asking any questions.

Beth had met Roy in a supermarket two months ago. He was a kind, caring man. Although he was a little short, his loving nature made up for that. He also had a daughter, one that Beth hadn't met yet, but she knew when they got a bit more serious then she would. And Beth was more than happy to be a step-mother.

It was the first time in a long time that Beth felt normal again, which actually frightened her a little.

I'm 32 now, I need to start getting serious with my life. No more messing around.

Just then, Roy appeared as he walked into the restaurant. Beth's heart skipped a beat when she saw him and let out a huge smile.

Here's my man.

As he approached Beth could see the blank expression on his face and how quickly he was walking.

"Well fancy seeing you here." Beth joked as Roy sat down, but he was barely looking at her.

What's wrong with him? She thought.

Beth reached out her hand to hold his, but Roy pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Beth asked.

He wouldn't look at her, but Beth could feel his knee bouncing up and down.

"Roy?" Beth said, "Is everything okay?"

"No." Roy grunted out.

Beth sat back, and sweat began to form on her brow as she panicked.

"What... erm, what's wrong?" Beth stuttered out.

"I know Beth's not your real name." Roy suddenly said, and Beth's heart sank.

No. No! This isn't happening!

"What... what do you mean?" Beth asked, trying poorly to hide her shock.

"I know your real name is Sophie," Roy growled, and his angry eyes finally looked at her, "Sophie Rain."

No, please no!

Sophie hadn't heard someone call her that for four years, ever since she quit The Dark Room, changed her name, and vowed to leave that life behind.

"Who... how... what?" Beth... Sophie, stuttered out.

"My friends were asking about the new girl that I am so infatuated with," Roy said. "I showed them a photo, and one of them recognised you."

Oh no.

"I didn't believe what they told me at first," Roy said. The anger in his eyes had turned to sadness. "Then they showed me the videos."

I can't believe it. I can't escape what I've done.

"Roy I... I can explain." Sophie whispered and reached out again, only for him to pull back again.

"Explain what?" Roy asked. "Explain that you have been hiding your real identity to me? That you did... oh god, what haven't you done?"

Sophie still didn't know exactly which videos, if all, he had seen.

Maybe he's just seen me naked... maybe he's not seen everything.

"I can't believe it's you," Roy said. "The things I've seen you do."

"Roy..." Sophie whispered, but no other words came to her head. How could she explain it, explain that she was an internet star for years and that her black gang bang video had millions and millions of views and got watched every day, even now.

"I thought I met a nice woman for once." Roy said.

"I am nice. I'm still me." Sophie told him.

"A nice woman wouldn't have god knows how many men have sex with her, piss on her, and film it!" Roy said, loud enough to get attention from others in the restaurant.

As Sophie saw their heads turn in shock, she blushed, and shame began to hit her. It was a feeling she hadn't felt for years... and it immediately hit between her legs.

"Please Roy," Sophie begged, "that's not me anymore. I was stupid when I was younger."

Sophie could feel her eyes welling up as Roy's stare remained cold.

"I can't unsee what I've seen," Roy told her. "You're... you're not who I thought you were."

"I am!" Sophie argued.

"I can't be with someone that would do what you've done," Roy said and stood up, his chair flying backwards and inviting more people to watch. "And I would never introduce my daughter to someone like you."

He stormed out, and so many eyes were on Sophie as she slowly cried.

They're all... they're all staring at me.

--

Sophie went home to a small one bed studio apartment. The living room, kitchen and dining room were all in one small square. Her bedroom was just about big enough to fit her small bed. She had called it home for a few years now and had gotten used to the size.

She threw herself onto the sofa as tears ran down her cheek.

I can't believe it's come back! He found me! Of course, he did! Why did I think I could ever escape what I did!

Sophie felt her body start to buzz as she thought about him saying what he said so loudly.

And all those rich, fancy people heard him! Heard about how I got gang banged by a room filled with black men, how they pissed on me!

She was heating up and closed her eyes. She thought about all of those respectable people looking at her with disgust.

They all heard what I'm really like.

For four years she had been going as Beth Smith, ever since that group of men tried to force themselves on her outside of The Dark Room. That was a wake-up call, where she vowed to leave behind her slutty ways.

Four years and I've not had sex. Cold turkey. And for what? I work in a shitty job, and I can't even get a nice guy to date me because of my old whore way! And I live in a tiny apartment.

Shame engulfed Sophie.

I got what I wanted! Sophie thought. She didn't realise it, but she had slightly spread her legs, and her right hand was moving up her skirt, I wanted my life to be ruined, I wanted to be exposed forever! I begged for it! I made it happen!

She was wearing some very unflattering white underwear. In her shame and rage she pulled them to one side and felt how wet her smooth pussy lips had gone.

Roy, kind, loving Roy! And he's seen me getting DP'd, he's seen me fisting myself, he's seen me getting pissed on.

A single finger pressed past her moist lips and inside her warm, welcoming, neglected hole.

Of course he would never want to settle with me! I'm just a dumb, pathetic whore!

Her finger moved in and out, Sophie's left hand rubbed against her face as she slowly fingered herself.

I'm pathetic. I thought I could start a new life. To start fresh. But I'll always be that worthless slut.

Suddenly, her left hand moved back, and Sophie slapped herself across her face. Her cheek burnt red, and her pussy clutched around her finger.

"No!" Sophie shouted.

The slap was a wake-up call.

She sat up and pulled her finger out.

"No, never again!" She told herself. "I am not that person!"

--

After a cold shower, mainly due to the hot water not working, Sophie settled on the sofa. She pulled out her phone and went onto her fairly recent social media account. Her old, Sophie Rain, account she couldn't use anymore. Too many people had her login details, and she was never able to get rid of them all.

For years she would check that account every week, but it had turned into an account to constantly post Sophie's photos and videos, serving as an eternal reminder of what she had done.

In her "Beth Smith" account, Sophie did something she hadn't done for a long time. She looked at her friends and family.

Cara... Sophie's old best friend was now married, and from her latest photo, she was expecting a second baby. I'm glad she turned out happy.

She searched the next name.

Jacob... he hasn't posted a lot in a while, I wonder if he ever got a girlfriend?

She then found her mum and dad's page.

I haven't spoken to them in years.

A year after the black gang bang video, both Sophie's mum and dad gave up on trying to help her. Sophie refused to accept their help. They didn't post a lot, but she could see them celebrating birthdays and holidays with Sophie's brother, whom she didn't speak to either.

After them she went to Paul's account. Her dad's ex-best friend. After all of Sophie's friends and family saw her videos, her dad was informed about Sophie attempting to seduce Paul.

Back when her parents were still talking to her, her dad was furious to find out that his best friend had slept with his daughter. As far as Sophie was aware, they never spoke again.

All of these people moving on with their lives.... And I'm stuck. Shackled by my own slutty, whore ways!

She had to turn the phone off as the space between her legs began to beg for attention once more.

--

A week later Sophie was sat in her cubicle, typing away at her computer. She got a job a few years ago at a law firm, only as an Administrator. She always wanted to be a lawyer, and although she would never reach that, this made her feel closer to it than anything else.

Her cubicle was small, and she would constantly bang her elbows against the walls and have to apologise to the people next to her.

Then, a head covered in long brunette hair appeared above her.

"Hi... Beth." Susan said.

She was Sophie's boss, although she was younger by four years. She was a very pretty woman, but she was a bit of a bitch. In a weird coincidence, she actually was friends of friends with Roy.

"Hi Susan." Sophie replied while typing away.

"Mr. Johnson wants to see you." Susan said with an evil grin.

Why would he want to speak to me? Sophie thought. Mr Johnson was one of the owners of this very large company.

"Why?" Sophie asked as nerves started to hit her.

"Guess you'll find out." Susan replied with a smile.

Bitch.

Sophie stood up, pulled her skirt to straighten it up, and headed to the top floor and knocked on Mr. Johnson's office door.

The receptionist told her to go in. Mr Johnson was 60 years old, and he was an old school type of guy. He always wore a suit, and he had grey hair and wrinkled skin.

"You wanted to see me?" Sophie asked.

"Yes," Mr Johnsons replied, "take a seat."

Sophie walked in nervously and sat opposite him. Her hands nervously played in her lap.

"So," Mr Johnson sighed, "we're going to have to let you go."

Sophie gasped.

"What?" Sophie blurted out. "Why? I thought I've been doing fine?"

Mr Johnson barely looked up from the folder on his desk and spoke with cold, emotionless words.

"You been," he said, "doing a very good job apparently."

"Then... why?" Sophie stuttered out as her eyes welled up.

"Well," He said and finally looked up at Sophie, "It turns out you're not who you say you are."

No! Oh god no! Not again!!

"And I can see by your reaction that it's true," Mr Johnson said and then returned to his folder. "So, unfortunately we cannot have you associated with the firm."

Sophie was furious. Somehow he had found out about her.

"No!" Sophie argued. "You cannot fire me for something I did years ago. I'll sue!"

This did get Mr Johnson's attention.

"You'll sue?" He said with a crooked smile. "Not only have you been brought on under a fake name, fake details and a completely fabricated work history, but if our clients found out that someone who works here has videos online of..." He paused to look down at his notes, "being gang banged, fisting, public nudity, anal, self-pleasuring, and heavy degrading... well, let's just say they won't stay our clients for long."

Oh my god.

Sophie couldn't believe it. He knew everything. How?!

Susan... that bitch! Roy must have told her!

Sophie looked at the old man, who was smiling at her.

He's watched my videos... between Sophie's legs twitched, dirty old man, he's probably wanked over me! Over my naked body! Over me... being a whore.

Old feelings came flooding back as Sophie felt as humiliated as humanly possible. This old man had been watching her videos and was now firing her because she had been a slut.

"Oh," Mr Johnson continued, "also, as everyone in the building has seen your videos, I doubt you would have much chance to prosper here anyway. No one is going to respect a woman with that out in the world."

Everyone's seen? All of them... they... they know who I really am.

Sophie's body began to tingle all over. Her legs squeezed tightly together, and she felt a gush erupt from her pussy. Her mouth hung open as she stared at the dirty old man.

"You've watched them, haven't you?" She said bluntly.

Mr Johnson smiled again as his eyes scanned down to her cleavage, which was barely on show in her conservative clothing.

"I'm not going to answer that." He replied.

Fuck! Fuck! Dirty old pervert! He's wanked over me! Everyone in this office probably has!!

Sophie couldn't hold it down any longer. Her old self was erupting out of her with a passion.

She jumped up from her seat, grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up. His eyes shot open as Sophie pulled her underwear to one side and revealed her smooth, moist lips.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Sophie almost shouted. "You want to see the whore 'Sophie Rain'? You want this?!"

Mr Johnson was grinning from ear to ear as Sophie exposed herself to him.

"You want me to be the whore I used to be?" Sophie asked as her right hand began to rub her swollen clit. "This is it; you want me? Well just fuck me then, you dirty old perv!"

Sophie was ready to bend over his desk and let him fuck her... just like Mark did after her first live performance.

Her pussy was begging for it after years without sex. It was all erupting out of her in one pile of desperation.

"Miss Rain," He replied and stood up, that's it, fuck me, you old bastard! Fuck this pathetic whore! "You need to leave my office now."

What? Sophie thought, He's rejecting me?

Shame, humiliation and arousal hit Sophie like a ton of bricks. She had thrown herself at this old man, fingered herself in front of him, and he said no.

She pulled her skirt back to normal and stormed out of his office.

As Sophie walked through the office, she saw everyone staring at her, laughing and making quiet comments.

Her head was spinning with every step.

They've all seen me!! Look at me, you fuckers!

She rushed home and slammed the door afterwards. Sophie grabbed her phone and for the first time in four years logged onto her "RealSluts" account.

She still had millions of followers and thousands upon thousands of messages from people throughout the years.

She sat down, clicked on the live stream button, and hit record.

"I'm Sophie Rain," She said to the camera, sweat forming on her forehead. "I've been away. I thought I could start fresh. I had a new name, a new life. I was dating, and I had a normal job. But they all found out about me. They found my videos."

She sighed and started to unbutton her blouse.

"Of course they did," Sophie said as she undid the last button and opened her top to reveal her bra. "I'm a whore, and they all found out! I don't know why I tried to get away!"

She unhooked her bra, and her large, heavy tits bounced free. There was still a scar healing from where she had recently gotten her "SLUT!" tattoo removed on her stomach.

I wish I didn't bother now.

"Well, there's no point in trying to hide," Sophie said and took off her skirt and underwear. She was fully naked and on show again. "This is who I am. An internet whore. This is where I belong."

She sat down, and two fingers ran around her pussy lips, spreading her juices before pressing inside.

"Ooooh god," Sophie moaned, "I'm a slut... a whore... that's all I'll ever be."

Her fingers moved faster and faster, delving in and out of her pussy. It had been way too long.

"I'm a pathetic, worthless slag," Sophie moaned and slapped herself, oh fuck! I miss this feeling!!! "I'm never going to have a normal life! I'd say you gave that to me, but I did it to myself!"

She fingered faster and faster, pressing a third finger in as thousands of people joined her live stream.

User2001: About fucking time! I thought you died!

"I'm back!" Sophie moaned as her pussy gushed around her fingers. "And I'm never leaving again! This is my life! I belong to you, any of you that want to use me! I'm a whore! I'm... I'm...."

Her chest heaved up, her entire body on show as she fingered herself furiously.

"I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!" She screamed. "I'M A PATHETIC, WORTHLESS WHORE!! MY NAME IS SOPHIE RAIN AND I'M A WHORE!!!"

--

That night Sophie was knocking on an office door she never thought she'd see again. When it opened and a familiar face looked at her, Sophie's heart sunk.

"You're back." Mark said with a blunt tone.

"I am." Sophie told him and stepped inside.

"So, after all this time, why are you here?" He asked.

Sophie stayed on her feet as he sat down.

"I want back in," Sophie told him, "I thought I could start fresh, but I can't. Now I want to be back in."

"As a dancer?" He asked.

"Not just that," Sophie said and took a deep breath, "I want more... I want to be a whore this time. For real."

That day Mark set her up in a larger apartment and gave her money to buy sluttier clothes again. Her age had an effect on Sophie's body, but she still looked amazing.

In her new apartment Sophie looked at her naked body.

She stepped into and rolled up some thigh high, fishnet stockings. She put on a very tight, very short leather skirt. Then she put on a fishnet top with nothing underneath. Her hair and make up were done, and she had no underwear on.

I'm back. This is me. The whore.

Sophie walked to the club in her large, black high heels.

The dancing came back to her straight away.

On her third dance she had her big tits in an older man's face. She was completely naked and dry humping his cock.

"Ooh fuck," Sophie moaned as she rubbed her throbbing clit against his cock, hidden by his jeans. "Fuck, that feels good!"

"Oooh god," He moaned, "How much to fuck?!" He blurted out.

Sophie stopped and stared into his eyes. She had already discussed money with Mark.

"£100." She told him.

The man, whose name she didn't even know, handed Sophie £100.

"Right, let's get this cock out then." Sophie said with a smile.

She sunk onto her knees and reached for his belt. As she undid it, her body heated up. After four years with no cock, her first one would be an old man who paid for it!

When she pulled his jeans down, she saw his not too bad sized cock.

"You just sit and enjoy." Sophie told him.

She pulled her blonde hair back, then took his shaft into her hands.

Ooooh god, I've missed this!

She licked her thick, soft lips, opened her mouth, and leaned forward.

"Mmmmm!" Sophie moaned as she finally got to taste a cock.

"Oh, fucking hell!" He moaned.

Sophie swirled her tongue around his head, tasting his precum as she bobbed up and down slowly.

Her right hand played with his hairy balls. Relaxing her throat, Sophie sunk down and took his entire cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmm!" Sophie moaned as her throat wrapped around his cock.

Over and over she bobbed up and down, deep throating this old man who was moaning above her.

Then she pulled back, spit covering her lips.

"Do you want to fuck me now?" She said, and her pussy twitched with her words.

"Fuck yes!" He replied.

Sophie stood up on her high heels, then bent over the chair and stuck her arse into the air. The old man held her hips as he lined his cock up with her pussy.

"Fucking slam it in me!" Sophie moaned, "Give this whore your big, hard cock!"

The old man thrusted his entire cock into Sophie, who revelled in the pleasure.

"OOOH FUUCKK!!" Sophie moaned, "FUCK THIS WHORE'S CUNT! FUCK THIS DIRTY, PATHETIC WHORE!!"

He kept fucking her as Sophie reached down and rubbed her throbbing clit.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! OHH GOD YES!!" Sophie moaned.

His hands gripped her waist as he fucked her with all his might. Rubbing her clit and knowing that she was officially a prostitute had Sophie on fire, and then...

"FUUUCKK I'M CUMMING!!!" She screamed as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

"Oooh fuuuckk!!" The old man grunted as he unleashed his thick, heavy load of cum deep inside Sophie's cunt.

--

Sophies "RealSluts" account blew up immediately upon her return. She revelled in being an actual whore. She got cock on a regular basis and would cum at least three times a day.

Mark would fuck Sophie on a regular basis as well.

In fact, one night, Mark was lying on Sophie's bed as she slid her arsehole down on his cock.

"Oooh fuuckk!" She moaned. "I fucking love you in my ass!!"

"I always knew you'd be a great whore!" Mark moaned.

Sophie began to bounce up and down, impaling his cock over and over in her asshole. Mark was grabbing at her big tits as she used his cock as her personal dildo.

"I'm a whore!" Sophie moaned. "I'll always be a whore! Your whore!"

Mark gripped her throat and shoved his tongue in her mouth while she rode him in her ass.

"Don't you ever forget it again!" He threatened.

"Ooooh, I won't!" Sophie shouted. "I'M YOUR WHORE! A PATHETIC, WORTHLESS, DISGUSTING WHORE!!!!"

The End