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View MoreI stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror for what had to be the hundredth time in ten minutes, twisting my hips slow so the seamless silk of the body-hug gown slid over my skin like liquid fire. Every tiny movement made my ass jiggle just right, the fabric clinging to the curve like it was painted on. I bit my lower lip, watching the way the deep red material dipped low between my breasts and stopped high on my thighs. Today had to be perfect. Today I was finally meeting Richard.My sexter buddy. My midnight voice-note demon. The man who’d been making me cum with nothing but words and filthy promises for months, ever since Derick dumped me for “watching too much hentai.” Please. That boy just needed an excuse. He was never into me anyway; he liked them thick and Latina, and I’m a petite Mexican with a smart mouth and expensive taste. Four years older than him too, which still makes me cringe. I asked him out. Me. What the hell was I even thinking? And the worst part? The li
I’m Kaylin, nineteen, still wearing the same cherry-flavored lip gloss I put on this morning for senior year pictures that never actually happened. My heart is hammering so hard I swear the tiny microphone clipped to my baby-pink bralette is picking it up. The living-room set is brighter than I expected—three softboxes blasting warm light, a cream sectional that smells like new leather, and two cameras on tripods pointed at me like they already know what I’m about to do.Joseph, the interviewer, sits across from me in a director’s chair, legs crossed, clipboard balanced on one knee. He’s wearing a black tee that says “Backroom Casting Couch” in small white letters, and he’s smiling like your favorite uncle who secretly isn’t.“So, Kaylin,” he starts, voice smooth, a little playful, “tell everybody at home how old you are and what brings a sweet little thing like you to our couch today.”I tuck a strand of my honey-blonde hair behind my ear, “I’m nineteen,” I say, trying not to squeak.
I’m at the ward… I’m kinda lost… where exactly are you? There’re lots of rooms here… I said, glancing around.“Oh, oh, you’re Angel, right? Just wait there; I’ll come get you.”“Okay,” I said, and the call ended.Sigh… What did Amber sign me up for? This is an old-ass motel… so smelly and ancient… I whispered, flinching from the cobweb in front of me.“Ewww…”“Hey, boy, I’m right here…”Oh, that should be the old man… bro looks so familiar… I’ve definitely seen him somewhere… I squinted my eyes, walking forward to him.“Hi… I’m Angel…” I said, giving a friendly smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.“Oh, nice name, but I already knew that. Anyway come in,” he said, widening the door for me. I went in, bowing my head a bit.“Oh, wow… you shouldn’t actually judge a book by its cover. The interiors here are actually lethal… giving old money vibes… the crystal chandelier should definitely cost a fortune…” I glanced around, surprise choking me.“What? You don’t like it?” he asked.“Oh, me
I’m Kaylin, nineteen, still wearing the same cherry-flavored lip gloss I put on this morning for senior year pictures that never actually happened. My heart is hammering so hard I swear the tiny microphone clipped to my baby-pink bralette is picking it up. The living-room set is brighter than I expected—three softboxes blasting warm light, a cream sectional that smells like new leather, and two cameras on tripods pointed at me like they already know what I’m about to do.Joseph, the interviewer, sits across from me in a director’s chair, legs crossed, clipboard balanced on one knee. He’s wearing a black tee that says “Backroom Casting Couch” in small white letters, and he’s smiling like your favorite uncle who secretly isn’t.“So, Kaylin,” he starts, voice smooth, a little playful, “tell everybody at home how old you are and what brings a sweet little thing like you to our couch today.”I tuck a strand of my honey-blonde hair behind my ear, “I’m nineteen,” I say, trying not to squeak.












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