Victoria's (Terrible) Secret

My wife was hot. The face of an angel, and the body of a succubus—that kind of hot. She started doing swimsuit modeling online and made hundreds of thousands every month. But therein lay a problem for me. Because I found out that the company Victoria's working with was doing more than just selling swimsuits. Chapter 1 I met Victoria when we both worked at a production factory in Euon. She was the most beautiful woman in the entire place. About a thousand male workers were employed there, and more than two-thirds of us had a crush on her. She always had suitors, yet she chose me. She told me she had decided it would be me the moment she laid eyes on me. The words warmed my heart so much that I swore I would treat her right for the rest of our lives together. I tried damn hard to keep that promise. I quit my job as a factory worker and became the most hardworking, most efficient express courier in the city, all so I could earn more money and give our family a better life. Victoria quit her job to become a full-time mother. Once our sweet little Martin grew old enough to attend preschool, she began to feel bored with life at home. She decided to try working as a product influencer. Victoria had always been exceptionally beautiful. My old colleagues at the factory had not called her "The House Bunny" for nothing. She had both the looks and the figure. No brand could have asked for more. At first, Victoria promoted cosmetics. She gained a little fame and soon attracted the attention of several swimsuit companies. They told her she was too beautiful to limit herself to cosmetics, and they eventually talked her into modeling swimsuits. They also promised high commission rates. And Victoria? She was so charmed by the idea that she agreed before even asking me. By the time I found out, she had already been doing it for several days. Most influencers used mannequins. My wife, however, insisted on modeling the swimsuits herself. We fought about it that day. "Enough of this, Nolan! Can't you just trust me on this? They're just swimsuits! You don't think everyone at the pool in swimwear is basically naked, do you?" she shouted. "Look at yourself! How many years has it been since you promised we'd live well? What happened to that? "Our home is barely bigger than a box. Our neighborhood is terrible. There isn't a single good school for our boy, let alone a cram school! When are we ever getting out of this life with you delivering parcels every day? When is our son finally going to get a proper head start among his peers?" God, she knew exactly where to strike. I already knew why I had ended up stuck in factory work. I had done poorly on my SATs and ended up studying at a diploma mill. After graduation, a factory job was the best I could get. Did she really have to bring that up? Victoria tugged on my hand and said softly, "Look, how about a compromise. I'll only wear the more conservative designs and stay away from the sexier ones. I'll even mask my face so no one knows it's me online, okay?" I genuinely felt bad that a woman as beautiful as Victoria had to live such a hard life with me, despite all my promises. It hurt to know she had to work as an influencer just to earn more money for our family. I told myself I would work even harder. In the end, we reached an agreement. Victoria immediately bought a full set of recording and filming equipment and turned our spare room into a makeshift studio. She did not understand the entire process during her first few days, but after some trial and error she got the hang of it. A few days later, she managed to sell a dozen swimsuits and earned several hundred dollars. She was overjoyed. She took Martin and me on a shopping trip and bought our son a pile of new toys. The success made her even more enthusiastic. The sight of real cash motivated her. She began contacting several swimsuit companies to request more samples. I did not like what eventually filled her recording closet. Some of the swimsuits were so revealing that they left almost nothing to the imagination. "I thought you said you were only going to promote decent swimsuits for decent women. Not these shameless pinup outfits!" I said. Chapter 2 Victoria replied boldly, "God, tell me you don't know a damn thing about internet marketing without telling me you don't know. There are so many places to buy these swimsuits nowadays that you have to ask yourself, why would anyone come to you? "Besides, how much money can you even make from sales? I have to do something more interesting to get people to click and tip like crazy. Selling swimsuits is just a side thing. The real money comes from their tips." Yes. My expression darkened immediately. Did she just admit that she was showing her bodacious figure to every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the internet for money? "That's it. I've had enough of this influencer business. Quit that job and join me at FedEx tomorrow. We're looking for a clerk, and you can take the position," I said, putting my foot down. I was not going to let her keep doing this until something disgraceful happened. "My mom can take care of Martin while we're at work." "A clerk? Seriously? I'd work my back off just to collect a paycheck of a few hundred dollars. No way. No offense to your job, but what you've been making doesn't compare to what I make," she sneered. I was stunned. Victoria had always been soft-spoken until today. I knew what this influencer business was like, believe me. Unemployed losers followed them so they could watch pretty girls do pretty things for free. How many of them had the money to tip every influencer they liked, let alone tip her multiple times? I snorted. "Get over yourself. Did you forget my reputation as the 'King of Express Delivery'? I can make about 1,500 dollars a month. If we save some disposable income for a few months, we can still afford a place near a good public school. "I don't need you working a job that exposes you like that for a few hundred bucks. We don't need that, Vicky." Victoria pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it onto the table. "A few hundred dollars? Oh my God. You're naive. I made 3,000 dollars in one afternoon, Nolan. Take a good look." It was mind-boggling. I could work my ass off all month and make at most 1,700 dollars, yet Victoria had earned this much in a single afternoon. She sneered, "I knew it. You're so behind the times you didn't even know. The audience doesn't care how good the swimsuits look on them. They want to see how good they look on me. If an influencer is eye candy and doesn't mind showing some skin, rich men will spend their money on her. "You think everyone online is as broke as you are, don't you? Tsk. My audience is full of rich people. They have everything except amusement, and I'm there to fill that gap. Do well, and the tips you get will leave you jaw-dropped." My jaw already felt close to that point. I stared at her, completely stunned. She snorted. "You really think you can buy us a house and send Martin to a good school as a deliveryman? Do you think you'll be able to afford private school or college? Trust me, you'll need my job just to make ends meet." Her words hurt, but she was right. I had been naive. My paycheck was decent, but it would never cover anything beyond a shoestring budget. My family was nothing special either. I could not ask them for help. Staying afloat in this city had already been difficult. Buying a home and sending Martin to private schools would cost far more. I hated everything about her argument, but I had to admit she had a point. Besides… should I really be mad? Victoria might wear something too revealing, but at least she only wore it at home. She was not going out to meet other men, was she? And she wore a mask. No one could tell it was her. Other men's wives might not even have the figure for this kind of work, but mine did. Mine really was that good. At least, that was what I told myself to feel a little better as I reluctantly resigned myself to a tense agreement. Until I saw the "tool" she bought. Chapter 3 Victoria had bought thongs and bikinis as part of her influencer wardrobe. How was that any different from being naked? What the hell did she think she was doing? I could be the most forward-thinking, open-minded husband in the world and still not approve of this. My incredibly irresistible wife in gear like that would give me a hard-on, and I was already used to seeing her naked. There was no way any hot-blooded straight man could look at her and not feel the same. We all knew that perverts already made up most of the audience. I waited until Victoria returned from her walk, then threw all the outfits at her. "What the hell, Victoria? How the hell are you going to explain this?" She picked the clothes up from the floor and scowled at me. "You touched my things without permission! And what do you mean, 'explain this'? I bought all of these to improve my popularity, Nolan. I'm doing my best to raise my influencer profile so I can make more money for us." I had no problem with her earning money on her own, but I would not allow her to cross my line. The thought of my wife parading herself in front of a camera in that kind of outfit for an audience of horny bastards was too much. It felt humiliating. Insulting. I would never want money my wife earned by straddling the line between softcore porn and legitimate marketing. "I don't care if it rakes in millions of dollars. I don't want you looking like that on camera. At this rate, I'll break your equipment and throw it out of my house," I retorted. Victoria suddenly tugged on my arm. "Why are you mad about this, Nolan?" She breathed into my ear. "Did you really think this was for the audience? No. Not at all. My clients sent these new samples, yes, but they were always meant for you." She looked up at me with wide doe eyes and fluttering lashes. I felt my rage drain away as something else began to course through my veins. "You've always complained that we've lost some passion, Nolan. Why else do you think I got these, you ungrateful boy?" she purred. She picked up a thong and a bikini and sashayed toward our bedroom. She turned and winked. "Coming?" My resolve faltered. I sprinted after her into the bedroom. … My beautiful Victoria lay against my chest while we caught our breaths. She said softly, "I'm making so much money with this. At this rate, we could buy a new home by the end of the year… or even get you a better car. Isn't that exciting? "I need your support on this, Nolan. I really do. Your approval and encouragement mean a lot to me. No woman wants to sell a little skin for men to ogle just for money. Believe me. I'm only doing it for you and our son. "I know you feel bad about making me take a job like this. But I promise you, once we finally have enough to live comfortably, I'll quit for good. Sounds good?" She craned her neck and kissed my cheek. "Be patient, my love. Soon, we'll live in a big house, and you'll be driving a really good car. I love you so much. I want to make it happen for you." My wife had been with me for so long. She had always been devoted to me. This job was no different. Tears welled in my eyes. "Okay, but we need to set some rules. You can't wear anything too revealing, all right? Like what you're wearing right now. These are for my eyes only." She looked overjoyed. "Okey-dokey, honey. I always meant them to be just for you, after all." And so her business continued. Chapter 4 A few days passed. While I was taking my son to preschool, I ran into Bradley Combs, an old rival who had once tried to win Victoria's favor. After Vicky chose me, he began hurling insults as his petty form of revenge. He believed he could get away with it because his father was wealthy, while I was always struggling. Bradley flashed a sly grin. "Oh, boy! Why, it's our Big Boy Nolan!" I ignored him. He trailed after me, still wearing that shit-eating grin. "Lemme guess. You've been too tired to satisfy Vicky's appetite lately, haven't you? Why let a flower like that wither if you can't even summon the energy, man? You should've told us. We could've all pitched in and helped you." I turned and grabbed him by the collar. "What the fuck was that supposed to mean?" Bradley squirmed. "Hey, hey! There's truth to what I said, man. Don't shoot the messenger. Your wife's been spreading the fun around to everyone. Don't you know that?" I shoved him away and threw him to the ground. He winced, then pushed himself to his feet, glaring at me. "I won't forget this, you bastard. You'll pay for this!" I frowned as he stormed off. What did he mean? Was he trying to drive a wedge between Victoria and me? I would not put it past him. Envy could easily motivate something like that. Still, he had never said anything like this before, despite years of picking on me. That alone made the comment feel suspicious. I trusted my wife, but Bradley's words left a sour knot in my stomach. I had to ask her myself. … Victoria was still livestreaming when I returned home. From inside her makeshift studio, I could hear her speaking in a sweet, cutesy voice. I could not possibly barge in while she was live. I went to our bedroom and signed up for a new account. Then I opened Victoria's channel. To my surprise, she had already gathered at least 30,000 live viewers, even though she had started the job only a month ago. I had no idea so many people were eager to buy swimsuits. Or were they? Victoria wore a lacy swimsuit today. It was revealing, though still within what I could tolerate. I exited the stream and checked some of her older videos, which had nowhere near the same level of popularity. I felt puzzled when I discovered she had sold only about 25 pieces of swimwear so far. Her commissions alone could not possibly bring in that much money. So where was it really coming from? I returned to the livestream and watched the chat more closely. [Smile for me, sugar!] Victoria immediately turned to the camera and gave a seductive smile. A pop-up flashed across the screen at once. That was it. She had earned money from a single smile. [Anyone want to bet on her breast size? The losers have to send our swimsuit princess "The Premium Gift"!] I understood now. Victoria was not selling to female customers. She had attracted a crowd of rich perverts instead. Worse, the openly flirtatious way she interacted with them made my anxiety grow stronger. Bradley's words echoed in my mind. I forced myself to focus on the stream again and noticed that the viewer count had climbed past 100,000. How was that even possible? Did top influencers really pull in audiences like this on a regular basis? One viewer in particular, "The Alpha Brat," kept spamming the so-called premium gifts. He repeatedly sent the highest-value tips. I had not seen him pause for even a minute. I checked the tip rankings and saw that The Alpha Brat had already given Victoria 40,000 dollars in total. I could hardly believe it. Victoria had somehow earned that much money in a single livestream. Yet I felt no joy for her. My anxiety only deepened. I had heard how influencers on this platform often built hype to drive tips. Many audience members were actually part of their own team. Their job was to stir up excitement and push the crowd to spend more. In return, they received 50% of the money the influencer earned. Chapter 5 I suspected the Alpha Brat was a paid crowd worker as well. How else could anyone logically explain Victoria receiving such an absurd amount in tips from a single livestream? Finally, the stream ended. I was about to knock on her door when I heard her chuckle, as though she were talking to someone. I crept closer and peered through the crack. She checked the door warily every few seconds while tidying her clothes. I opened the door. I noticed that she was wearing that sexy gear from the other day underneath her dress. Puzzled, I asked, "Who were you talking to? I heard you laugh." A faint flicker of panic crossed Victoria's face before she chuckled. "Oh, I was talking to my cousin, Maddie. She was telling me about the dumb things Jack was doing again. It was hilarious. He didn't even bother to research what his job involved before flying out to take it. It almost cost him his life. Imagine dying in a foreign country. "Maddie was furious, let me tell you. I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. And who could blame her? But I know one thing. I won't allow you to take jobs abroad. Not ever." I smiled politely. "Why not? It doesn't sound like a bad deal. If you choose the right country and job, you could make quite a lot of money. Honestly, I'd consider it if the pay were high enough." Victoria's expression darkened at once. "Are you crazy, Nolan? What's wrong with the life we have right now? Martin needs his dad. I need my husband!" To be honest, I had never considered working abroad. I said it only because she brought up the subject. It was nothing more than an idle thought. I had not expected such a strong reaction from her. Had something terrible really happened to her cousin's husband over there? Victoria noticed my silence and softened her tone. She slipped her arm around my neck and smiled gently. "You don't have to put yourself under so much pressure, sweetie. I know you're doing all this for our family. But I can make that kind of money now. I can share your burden and stand beside you in this struggle for a better life. "My job brings in plenty of money, so don't worry about going abroad. All you need to do is support me. I promise you, we'll still be rolling in money without you making such a dangerous sacrifice." She planted several firm kisses on my forehead and headed to the kitchen, looking pleased with herself. Her mention of her job reminded me of what I had seen on her livestream. My doubts returned at once. What was really going on? To verify my suspicions, I told her I was going out to buy cigarettes. I left the house and called Jack. That was when he told me he had not been working abroad at all. They were vacationing on a tropical island, and Maddie had dropped her phone into the sea. She had not had time to replace her number or device yet. A chill settled in my stomach. Had Victoria just lied to me? I could not forget what Bradley had said. My mind kept returning to the image of her wearing that kinky, revealing outfit beneath her dress. Panic grew inside me, but I could not storm in and accuse her based on a few pieces of circumstantial evidence. I needed proof that Victoria was cheating. I could not behave as though the worst had already happened and start acting on assumptions. I needed real evidence. … By the time I returned with the cigarettes, Victoria had already finished making dinner. It was just several beef patties. There were not even sesame buns to turn them into burgers. "Sweetie, I'm not criticizing the meal, but is this all we have tonight? Martin is still a little too young to eat beef patties every day," I reminded her. Chapter 6 I was genuinely upset, yet I could not bring myself to raise my voice at her. Life had been difficult for her all these years. Her expression suddenly darkened. "Excuse me? Is this the attitude you should be showing me after I made you dinner while juggling my job? It's almost time for my next show. I don't have time for this! "Just make do with this… or make something else for yourself. I'm outta here!" Her sudden hostility made Martin burst into tears. He pleaded with his mother for a hug, but she ignored him and went straight back to her recording studio. Since she took this job, she had been acting less and less like a mother. She had never cared much about household chores, but now she did not even seem to think her own son deserved her attention. How could she? Martin's mood soured. He refused to eat the terrible patties and asked for fried chicken instead. I could not bear to refuse him, so I obliged. Afterward, I gave him a shower and tucked him into bed. Victoria never once came out of her studio to check on her son. Instead, flirtatious giggles drifted through the door. When she spoke, her voice carried an innocent, seductive tone that could bring any man to his knees. "Pick my look today, boys. I promise I'll wear everything you want me to…" "Oh my, you want to buy the bikini I just wore? Without washing it first? You're naughty, Daddy!" Her unwashed bikini? "Daddy"? Was I losing my mind, or did all of this sound like actual kink territory? Rage surged through my veins again. I almost marched into her studio to demand an explanation, but I stopped myself. She would only come up with new excuses or distractions. No, there had to be a better way. I forced myself to calm down and pulled out my phone. Using my alt account, I followed her page and started browsing her photos. What I found shocked me. Every photo was drop-dead sexy, and she looked like a spellbinding witch in every outfit she wore: black lace stockings with deliberate rips, form-fitting Pilates pants, a nurse roleplay outfit, and, of course, swimsuits that barely covered anything, as if someone had tried to hide the essentials with a strip of torn fabric. Fuck. How was any of this even legal marketing? It was no wonder she had been buying luxury items without hesitation. Hell, I even understood why she had been talking to me the way she had lately, throwing insults and calling me a useless loser. She must have seduced a bunch of rich men and found herself several wallets to fund her lifestyle. I downloaded every video and photo as evidence before sending her a message. [Hey, I'm looking to buy a swimsuit for my girlfriend. Can you try one on and let me see how it looks?] Her reply came almost immediately. [Oh, you want the ones that smell like me, don'cha? Don't be shy, sweetie. Anything for you! But you'll need to make an early appointment, okay? A service like this comes with a tip—and I'll warn you, 95% of men stop right here because they can't afford it. You're not one of them though, are you?] What the hell? She was incredibly direct. I decided to leave the bait hanging and see how she would respond. [An appointment, huh? That sucks. I guess I'll just ask again the next time you're free.] [Of course, handsome! I'm always at your beck and call. Keep your eyes on my status updates. You'll definitely love what you see. These photos are pretty basic. They're for free and normal members, so I can't show them the exclusive stuff, right?] [If you want something even hotter and tastier… join my member club!] It felt as though someone had set my insides on fire.