Se connecterMAXFor a handler linked to so many high-profile clients, it was pretty surprising she lived in a place like this. I checked the details of the location Vanessa sent me after fucking her senseless, and sure enough, I was in the right place. The shabby apartment looked like it was one good breeze away from collapsing in on itself. The aluminium roof twisted and bent around the corners, the mail box barely held on to the earth, and the stagnant water pouring from God-knew-where really completed the whole dilapidated look. I rested my helmet on the handles of my bike, and took a big stride over the stagnant water before my boots crunched against the floors of the wooden porch. One wrong move here and my feet would probably go through it. “Rebecca? You in there?”I knocked gently on the crooked door, and it gave way immediately, sliding open with an audible creak. The stuffiness hit me hard. Inside, it wasn't as bad, but it wasn't exactly good either. I walked inside, even though
BIANCAIt was becoming a habit. Being in public. My dress grabbing body tighter than I'd liked. My heels snapping on the floor louder than necessary. The general unease was horrible to swallow. But it'd never felt as uncomfortable as it did right now. I had no idea where Brian brought me. From afar, it was a sprawling estate that looked like something out of a Disney film. The trail of trees and flowers, the sway of the pine along the perfectly tarred roads. Everything was beautiful and welcoming… until we arrived at this mansion. I knew the second I stepped out, I wasn't meant to be here. Worse, I was far from welcome. The cars parked in front of the mansion showed that without needing a single word. This wasn't some random meet-up. And these men weren't random men. Meaning Brian… probably wasn't ‘random’ himself. “Can I go back and stay in the—”“No” he answered, walking down the hall while I followed right behind him.His figure damn near covered mine, but it didn't do en
BIANCAFuck the shoot. I knew exactly what I wanted when I asked Brian to take those pictures. I also knew… I didn't have it in me to pretend anymore. So when the excuse extinguished between us and he came close enough for me to feel the heat reel off him, I threw all caution to wind. I leaned in, and Brian captured my lips. Intent. Intense. His hands romaned over my body, pinning me to him like there wasn't already nothing but lust between us. His lips tasted like refined wine with a tinge of something naughtier. I felt it explode at the back of my tongue and ran my hands into his hair like a crazy desperate slut. He grabbed my boobs, feeling my nipple needle through the shirt, then caressed then roughly until I felt them ache whenever he drifted off them.His being hands reached my trousers, lingering there as if he was wearing for my panties to scream ‘rip me off already’.I was still throbbing from Tessa, but a part of me knew he didn't care. He just wanted to use me as he p
BIANCA I knew the moment we arrived, Brian had taken this — whatever it was — over the top. The car stopped in front of a luxurious duplex, decorated with the soft natural touch of nearly trimmed plants outside sunken in vases that looked like they were worth an arm and a leg. “Carrie Studios” the banner in front read. Brian walked me to the door, and the second he opened it, the cold air from inside nibbled against my skin. I walked in, and met the eyes of various staff before my focus could settle on the studios detail.They all stood at various parts of the studio. Some in front of the camera, some working at the corners. I scanned the room, trying not to look like a kid that had just been dropped off at her favourite arcade. The Sony A7 IV mirrorless camera on the stand in the middle of the room.The Godox MS200V Twin softbox lighting kit a couple steps away. Equipment I’d only ever dreamt of getting my hands on.Was I… in heaven?“Welcome to your session, Miss Langford” T
BIANCABeing stuck at school on my birthday had to be a new low.Maybe not as low as watching a sex tape of the guy you’ve had a crush on since high school fucking someone else after he lied to your face… or nearly getting raped by your crazy ex at some masked party.Still. It sucked.The final rehearsals for the Literature convention were supposed to be light today — just polishing lines and fixing small details. Instead, everything was falling apart.“You’re messing up your lines again, Jordan,” I groaned from my seat in the theater, pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s ‘o’erperch.’ ‘With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls…’ Not ‘overpitch.’”Jordan fumbled through the movement, looking lost. I'd never seen a worse representation of Romeo and Juliet. Half of Romeo’s lines were completely wrong. The other half lacked any real emotion. And Juliet? Don’t even get me started.I stepped closer to the stage, noticing how cheap the costumes looked under the lights.We paid th
MAXBianca.Even now, with everything falling apart, she was all I could think about.Flashes kept cutting through my mind… her soft moans in the shower, the way her body had trembled when she came around me, the promise I’d made that it would be just us tonight. Then the image twisted. Brian’s hands on her. Brian inside her. All in the same night as well.My fist clenched so hard my knuckles turned white.The wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the room barely registered at first.Heat rolled through my half-naked body. Legs spread wide on the couch, arms draped over the backrest, cock throbbing between Kelly’s eager lips.She was on her knees, working me with desperate hunger. Her tongue swirled around the base before she bobbed down, taking as much of me as she could. Saliva dripped down my shaft, coating my balls as she moaned around me like she was starving.It didn’t take long to break the pompous little bitch after all.I tilted my head, watching her lust-drunk eyes as she pus
BIANCA My head was a mess. Taking the bus back home made it even worse, but as it things stood, I was comfortable choosing crowded seats and sweaty jocks over a ride on Max's bike again. That is… if he was even still on Campus. I couldn't stop thinking about him earlier today, and how stupid I
MAX“Your suspension's been lifted. Think you can pick me up from school?”I couldn't remember how long I'd been staring at my phone when I got that notification. Ironically, the shocking part wasn't even the message, but who it was from.“How did she… get my number?” I remember muttering. ‘Vaness
BIANCAThe notification buzzed for what was probably the eleventh time today. I couldn't spare another glance, but I knew exactly what it was.I hadn't performed in almost a week. This morning, I'd lost about a hundred fans already, and if i didn't come up with something soon, I'd be in very unste
MAXI’d circled the same block five times now. The same familiar buildings. The same disturbed faces that were probably giving me one last chance before calling the cops. The same hopeless reminder that I was spiralling just as bad as my directions. I was running out of gas too. Yeah, perfect tim







