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   Webslut Madison Ch.  29

   Madison interviews for a teacher job.

   Slowly, Madison pulled into the parking lot at the school and searched
for a parking space.  She took a deep breath and exhaled.  "Maybe they
didn't bother to google me," she thought.  "Maybe I'm nervous about
nothing." It did seem odd to her that she was going to an interview for her
first "real" job, and the thing she was most nervous about was whether
anyone would find out about the erotic content she posted online.

   "It's not just porn," she thought.  "It's me, begging to be exposed as a
slut to the whole world.  And begging for my life to be wrecked, and
utterly humiliating myself in every way." So maybe it wasn't that odd,
given the magnitude of her offense - but still, it was certainly something
that most young women would not have to be concerned about.

   Madison had bought a new outfit for the occasion.  She had to, really,
since she had exorcised any decent, conservative attire from her wardrobe.
Quite literally, she didn't own anything appropriate for an interview.  All
she owned were short shorts, mini skirts, and short, belly-baring tops, and
certainly no business attire.  It was by design, after all, to force
herself to dress like a slut every single day.

   But for this occasion, she allowed herself one decent interview outfit,
one that she obviously planned to sell or donate as soon as the interview
was over, so she couldn't use it to cover herself up if she had a change of
heart one morning.  "I don't know what I'm going to do if I actually get
hired for a job," she thought.  Then she laughed.  She knew the chances of
that happening were as close to zero as they could be.  "But, still.  I'd
have to actually not look like a whore at work.  And then I'd go out to the
grocery store or something, dressed like a slut, and run into parents I
just met at a PTA meeting." She laughed.

   What would she do?  She certainly didn't feel like changing her whole
wardrobe just to avoid offending parents.  No, she'd rather just keep
looking slutty and raising eyebrows.  Maybe she'd even be able to fuck some
of the hot dads - or even moms.  But she'd definitely need a new wardrobe
for work, and then would she be able to go anywhere without covering
everything up?  Oh, well, she thought.  It was a problem for down the road.
Actually, it was probably not a problem at all, seeing as she'd never get a
job teaching with her online presence being in the state it was in.

   For the occasion, she may have dressed more conservatively than usual -
but certainly she didn't look like a prude, and she did her best to look
attractive.  She had chosen a gray skirt that fell a few inches above the
knee and had a slit in the back, showing enough leg that it certainly
wouldn't be considered conservative, but probably not showing enough to
seriously raise any eyebrows.  She wore a light blue, button-up collared
shirt, with the top couple buttons undone.  Under that, she wore a cup-less
bra, propping up her breasts but not covering her nipples, which she could
get away with due to the gray blazer she wore over the shirt, matching her
skirt.  She chose a pair of four-inch black heels with straps around the
ankles.  Under the skirt, she did not wear panties, but was completely
bare. Professional, yet slutty, she thought.  It was the best she could do
under the circumstances - she just had to be careful not to let her blazer
open too much or the outline of her nipples would be visible through the
shirt.

   She did place some items in her bag - a butt plug, a pair of nipple
clamps, a marker, and some clothespins.  She wasn't necessarily sure why,
it wasn't like she was going to actually use any of them during the
interview.  But she was used to bringing the plug, clamps, and marker
pretty much anywhere she went these days, and she just wanted to be
prepared in case a situation arose where she felt the need to use them.

   Madison steadied her nerves and closed the car door after she stepped
out.  She carried a tote with the usual items, in addition to the plug,
clamps, marker and clothespins.  She also had a portfolio with her resume
and references, and as she walked in, she wondered if any of her references
would actually be favorable anymore.  Maybe the ones from the schools where
she had completed her student teaching would be good, but her professors,
if they were being honest, would probably only be able to talk about how
skimpy her clothing had gotten lately, or the rumors floating around school
that she had posted a smorgasbord of erotic videos and photos online and
flashed an entire college class.

   As she entered the building, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves,
and exhaled.  "I guess I'm about to find out if I'm really ruined," she
thought to herself.  She signed in at the front desk and told the
receptionist why she was there, and she was told to have a seat and that
she

   would be called in a moment.

   As she waited, Madison thought about the events of the past couple
weeks, starting with the most recent crazy video she had posted where she
had talked in depth about how ruined she had become.  True to her word, she
had left the video up for two days.  And then she went about trying to be a
good girl again.

   During those two days, she had gone to class as usual in her skimpy
outfits - but the first day, she wrote "Webslut Madison" on her fully
exposed stomach, with "google me" underneath in smaller letters.  Anyone
who saw her could see the writing.  The idea was that she would be
completely ruined before she could clean up her image.  And even sitting
there, waiting to be called in for her interview, she started to get
slightly aroused thinking about it.  If there had been any classmates who
somehow remained unaware of her online existence, that was no longer
possible after that little stunt.

   Madison was quickly becoming a pariah at school.  The only people who
seemed to still talk to her were Dan and Alyssa.  Except, of course, a
couple guys who messaged her online wanting to hook up but keep it on the
down low.  Of course, she had obliged.  She was toxic, nobody wanted to
touch her - at least not when other people could see.  "I'm ruining the
reputation of anyone who is seen with me now," she remembered thinking to
herself.  That was the true rock bottom of a ruined reputation, she
thought.

   The second day, she had written a narrative on her stomach.  "Madison
Holt aka Webslut Madison.  Online exposure slut.  Look me up.  I want to be
exposed, humiliated and ruined forever." And she wore that around school
all day where everyone could see!

   Two days passed, and she decided to actually clean up.  It was time to
put her immature games aside and be a functioning adult.  She took down all
of her videos and pictures, and even started dressing more modestly -
slightly.  Madison stopped following her clothing rules and would actually
select items from her closet that looked mostly normal - yes, the tops were
still cropped, but she would wear the less revealing ones, and pair them
with a jacket to keep the exposure to a minimum.  She stopped writing on
herself, completely.

   Madison even announced to anyone who would listen that she was making a
life change for the better, that she was cleaning up her act.  She told her
classmates, when they asked her what was going on, that she no longer
wanted to be humiliated or called a slut.  A few of her classmates even
welcomed the news and told her that everyone makes mistakes, and everyone
goes to dark places sometimes, but they were proud of her for pulling
through and turning her life around.  Madison stopped masturbating, and she
didn't even hook up with anyone.  Granted, it was a short period of time,
but it was definitely a positive change.

   There was one problem - the memory of what she had been doing was still
firmly etched in the minds of her classmates and professors.  When they
went their separate ways after graduation, and ten years later her
classmates recalled a memory of her, Madison knew it would only be one
thing - "Oh, that's the girl that flashed her tits to our whole class!" Or
"That was the girl who wrote 'slut' on herself and showed everyone!" Or
"Yeah, the Webslut.  The one who went out of her way to wreck her
reputation." And, of course, the internet - the disgusting, degrading
videos were still online.  The ones that she had begged to be reposted? 
Still up, still getting reposted, still accumulating views.

   It was a tough time for Madison.  She would check on how she was doing
online, exposure-wise, and it was all she could do to keep herself from
getting aroused and saying to hell with it and participating in her own
ruination again.  Not only that, but she wasn't having much success in
cleaning up her presence.  She was basically just as exposed as she had
ever been, she just had lost control of the content and it was posted on
sites under accounts she could not control.  "Fuck, why did I use my real
name!" She thought.  "I should have been smarter about it.  I could have
just created an alter ego, you know?  Pretended to be Mackenzie Burns or
some other fake name and pretended to be her when I masturbated.  I mean it
would have been almost as good, right?" But that was the problem.  Almost.
And Madison didn't have a lot of respect for almosts, she wanted it to be
full-throttle to get the best experience - best orgasm - she could have.

   After she realized her exposure was not going anywhere, she had decided
to take action.  She tried finding a couple of accounts and messaging the
owners and explaining who she was and asking to have the items removed, but
she didn't have any luck.  Maybe they didn't believe it was her, or maybe
they didn't care, or worse - maybe they listened to her in her last video
when she told them to leave it up forever!

   So Madison decided to make another video.  This was about four days
after her last masturbation video was posted, two days after she had taken
her content down, and ten days before her interview.  Unlike her other
videos, she was fully clothed - yes, in a crop top, but only because that
was really all she owned.  It only showed a little bit of her stomach, and
she wore a jacket over it like she had been for the past couple days.

   "Hi, it's me - Madison.  So, um - this is going to, like - be a little
different from what you've seen from me for the past couple years.  I've
had so much fun posting naughty videos and pictures for you.  And I've -
like - I've cum so hard from doing it.  But - like - this has to come to a
stop."

   "Im about to graduate from college.  If you've watched my videos enough,
you know I've been planning to be a teacher.  And that's - well - my future
is really in doubt right now.  And I guess - for so long - I didn't really
get exposed, didn't get - I didn't really get that spread around.  But
recently it's gotten really out of hand."

   "I've made a decision to - I guess to clean up my act and act like a
professional young woman and stop being a slut.  It kills me a little bit
to say that, like - I fantasized for so long about my life being ruined and
about being fully exposed forever."

   Madison started to cry a little as she spoke.  "I've been such a bad
girl.  My whole school thinks I'm a stupid worthless slut.  My parents - if
my parents knew - they'd be so disappointed in me!  And all for what, to
get myself off!" She sniffled.  "So I really need to - to turn my life
around, I guess.  It's a hot fantasy, to like - be a complete slut, fuck
strangers, get exposed, throw my life away on purpose, but - but when it
really happens, it's (sobbing) it's brutal!"

   "All my friends - most of them won't talk to me.  I'm untouchable.  I'm
a pariah.  I have nobody and nothing left.  It's such an empty, shallow
existence.  And I really - I really don't think I ever wanted it to be that
way forever - it was such a hot fantasy - and like, I - for so long
everything was okay.  And then one day, boom, I'm an exposed, outed -
ruined slut!" She sobbed for a moment before continuing.

   "So I'm asking you - anyone who posted my videos or pictures - I mean -
the videos are the worst - like, if you could - please take them down, and
stop sharing them.  I'm begging you, please, take it down and let me get on
with my life." She sobbed and sniffled again.  "I can't do this anymore, I
just can't!"

   She started crying harder.  "And I know it goes against everything I've
ever said and I've begged you all to expose me, ruin me, spread me
around..." she trailed off.  "But you have to realize what this is going to
do to me, what this has already done to me, and - and like - I have no life
left!"

   "Like - if you want to keep a copy for personal use, jack off to me or
whatever on your own - that's fine.  I don't care.  But I need everything
taken down from online.  And like - I know a couple days ago I said don't
listen, that I'd beg for this and that you shouldn't ever remove anything -
but, like - that was just a horny sl- like, I was horny and it was turning
me on and I lost it there for a minute.  I didn't mean it.  I really mean
this." She sobbed, thinking for a moment about how she had almost called
herself a slut, like it was so instinctive and reflexive that she almost
did it without thinking.

   "Is that how I think of myself?" She wondered in between sobs.  "I've
been calling myself a slut for so long that I just - that it's - like when
I think about myself, that's what automatically comes to mind?" It was
really sinking in how fucked up her self-presentation and self-esteem was.
"If I'm ever going to return to normal life, I'm going to have to
completely re-train myself to not constantly degrade myself!"

   "So please," she continued in the video.  "Like I said, keep a copy on
your hard drives or whatever, just - I need the videos down, like -
yesterday.  I have an interview coming up to be a teacher, I - I'm
realizing how ruined I'll be, I - I need to straighten myself up.  And who
knows, maybe one day, I'll - not really do it again - but I thought about -
maybe having an alter ego who is a Webslut under a different name or
something.  And like - I probably can't, because it would put my career in
jeopardy, but - I don't know.  Maybe it just needs to stay a fantasy, as
much as it sucks.  So I'm going to post this video and send the links to
anywhere I can find my videos, and hopefully I can get my life back."

   "This has been a lot of fun and I'm glad you played along, so - thanks,
I guess." She laughed.  "But please.  Let's get real here, okay?  And
thanks in advance to anyone who takes them down."

   Madison posted the video and waited.  She knew the people watching her
page would see it.  Over the next day or so, she would go back and google
herself to see if there was any progress.  There was, but it was a small
percentage and didn't really change how things were going to turn out.

   Then there were the comments.  "She posted asking this to be taken
down," was in the comments to one of her videos someone else had posted,
one of the most popular ones.  "She said she was going to beg for this but
she wanted to leave it up."

   "Yeah, she consented to all of this, it's not our fault if it trashes
her career.  The stupid whore begged for this!!!"

   Then the newest video - the one of her begging for the videos to be
taken down - circulated on all the porn sites, some with the title "Webslut
Madison realizes she's fucked but she's helpless!" The comments to that one
were brutal.  "She'll come back and fuck herself to her own ruin, just
wait." "That's what you get when you post your REAL NAME and beg to have
your life ruined." "Stupid cunt got what she deserved." "Whore must be
loving this." "Oohhhh let's get her.  She's getting deep now, she's getting
trashed but she CONSENTED and BEGGED for it." "Yeah, and she never
explicitly revoked her consent.  See video posted right before this one,
where she said no matter how much I beg don't take it down." "Starting to
regret it.  Let's fucking make her suffer, it's what she wants!" "Ha!  I'm
sure this is just all an act that way when she gets even more ruined it
feels real."

   "I give her six months before she's a five dollar street whore." Another
said.  "Should just admit what she is to her parents and go rent a hotel
and get tied up and blindfolded and livestream herself getting used by
strangers for a week until she has literally NOTHING LEFT to offer."

   "Wow," Madison said, sobbing.  "These fucking douche bags!" She thought
for a minute, planning her next move.  It didn't take long for her to
decide to post one more video.

   "So clearly some of you have just been cruel.  And most of you are
getting off to me - like, being completely ruined - just as much as I have.
And I mean - some of the comments I read were actually kinda hot.  But
like, the thing is, like - I know you guys get off to me.  Degrading
myself, ruining my life and reputation, being exposed, and even me getting
off to it - and I do too, so I get it.  But like - the thing is, it's easy
to - to want it to go on when you're not the one living with the
consequences.  Like you guys jacking off to me - you're not having your
lives ruined for this.  But I am."

   "So in case it wasn't clear - I'm officially revoking my consent for any
of my nude photos or videos to be posted, regardless of what I said before.
It's my content, I created it, I own it, I'm aware that I consented to
having it shared and reposted but that consent doesn't exist any more.  I'm
being nice about it for now but I need my life back.  I hope you can be
nice in return and please do what I ask."

   "And like - you know - you guys got a lot of enjoyment out of this - out
of me.  But please don't actually ruin my life!  I'm so - like, I'm
shaking, look!  I don't know what to do.  Please just - just -" she took a
deep breath and continued.  "Just be happy you guys got to use my content
for a couple years - for free - and - and now take it down.  It's been fun,
but I'm sure there'll be a copy cat or something pretty soon."

   Again, she watched and waited a day or so.  A few more of the videos got
taken down, maybe a quarter total were removed, but still nowhere near
enough.  And to make it worse, her newest video again began to circulate.
"Madison Holt aka Webslut Madison realizing she's COMPLETELY FUCKED" was
just one title.  "Madison knows she's never going to live this down."
"Madison EXPOSED FOREVER and regrets it but she's HELPLESS!" There was even
a new montage up where her videos begging to have her content removed were
spliced together with the videos begging to be exposed.

   And then there were the comments.  "Too late, cunt!" "You got what you
asked for/wanted!" "Dear Madison - Remember when you accepted the
consequences?  Now LIVE WITH THEM and with YOUR DECISION!!!" "We own the
dumb slut!  The internet owns her ass!"

   Then there were a couple especially perverted posters who contacted her
and blackmailed her into making custom content in exchange for removal of
her materials.  One guy had her slap herself in the face fifty times,
hoping she'd sink back into her old ways and get too turned on to stop
herself.  It didn't work, surprising even Madison.  Another guy made her
piss in a cup and drink it, which Madison found to be especially
humiliating, and she struggled to keep it down, but she did.  And one guy
flew to Chicago and got a hotel room and made her put a mask on and lick
his ass and balls and slapped her around before he came down her throat,
and put the video on his onlyfans.  At least having masked content behind a
paywall is better than having unmasked content out there everywhere, she
reasoned.

   Another day passed.  Her interview was drawing closer, she had barely a
week now.  And of course - the folks from the school could be collecting
information about her at any time!  Madison was getting desperate.  She
started reaching out to the websites directly, at least the bigger,
well-known ones, asking that they take down the videos that violated her
consent and explaining the situation and that she was no longer consenting
to being posted online.  She went on to say that she wasn't trying to get
the posters into any sort of trouble, but she was just looking to have the
content removed,.

   To her surprise, a couple of the bigger websites complied after she sent
them over her information and credentials.  "I guess this is the world we
live in now," she thought.  "Maybe they're afraid I'm going to bring
charges or something." To her dismay, some of them told her they would look
into it but it may take up to two weeks.  She wondered what would happen if
a porn star decided she didn't want to be depicted in pornography anymore
and wanted her movies destroyed.  "The difference must be - first, she got
paid for it.  I didn't.  And then - that she probably signed something
airtight agreeing that the company had the right to use it - sell it -
basically forever.  I didn't sign shit."

   But she still had issues.  First, some of the sites would be taking too
long to decide what to do.  Second, there were just so many of them!  And
the ones that remained were smaller and seedy-looking, like they were
probably installing malware on devices and probably being operated
somewhere overseas.  "They're not going to give a shit about me, are they?
That's going to be up there forever!" She thought.  Yet, to her credit, her
exposure wasn't quite as obvious as it had been merely a week ago.

   With six days ago, she decided to get more drastic.  "Please, please
please delete my videos from these websites!" She cried in her next video.
"I've been - it's so disgusting, I want to take it all back.  I'm going to
be a teacher, I mean - I was going to be a teacher.  I made a mistake.  I
threw my whole (sob) life and (sob) career away for - for nothing!  I'm so
sorry and I (sob) I regret all of this so much!  I just want it to (sob) -
to stop!  Please, I'm begging you!  If you posted videos of me, if you
operate a site that has videos of me - please, please remove it, take it
all down!" She even thought about offering custom videos in exchange, as
she had done a couple times already, but she didn't want to give anyone
ideas.

   Someone tried to use her videos as a ransom.  They wanted ten thousand
dollars to remove them!  Thankfully it was someone who posted on a smaller
site, because she certainly didn't have that kind of money and, to make
matters worse, she didn't have any assurance they would actually do what
they said.

   Over the next few days, a few more came down.  Probably what remained
was slightly more than half of what it had been at its highest point.  The
montages came down, too.  "Good thing I saved those on my computer," she
said to herself with a laugh.

   Suddenly, her thoughts about the recent past were interrupted.  "Miss
Holt," a voice said from her left.  "Hi, I'm Jack Wisniewski, I'm the
superintendent of schools here in Naperville."

   "Mr.  Wisniewski, it's a pleasure!" Madison said, standing.

   "And I'm Daniel Sullivan, I'm the principal of Northern Elementary."

   Jack was a tall, balding man of average build, with glasses, in brown
pants and a patterned gray blazer.  Daniel was shorter, a little stockier,
and not balding.  Madison guessed Jack was around sixty-five, and Daniel
was about fifty.  "Daniel.  It had to be a Daniel," she thought to herself.

   "Come this way," Mr.  Wisniewski said, showing her the way to the door.

   "It's nice to finally meet you," Madison said with a bubbly smile.

   "Yeah - you - you as well," Daniel acknowledged.

   "So, how was your drive over?"

   "Oh, it was fine," she said.  "Good weather today." God, she was
nervous. It was her moment of truth!  She was about to find out if all her
hard work had paid off at all, or if it was all for nothing.  "Well, I mean
- I could get other interviews," she thought.  "And I mean - maybe they
didn't even google me.  Or maybe a background check company somehow focused
too much on social media and her education history and missed the issues
with her because they were so unusual?

   "Okay, Ms.  Holt, please have a seat in here," said the superintendent.
"And please, call me Jack."

   "Thank you, Jack," she said.  "And please, call me Madison."

   "Please call me Mr.  Sullivan," said the principal.  The three laughed
in unison.  "Just kidding," he went on.  "Dan is fine."

   "So, Madison, tell me about yourself."

   "I'm Madison Holt.  I'm Webslut Madison and I am all over the internet
as an exposed, ruined piece of trash.  I'm sure you've seen that by now,
haven't you?  I mean, why even bring me in, unless you want to tie me to
the table and fuck my ass, Jack?  Dan can use my mouth.  It's really all
I'm good for." She thought to herself.  "Fuck.  I'm bombing!  Think of
something, quick!  Why is it that I've worked so hard for this and all I
can think of is how much I want to be humiliated and exposed?!"

   "So, I'm Madison.  I actually grew up right here in Naperville!  I went
to school here and then I went on to college.  I - I have wanted to be a
teacher ever since my algebra teacher in 10th grade showed me what a
difference a good teacher can make.  She really worked with me a lot harder
than she had to and made sure I didn't get - you know - fall through the
cracks."

   "Well, your academic credentials are very impressive," Jack said as he
eyed her resume.  "So tell me, what do you like to do for fun?"

   "I mean -" Madison began as she searched for an answer.  Truthfully, all
she had been doing lately - the last year or so - was figure out how to
make herself more of a slut.  Sex with strangers, trips to show her body
off, posting nude, humiliating videos online...  "I like to spend time
outside," she said.  "And you know - spend time with friends and family.  I
like to read."

   "Okay," It was Dan who jumped in now.  "What do you think your biggest
strength would be as a teacher?"

   "Well - I think that would be an ability to just - connect with people
and get the students excited about the curriculum.  And just like I had a
teacher who worked extra hard with me, I would be willing to go the extra
mile to really make a difference as a teacher."

   Jack sat at the head of the table, nodding.

   "Thank you.  Now I - um - I'm afraid we have to discuss something that
might be a little uncomfortable, Madison."

   Madison gulped.  "Oh shit!" She thought to herself.  "This is it, they
know!  What am I going to do!" She was incredibly nervous.  Her heart
immediately started pounding and her breathing became heavy.  "Okay," she
said nervously, her voice trembling.  "What is it?"

   "Well," Jack began, "we, umm - as part of our process, we do an internet
search of all of our prospective teachers.  It's part of our process after
we invite you in but before we - you know - get to the interview.  And
there's an intensive background search, as I'm sure you'd expect, but we do
some research as well."

   "Yeah," Dan agreed, nodding.  "And that unfortunately - every so often
it leads to a conversation we'd rather not have, but we - we have to vet a
teacher to some extent before we bring somebody on board.  You understand,
don't you?"

   Madison nodded silently.  "Ohhhhh god Noooo!" She thought.  "Fuck,
they've seen it.  They've seen it all.  Fuck fuck fuck!  I'm toast!  What
am I going to do now!  I've worked so hard for two weeks to make it go
away, and -"

   Madison's thoughts were interrupted as Jack began to speak.

   "The troubling thing is, Madison, when we - well - we searched you up -
we found some things that were, well - interesting to say the least."
Madison squirmed in her seat.  Her face was flushed already, she could feel
it.  "I might as well have just walked in here in a bikini, with slut
tattooed on my forehead," she thought.

   "Yeah.  Have you - I mean - have you ever just punched your name into
google?  Just to see what comes up?  Dan asked.  "Find out what people will
see when they search for you?  You know, people like us - prospective
employers?"

   "Yes," Madison said meekly.

   "And what did you see when you did that?" Jack asked.

   "I mean, it's - it's been a while," Madison lied.  "It was mostly just,
like, it - it was - like, links to my socials and - and stuff," she
stammered nervously.  Her hands were clasped between her thighs and she
squeezed her legs together, trying to extract her nervous energy.  But she
already knew it was over.

   "Okay.  Well that's not what we found," Dan hinted.

   "Yeah, so - like - I mean, what -" Madison began.  She wondered why she
even asked.  She already knew.  And she knew they were never going to hire
her.  Maybe it was just to hear them admit it, perhaps in some sick way
she'd find it arousing to hear these two talk about what they saw.  Maybe
she wanted to extract all hope before she gave up.  Maybe she wanted
insight into the process, for next time.  But she asked.

   "So, um - well - we found out about - " Dan began.

   Jack was more direct.  "What was saw, to cut to the chase, was a series
of highly disturbing erotic videos where you refer to yourself as Webslut
Madison.  And clearly, having you sit here in front of me - clearly we
found the right Madison Holt." Dan nodded in agreement.  "And it was clear
as day," Jack went on, "that you'd been making these videos over a - a
period of time, and that - well - this was not just a small part of your
life, of who you are, if you understand what I'm saying."

   Madison nodded and started to cry.  "I think -" she began, "I think
somebody -"

   Dan interjected.  "Before you give us some BS about being hacked - we
watched the videos, Madison.  All of them."

   Madison looked up, tears streaming down her face.  "But - like - you
did?" She asked.

   "We did," Jack acknowledged.  "And it was - Madison, you - you used your
full name, Madison Holt, on over a dozen occasions while you indulged in
and promoted your own humiliation.  You were - basically - engaged in some
kind of orgy with six guys you just met.  You exposed your body routinely.
You refer to yourself as a slut - what, a hundred times?  And not just a
slut, all kinds of filthy derogatory names.  You talk about selling your
body for five dollars.  You beg - and I mean beg - for strangers to ruin
your life on multiple occasions.  You admit you're never going to teach, I
mean I don't know what else to say!"

   "Yeah," Dan said, nodding at Madison.  Her head was pointed down toward
her knees and she was in tears, sobbing profusely.  "It was clear that you
were asking for that.  It's no wonder you wound up in this situation.  You
were asking to be ruined.  You didn't get hacked.  If you got hacked - we
had that happen with an interviewee one time - if you got hacked, it would
be a couple simple sex tapes and we'd just - you know, it wasn't
intentional, it was humiliating, but we understand, you know?  People do
things in their bedrooms and don't expect it to leave the bedroom."

   "Except, Madison," Jack jumped in.  "You - I guess you did expect it to
leave the bedroom.  I mean how could you not, the way you - I mean it's
disgusting behavior!"

   "And - we can't hire you, Madison," Dan said bluntly.  "I mean - imagine
we stick you in an elementary school.  One of the parents happens to google
your name.  And then we have a dozen parents of second graders calling us
up screaming at us, how did you miss this, Mr.  Sullivan?  How did you not
find out Miss Holt is all over the internet exposing herself and sucking
off men three times her age and getting slapped around and begging to be
ruined?"

   "Yeah, Madison," Jack interrupted.  "We'd have - I mean - you're
supposed to be a role model, you're influencing kids.  You have to have a
certain level of moral fitness for that.  Even in a public school.  And you
- you've been so immoral, so disturbing, parents would eat us for lunch!"

   "And then, if - let's say it was older kids.  Seniors.  They'd just
google you themselves.  Kid doesn't like a grade, he's trying to find dirt
on you.  A loser guy thinks his teacher is attractive, he's trying to see
if he can find an old bikini picture or something.  And in a matter of two
days, the students are walking around the hallway calling you Webslut
Madison."

   Madison buried her head in her hands and cried uncontrollably.  "Okay!
Okay!  I get it, you can't hire me!" She cried out.  "You don't have to
explain, I get it.  I wouldn't want me teaching my kids either!  But why -
why even bring me in here!"

   "Well, Madison - I - I went to school with your father," Dan explained.
"I thought it was best if -"

   "You know my dad?!?!" Madison said, her mouth hanging open, in shock.

   "Yeah, I -"

   "Dan, please - he has no idea - he doesn't -"

   "Well - I mean - you're a big girl, your relationship with him is your
business, but -"

   Madison breathed a sigh of relief.  At least he isn't going to tell him,
she thought.

   "But I - Madison - he'd be crushed.  How could you do this to him?  And
- I guess I - I wanted to - you know, I don't know - try to help?"

   There was a long silence.  "Can I explain?" Madison asked.

   Jack and Dan looked at each other and nodded.

   "It was like - so - there are lots of girls my age - they have pages on
only fans.  College girls, and not-college girls -"

   "But this isn't only fans, this is free, and -" Jack interjected.

   "Hang on.  Please." Madison said, cutting him off.  "I mean, you could
make good money on only fans.  I could make more there than I ever could
teaching," she admitted.  "Like - way more.  Easy six figures.  Probably
way more than that even."

   "So why not just start an only fans?"

   "That's the thing, I like - to me you're not doing it for pleasure. 
It's a job.  A full time round the clock job.  So like - these girls-
what's their plan?  It's like - you know you can't do that your whole life.
Sorry, but guys aren't going to subscribe to an account showing a nude
grandma.  I mean, a few would, but not that many.  You get a lot more if
you're - say, twenty.  Or twenty-three.  So what's the long term plan?  And
so these girls - they'll act all disgusting and basically offer to have sex
with their subscribers and everything."

   "Yeah, Madison, I -" Dan started, but Madison cut him off.

   "I mean - ewww.  You're just randomly picking a subscriber to screw? 
How nasty!  Just any old random dude.  Not somebody you know, but -"

   "You know, that might mean something if I hadn't watched you screw a
very unattractive older man.  And strangers.  What's the difference?  At
least you earn a living, you know - if that's what you're into."

   "I was just trying to comment on how - how short sighted and despicable
these girls are."

   "No, Madison," Dan said immediately.  "I'm not buying it.  You don't
turn into a self-described slut to mock other girls for being sluts.  You
don't have sex with a much older man, random strangers, to do a social
commentary on how girls shouldn't have sex with much older men or have sex
with strangers, you know?  You're no better than they are.  I mean it would
be one thing if it was just a TikTok where you just act it out or
something, but no.  You actually did it, and posted it, and -"

   "And begged anyone who saw it to spread it around and humiliate you. 
You don't beg to be slapped in the face until you bleed unless you're a
little twisted up here," Jack said, pointing to his head.

   Madison started bawling uncontrollably.  She completely broke down. 
Tears steamed down her face.  Of all the humiliating things she had been
through, this was by far the worst!

   "I'm just so - I- I- I'm just so do-o-one!" She wailed.  "I'm never
going to be anything, never going to - "

   "Madison," Dan said, putting his arm around her.  "I'm sure if you have
the right mindset and you work hard at it, you can clean yourself up.  And
maybe some day this will be all alright."

   Madison just shook her head and wailed.

   "I mean - Madison, you said you wanted your life and career ruined.  You
said you wanted to regret it.  Did you - did you really want this?"

   Madison shook her head, crying.  "I did, I did say it!  I didn't - I
just -" she stammered.  "I tried to clean it up, I really tried!  I wanted
it, okay, Jack?  I WANTED it, I did.  I'll admit it!  I BEGGED to be
ruined, exposed, humiliated.  Used!  And then I tried to take it all back,
I just - I tri-I-ied, but it's so so so hard!"

   "Well - I mean - I think you can - it will take some time - and maybe
some assistance - but you need to stop.  Now."

   Madison just cried harder.  "I need a tissue!"

   "There's some in the bathroom across the hall," Jack said.  "We can wait
for you."

   "Yeah.  Never needed tissues in an interview before," Dan muttered.

   "Well we knew this was - I mean - we probably should have thought about
that." Dan nodded.  Madison hid her face, ashamed, as she picked up her bag
and headed to the bathroom.

   "Okay," she said to her reflection.  "You got what you asked for, I
guess.  And you didn't get the job!" She looked at herself, grabbing a
tissue to dry her tears.  "God, why did I ever think it was a good idea to
post that shit!  Why?!  I'm so stupid!" She looked at herself again.

   "So what am I going to do now?  I mean - I'm fucked.  Totally,
completely fucked.  And I haven't cum in two weeks!  I've been an ANGEL and
I can't take it anymore!" Madison slapped herself in the face.

   "You fucking deserve that you dumb pathetic cunt!" She told her
reflection.  She slapped herself again.  "You begged - pleaded - for your
life to be destroyed!" She slapped herself again.  "I tried to be good!  I
really did!  And it got be nowhere!  Why bother?" She hit herself again,
harder.  "I just need to be slapped and used!"

   All of her slut tendencies came rushing back.  She was raging, horny as
ever.  "You don't deserve to be a teacher.  You're a fucking slut.  You
deserve to go humiliated!" "Just fucking do it, end it.  Your dream of
being a teacher is over!  And if it's not - I don't give a shit!  Im too
fucking incorrigible!  Too fucking horny!  Jack and Dan should see the real
me!  See what I really am!"

   Madison hiked up her skirt and took the marker out of her bag.  Quickly,
she wrote "slut" just above her pussy, like she knew she needed to.  She
took out the clothespins and attached two to each of her labia.  The butt
plug was next; she went into a stall and slid it easily into her ass.  She
pulled her skirt up to show more leg, and at the top it sat just a couple
inches below her bellybutton.  And she pulled her tucked-in shirt out of
the skirt and unbuttoned it to display as much cleavage as possible without
exposing her nipples before putting on her nipple clamps.  She then tied
the button-up shirt in a knot, high enough that she was exposing a couple
inches of bare skin above her bellybutton - and a couple inches below,
where the skirt hem now fell.  Her pierced navel was perfectly on display.
"If only I wore my ring that says slut on it," she thought.  She decided
instead to write "slut" again just above the knot on her shirt.

   "There.  Much better," she said to her reflection as she emerged from
the stall.  "Clamped.  Plugged.  Clothespins.  Written on.  Even showing a
little skin.  Now I look like the real me.  Like a slut.  She raised her
skirt up from the bottom again, briefly touching her bare pussy.

   "Ohhhhh fuck I need this," she cooed.  She could have cared less that
her career was over.  "I just want to be a slut!"

   Fully aroused, sensitive, and ass stuffed, she turned around and
nervously exited the bathroom and entered the conference room across the
hall.

   "Madison - you -" Jack began.

   "Your shirt -" Dan pointed out.

   "I know," said Madison.  She didn't bother sitting.  "I -"

   "What's going on?" Jack demanded.

   "I - so I don't know if I can do this," she began.

   "Do what?"

   "I tried being good.  I really did.  I honestly wanted this.  I wanted
to be - exposed, ruined, because - because I - I actually get off on it. 
That's the honest truth, so there.  It's humiliating.  It's degrading.  I
know I shouldn't want it.  And a lot of the time I don't.  But I get turned
on and I can't stop."

   "Madison, we -"

   "I mean, I really tried.  I changed my mind.  I spent the past two weeks
trying to get it all taken down.  But it's never going to work.  I took it
too far and I have to live with it.  And I can't - when I get humiliated -
you've seen the videos - I just - it turns me on too much - I just want it
all over again.  The exposure.  To be ruined.  To be Webslut Madison."

   "Madison, you - your shirt, that's really not appropriate," Jack said.
"We'd write a teacher up for wearing something like that, and tell her to
change or send her home for the day."

   "See, that's the thing, Jack," she said, approaching him and touching
his shoulder as he tried to back away.  "You humiliated me.  You both did."
She removed her hand and walked away, to the other end of the table.  "You
talked incessantly about all the disgusting things I did.  It made me cry,
I - I had never been humiliated like that.  You watched the videos.  You
know how I react when I get embarrassed.  And you made me want this.  A
more revealing outfit, all of it.  Were you two trying to get me to - do
all of this, is this what you wanted?"

   "All of what?"

   "This," said Madison.  She lifted her hands in the air.  Her shirt rode
up, exposing to Jack and Dan the word she had written - the word she knew
she could never bear to hide.

   "Slut?" Dan asked.

   "That's better," Madison said.  "Just call me slut, please.  You know I
go to class and raise my arms up and show my whole class I'm a slut?  Did
you call my references?  Did my professors tell you all the nasty things I
do in class, what everyone really thinks of me?  Did they tell you I've
flashed my entire class?

   "Madison, I think we're -" Jack began.

   "We didn't invite you in for a strip show," Dan said, antagonizing her.

   "Wasn't my plan either.  But I guess I came prepared," said Madison. 
She lowered her hands and pulled her shirt down, still exposing her navel,
but covering the word she had written on herself.  "I just wrote that in
the bathroom.  I'm sorry.  I just can't.  I can't pretend I'm all innocent
anymore when I'm really just a - I mean - I'm a slut."

   Jack and Dan both sat there, not quite knowing what to do.  On one hand,
she was covering herself up, on the other hand, the language she used was
so, so provocative.  Before they could react, Madison continued.

   "See?  I didn't wear any panties today," she said, lifting her skirt. 
"And I didn't take them off in the bathroom.  I just didn't wear any in
here in the first place.  Actually, I never wear panties.  I'm a slut.  And
I put clothespins on my - my labia - because I like the way it hurts me."

   Jack and Dan just sat there, stunned, like they both knew they needed to
put a stop to this and escort her out, but we're too shocked by her display
to act.  "You want to know what I did in the bathroom, after I dried my
tears?" Madison ripped off her blazer as she spoke.  The outlines of her
clamped, erect nipples protruded through her shirt.  "I clamped my nipples,
I put on the clothespins, I plugged my stupid slut ass, and I wrote on
myself and slapped myself in the face.  And I touched my pussy.  Because I
can't help myself.  Do you have any idea how much I crave to be a slut? 
How much I need it?!"

   "I think this interview is over," Jack said, standing.

   "Don't you have any positions for me?  I mean - you could try me out in
any position you wanted," she said with a wink, unbuttoning her shirt. 
"Any position.  Give me a try." She leaned in close.  "What's your
favorite? Doggy?  Cowgirl?"

   "Stop, Madison, please, we can't -" Dan objected.

   "But you haven't even seen my clamped nipples yet!" She said, pulling
her shirt open to expose her breasts to the men.

   "Dan, call security.  Get her out of here," Jack ordered.  Dan picked up
a phone and pressed a button.

   Madison just turned around.  "Or my plugged little whore ass!  God I'm
so horny!  I'm sure we can work something out...can't we, Jack?"

   We're aroused too.  At least, I am.  But unlike you, I have some self
control.  I have a wife and a family and a job and I don't intend to lose
them.  Now come with us, you're done here.  I could have you arrested!  I'm
not going to, but - I could!"

   "That's just because you like it," Madison said with a big smile as she
flaunted her bare, clamped nipples, her breasts supported by a cupless bra,
in Jack's face.  "You just admitted you're aroused, didn't you?  And I'll
do things your wife would never-"

   "That's because you're going to be banned from the property until
further notice.  And because I think you need help, not to be locked up."

   "You wouldn't ever consider hiring me?" Madison objected.  "For
anything?"

   "Your academic credentials are impeccable," Dan said.  "Really.  You'd
be a shoo-in if - you know - you weren't naked on the internet, as they
say, and your behavior was different.  But I have to say - I think you need
professional help.  In more ways than one.  But mainly - you need to get
help for whatever - this - is," he said, pointing to her body.  Like - if
you went to therapy - you're acting like a sex addict and I know there's
therapy for that.  If you completed it, and your online content was wiped
clean, and you could prove that you've turned your life around?  Then I'd
invite you to reapply."

   Just then security walked in.

   "And after this provocative display, I don't think I'd consider you even
then," Jack added.  But I certainly would have if it hadn't been for the
last five minutes.  Just clean yourself up, get some help, and you'll be
right back where you want to be.  Just - not here."

   "Okay, fine, I guess I'm just going to have to go be a slut somewhere
else."

   "Craziest interview of my life," Jack said.

   "I feel so bad for her family," said Dan.

   "Miss, I'm going to need you to cover your breasts," the guard said,
"and come with me." Madison allowed herself to be led into the hallway but
made no attempt to cover up.  At least nobody was around.  Her blazer laid
inside the conference room, on the chair upon which it had been tossed, not
only forgotten but also now no longer needed.

   "Now, miss.  Cover 'em, or I'm zip-tying you and putting you in an empty
room till the cops show up!" Madison sighed and reluctantly covered her
breasts as she was escorted outside.  The guard walked with her all the way
to her car and watched as she drove away.