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Prologue..

The air is so hot that it sticks to your skin like a lover's breath, and the city is scorching in a harsh summer fog. You recently took possession of your first apartment, a chic little retreat that you earned during a competitive internship at a prestigious law firm. You just finished your freshman year, and while it's possible that a favorable connection helped make this opportunity possible, you're here now, and the excitement of it makes your blood boil.

Sabrina is a fucking vision among the interns; she's the kind of dangerously beautiful that makes your heart race. Her long, dark hair begs to be tangled in your fists, and her porcelain skin almost seems to glow. Those curves wow, those hourglass figure with tits that could destroy a man's soul.. But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin.

Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

Then you find her: "Kat18." Her profile’s a tease, barely a whisper of a college girl just turned 18, new to this game, begging you to be gentle. Fifty bucks a month is steep, but your dick’s already calling the shots, and you’re subscribed before you can think twice. Her photos hit like a drug—smooth, pale skin, a tight little ass you want to grip, and a pussy so perfect it’s obscene. She’s peeling off a schoolgirl skirt in one set, piece by piece, until she’s bare, bent over on all fours, her dripping cunt on full display. You’re stroking yourself before you realize, hard as steel, cursing that her face stays hidden, a mystery that only makes you hungrier.

Her videos are pure filth. One’s got her slick with oil, hands sliding over her perky tits, nipples hard as she teases herself, and you’re fighting not to blow right there. Another video pulls you under: Kat18 in an office chair, thighs spreading slow, no panties, her pussy glistening like she’s been wet for hours. Her fingers slip down, circling her clit with soft, needy strokes, and you’re mesmerized, cock throbbing in your hand. Then you see it—the carpet. That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare.

Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go?

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You spent all evening wondering about what you should, or could, do. If Kat18 was actually Sabrina - and considering your thorough and in-depth review of every photo and video she had posted, you were about 80% sure it was her - you had a big secret over her. A girl like her, smart and driven, would get hit hard by a secret like this coming out. If anyone in management at the firm found out she would probably lose her internship, especially if they found out she was doing it at work. Even if they kept the reason quiet, she'd be screwed interviewing for next summer as well, and that would make it harder and harder to find a really good job coming out of school.

Every time you thought about how much this side gig would ruin her life, you always came back to one question.Why would she do it?

Sabrina, for all that she was highly attractive, was also whip-smart. You'd had several classes with her, not that you'd been friends, and she was the kind of girl who read every scrap of the assigned readings a week ahead and had all the answers when a Prof actually bothered to stop reading off of their slides. There was no way she had anything but excellent grades, which would come with merit scholarships. Was it other money problems? Was it the rush?

By the time you were trudging in to work the next day, plenty of scenarios had built up in your mind. There were so many ways you could hold a secret like this over her - getting her to do your work at the company, or getting her to do your classwork when you were back in school. Cleaning your shitty little apartment. Cleaning your apartmentnaked was an especially fun fantasy.

For a little bit, deep in your second jerk-off session of the night while you were 'researching' one of her videos, you even imagined leveraging her for filthy, nasty, no-holes-barred sex.

The post-nut guilt after that one had been a little heavy, which you took as a sign that you were still a generally good person.

"Morning," you said to the secretary. She was a pretty woman, probably just a couple of years out of college herself, but she didn't even bother looking up at you. The most she had ever acknowledged you walking into the building was her customary one lifted finger, waving you on.

"Morning Sir," you said as you stepped off the elevator onto the third floor of the office building. The legal firm owned the entire building but occupied the first four of the eight floors. Mr Garrison, one of the Partners, glanced up from where he was digging in a filing cabinet near the elevators. He wore a sharp suit that fit his frame, but you could tell at one point he'd been a much larger man judging by the way his face looked sort of hollow and the skin on his neck hung loosely around his smart collar and tie.

"Hey, kid," he grunted. "Finally someone shows up. Here, dig around this cabinet and find me everything in the Vernic Company file. I don't care what else you've got waiting for you at your desk, this happensnow, got it?"

Slinging your messenger bag from your shoulder, you stepped forward with a nod. "Absolutely, sir. Any other names I should look under just in case?"

"You can try Piper Co., but that rename happened twenty years ago and everything should have been moved over into the new file," he said. "Bring it to me ASAP, and maybe I'll find you something more interesting to do today."

"No problem," you said to Garrison's back as he stormed off deeper into the building.

You checked the drawer that the Senior Partner had been rifling through - he'd made a mess of it, and based on the labels on the front he hadn't been anywhere near the right spot. You quickly stuffed the moved files back in place and slammed the drawer shut before shifting one column over and looking for the V drawer.

"Hey John," Eric said, coming off the elevator. He was another of the five interns working for the summer but had come from out of state. His Dad had some sort of connection to the firm and had hooked him up with the position. "What's up?"

"Just file-digging," you said, waving him off. "Garrison caught me coming off the elevator. Shouldn't take more than a couple minutes."

"Hah, well have fun with that," Eric laughed. "From what I hear, Garrison has a temper on him."

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered as your fellow intern strolled back towards the big conference room that the firm turned into an intern bullpen in the summers. You'd heard some similar things about Garrison as well, but you also had his promise of 'more interesting work' on your mind. So far you were a few weeks into your internship and had pretty much just been digitizing old records one page at a time, highlighting keywords in immense legal briefs, and taking coffee and lunch orders. You totally understood that's what you'd been hired to do, but that little dangledmore interesting...

"Good morning, John," Sabrina said, stepping off of the elevator. She was wearing a long black knit skirt that went past her knees and a tight black and purple sweater over a collared blouse and had a Starbucks iced coffee in one hand as she balanced another four in her other since she'd gotten Morning Coffee duty for the day.

"Hey Sabrina," you said. "Looking good." Wait, what? You'dnever said something like that to her before. Commenting on her looks in the office, in this day and age? Fuck, if she took it the wrong way...

"Thanks," she grinned. "I love this outfit, but I was already getting a little hot on the walk over from Starbucks. I'm worried I'll be sweating by noon if that AC doesn't kick on."

Phew. She took it well.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"Oh, Garrison's got me pulling some files. He caught me coming off the elevator and seemed in a rush."

"Oh, really? Do you need any help?" Sabrina asked.