Keira Rivers had just turned 18 when she first heard about Tease Dare.

 

She was feeling like shit, because despite it being her birthday only two days ago, she had barely received any presents.  Her family was poor, ever since her mom had left, as her father was unemployed and her older brother was a loser.  They were only barely holding onto their tiny house.  She felt like trailer trash, and she looked like trailer trash - with her blonde bangs and her big tits and her cheap ill-fitted clothes - and that was because she basically *was* trailer trash, these days.

 

And so Keira’s birthday had come around, and all that her family had gotten her for presents were a bottle of beer and a lottery ticket (which, needless to say, was not a winner).

 

So when she got to school and she saw that pretty brunette Adriana Allard - who was *just* as poor as Keira - was somehow in possession of a brand new designer handbag, it was like a slap in the face.

 

She strode up to Adriana in the school hallway before first period.

 

“Where did you get that?” she asked.

 

Adriana clutched it to her generous bosom.  “Why do you want to know?” she demanded.

 

“Did you steal it?” asked Keira.

 

Adriana wrinkled her nose.  “Fuck off,” she said.  “That’s insulting.”

 

“There’s no way you could afford that bag,” said Keira.  “What, do you have a sugar daddy?”

 

Some of the other girls who were watching - Lexie Shires and Rosie Palfrey - giggled at this.

 

“Kind of,” said Adriana.  “Why do you care?”

 

Keira blushed for a moment - and then said, “I could use more money…”

 

Adriana looked at Lexie and Rosie, as if seeking permission.  Lexie nodded, and Adriana turned back to Keira.

 

“Okay,” she said.  “It’s called Tease Dare.  Just Google it.  It’s an easy way to make money, if you’re not too much of a prude.”

 

“What, is it like a cam site or a fans site or something?” asked Keira.  “I’m not going to be an online whore…”

 

“No,” said Adriana.  “It’s just… dares.  It’s harmless.  You just have to be a little flirty with boys.”

 

Lexie said, “It asked me to send Mr Bentham the history teacher a photo of me in a cute outfit and ask him if he liked it.”

 

Rosie added, “It told me to ask my uncle if he thought I was hot.”  She giggled.  “He said I was.”

 

“And you get points,” said Adriana.  “Depending on what the dare is and how hard it is.  And when you have enough points you can change them in for real things - like fashion, and gift cards, and stuff.”

 

“If you do it a lot, you level up, and get more rewarding dares,” said Lexie.  “It’s really cool.  I know a girl at another school who got enough points to have a holiday to Thailand.”

 

“Why do they pay for that?” asked Keira.  “Like, where does the money come from?”

 

“Who cares?” said Adriana.  “Probably they make it back with ads or something.  But it’s real.  I did twelve dares and I had enough for this handbag.  The last one was I had to spend a day at home without wearing clothes.  I just stayed in my bedroom.  It was so easy.”

 

“How do they know you’ve done the dare?” asked Keira.

 

“Oh, you have to film it,” said Lexie.  “Just enough so they know you did it.  If your video isn’t clear enough you don’t get the points.  But they, like, delete the videos as soon as they verify them, and it’s not like anyone you know sees them.  The people who run the site are probably, like, in Russia or something.”

 

===

 

Part of Keira knew that Tease Dare was a bad idea, right from the start.  Part of her absolutely knew that taking dares from strangers on the internet, and sending them film of the consequences, was a stupid thing to do.

 

But another, larger, part of her kept thinking about that cute handbag that Adriana had.  She wanted one too.

 

No, that wasn’t quite right.  She didn’t want the handbag, specifically.  She just wanted to stop feeling *poor*.  She wanted expensive things.  And Adriana was living proof that, for whatever else it was, Tease Dare could get her those things.

 

When she got home, she Googled Tease Dare on her phone, while lying in her bedroom, and found it immediately.  The site was attractive, with cool blue colours and an exciting logo.  A link took her to the “prizes” page, and she stared with envy at what was on offer.  Dresses.  Lingerie.  Jewellery.  Expensive phones.  Even cars and  holidays.  Plus gift cards to online stores that were practically as good as cash.

 

She deliberately stopped worrying, and clicked the link to sign up.

 

It was a more involved process than she had expected.  First they wanted to verify her identity, and she had to allow the site to both scan her driver’s licence AND take live video of her face.  Then they asked her questions about her dress sizing - presumably in case she claimed clothes as her prizes - and she agreeably entered her height, weight, and bra measurements.

 

Next there were questions about her life and living arrangements.  She provided her home address, and told the site that she lived with her father and brother.  She also indicated that she attended St Brigid’s High. 

 

She gave it the names of all the social media and online accounts she operated, on a range of platforms.

 

Then it asked her about people in her life - anyone she saw on a regular basis.  She provided the names and ages of her father (Harold, 43) and her brother (Channing, 20), along with her paternal uncle (David, 39), and her school teachers and school friends, male and female.  She provided addresses, phone numbers, email address and social media profiles for each of them, where she knew them.  She also gave a brief description of her relationship with them - how well she got along with them, and how close they were. 

 

At the end, she was asked to rate each person she was provided by how much she was attracted to them.  She made a face, and rated all her male family members as 1 out of 5 (the lowest rating), and most of her teachers the same, although she gave hot Mr Bentham a 3 out of 5.  It also felt weird to say whether she was attracted to her female friends - she wasn’t gay - but she tried her best to be honest.  Adriana was a 2.  Lexie was a 3.  Rosie was a 2. 

 

Then, finally, her sign-up was done, and the site was ready to offer her her first dare.

 

“NOTE,” it read.  “All dares MUST be completed within 24 hours, and proved via a video upload.  Failure to upload proof of a dare within the time limit will result in a four-day cooldown before you can accept further dares. Earn 100 points to LEVEL UP to Level 2!”

 

And then there were three choices on the screen.

 

• 1) Dress up like you’re going on a date and then ask your father (Harold) if he thinks you’re pretty. (10 points)
• 2) Tell your brother (Channing) that he’s handsome. (10 points)
• 3) Go to school without panties and go two classes before putting any on. (20 points)

 

Keira made a face.  Teasing her father or brother?  That was so gross.  She had thought she would have to tease a boy at school, or maybe a teacher.

 

But the dares were simple, and easy, and innocent.  And they would earn her points that could get her real prizes.

 

She selected option 1.

 

She went to her closet and pulled out a slinky black dress that would be appropriate for wearing to a prom.  She quickly changed into it, then pulled on a pair of high heels, and sat at her dresser to put on makeup. 

 

Soon she looked like she was ready to go on a hot date with a boy.  Her 18-year-old face looked more mature than normal, and her dress hugged the swell of her large tits and the curve of her ass.

 

It felt weird to dress up like this for no reason - or, worse yet, just for her father.  But it was easy money.

 

She started her phone’s video camera, and pointed it at her image in the bedroom mirror, letting it film her outfit. 

 

Then, leaving the video recording, but holding the phone pointed at the floor, she went to find her father.  He was sitting in the lounge, watching football on the TV, a beer in his hand.

 

“Hey, daddy,” she said.

 

Her father looked up at her.  His eyes ran up and down her body.

 

“You going out somewhere, sweetie?” he asked her.  “It’s a school night.”

 

“Not tonight,” said Keira.  “I’m just trying out a look.  Do you think I look pretty?”

 

Her father assessed her again, and then said, “Of course, you look beautiful, honey.”

 

She beamed with happiness at the approval, and ran back to her bedroom.  Immediately, she uploaded the video to Tease Dare.

 

“Processing,” said the text on the website - but there was nothing else.

 

Keira guessed it took time to check - and maybe extra time for her first dare.  Disappointed, she changed back into normal clothes and went about the rest of the evening, before finally falling asleep.

 

===

 

The next morning, when she checked Tease Dare, she was delighted to see her submission had been accepted.

 

“Dare successful!” said the site.  “Good girl!  You have earned 10 points.  Take another dare?”

 

She clicked “YES”, eagerly.

 

Once again three choices appeared.

 

• 1) Take off all your clothes in a toilet stall at school and say “I AM A SLUT” at a normal speaking volume. (20 points.)
• 2) Ask your history teacher (James Bentham) if he has a girlfriend. (10 points.)
• 3) Kiss your friend Lexie on the lips with boys watching. (10 points.)

 

“NOTE:  Tease Dare account detected for Lexie Shires.  If you select option 3 and complete the dare,  Lexie Shires will also receive 10 points.”

 

Keira blushed at the very thought of asking Mr Bentham if he had a girlfriend.  The implication would be clear - that she wanted to date him.  And as for kissing Lexie - well, sometimes Lexie was her friend, but also sometimes Lexie was a bitch.  And Keira wasn’t a lesbian.  And she didn’t even know if Lexie would agree to it. She didn’t want to fail a dare just because Lexie was being a cunt.

 

So she chose the first option.

 

And that day in school, she got permission to leave first period to go to the toilets, so that she would have the bathroom to herself.  And once there, she slipped into a stall, and stripped nude, and filmed her body with her phone, from feet to cunt to tits to face.  Smiling into the phone, she said, “I am a slut” - but an embarrassed instinct within her made her whisper, even though there was no one to hear, so she had to say it again, louder - and then a third time, even louder, just to make sure.

 

And then she uploaded the video to Tease Dare.

 

Already Keira was coming to think of the site as a tool - an impersonal piece of software with no actual humans involved.

 

And so it did not even occur to her that what she had just done was upload a recognisable video of her nude body to strangers on the internet. 

 

All she cared about was that at lunch time, the Tease Dare site had processed her upload.

 

“Dare successful!  Good girl!  You have earned 20 points.  Your total balance is 30 points.  Take another dare?”

 

She immediately pressed “yes”.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)