The Fair Folk Pt. 02

The Fair Folk

Chapter 2: The Turns

'First thing you ever used.'

'Flour and water.'

'Oh god. It's the worst.'

'I know.'

'Just, the clumping.'

'Yeah. Not worth the bother.'

'What after that.'

'My dad's shaving foam.'

'Oh. I used my mum's.'

'How old were you when you first...'

'Got naughty.'

'Yeah.

'Not telling.'

'Fair enough.'

We were lying in the park. It was a warm Friday evening. We'd got frappuccinos.

'Flour and water, though,' she said.

'Yeah. You think it's gonna be great, and it is, until you try to wash it off.'

'I think the first time I shaved my pubes,' she said, 'was when they were so clumped up with flour and water that I just couldn't get 'em clean.'

'I've never shaved my pubes,' I said.

'Never?'

'Less social pressure on men to have shaved pubes,' I said.

I should explain: we were talking about our first experiences of getting messy.

'The patriarchy,' she said.

'Amen, sister.'

'Fuck off,' she said absently.

I shut up.

We were silent. I sipped my frappuccino.

'Do you like body hair on women?' she said, looking at me.

'I'm fine with whatever they want,' I said. 'I don't like being hairy myself, but I don't mind it on other people. Some of the best sex I ever had was going down on someone who had this epic bush, I mean, it was like the rainforest. But she was so hot, and so into being going down on. You just go with it.'

'Do most men like to shave themselves?'

'I don't know,' I said. 'I haven't fucked most men.'

'But the ones you have.'

'The gay men... mostly, yeah. The others, not so much. I've only been with about six guys, though.'

'You've been with guys who aren't gay?'

'Cheating on their wives,' I explained. 'So, maybe bi but not out, anyway. And, really keen to fuck a guy up his arse.'

'Aaaahhh,' she said, nodding. 'So, you have done that.'

'Mmm. Have you...?'

She looked thoughtful.

'Ehhhh... once, kind of. I think he didn't know what he was doing, though. Got it in the wrong hole.'

'Oh shit,' I said. She shrugged.

'Wasn't that bad. I just sort of squealed and he pulled out. It was painful.'

'Mmm,' I said. 'Didn't have any lube?'

'Didn't think I needed it. Didn't think he was going to go up there.'

'That scans.'

She glanced at me.

'What, you too?' she said.

'Not exactly. First guy I was ever with. He was a lot older than me. Had a prostate problem. Couldn't get it up. I actually had lube, but I didn't know what the protocol was, and I sort of expected him to ask me to provide some, but he never did. Instead he basically fisted me. A lot. Not literally. Just shoved his fingers up my arse. Like, really hard.'

'With no lube?'

'With no lube. I was so sort of overcome by the fact of being with a guy in the first place, that I just kinda rode the pain. When he finally stopped, and I looked down, there was blood all over the sheet. I had to throw it away.'

'Fuck,' she said thoughtfully.

'I mean,' I said, 'talk about being under-prepared. These days, nobody gets near my arsehole without lube.'

She sucked on her frappuccino thoughtfully.

'What was the appeal?' she said. 'Of that guy.'

I thought.

'Well, he was handsome. But also, the age gap. It was easy to pretend that I was, y'know.'

'Right.'

'His teenage dirtbag.'

'Right. How old were you?'

'Twenty-three.'

'So, not far off being a teenage dirtbag.'

'Suppose not.'

We looked up at the skies. It was hot and muggy, and the clouds were coming together and parting again with all the coyness of horny teenagers at a disco.

'Is it still supposed to rain tonight,' she said.

I looked at my phone.

'Says 80% chance of rain between one and two a. m.,' I said.

She didn't look at me.

'You still up for this,' she said quietly.

'I am if you are.'

'Don't put it all on me.'

'Then don't put it all on me.'

We glared at each other. I decided that the thing to do was break first, and I looked out at the park.

'I'm willing to do whatever you wanna do,' I said.

'That's all very well,' she said, 'but do you want to do it. With me there.'

'Yes,' I said, 'but I won't be heartbroken if you've changed your mind.'

She nodded.

After a long moment I felt her looking at me, and I looked back.

'Good answer,' she said.

We lay there for a while. Then she turned to me.

'"Calgary"?' she said.

'What?'

'The night we met. You made a joke on your name. You said 'If you want it to be Calgary."'

'Yeah.'

'Didn't you mean "Calvary"?'

'No,' I said.

'Bullshit.'

'I didn't.'

'I assumed you meant "Calvary" because my name means "crucified".'

'No. What's Calvary?'

'It's the place Jesus got crucified.'

'Isn't that Golgotha?'

'Same place.'

'Maybe Calvary's the name of the hill and Golgotha's, like, the postal district or something,' I said.

'It's the same fucking place, it's got two names.'

'You sure?'

'Don't argue with an ex-Catholic about the Bible.'

'Fine, it's got two names.'

'Admit you got the name wrong. You meant Calvary.'

'No, I meant Calgary.'

'Right.'

'It's in Canada.'

'I know it's in fucking Canada.'

'The people there have big hats,' I said.

'What?'

'They have a stampede and they have big hats. Look.'

I showed her a photo of people at the Calgary Stampede.

'I wouldn't call those hats unusually big,' she said.

'What's your idea of a big hat?'

'A sombrero.'

'That's a giant hat.'

'Well it's still bigger than those ones.'

'Those are objectively big hats,' I said.

'Mansplain much?'

'I'm not mansplaining.'

'Oh, are you now gonna mansplain to me what mansplaining is?'

The conversation continued in this temper for quite a while.

***

We parted before dinner, and then I prepared myself with my usual care.

I stripped off, checked myself for unsightly body hair, and shaved off anything I wasn't happy with. Then I cleaned my insides, and showered, and made myself a light dinner, and had a couple of drinks, so as to relax a little bit.

Soon enough, it was one in the morning. I got a text message.

-I'm outside

-I'm coming down

I assessed my bodily situation and knew that I was in the right shape for a shoot. I undressed, and re-dressed with only my sneakers, hoodie and jeans, and then packed up the few necessaries and went downstairs.

She was outside my door. She nodded to me and we headed off in the direction of the Place.

It was a Sunday night. The streets were quiet.

I was about to do the first shoot I had ever done with someone else.

I was about to entrust my naked body to someone who I'd only met a few days earlier, and who I knew relatively little about. And who I sort of didn't get on with.

The rain was coming down in light spots. It was supposed to get heavier in about fifteen minutes.

I glanced at her. She had a bulkier pack than mine, because hers contained all her camera gear. She looked serious and stolid.

'What you got in there,' I said.

'Usual rig. iPhone, tripod, extra lights, couple of other things. Why?'

'Just checking.'

'Oh,' she said, 'you have to check that I've brought all the right stuff? I don't have to check on you?'

'I didn't mean it like that.'

We plodded along in silence.

The rain began to fall in a more serious way, like it didn't think what we were doing was a good idea, and was trying to get us to go home.

'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I'm just a bit nervous.'

'Yeah.'

'I've never done this with anyone else before.'

'Me neither.'

'So I feel like, if it's too fucking weird, maybe we shouldn't, or...'

We walked on, in silence.

'Seems to me,' she said, 'you and I are already pretty fucking weird. Because we like to do this.'

I thought about this and nodded.

'So, can't really get much more fucking weird. Although, if you wanna stop, just say, and...'

'Yeah, yeah,' I said, nodding.

We kept walking.

We left the streets and entered the park.

***

We trudged through the winding paths of the park until we finally reached the Place.

The rain was coming down pretty hard, and it was a bit colder than was comfortable.

But Peggy, or TCB as I couldn't help thinking of her, was taking out her stuff, and slotting her iPhone into the stick, and setting up a few extra lights (I was impressed at how much tech she had), while I was standing there, staring down at the muddy ground where we both liked to... do our respective things.

She glanced at me.

'You want to get ready?'

'You're directing this shoot,' I said. 'How do you want me?'

'Aw, shit,' she said. 'Yeah. Well... you've only got the clothes you're in?'

'Yeah.

'Fine. Then, strip, and look at the mud, and slowly get down into it.'

I nodded. I sat down on wet grass away from the mud, and took off my shoes and hoodie and jeans, and then I stood up, naked, with her still fiddling with the phone camera.

She glanced up at me.

'All right?'

'Yeah.'

'Okay.'

She started recording.

I walked slowly towards the mud and tried to ignore the presence of TCB, off to my left, videoing me.

I stepped into the muddy area and it folded about my feet. I made my focus narrow until it was just on me, and my own sensations.

I knelt down and gasped as the cold mud touched my knees. I sensed her coming in closer.

I was very aware that TCB could see my naked body, and was watching me do something that had always been private and personal to me, until I'd found gratification in showing it to other people.

And now that I was about to do it, do something so daft and humiliating as half-immerse myself in cold, wet mud in the middle of the night, it was a bit painful to have her there, recording me doing it.

Except that, I knew that she had been here: not with anyone else recording it, but I knew she'd done it, and had recorded it herself, and put it out there.

That made it easier.

Because I wanted to live up to her example.

I slowly leaned forward and went on all fours, my hands in the mud.

Then I lowered myself down until I was lying prone in it, only my head lifted above it, feeling my body in it, my chest, my belly, my cock, my thighs and feet.

Then I lowered my head and pressed my face into it.

I put my arms up so that they too were in it. I was face-down, naked, in thick mud, the rain falling on the back of my body.

I moaned. It felt weirdly, perversely free to be here, doing this, with this young woman I hardly knew, recording me doing it.

The mud folded itself around my cock. Cold and wet as I was, I was also aroused. I felt myself getting harder.

I pushed my hips into it.

'Oh yeah,' TCB muttered.

She fell silent again, and I realised that she wanted to keep her own voice off the soundtrack. But I took it as direction.

I pushed again, and again.

The more you do anything, the easier it gets. It wasn't like TCB hadn't seen video of me doing this, and here she was with a camera, recording me doing it in front of her.

I raised my face and took a breath. My eyes were shut. I sensed she was crouching near my head, shooting down my body.

I gasped slightly with the cold, and, after a moment, she said quietly, 'It's better when you make noises.'

So I made myself whimper as I pushed my hips into the mud and then lowered my face into it again. I would have really liked to do what the tall Japanese/Norwegian woman did and plunge my whole head in down to my neck, but the mud wasn't deep enough, only two or three inches of it over harder, packed soil.

So I scooped some mud onto the back of my head.

'Fuck yeah,' TCB breathed, after a moment.

I did it some more, really trying to cover my head with the stuff. I tried not to think too hard about whatever micro-organisms there might be in it. I swivelled my hips, and my cock dragged through the mud.

'So hot,' TCB muttered.

She thought I was hot? She was turned on by videoing me?

I went further, squirming and moaning, rubbing my body into the dirt, really trying to arouse her. I could hear her breathing heavily.

The mud was warming up a bit but there was something about being naked, outside, in the rain, at night, that was fundamentally uncomfortable and humiliating.

But in a good way.

I was squirming naked and face down in the mud, while an intense, intelligent, cool young woman was videoing me doing so. She was the representative for anyone who would see this video and get turned on by how dirty and degraded I was getting. If I could turn her on, I could turn anyone on.

I gasped and my body shook slightly.

I kept going, pushing my face into the mud and keeping it there, swivelling my hips, letting the camera take me in, just rhythmically moving.

It was easy, knowing she was recording it all. I went on and on, for minutes, making myself do it, knowing that all of this could end up seriously gratifying some utter stranger, and make him or her feel a little bit less lonely.

Then I slowed a bit. I was starting to get cold. I lifted my face up.

'You want to take a break,' she said softly.

I nodded. I heard a beep as she stopped recording and I wiped my eyes.

I looked up. She was crouched before me, clothed but clearly wet through.

'It's good,' she said earnestly. 'You move really well. I've got some great shots.'

'Thanks,' I said.

'You cold? Want to stop?'

'I could do a few more minutes.'

'I was wondering,' she said, and went a bit pink.

'What?'

'Would you be into... it's just that it's so hot when you're face down and like, fucking the earth, would you be at all interested...'

I thought: fucking the earth, we won't be allowed to get away with that, the Fae won't like that kind of talk, at all at all.

'Just say it,' I said, teeth chattering slightly.

'Like what we talked about,' she said and smiled rather nervously. 'I brought a dildo.'

I gulped.

'And you want me to...' I said.

'Would you...?' she said.

I took this in.

My intense fetish acquaintance/colleague was proposing that I fuck myself for her camera. While naked in mud in a public park in the middle of the night.

We'd talked about it. But we'd never said we'd definitely do it. And now, halfway through shooting, with me already naked and muddy, she was suggesting it.

I was quite excited.

'Unless...' she added, '... I mean, I could do it.'

'Oh,' I said. 'Okay.'

'Might be better if someone else...'

'No, sure. Yeah,' I said, nodding.

I was more excited.

'I'll just put the camera on tripod and keep my head out of shot.'

'Cool,' I said, as casually as I could. As if I let strange women do this to me all the time.

'Okay. You sure about this?'

She made a move with her hand as if she wanted to give me a touch on the shoulder, but then thought she shouldn't. But there was a look in her eyes that I couldn't quite figure out. Like she was really in need of something.

'Yeah, yeah. Let's do it before my arse freezes up.'

'Okay,' she nodded, and set up the camera on the tripod on the grass, low down.

'We'll just do it from a couple of angles,' she said, 'and then we'll get out of here.'

'Okay,' I said, shivering.

I watched as she took the dildo out of her bag and squirted lube on it. She put some on my hand and I smeared it between my buttocks.

Then she hit Record and I saw the light go on.

I pushed my face into the mud and lay still, as if unaware of what she was going to do.

Then I felt her stroking the cleft of my bum with the slippery dildo.

I raised my head and whimpered in protest, keeping my eyes shut.

She parted my bum cheeks with the dildo and I whimpered and squirmed. It went further in, deeper.

I always love the anticipation of getting fucked in my arse, of feeling it coming closer, knowing that I'm about to be used in the most forbidden way. I gasped and parted my legs.

But I was also shaking, with cold and with nerves, and the water was coming down on my back, and I was nervous because I had never been in this position with a woman before, and I was hoping that she'd remember my tale about my first time, with the older guy who'd shoved half his hand up my un-lubricated ass until I bled, and that she'd be more gentle.

TCB pushed the dildo until it touched my anus and I made another whimper of protest.

I pushed my hips backwards and she leaned down, and I felt it splitting me and entering me.

I went 'Ohh!' in a high voice, and then sank my face into the mud and submitted completely as TCB began to fuck me.

I lay there, forgetting about the cold and the dirt and the grit and the tiny stones, and moved my hips as TCB slowly and steadily pumped my arse, and I felt myself losing my self-consciousness and sinking deep into my body and being just a thing for her to enjoy doing this to.

I raised my face out of the mud and gasped and whimpered, remembering that she'd said she liked it when I wasn't all stoical and silent and manly. I felt the dildo filling my arse and I knew TCB was watching me closely and I wanted to please her, and...

Also, I was getting really aroused.

For all the cold and mud and wet, I was relaxed. This was my private thing, in my place, and for once I was sharing it with someone else, and she knew what to do to me, and she was doing it.

I gave up all my dignity and will and sprawled before her in the muck, 'fucking the earth' as she put it, with total abandon, and I began to feel the pressure building inside me.

I rubbed my face in the mud, my arms flung out to either side, and pumped my hips, and blinked and gasped and whimpered, and having her behind me and doing what she was doing to me pushed off the edge and I moaned deliriously and raised my hips off the ground so that my muddy cock was visible, like I was completely submitting to her, and then I came, my cock spurting over the dark mud, and then I gave up and let myself sink back into it, shaking and breathing heavily.

I lay still for a long moment, then I felt her gently pull the dildo out of me and I moaned as it left.

Then there was a pause, and then a beep.

'Whoo!' she exclaimed, sounding more animated than I'd ever heard her. 'Oh wow. That was fucking great! That was great. I got everything, I think.'

'I thought we were gonna do two angles,' I panted, reaching up and wiping my face.

'We did,' she said. 'You were on such a roll that I used my own phone while I was, uh, in you. I didn't know you were gonna cum. That was fantastic.'

I got on all fours, crawled onto the grass and got, rather shakily, to my feet. TCB took out a flask of warm water she'd brought and I rinsed the worst of the mud off.

'You're a bit scratched,' she observed, as my bare flesh came back into view. 'Are you okay?'

'I need a drink,' I said. She gave me a bottle of drinking water and I rinsed some dirt out of my mouth with it.

Then we heard distant voices, and I scrambled into my jeans, sneakers and hoodie, and we gathered up our stuff and got the hell out of the park.

***

Back at mine, I showered and TCB changed out of her wet clothes and into dry ones.

I came into the kitchen, in the bathrobe. I was quite scratched, on my chest and belly.

More than that, I was still a bit stunned that we'd done what we'd done. And not just the ass-fucking.

I'd got naked in front of someone I hardly knew, and had let her video me squirming in mud, and then let her shove a dildo up my willing ass.

TCB was sitting with a small bottle of slightly superior brandy to my cheap Lidl stuff. She looked up at me and smiled a tremulous smile.

'Fuck,' she said, 'this doesn't seem to get less awkward, does it.'

'Nope.'

'Drink?'

'Yes please.'

She poured us each a drink. I sat down.

'Are you okay,' she said.

'Why do you keep asking me that?'

'I didn't hurt you, did I?'

'No. You were pretty good with that thing.'

'Mmm. I, I may have, uh, played around with it, a bit.'

'Ah, so you've...'

'Little bit. Just for myself. But I didn't... touch you in a... wrong way?'

'You mean other than fucking my arse?' I said, smiling.

'But that was for the video!'

'Yeah. No, no, I was okay with it.'

'Good,' she said. 'Cause it's pretty fucking good.'

And she slid the two phones over to me.

I watched TCB's footage of me getting naked and lying down squirming, and she was right. It really was pretty fucking good. I sort of envied the guy in the video, even though he was me.

And then, in the last ten minutes, when she was fucking me, it was even better. You could see her slender hands wielding the dildo, and you knew that this naked guy was being destroyed by a fully clothed woman, who kept her face invisible.

And then I saw myself lifting my hips out of the mud, and my cock swinging about beneath me, and then I saw it... do its thing, as I made helpless burbling moans and gasps.

And then I sank down, my ribs heaving, finally silent.

And then, on the video, I saw TCB reach out and very lightly stroke my arse, just once, in a protective, well-done-you kinda way. I dimly remembered feeling that, but I'd been so spent after climaxing that I was barely aware.

'That's where I was afraid I went too far,' she said, gnawing her thumbnail.

'Oh no, it's fine, I think it sort of rounds it off.'

'So it's okay?'

'Yeah. No, you're right, it's good. Good job.'

'Good job you,' she said.

It was like we'd been painting a room together.

It felt so strange sitting opposite her in a bathrobe, when half an hour earlier I'd been face down before her, submitting to her shoving a dildo up my arse. I didn't know if I wanted to hug her, kiss her, dismiss her in outrage or... talk about our favourite videos.

'What?' she said.

'It's so weird, this,' I said. 'Us doing this.'

'Well, it's weird,' she said. 'So what. We're weird. I like weird.'

'Yeah.'

'Weird is my home.'

She sipped her brandy.

'I actually feel quite at home right now,' she said.

I decided to take this as a compliment, and I nodded.

'Want to stay the night?' I said. 'It's after three.'

'Oh,' she said. 'Uh. Mm. Okay. Yeah.'

'Cool.'

'We're not fucking, though,' she added in a stern voice.'

'Well, we kinda already did,' I said.

'Oh,' she said thoughtfully. 'Yeah. I suppose we did.'

'I'll make up the couch for you,' I said.

'Oh, you're taking the bed?' she said, eyebrows raised.

'Yeah, cause I'm the one who got naked and cold and covered in mud. When you do that, you can have the bed.'

'I suppose that's fair.'

I got up.

'I hate couches, though,' she said. 'Couldn't I sleep in your bed with you?'

'As just like...'

'Brother sister kind of thing.'

'You know any brothers who sleep with their sisters?'

'Now you mention it, no.'

'Where the brother gets naked in mud and lets the sister fuck his arse with a dildo? While videoing him?'

TCB paused and looked very pensive.

'Not that I know of,' she finally said, in such a serious tone that I had to laugh.

She smiled slightly.

'What's so funny,' she said, rather bemused.

'It's just the way you had to think about it.'

TCB looked down at the table, as if a little embarrassed, but then looked up, still with the small smile on her face.

'Look, it's fine,' I said, 'you can have the bed. I'll take the couch.'

'No no! You should have the bed. I don't mind, really.'

'Well, then, if you still want to share, fine with me. I am gonna fucking conk out the minute I hit that thing, though. I am so tired.'

'Okay,' she said.

***

We slept chastely on opposite sides of the bed in t-shirts and pyjama trousers, with a vast gulf between us, and woke up early because we both had work.

Over coffee and toast at seven a. m., I felt like Sunday night shoots were a bad idea. However, we did have an amazing video.

'Do you want to edit it,' she said, 'or...'

'You should,' I said. 'You shot it, you should get it how you like it. But we can go back and forth a bit.'

'Mmm,' she said, looking as tired as I felt. 'And we'll keep an eye on the weather because next time it's my turn.'

'You ready to be directed by me?'

'No,' she said, 'I'm shitting myself. But it's only fair.'

'We don't have to strictly take turns...' I started.

'No,' she said very firmly. 'We do. We absolutely do. Otherwise it'll be chaos.'

'Really?'

'Chaos!' she said, glaring at me.

I sensed that TCB was very strict about fairness. I was fine with whatever she wanted, although I was wondering how flexible she was going to be when it came to making her own kind of video with me as director.

'I've just thought of something,' I said. 'Where should we post them? Technically they're collaborations between you and me, so we could start a new account that's for us both.'

'Nah,' she said, 'why do that when we already have followers. If you're the main person in the video, it goes on your profile but if I am, it goes on mine.'

We parted at the bus stop with a respectful shake of the hand.

***

Later in the week she WeTransferred me her edit of the video.

It was still good. It was further than I had ever gone before. And it had that extra factor of having been made by someone else, whose hands and feet and knees could be glimpsed towards the end.

I duly posted it onto my profile, calling it 'Naked and Pegged in Mud' and mentioning that it was a collaboration with TotalCoverageBitch, who'd shot and edited it, and was the dildo handler.

Well.

It very quickly became my most popular video. I got messages and comments and hearts and new followers.

-Insanely hot!

-Lucky man!

-So hot seeing a guy used like this

-Yass give ur ass to the sisterhood bitch

-Amazing cum shot

And one that displeased me greatly:

-Holy shit totalcoveragebitch actually made a good video because she's barely in it

We talked on the phone.

'Hey, don't mind that asshole comment about you barely being in the video. I'll delete it.'

She actually chuckled faintly.

'Nah, it's fine. I thought it was funny. And he's following me now.'

'You got more followers?'

'I'm on seven.'

'Well, that's nearly twice as many.'

'Yes, I know how to do basic arithmetic, fuckhead.'

'All right.'

'Are you okay for Saturday night?'

'Yeah, why, is it supposed to rain?'

'It's supposed to start around six and stop around midnight, so the ground should be good and it won't be so cold.'

'Cool. Do you know what you want to do?'

There was a pause.

'Yeah. Think so.'

'Right.'

'I'm, I'm, I'm...'

She cleared her throat.

'I'm gonna start off clean, and make myself messy. Like you said. But you'll have to help me cause I can't reach, like, my back and stuff.'

'So, partly hand-held, partly tripod?'

'Yeah.'

'What about your face?'

'I'll cover it to start, then uncover bits of it as I get my face muddy.'

'Cool. Anything else?'

She paused.

'Bring everything we brought last time,' she said.

'Okay.'

***

Over the next few days, the new video remained encouragingly popular and I got about eight more followers.

Saturday came, cloudy and grey. At seven, the heavens burst and the rains came down.

At ten, I checked on TCB.

-Still good?

-Yup

-See you at midnight

-[Thumbs up icon]

At quarter to twelve, the rains showed no signs of stopping. Then my buzzer went.

I came downstairs with the camera pack. She was on the street, wearing a black hoodie, black jeans and black sneakers. She'd had her hair done some way or other; it looked nice, fluffier than normal. Maybe she'd just washed it. I know nothing about women's hair, sorry.

Actually, with her sharp face and Persian/Italian complexion, I thought she looked low-key stunning, but I knew she wouldn't want me to say that.

She looked at me, wide-eyed, and I could tell she was nervous.

'Still good?'

She nodded, and we set off.

***

We reached the place, and the ground was good: plenty of nice thick mud for her to slather herself with.

She stared down at it, her face tense, frowning slightly.

'You ready,' I said.

She nodded to herself and took a deep breath.

'So,' she said, her voice quavering, 'I'll be, uh, I'll be naked, and I'll kneel here with my face covered, and then I'll start covering myself from the legs up.'

'Right. Okay if I get a good shot of all around you before you start covering yourself?'

She looked at me, her lips tightly pressed together.

'Mmm. Mmm. I want to do things differently, so, yeah.'

'Hey, how about, in homage to your videos, I start a way off and come towards you and like, find you here? Then you can have a bit of time by yourself to get used to being, you know... exposed. I'll, like, come up, sort of Steadicamming as much as I can, and walk all around you when I find you, and when I'm in front of you again, you start putting the mud on.'

She nodded, frowning.

'How will I know when you're in front of me again if I can't see?'

'I'll say something. We can edit it out of the audio later and use some wild track to fill the gap.'

'Okay. Right. I'm gonna...'

I waited.

'Yeah. I'm gonna...'

I avoided looking at her.

'I'm gonna undress now,' she said, her voice trembling.

I took off my pack and took out a plastic bag for her clothes. She unzipped the hoodie and removed it; under it, she wore nothing. Then she balanced on one foot and took off her shoes, then finally slipped her jeans down over her bare hips and down her legs. I packed her jeans and shoes into the bag.

'Gimme the hoodie,' she said. I handed it to her, and she took from one of the pockets a sleep mask, and a breath mask, then handed it back. I packed it away too.

Then she knelt down in the mud, holding the masks in her hands, and looked up at me.

'Make me look good,' she said in a small voice.

'You already look good,' I said.

She put on the breath mask and then slipped the sleep mask over her eyes and placed her hands on her clean, bare thighs. She knelt there, naked, her face fully covered with black cloth.

I walked off until the darkness hid her from the camera, and then I hit Record and slowly came forward.

Her kneeling body emerged from the darkness, like a gold statue.

I came right up close to her, close enough that you could see that she was trembling a little in the night air, and then pulled back so that her whole body was in the viewfinder.

I slowly walked around her, giving the viewer a 360 degree look at TotalCoverageBitch as she knelt naked and blindfolded but clean in the mud, her dark nipples erect, her hair sometimes whipping in front of her face; even her pubic hair rippling in the breeze.

As I came slowly around in front of her I went a bit further, and took an angle of her that was in front of and slightly to the right, so you could see more of her body.

Then I whispered, 'Go'.

She didn't move for a long time, and I wondered if she'd heard me.

Then, very slowly, her right hand came off her thigh and went down into the mud and took a handful and smeared it along her thigh.

Then her left hand did the same thing, on the other thigh.

I had been afraid that her nerves would make her get messy too quickly; that she'd be desperate to cover up. But it took her a full ten minutes to methodically cover her legs, pubis, belly, ribs, breasts, arms and the front of her neck and shoulders.

All the time, the only sound was the occasional gasp as the cold mud hit her skin. When she was covered up to the underside of her chin, she placed her hands on her thighs again.

I put the camera on the tripod, behind her, and waited as she reached down and smeared her bare bum with the mud, and then she put her hands on her thighs again and I slowly and meticulously covered her bare back and the backs of her shoulders.

Then, as we had agreed, I took a double handful of mud and put it on her head.

I covered TCB's hair, sticking it down with a thick coating of the mud so that it no longer floated in the wind but was covered up. Then I paused to clean my hands, and picked the camera up again and came around in front of her.

She unhooked the breath mask with one hand and smeared mud over her mouth with the other, then her jawline and the tip of her nose, and her lips parted slightly and the breath hissed through her mouth.

Then she reached down and took more mud in one hand and removed the sleep mask with the other, keeping her eyes shut, and smeared the mud over her eyes, blinding herself again. She dropped the sleep mask and coated her face with more mud, and more of it, and still more, until it was hanging thickly from her head, which had become an unrecognisable blob. There was a small hole for her mouth to breathe through.

After twenty minutes, TCB was completely covered in mud, like in her regular videos, and she resumed her still pose, kneeling with her hands on her thighs.

I wondered if she'd finished.

But then, she took her hands off her thighs and leaned forward and got on all fours, lifting her head up. I walked all around her and, when I was behind her, I saw her hips twitching slightly.

I looked closer, and she was definitely swivelling them a little.

I blinked.

'We're taking a break,' I said, and turned off the camera.

She made a grunt of frustration.

'Why,' she said, without moving, her face still plastered with mud. 'I was right in the fucking zone.'

'Because if I misunderstand what you want, this could go really super-badly,' I said.

She did not move, then nodded her head in agreement.

'Okay,' she said.

'What do you want me to do?'

'It's, it's my turn.'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'Same as me?'

'Exact same.'

'You want it...'

'I don't want to get mud in my vagina,' she said, her voice made thicker by all the mud on her face.

'Positive?'

'Just fucking do it before I overthink,' she snapped.

'Okay,' I said. 'You need a moment? Get back into the zone?'

'... Yeah. Start recording, count twenty, then go for it.'

So I took out the dildo and lubricated it, then put the camera on the tripod with a good view of TCB's butt, hit record, and quietly counted to twenty before moving forward and touching her arse with the dildo.

'Ahhhh,' she whined softly.

I reached up and wiped a little of the mud from between her buttocks, and then gently rubbed the cleft with the dildo. She made a ragged gasp of breath.

Although I had been where she now was, I felt a sense of sacred responsibility.

Which it then occurred to me that she must also have felt.

If I fucked this up, if I hurt her, in any way, this whole experience was ruined, and she might never want to talk to or meet me again.

I had to watch her responses like a goddamn hawk in the rain, watching for rodents in the long grass. And it was made a ton more difficult by her being, for a start, covered with mud, and it being, secondly, the middle of the night, and us being lit only by some relatively small portable lights.

I had few visual cues to go on. If she winced, it would barely be visible because I was behind her, and her face was plastered with mud anyway.

I had to hope that she'd allow for all this.

Just as, I then realised, she'd had to hope that I'd allow for it, when I'd been the blind, naked, messy one, about to get ass-fucked, and desperately hoping it would go okay.

That was the look she'd given me, that needy look: she hadn't wanted to hurt me. She'd wanted me to trust her when I was almost completely vulnerable, just as I now wanted her to trust me.

I breathed deeply.

Do no harm, I told myself.

I very softly teased her anus with it, pushing gently, and feeling her trying to keep me out. Each time she made a startled little whimper.

Then I pushed at it, and she went 'Aaaahhhh...' in a slowly rising moan as I pushed harder. 'Aaaaahhh... aaaahhhh...'

I pushed more firmly and the head of the dildo slipped inside TCB's anus.

'UGH!' she cried, and I was worried I'd hurt her, but she then moved her hips back onto it, and it slid further in.

And then, I was kneeling behind TCB, crouched naked and mud-covered before me, and trying to bugger her with as much tenderness as I could muster.

'Oh, fuck,' she gasped. 'Ahh. Ahhhhhh.'

I pushed in and out, in and out, slowly, watching her, trying to get a sense of where she was.

She reached up underneath herself and started to touch herself. I silently cursed that I hadn't got the other camera ready, but I switched to holding the dildo with the left hand, and brought the tripod closer to get a better view of what she was doing.

She moaned again, and then gasped 'Have you got the second camera out?'

'No,' I said.

'Okay,' she said, breathlessly, 'stick the tripod by my head and hold the other one while you're doing me.'

'What about the dildo?'

'Just leave it in,' she said.

I took the tripod camera up the other end of her, so it had a good view of her heady and upper body. The only occasionally visible features under all the mud were her teeth, which she occasionally bared and clenched.

I got out the second camera and scrambled around behind her again. She was holding the dildo inside herself with a muddy finger. I gently took over from her and she put her hand down underneath her crotch again.

I started recording again and went back to fucking her, and TCB pumped her hips and whimpered and groaned and slid her hands forward, almost but not quite knocking the tripod over, and buried her face in the mud.

All my worries were gone. She was a natural at moving. As soon as she was safe inside her coating of mud, she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

I had to work quite hard to keep my face out of view of the head camera, but soon TCB was stretched out, her head just above the mud, whinnying with desire, her muddy body shaking and squirming, and then her breathing got much louder and more regular, and I matched her movements with my hand on the dildo, and her mouth opened wide, and then she let out a cry and pushed her face into the mud and her hand dropped from between her thighs and she slid down, gracelessly, onto her belly, and lay there.

I let go of the dildo and left it there, still recording, and watched as her ass muscles closed, and slowly expelled it from her arse.

She made a pitiable moan, and I slowly got up, still videoing her, and backed away from her, so that her mud-covered body vanished into the darkness, with only the tripod camera lights glimmering.

Then they went out.

I turned off the camera and came back to her as quick as I could, and found her slowly sitting up and wiping the mud off her face.

The camera tripod lay face down on the ground. I picked it up and stopped recording.

'Ohhh,' she sighed, wiping her eyes. 'Fuck.'

'You okay?' I said, kneeling by her.

She nodded.

'That was fucking intense, though,' she said.

She got to her feet. I got her the water flask and gave it to her, and she stepped out of the mud and rinsed off the worst. We picked up everything that had been dropped, and I handed her a towel, and she rubbed herself down and pulled her clothes on over her still very dirty body.

As we walked back to my flat, I glanced at her.

She looked pale and rather stunned, which is how I'd felt right after my shoot.

'Was it okay?' she said suddenly, staring at me with her large dark eyes.

'You fucking kidding? It was epic. You looked amazing, and it was so great that you took so long. Really built up the tension as you got to the face.'

She took this on board.

'Hope it looks good.'

'That was lucky that the tripod camera lights failed at the same time,' I said.

'Oh,' she said, 'they didn't. I was lying there and I heard you moving away and thought, Oh, he's dollying out, good idea, but then I realised that the tripod lights were still on me, so I knocked the camera over, so your shot would look like they'd gone out.'

I smiled.

'It's gonna look great,' I said.

'You don't have to pretend to like my stuff, you know,' she said.

'I'm not pretending. But nobody's gonna have to pretend to like this. This is next-level. If this doesn't get you a shit-ton of followers...'

'Not sure I want an actual shit-ton,' she muttered.

We walked on for a bit.

'Do you mind if I ask a question?' I said.

'What.'

'Did you really cum, or were you performing?'

She turned crimson.

'I don't want to talk about it,' she said in a tight voice, and I felt like a creep.

***

At the flat, TCB vanished into the bathroom and I poured us the now-customary drinks. By the time she came into the kitchen, I'd watched both videos.

They really were good. There was something starkly beautiful about the sight of her kneeling, naked, with her face covered. It was like the opposite of a hijab, in that her face was the *only* part of her that was covered up.

And the patient slowness with which she covered herself in mud was a contrast to the intensity with which she reacted to having the dildo up her arse.

She watched the videos with great attention, scowling slightly the entire time. When they were finished she took a slug of the brandy.

'God,' she said, 'well, people are really gonna see me naked.'

'They look great, though. And you did want more people to see your stuff and like it.'

'At the beginning,' she said, 'when I'm kneeling and I'm wearing the masks on my face... I was absolutely terrified when you walked away to get that long dolly-in. I felt so exposed. And when you were walking around me, it felt like, everyone's gonna see this, everyone's gonna see me...'

She sighed.

'It wasn't till I'd covered up my boobs that I started to relax even a bit.'

'What about at the end, when I walked away again?'

'Oh shit,' she said, 'by then I hardly knew my own name.'

I glanced at her, and she gave me a slightly contrite look. And I knew the answer to my unanswered question.

After all, there was no hiding the fact that I'd cum in my video. TCB's camera had caught my semen squirting into the mud. I sensed that she wanted to be more honest with me than she felt able to be, and decided not to push it.

'But you're okay with these? You want to put them out?'

She took another sip of brandy.

'The thing about me,' she said, looking up, 'is I'm terrified most of the time.'

I said nothing.

'Just of normal life, normal... things, people, responsibility, love.'

She stared at the phones on the table, containing the testimony of what she'd done this night.

'Like, the fact that most if not all women will have some kind of sexual assault at some point in their life. And, I dunno, I think of some of the things have happened to me, but they're grey area, so maybe that's still lying in wait for me, in a big way.'

She shook her head incredulously.

'Great. But when I'm covered up, I have this feeling of being safe.'

She looked at the table.

'I know it's not real. It's a delusion. But I still have it. Maybe I think it's so unlikely anything terrible would happen to me when I'm naked and covered in mud.'

'Well, if I'm with you, I'm not going to let anything terrible happen to you.'

'How do I know that? Most sexual assaults are committed by people the victims know'

'I would never do that to you.'

'I hardly know you.'

'So wouldn't that make me less likely to assault you?'

I was finding the conversation increadingly bewildering.

TCB started to reply, then paused, like she actually hung for a moment like a glitching electronic device, and then she closed her mouth and shook her head.

'I'm really tired,' she said frankly.

'Also,' I said, 'I've had loads of opportunities to assault you, and I haven't taken any of 'em.'

'That is true,' she admitted.

'I mean, not to brag, or anything.'

'Yeah, gee, thanks.'

'This conversation is so weird.'

'I told you. That's where I live.'

'I mean, I would say "I want you to feel safe with me" but I feel like that'd now sound incredibly suspicious and creepy.'

'It would, yeah.'

We sat in silence, opposite each other.

'Look... do you wanna stop doing this?' I said. 'Is this making you unhappy?'

'No,' she said.

'Cause it's fine. We can just stop. We can delete these and just leave it.'

'No,' she said, frowning. 'I want to keep going. I want to put this out there and see what happens.'

It occurred to me that I had no idea where she lived, except that it wasn't far away.

She could stop calling and texting, and she could vanish from my life, if she wanted to. We both knew that.

'Well, is there anything you can think of that would make you feel more safe?'

She looked at the table for a long moment.

'Let's get the video done first. You edit, send it to me, if I want to change anything...'

'Sure.'

We sat in a longer silence.

'Can I ask you something?' I said.

'Depends what it is.'

'Do you like me?'

She frowned.

'"Like", how.'

'Not "like" like, I mean just as someone you don't mind hanging out with.'

She thought.

'Yeah, you're all right to hang out with.'

'Good, cause I like hanging out with you.'

She stared at me.

'I think you're weird AF,' I added, 'but you're smart and brave, and you don't seem to have any bullshit. I just wanted you to know that I admire that.'

She nodded to herself.

'Thanks,' she said.

I waited to see if she'd say anything nice about me.

'Are you waiting to see if I'm gonna say something nice about you?' she said.

'Yeah.'

'You've got a great arse,' she said.

And she smiled tiredly.

'I'll take what I can get,' I said.

'I told you,' she said, 'I'm not good at humans.'

'Uh, I told you that about me.'

She closed her eyes briefly and nodded.

'So you did. Well...'

She sipped her drink and poured herself some more.

'I mean, on the one hand, you don't do anything to make me feel unsafe. On the other, what we're doing is completely insane, and what's to stop you from, like attacking me, or...'

'I see that, yeah,' I said gloomily.

'I mean, the sane thing to do would be for us to stop doing this, so that things don't get weird, and one of us does something crazy or whatever.'

'Do you think that's likely to happen?'

'I don't know. I don't know you well enough.'

'Well, the only way for us to know each other better is to hang out a bit more. Doing something other than this.'

'I suppose that's true.'

'Wanna do that? I mean, it's more sane than hanging out in public parks at two a. m. with one of us naked and covered in mud.'

'I'm shit at making friends.'

'Are you? I think you're cool.'

'Hm,' she said, looking sceptical.

'You want to get some sleep?'

'I want to finish my drink, first,' she said. 'How's your video doing?'

'Hang on,' I said, and took my phone (which I had carefully wiped down, in its industrial-strength case, after its punishing outdoor shoot) and brought up the site.

'Still doing okay,' I said. 'Oh. Very nice comment from someone called MudFaery.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Yeah, um... "Fucking amazing video guys, huge respect, love ur stuff so much, please let's collaborate, I have sooo many ideas x x x." You heard of this person?'

'MudFairy?'

'No, faery with an e.'

'Oh I've seen her,' TCB said, sitting upright and taking her own phone in hand. 'Yeah, um, she's new, just joined a few weeks ago but...'

She found the site and showed me MudFaery's page.

Well, good lord.

MudFaery was evidently very young, about 22, and astonishingly lovely, with a mop of brown hair and a freckled, beautiful, open face like a children's television presenter, and a limber young body which she was eager to show off unclothed, and a big beaming guileless smile, and she also clearly had access to enormous tracts of hygienic marshland, because in only four weeks she had posted something like twelve videos of herself getting enthusiastically naked and plastered with muck, and dommed by her beautiful girlfriends in videos in which she writhed with most convincing humiliation, and domming the same girlfriends and a couple of equally beautiful boyfriends with equally convincing glee, and she had earned four hundred followers, and the number was rising even as I looked at it.

She was a shining fucking star.

And she liked our video. And she was following me. And she was following TCB. She was following practically everyone.

And she wanted to collaborate with us.

I looked up at TCB.

'Well,' I said, 'she seems nice.'