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Tangled in Ambition: Part 2
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2025-12-02 08:00:43The second day of the Starlight Arena showcase buzzed with electric anticipation, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and ambition.
Henry Sterling took the stage as the opening act, his worn acoustic guitar slung across his chest.He poured his heart into his two songs, his fingers dancing over the strings, his voice trembling with emotion.The crowd, though small for an opener, felt it, his true fans, the ones who saw past the industry’s gloss, swayed and cheered, their eyes locked on him.For those fleeting minutes, Henry was alive, his music a lifeline in a world that kept trying to drown him.Backstage, he wiped sweat from his brow, his leather jacket sticking to his skin.The high of performing faded as he caught sight of Dave Callahan, the industry’s pretty boy, surrounded by a flurry of attention.Staff fawned over him, adjusting his perfectly tousled blond hair, while Victor Crane, the sleazy producer, hov
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The night’s celebration spilled over to the glitzy club, with the public’s prying eyes. But the open displays of affection between Henry and Dave, hands lingering too long, glances too heated, had drawn Carla’s sharp warning. “Paparazzi,” she’d hissed, her voice cutting through the champagne haze. “You’re begging for a headline.” Now, in the privacy of Dave’s penthouse, the restraint was gone.No sooner had the door clicked shut than Henry and Dave were on each other, lips crashing, hands pulling at clothes as they stumbled toward Dave’s bedroom. The door stayed ajar, and soon the sounds of their passion, moans, gasps, the rhythmic creak of the bed, filled the penthouse, unfiltered and raw. Carla and Travis, left in the sprawling living room, exchanged a glance. It was their first time alone together in such an intimate setting, the air charged with the distant echoes of their stars’ reckless abandon.Travis leaned
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Dave’s penthouse was a sanctuary of shadows, the morning light still hours away as he pulled Carla closer, his voice low but resolute. “One last time, Carla. You, me, Henry. A final goodbye to selling ourselves.”Carla froze, her eyes flicking to Henry’s naked form, his cock still hard, dwarfing Victor’s or Carlos’s. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of shame and desire. Henry’s brow furrowed, his gaze darting between them. “Why her, Dave? What’s this about?”Dave’s eyes burned with conviction. “Defiance. You’re our light, Henry. You give us courage to start over. This is for Carla, to erase every trace of those deals, to feel something real.”Carla’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away as Dave began unbuttoning her blouse, her skirt sliding to the floor. Naked, her body bore the evidence of Victor’s “meeting” his cum still leaking from her pussy, a stark reminder of her sacrifice. Henry’s jaw tightened, but he moved wi
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