“Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea…” Cara thought as she held the pose and the camera flashed again.
Sure, the idea of a charity photo shoot was good, but was it a little too revealing?
It wasn’t like she was a prude or anything, adventuring around the world had taught her many things, and confidence was certainly one of them.
She had to admit she liked the sunglasses they’d given her to wear, they were from one of the sponsors and they felt really… good.
Which was a little strange, she’d never thought of wearing glasses as feeling good before, even if she’d done so many times as she hacked her way through jungles and rode camels across the desert.
“Thanks Cara, that’s great!” the photographer said as the camera flashed one last time and she gave a half smile to him in response.
A small round of applause filled the studio as two men came walking over to her, Johnathan Horse, who had set up the charity photo shoot, and a second man she didn’t recognize.
“That was great Cara! I’d like to introduce you to Simon Travers, the CEO of Travers Eyewear.”
Cara smiled and extended her hand to Simon, “A pleasure to meet you Simon. I have to complement you on your sunglasses, they’re exceptional. I’ll have to look in to picking up a pair or two.”
Simon shook her hand and smiled back, “Well thank you, and keep those and I’ll have a few other pairs sent over to you if you like.”
A small shiver ran through her as their hands clasped and she almost thought she saw something in the corner of her eye, but she paid it no attention.
“Thanks Simon, that’s very generous.”
“No so generous if I can get some action photos of the famous Cara Loft adventuring in my eyewear I think.” he replied with a wink and she couldn’t surprise a small laugh.
“True, true.” she replied.
“So, where are you off to next?” he asked.
“Deep into the Amazon, I’ve got a lead on an ancient civilization to investigate.” she replied serious.
“Well, that sounds exciting… maybe when you get back you can enthrall me with tails of adventure over… diner perhaps?” Simon said with a slick confidence of a man that had romanced many women in the past.
She gave a cocky half smile, “Perhaps, well see.”
Cara swayed her hips as she walked down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. She was wearing the latest sunglasses Simon had sent her and she just couldn’t help but feel amazing in them.
Well, that and the fact she was going to have a real meal, at a real restaurant, with real company, after spending the last two months spelunking around the Amazon with nothing to show for it.
Cara arrived at the front of the restaurant and hesitated for only a moment as a strange thought crossed her mind, “Why was she seeing Simon instead of going out with her friends or something else?”
The thought quickly passed as another replaced it, “Because she needed something that her friends couldn’t give her… but Simon could.”
Cara stepped into the restaurant and gave the maitre d’ Simon’s name and he quickly took her to the back where Simon was already seated at the large booth.
Cara sucked Simon’s dick deep into her throat as she looked up at him, her glasses still firmly on her face.
Diner had gone… quickly. She hadn’t realized how long it had been since she’d been in the presence of a real man and she just couldn’t deny her needs any longer.
Two months in the jungle without any sexual release had been almost intolerable. After the appetizers had arrived she’d just given up pretending and suggested they head back to his place and skip right to dessert.
He’d smiled and nodded and it was a short ride in his limo filled with her hands all over his body, their tongues swapping spit, and his hands squeezing her ass.
She’d almost started sucking his dick right there in the back of his limo, but had managed to resist the urge.
Once they arrived in his bedroom though, there was no stopping her.
Now, looking up at him, feeling him between her lips, the strange little flashes in the periphery of her glasses, all she could do was wonder why she hadn’t done this on their first meeting.
He grabbed her pony tail and pulled her up and off of his shaft, “Get undressed.” he said, not like a request, but like an order.
She complied by carefully pulling her dress up over her head, making sure to keep her glasses perfectly in place. Then she gave her tits a shake, turned around and bent over, before doing the same with her ass.
It wasn’t long before she was face down on the bed, her ass in the air, with Simon plowing into her pussy.
Her gaze was fixated on the mirror in front of her, her face twisted in ecstasy, Simon towering over her, and her glasses seeming to sparkle in the image.
Cara was in a private jet once more, though this time it wasn’t her own, but instead Simon’s.
And just like Simon owned everything else in the jet, Simon owned her too.
It was still strange not wearing the sunglasses any more, Simon said they were no longer required and she had to agree with him. They had programmed her to be obedient, submissive, and sexually explosive.
It had been too late when she realized what was happening, a few months after that first diner date, she’d announced on all her socials she was dating him and retiring from adventuring, focusing instead on her influencer “job”.
It was around that time when she understood that whatever tech was in the sunglasses he always kept her in abundant supply of had been rewriting her mind.
She pushed herself up a little and reached out to take hold of the case filled with sunglasses. They were just normal sunglasses, but they were the latest ones from and she’d be wearing a different set of them each day as she flounced around Europe for the next three weeks.
Simon had scheduled her to visit a high end, and very private, spa at the end of her little “adventure” as he liked to call them, and she couldn’t imagine why.
He had her plastered all over social media as the “unpaid” brand ambassador for his sunglasses, and he was selling more than every… why would he take her off of her work for two whole weeks?
“This is the Captain speaking, please prepare for landing, we’ll be arriving in Paris in approximately 10 minutes.”
She looked out the window and down at the city, then reached out and set the case on it’s side and flipped it open. She selected a oversized set of sunglasses that were hexagonal and slipped them on her face before closing the case once more and fastening her seatbelt.
They’d be news media waiting for her and she had to have the right look to get the most coverage.
Cara sat in the chair across from Simon as another man sat in the chair beside her.
“As you can see, her socials are up 300% in the last two weeks, the team seems to think she’ll peak in about another three weeks.” the man with a computer on his lap said.
Simon nodded, “And the results of the latest polling?”
The man frowned and shook his head, “Yeah, going any farther would significantly decrease her appeal. Even now there is a lot of chatter about how unnatural she looks from the female population. Fortunately it’s offset entirely by the male population not really caring if they’re real of fake.” he replied.
“So we’re going to basically be done with her in another couple of months… how long do you think you can maintain interest in her?”
“Oh a year or two at least… and after that, well, there are some options to boost her numbers if they get to low.”
“Options?” Simon asked.
“Well, there will come a point where her numbers fall far enough that going more… extreme, will actually boost them again. But of course if you want to keep her as your fiance… those options are probably off the table.”
Simon nodded and then dismissed the second man.
Cara’s spa trip had turned into a plastic surgery smorgasbord. Tits, lips, waist, ass, cheekbones, you name it.
It had taken the full two weeks to recover and by the time she returned to London there had been a gaggle of reporters waiting for her.
Of course she’d already posted all kinds of new photos to her socials and had been very open about all the procedures she’d done, all the while wearing the latest line of sunglasses.
The last two weeks had been a mix of charity events, clubbing, and making a scene wherever she could.
As the door closed behind the man leaving, Simon stood up and walked around his desk, taking the seat the other man had just vacated and turning it towards her.
“So Cara, what do you think?” he asked.
Cara smiled, or at least tried to, “Mmmm… I try not to.” she replied and then reached out and grabbed his crotch, giving it a little rub.
Simon chuckled, “I know, but this is important. What do you think… do you want to be my trophy wife and spend the rest of your days sucking and fucking me while hocking my sunglasses? Or would you rather be rid of me and instead get your tits and ass pumped up even more until your numbers fall so far that all that’s left is for you to go full internet whore?”
A shiver ran through her as both options sounded both horrible and perfect at the same time.
But there was only ever one answer she was going to give and so she did, “Whatever you want babe, whatever you want.”
Simon chuckled again and then stood up, taking her hand and pulled her up as well. They left his office and headed back home, where she was sure he’d be fucking her, but likewise leave her wondering what her future held.
