What Two Women Did in Front of the Camera

—Before they know her as the woman of the scandal, you have to understand who Liliana Vidal was —Renata said, settling into the armchair with her coffee in her hands—. For years she was the most decent host on the whole web. And I’m not saying that ironically.

The others listened in silence. Renata had been the journalist who broke the whole story, so she had the right to tell it her way, with pauses and detours.

—Her show was called Liliana in Confidence —she continued—. It aired from her own page, with no sponsors, financed by donations from her audience. And her audience was young, mostly people in their twenties. That’s why what happened afterward was so serious.

She pressed a few keys on her computer and a woman appeared on the screen: brown-skinned, with straight chestnut hair and black eyes that seemed to swallow the light. She wore slightly tight beige dress pants and a white blouse straining against the pressure of a generous chest.

—Look how imposing she is. And yet she was the very picture of modesty. She gave talks in parish halls, advised girls to wait until marriage, said porn stunts the brain. People criticized her for wearing clothes so tight, and she would answer that she couldn’t take her anatomy off before getting dressed, that this was her body and she wasn’t ashamed of it.

—A hypocrite, then —said Camila from the other armchair.

—Not so fast. I think she really was like that. What happened was that something in her shifted, little by little, almost without anyone noticing.

Renata explained how it started. First it was blouses a little lower-cut, then ones that outlined her nipples, then an impossible miniskirt. One day a photo leaked of her in a red blouse open wide, her breasts almost bare. She said she’d been hacked, that a friend had taken that photo as a joke while she was trying on an outfit that was too small. Her audience believed her. They defended her tooth and nail. “Your body is yours, Liliana, do whatever you want, we’ll always support you,” they wrote.

—Those leaks were her doing, of course —said Renata—. To boost the ratings. And it worked: every time a nipple slipped out or everything showed through under a skirt, the numbers shot up. The show began to lean toward one single topic. Sexuality. And one day she announced a special. A special dedicated to female masturbation.

***

Liliana appeared before the camera kneeling on a bed, and the outfit she was wearing stole anyone’s attention. Black lingerie with barely concealed sheer panels. Anyone who kept their eyes on the right places could guess at the nipples beneath the fabric. And lower down, a black thong that left her shaved pubis visible, a lace triangle that covered just enough and made the rest transparent. Stockings and garters completed the picture.

—Hello, welcome once again —she said, with a serene smile—. Yes, I know what you’re thinking: that I’ve gone crazy. And no. Today we have a very special program, so I thought it would be appropriate to dress for the occasion. We put the matter to a vote, and many understood that a woman’s decency isn’t lost because of the clothes she wears. I want to help girls who live self-conscious about their bodies, and I want to clear up any doubts they may have about sex. That’s why I invited someone who’s going to help me out. Let’s welcome sexologist Verónica Salas.

A recorded round of applause filled the set. Next to Liliana appeared a blonde in her mid-thirties with an sculptural body, dressed in a set of white lingerie as provocative as the host’s. Anyone who stumbled onto that video without knowing the show would have sworn a porn movie was about to begin.

—Oh, you shaved —Verónica commented, with a wide smile.

—I had to in order to wear this set —Liliana replied, and lowered the thong a little so it could be seen better.

The blonde stretched out her hand and stroked her bare skin.

—It’s so smooth. Wax?

—No way, that hurts. I got laser. I’ll have it like this for a long time.

The two laughed like schoolgirls sharing a secret. This is going to go better than I thought, Liliana told herself. They had discussed the rules before filming. “My vagina must not be visible at any point, be careful with that,” she had warned Verónica. “And why not yours and mine yes?” the sexologist had asked. “Because I’m the host. You’re the guest, and besides, you’re the professional. It’s your job.” It was too late to back out, but Verónica still expected to squeeze a little more commitment out of Liliana.

—Let’s start with the basics —said the host.

—The most basic thing in a woman is stimulating the breasts —said Verónica, and something changed in her smile—. Take off your bra and I’ll show you how it’s done.

With an agile movement she unclipped it and left her breasts bare.

—Whoa! I thought you were going to demonstrate with yours, not with mine —Liliana protested, though she made no move to cover herself.

—Oh, darling, with the amount of times your nipples have been seen… There’s even a photo of you going around.

—A photo I didn’t upload.

—And one you also didn’t delete. Come on, it’s nothing. —She took both breasts in her hands—. That’s how you start. And gentle pinches are more effective than caresses.

She pinched a nipple between her fingers and Liliana let out a short moan.

—Ouch. That hurts a little.

—A little, yes. But look at that lovely color rising in your cheeks. That’s the blood circulating. Feel the rush?

—Maybe… —Liliana returned the gesture, let her bra fall open, and took the blonde’s breasts in her own hands—. Like this, then? Do I squeeze like this?

—Without too much pressure, but enough to feel it. And once the breast is well stimulated, you can move on to the part that interests us all the most.

—Before that I want to clarify that, in my opinion, a decent woman shouldn’t be touching herself down there all day long.

—We already talked about this, Liliana. You yourself admitted you masturbate.

—Yes, yes, that’s what I mean. I don’t consider it entirely appropriate, but I understand there are times when it’s necessary. I just want our followers to keep it moderate.

Verónica nodded without arguing. Inside, she thought there was nothing wrong with doing it whenever one wanted, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. Not in front of that whole audience, not if her husband or any of her friends might be watching.

God, if my friends see this I’ll die. How did I let this woman convince me?

But Liliana paid well. Very well. Her audience of wealthy young people gave her more than enough to pay for the discomfort of a respected sexologist.

—So… how do we continue? —asked the host.

—Oh, Liliana, you’re no beginner —said Verónica in a challenging tone—. More than once you’ve taken your hand down there.

Liliana didn’t let herself be intimidated. She smiled politely, slid her hand under the blonde’s white thong, and caught her completely off guard. Verónica never imagined that the modest host would dare to touch her like that, in front of the camera, without warning.

—I don’t do it very often, but when I do I start like this —murmured Liliana, slowly stroking the sexologist’s lips, brushing her clit again and again—. Am I doing it right?

It took Verónica a few seconds to find her thread again. The caress had undone her.

—Yes… you’re doing it very well —she managed to say—. The important thing is to start gently. You can tell you have experience, Liliana. One of the most frequent questions from our viewers is: “Is it wrong if I masturbate every day?” What would you tell them?

—I’m not a sexologist, but once a day seems like enough to me. Although, I have to admit, that’s the pace I’ve been keeping lately. The nerves of the program, the stress.

She spoke without stopping the caresses.

—Exactly. Stress leads us to do it more often, so girls, don’t worry. Masturbating is one of the best ways to release tension. Did you do one today, Liliana?

The host couldn’t stand having masturbation called “doing one,” and Verónica knew it perfectly well. But she wasn’t going to be intimidated in her own show.

—Yes, I did one today. Before we started filming, to ease my nerves. And I recommend it to girls: a good session before an exam or an interview works miracles.

—Are your fingers wet?

—Very wet.

—That’s the sign you’re doing it right. Lubrication is everything. —Verónica was breathing in a broken rhythm she could no longer hide—. I asked you to bring lubricant…

—Production was supposed to get it. —She looked off camera—. Isn’t there any? Oops. Looks like we don’t have any. Well, we’ll make do anyway.

—Then you should take off your thong —said Liliana, returning the challenge—. The girls at home want to see the process clearly. That’s what this is all about.

Verónica’s cheeks flushed again. She had wanted to convince herself there would be no need to show herself, but she could no longer delay it. She let the host pull down her thong and looked at the camera as if begging the audience not to judge her.

—The things I have to do to educate people about sexology —she sighed.

—We know what an effort this is, Verónica. And you should be proud: you have a beautiful body.

She caressed her again, now with no fabric in between.

—A lot of girls are going to want to slip a finger in, right, Liliana? —the blonde said, recovering her role as instructor even though her voice was trembling.

—Without a doubt. The important thing is that they’re well lubricated. If they are, there’s nothing to worry about.

—Do you think I should lie down? That way the audience can see better what we’re doing.

—Yes, of course.

Most of Verónica’s shame had dissolved, leaving room for something else, an arousal she no longer controlled. She lay on her back, opened her legs, and let Liliana slide a finger into her. The host moved her hand slowly and repeated advice for the young women watching from home.

—Careful with your nails if they’re long —Liliana said—. And if you want better stimulation, stroke the walls inside, like this.

—You’re doing it very well —panted Verónica, in a voice that had nothing professional left in it—. Very, very well. You can practice this with a trusted friend, girls. Like we are now.

—Do you think two friends can masturbate each other without it getting weird? —Liliana asked, without stopping her hand.

—When I was in school, I practiced with my college classmates. And we didn’t see it as something weird.

—And how did it end?

—Let’s just say I also know what it feels like when a woman comes on your face.

The two burst out laughing and the atmosphere loosened. At some point, between laughter and caresses, their noses brushed and for an instant it looked like they were going to kiss. Liliana stopped just before that, pulled her face back slightly, and went back to sinking her hand between the blonde’s legs, where she was no longer pretending anything.

—Lying down looks beautiful —murmured Liliana—. Why don’t you turn on your side and let me try something else?

Verónica obeyed. The host kissed her shoulder, ran her tongue along her neck, and lowered her hand again, this time with two fingers. The sexologist arched her back and bit the back of her other hand to keep from screaming.

—Liliana… —she whispered—. This is no longer a class.

—I know —the host replied, and for the first time her smile had nothing modest about it—. But keep going, don’t stop. You said it yourself: there’s nothing worse than interrupting a woman halfway through.

Verónica closed her eyes and let herself go. The two women ended up tangled on the bed, their hands crossed between each other’s legs, their gasps overlapping, until the blonde broke in a long orgasm that made her tremble from head to toe. Liliana followed seconds later, breathing hard and cheeks burning, still with her breasts bare in front of the camera.

—Thank you all very much for joining us for this special program —she said, catching her breath—. Remember that this was an experiment, a pilot test. We’d like to take this to another level, but that depends on you. Verónica, it was a pleasure having you.

—I’ll come every time you invite me —the blonde replied, still breathless—. I mean that. At first it was uncomfortable, because of the nerves. Then… then I felt really good.

***

—And that was the first time the two of them showed themselves so openly —Renata concluded, setting the empty cup on the table—. Liliana was thrilled with the special. Everything would have gone perfectly if I hadn’t reported it in my magazine.

—And do you really think she had been that conservative? —Camila asked—. Because it all sounds like a farce.

—I think something in her broke —said Renata—. Maybe the first leak was real, and she liked the feeling of being exposed. Like it or not, having half the world consider you a sex bomb does something to your ego. And from there on, she couldn’t stop. —She stood up and stretched her back—. But this is only the beginning, girls. Make more coffee. What came next was much worse.