เข้าสู่ระบบSofia's Pov They called me the nation's sweetheart. The one who had the most brand deals. I kissed babies on the cheeks, went for charity galas, always in church every Sunday with my conservative family. The one my "friends" knew as the prude. Who blushes at their crass and filthy jokes and sexcapades. But when the city goes to sleep I become someone else entirely. At night I'm know as Shadow, the freeuse whore. Nix, Bella, Jade and Emma all think I judge what they do to rise to fame and make money. If only they knew what I do when night comes. Tonight, I slide into the car, the wispy fabric clinging to my skin that did nothing to cover me up. Black lacy mask in place to hide my identity. My fingers quickly drifted between my thighs, parting my shaved pussy, rubbing on the swollen clit. "Today is gonna be so good." I whispered to myself. The sex club was a warehouse from the outside but inside was where the magic happens. Red and blue lights flashed everywhere as I walked thr
EMMA'S POV One thing you should know about me is that I don't chase fame or clout like the other girls in this industry. Always trying to shade, or one up each other to rise to stardom. Me? I'm in it for the money, cool cash. What's fame if you're broke? That's why I bagged myself wealthy sponsors. Kim and Theo really knew how to spoil me when I give them what they want. Sliding me fat envelopes for every fuck, new birkins for every blowjob I gave her husband while she laps on my pussy. I was their glorified sugar baby who was at their beck and call. And why won't I? Every cash given for each visit was someone's income for a two years. I got a text from them two days ago asking to meet up with fresh meat. So, I needed to find someone desperate and willing. Spotting Simone who was close to tears, counting and recounting the measly cash in her hands. She was perfect. Broke, beautiful, naive and young. I slid right beside her, keeping my voice low. "Hey, Sim. Are you still crashi
JADE'S POV I stared at my reflection in the dressing mirror, looking at the awful wrinkles around my eyes no amount of makeup could erase. At 28, you're ancient according to the porn industry. Especially, when, young, fresh faces troop in here every single day and blow up overnight. I heard the whispers, the snide remarks. Even June, that just walked in here two months ago had the nerve to tell me to retire to an old people's home. The guts.But at least it came from a stranger. My own friends look down at what I do like they don't sleep with men for fame in their stupid modelling industry. The only difference is that they don't post theirs for the public. Then, I got a call from my manager yesterday. "Preston Vance wants to do a shoot with you. It'll revive your already dead carrier."Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mark. It was a surprise Preston wanted to do a shoot with me, when he had thousands if not millions of options. He was everyone's wet dream, and fans ate him th
Bella's Pov I just couldn't shake the rage bubbling inside me. Nix!!! That deceitful, cunning, lowlife bitch. Everyone in the industry has heard about her "shady" dinner with Alessandro. Mind you, I was the one that came up with the plan to meet him, but that witch had to scurry to him first. She must be even more dumb that I thought if she hadn't figured out that I knew she was the one to leak my nudes to the blogs.But what she didn't expect was for people to want more of this perfect, supple skin. I gained a massive amount of followers and brand deals but that wasn't enough. I needed to be iconic, needed my face to be on the cover of Vogue, Elle. Hell would freeze over before I let that cunt have my place. I scrolled through my contacts, heart pounding as I hit call on Senator Harlan's number. Harlan was no ordinary man, he could literally bend the country to his will, from alleyways, to prominent boardrooms.But the issue was, our last encounter wasn't all roses. I swiped a
CHAPTER ONE: WHORED OUT FOR A CONTRACT NIX'S POV I trailed beside Mr Alessandro, heels clicking on the marble floor of the upscale restaurant. The place was booked for the night, devoid of any souls except his leering friends. This dinner was NDA tight and ironclad, away from the press and public eye. Clinging onto his muscular arm, sheer gown swishing in the cool air, full breasts threatening to tumble free with each step.Eyes zeroed on me as we got closer, looking at my frame like a full course meal. The air felt musty, laced with arousal. At the long candle lit table were powerful men in expensive suits, and beside them, power hungry women like me. I recognised a few of them. Lila from the Milan runway show I wasn't approved for. Tara, the up and coming social rat who stole a gig from under my nose.FUCKING BITCHThey all nodded at me, giving fake smiles and warmth we all peddled in the modelling world. My thoughts drifted to my so called "besties" as Alessandro pulled out
Jaz's Pov Music thumped low on the yatch, mixing with whimpers and moans from guests. Bodies were everywhere -clothed, half naked, naked. Girls were being railed from behind, couples swapping partners. A girl was arched over a counter being spit roasted by two hulking guys, pussy wet and shiny from a distance. Rick tugged me close in nothing but thin lounge pants that hugged his half thick cock. I wore a gold bikini, my tits pushing out of the bra, bottoms soaked and clinging to my fat cunt lips. I was so ready to get some action going down there. "Ready to play, princess?" Rick's breath ghosted over my ears, turning my nipples to pebbled points. I nodded like a maniac, sucking on my glossy lips. "Mhmmmmm, daddy. This place is so naughty. Everyone is stuffing adult toys in their princess parts."He smirked, leading me through the throng of bodies. Multiple hands squeezed my ass, pinched my nipples, one hand even went down my ass crack. I giggled at the attention, swaying my hip







