Day 11: Public/Sexting

Day 11: Public/Sexting

Ava leaned back against the bathroom stall, her phone clutched tightly in her hand as her heart raced. The text message from Deborah had arrived that morning, as it often did, with a simple but explicit command: "No panties today. I expect updates."

At first, Ava had laughed it off, thinking Deborah was just being playful. But when she had started getting ready for the day, she realized how serious Deborah was. It wasn't the first time Deborah had given her an order like this, but today felt different. They were in public—Ava had meetings, errands, and a full day of being out and about. But the thrill of it, the sense of danger, made her body buzz with excitement.

Ava snapped a quick selfie of her bare legs, the hem of her dress pulled up just enough to show that she was, indeed, following Deborah's orders. She typed out a quick message, her heart pounding as she hit send.

Ava:

told ya, no panties 🫣

A few moments later, her phone buzzed with a response from Deborah.

Deborah:

Congratulations, you followed basic instructions. Want a cookie?

Ava rolled her eyes but couldn't help grinning at Deborah's sarcasm. She tugged her dress back down and slipped out of the bathroom, making her way back into the bustling café. Every movement felt heightened, like everyone around her somehow knew what she was doing—that she was following Deborah's dirty little command.

The next couple of hours passed in a blur of meetings, her mind drifting back to the thrill of the secret she was carrying. During a quiet moment between meetings, she snuck into another bathroom, this time daring to take a riskier photo—her dress hiked up, her fingers teasing the edge of her thigh.

Ava:

What next, boss? 😉

Deborah's reply came quickly, as always.

Deborah:

Really? That's the best you've got? Try harder, sweetheart. Surprise me.

Ava bit her lip, the challenge sending a wave of excitement through her. She stepped out of the bathroom and back into the crowded city streets, her mind racing with possibilities. Deborah always knew how to push her limits, how to make her want more, and today was no exception.

By mid-afternoon, Ava found herself in the middle of a crowded park, the thrill of being surrounded by people only adding to the excitement. She sat on a bench, crossing her legs as she pulled out her phone and typed a quick message.

Ava:

guess where I am 😏

Deborah's response was swift.

Deborah:

Hopefully not jail. Although I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up there.

Ava chuckled softly, her fingers hovering over her phone as she considered her next move. The thrill of the public setting, of following Deborah's explicit instructions, sent a rush of heat through her. She snapped a photo—her hand slipping between her legs, barely visible beneath the hem of her dress—and sent it off without a second thought.

Ava:

not jail yet. But close 🔥

There was a longer pause this time, and Ava's heart pounded as she waited for Deborah's reply. When it came, it was sharp and sarcastic, but there was an undercurrent of approval that made Ava's stomach flip.

Deborah:

Careful, sweetheart. I'm not bailing you out if you get caught. And I'm not buying you lunch, either.

Ava laughed out loud, her body buzzing with anticipation. She knew Deborah was enjoying this just as much as she was—maybe even more. The dynamic between them, the push and pull of control, made Ava's skin tingle with excitement.

The rest of the day was a blur of stolen moments—Ava ducking into quiet corners, sneaking quick photos and sending them off to Deborah, each one more daring than the last. Each time, Deborah's responses were sharp and witty, always keeping Ava on edge, always pushing her just a little further.

By early evening, Ava was in a crowded bar, her legs crossed tightly as she sipped her drink. The room was packed, the noise of conversation and laughter filling the air, but all Ava could think about was Deborah's last message.

Deborah:

If you're so confident, let's see you do something more... interactive. Think you can handle it?

Ava's heart raced as she read the message. She glanced around the bar, her mind spinning with possibilities. She couldn't stop now—not when Deborah was clearly enjoying this as much as she was.

With trembling hands, Ava slipped her phone into her purse and stood up, making her way to a quiet corner of the bar. She leaned back against the wall, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she snapped one final photo—her hand slipping between her legs, pressing lightly against her slick skin as she stifled a moan.

Ava:

done 😈

This time, Deborah's response took a little longer, but when it came, it was short and to the point.

Deborah:

Well, well. Maybe you're not as much of a screw-up as I thought.

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with excitement as she read the message. She knew what that meant—Deborah was pleased, even if she'd never admit it outright.

She bit her lip, typing one final message before slipping her phone back into her purse.

Ava:

So, what's my reward? 👀

Deborah's reply was immediate, her sarcasm biting as ever.

Deborah:

You get to survive another day. Maybe I'll let you thank me properly later, if you're lucky.

Ava grinned, her body still buzzing with excitement as she headed for the exit. Whatever Deborah had planned for later, she knew it would be worth the wait.