Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 2:07 pm.

At the start of the break, the group spread out. Masters R and O kept to themselves, Hugo started a quick workout right on the spot and Lola pulled Isabel into the small dressing room to clean themselves up a bit.

“Hey, what’s your snap?” Lola wanted to know after the two had taken a quick shower and slightly dried their hair. She pulled two phones out of her handbag and put them down in front of the large mirror where she checked her mostly ruined make-up before reaching into her bag again for a lighter and cigarettes.

“Uh, IzzzyBee07 underscore,” Isabel stammered.

Lola casually offered a smoke to Isabel, who politely declined and watched as her confident and assertive clone lit a cigarette and unlocked one of her phones.

“Izzy with three Z’s and...”

“Here,” Lola cut Isabel off as she handed her the phone. “just type it in yourself.”

While Isabel sent a friend request to herself from Lola’s phone, her new acquaintance unlocked her other phone and scrolled through her notifications before taking half a dozen selfies, covering her nipples for some, but not for others, with her cigarette between her lips, taking drags between shots.

“Hey, can you take a full body shot of me?” she asked after tapping her cigarette on a small ashtray.

Isabel nodded and put down the one phone to take the other. She noticed that Lola was using snapchat on this phone as well and that the app was ready to capture.

Lola took a step back and cupped her breasts with both hands, pressing them together while her lips puckered up around the cigarette she was smoking, as if she was either ready to blow a kiss or was taking a very aggressive drag of smoke.

“Like this?” Isabel wondered when she turned the phone screen around to show Lola what she had captured.

“Perfect!”

Lola took back the phone and sent the picture off to god knows who before asking Isabel to take another. For this one, she went on her hands and knees, spreading her buttocks wide.

Isabel took another picture without asking any of the questions that came up in her head. But when she handed the phone back to Lola, it was as if the girl had read her mind.

“In case you’re wondering,” she said, “those are for my subscribers.”

The frown on Isabel’s face was enough for a further explanation.

“It’s passive income that Master R has set up for me. It’s like Onlyfans. These are VIP+ sponsors who pay extra for a few daily explicit snaps.”

Isabel had seen tons of people on her socials create venues for extra income lately, but she had never really read up on it.

“Does it pay well?” she wanted to know. She was curious. You always heard that these Onlyfans things made a ton of money, but she believed that couldn’t be the case for everyone.

Lola laughed. “Like you won’t believe. Master was convinced it would do well and he was right. Most guys are suckers. Especially rich single ones. They pay whatever you ask.”

She held her phone out for Isabel to look at. It was a page with a handful of different subscription fees ranging from ‘Free’ to ‘0.40 BTC’

“It doesn’t look expensive. What money is that anyway? Is it Bitcoin?”

“Yeah. It’s like, worth a lot.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it, but I have no clue what it is at right now.”

“That most expensive one is about ten thousand Euros I think,” Lola stated. “But I haven’t sold any of those yet.”

Isabel’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard that number.

“It said per month?!”

Lola laughed again. “Yes, that’s per month.”

“For what?”

“Unlimited chat and pictures and one hot date.”

“Hot date? As in sex?”

Lola nodded.

“You would do that?” Isabel asked.

“Yes why not?” Lola said.

Isabel was silent for a moment.

“We’re both getting fucked by three guys and a girl today And who knows what else the masters have in store for us. And we’re doing it for free. Think about that.”

“But I trust Master O and I chose to be here for free.” Isabel had a serious face, but it was apparent that her mind was racing.

Lola chuckled. “For 10,000 Euros per month I wouldn’t care. It’s probably decent men anyway who have such money.”

Isabel didn’t necessarily agree with that assumption, even after Lola tried to justify it.

“Another girl of Master R’s, Julie, she got lucky. Some rich old dude subscribed to her for this and flew her out to Monaco, all expenses paid. The guy wanted her to come over once a month to fuck his son, who was awkward and antisocial and had never been with a girl. I would love to be in an arrangement like that. Far away from home, easy money. The old guy did a test drive with Julie and liked her so much himself that she now has two subscriptions and she flies to Monaco one weekend a month and sees the son on Saturday and the dad on Sunday. One luxurious trip and it pays the little mychto her rent and so much more.”

Isabel let it sink in. That did sound like easy money, however, she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to do it. What if they were creeps, or worse. Or what if ten people subscribed?

“So, maybe if I get lucky,” Lola sighed. “But the subscriptions I do have already are nothing to complain about. It’s not much work and the cash is nice. It certainly beats working the cash register at Carrefour.”

Isabel nodded, but she had no clue that Carrefour was a supermarket, as it did not operate in her country. She got the gist of what Lola was trying to say, though.

“And maybe,” the confident and entrepreneurial Belgian girl continued, “I will be able to make some more money by doing a video performance soon.

“Really?”

“Yes, there’s this crew down in Charleroi that that does these cage fight videos with girls in fetish gear. They have a live audience and stream it online and charge a lot of money to viewers. If you win a single fight, you can make like 5k. If you compete and win in a night’s tournament, even 15. All tax free, cause of course it’s illegal as fuck.”

“Cage fight?” Isabel wondered.

“It’s just a best of three rounds one-on-one no rules fight. I used to do karate and ballet, so I’m pretty strong and balanced,” Lola quipped.

“Seriously? Me too,” Isabel smiled. “Ballet and gymnastics at least. And dancing.”

Lola wasn’t overly impressed, but eyed Isabel again from top to bottom.

“Yeah, I guess you are toned enough to not be lying,” Lola said.

“I’m pretty strong,” Isabel countered, slightly offended by Lola’s observation. When she flexed her slender body right, she could show off her abs.

“I wanted to sign up a few weeks back, but they planned to pair me with this humongous bodybuilder type woman, so I haven’t yet. Now I’m waiting to find someone who will sign up for a single match with me, so I don’t run that risk.

Lola watched carefully how Isabel reacted when she told her new friend all this.

Isabel looked with open mouth at Lola’s phone. The girls in the video were almost completely wrapped in black leather body suits, which were a combination of leather and latex with bright silver metal highlights, like studs, buttons and carbine hooks. Their outfits were more than skin-tight, they had to be. It looked like they were extremely corseted and all of the gear was wrapped insanely tight around their bodies. The only parts of their bodies that were left uncovered, were their mouth, tits and crotch, leaving their cunt and ass accessible. They wore thigh high boots with stiletto heels and metal studs on the instep of the boots. Their gloves were also covered with metal spikes.

Isabel looked at what seemed to be a brutal fight, with one of the girls, with small breasts and a big white number 6 taped on top of her harness on her upper back, standing behind the other girl, who was on her knees. The standing girl had one arm tightly wrapped around the other girl’s head, choking her by pressing the inside of her arm into the girl’s throat, while she punched away at the girl’s massive tits, exposed and bleeding, puncturing the skin with the sharp spikes on the knuckles of her gloves.

A few dozen spectator watched from outside the fighting cage, men and women in various stages of undress, screaming and yelling at the fighters.

“They fight every round until one of them taps out or passes out,” Lola said matter-of-factly. The winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser for a minute after every round before they take a short break. Whoever wins two rounds, wins the game and gets to make a choice as to what they want to do. They can choose to restrain their opponent and really go to town on them for 15 minutes, or they can flip a coin and try to get it doubled to 30 minutes, but if they lose the toss, they will be restrained themselves and their own body will be offered for torture by their opponent. When they’re ready, the audience is allowed to throw objects into the cage and whatever gets thrown in is fair game to use on the restrained fighter.”

“Wow that’s unpredictable,” Isabel said.

“Yes, but that’s the fucking exciting thing about it,” Lola replied while she pulled the phone away from Isabel’s view. “Let’s go back, they must be waiting for us.”

“Hang on, I have to pee,” Isabel said.

“Don’t,” Lola replied. “Unless you’re in real bladder pain.”

Isabel looked puzzled and Lola saw it.

“What if you’re asked to piss when we get back? There’s a good chance. And I think we may go to the park.”

She was right, Isabel realized, but she really did have to pee very badly. Nevertheless, she decided to listen to Lola and skipped the toilet on the way out. And what was this about a park?

“Hey,” Lola said as they made their way back to the play room, “since you’re into real torture and hangings and shit like that, I think I have a video on my laptop that you may like. I kept it because it has very rough bbc action at the start, but later on they have a mistress that does some real sick shit to this tiny blonde with big tits. It may be right up your alley.”