Jeanie
“Dammit Jeanie!” Gabe’s words were like a bucket of cold water on my runaway desire. “There’s a camera!”
I followed his eyes to the small camouflaged game camera that was located under the roof overhang on the old cabin.
“Well now,” I said, calmly pushing aside Gabe’s clumsy attempts to cover my nakedness, “That’s just rude.” I picked up my bra and slowly put it back on, and then followed with my shirt, without unpinning Gabe from the ground.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been filmed without my consent. For all I knew there might be some b-grade footage of me still floating around on the internet on some sketchy porn sites. There was a time in my life I’d been horrified and deeply ashamed of the things I had done. Back then I would do almost anything for drugs, money and a littl
