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The porno , I was watching yelled , I watched the masked lady move her big bubble butt around , it jiggled as she knelt down. without warning the Man thrusted slowly, then harder and harder, he seemed unbeknownst to being recorded. His hand spanked the lady's brown ass and it jiggled with each slap. such a turn on. Obviously it would be ...... considering the lady was me of course, my name is Hailey . and this video was about to ruin a man's career ... *buzz buzz* I looked down at my phone to see the alert , 85million , in Bitcoin of course. My mind was at ease now , I could delete the tape now , or would I?. I resumed the porno, my body was becoming increasingly hot , my legs parted as I began dipping my fingers into myself. A moan escaping my lips, my fingers hastened their movement, faster and faster....and... *buzz buzz* my phone again . my brows furrowing slightly, legs still hung apart on the chair arms . I picked up my phone . *please don't release that tape , hope you've received the money* it was the old crook , my face contorted to disgust , the old fool had bargained 90 million, now I see 85 . my climax is ruined , I resume to my laptop , sending the tape to the lawyer who was about to testify against him in court for indecent behavior , poor guy ..... my eyes wandered around my dimly lit apartment, I would never be seeing this little shit hole again. my laptop illuminated the room in a dim light , just enough for me to see my way to the bathroom. With effort I quickly dumped all my personal belongings in the bathtub ,getting a lighter from the kitchen, I set them on fire . Getting a pair of gloves on I scrubbed the apartment clean. Before my alarm could go off , I was out of there . hopefully I could earn a vacation. A black van parked at the end of the block , I hastened my movements, making careful strides towards it . The door opened to reveal two men in black, one on the driver's seat , and the other staring at me , he quickly held his hand out forward expressionlessly , I reached through my pockets , pulling out my phone I handed it over , without a second of haste he split my phone in half. yanking me into the Van, we sped off to the nearest airport. Let me retrace my steps , my name is Hailey Carter, I'm 21 , and this is my story . when I was 18 my father and only existing parent had passed away , leaving just me and a shit ton of dept . unluckily for me , I was put down as his collateral for payment, funny right?. so before I got my freedom , I was already owned . I went through hell and back at the hands of my loaners , they later decided to use me for higher plans . Extortion.... That’s what it was, plain and simple. I was given assignments, targets of huge business owners , politicians and tycoons , my goal was extortion, they didn't care how , wether blackmail or theft , I had to find a way to bring them down . I didn’t want to do it, but that never mattered. Not to them, and eventually, not to me. When you owe someone like the boss, choices aren’t really part of..... I'm actually quite good at it now if you ask me. I got off the van at a fairly busy airport, the man handed me some papers and a phone, my actual phone, without warning he shut the door and sped off , I watched the van become smaller... and smaller... before it disappeared into the horizon. I took a deep breathe as I walked in to the terminal, boarding my flight in silence, i scrolled through my phone to no new messages or calls from anyone. "dang" I said inward , I truly am lonely. who wouldn't be with a job like mine. placing my phone in my pocket I closed my eyes to embrace sleep. ***************** "excuse me" I felt a hand tap to my arm "ma'am your flight just landed , we'd need you to get off now" the lady in red whom I assumed was a flight attendant said to me "oh uhm .... yeah" I awkwardly replied, unbuckling my seat belt , I hopped off the plane to the road . Waving my hands , I halted a taxi cab , to my apartment.... my actual apartment. The neighborhood looked like usual , boring , I quickly tipped the driver and closed the cab door , walking toward my apartment door. beside it was a flower pot , filled with fake hydrangeas, if you placed your hand just under them to the left ,you could find my house key. I quickly unlocked my door and headed inside to my slightly dusty but clean , living room , I threw myself on the couch immediately , heaving a sigh of relief. After a target I usually get 5 months at least to myself before another odd job . *buzz buzz* I looked down on my phone to see an alert of $900,000. That was way much more than what I usually got paid. kicking my legs in the air I squealed. Usually after a target I would get paid a small portion of how much I earn ,like a dog, it was their way of keeping me on a leash. with this amount of cash I wouldn't even think of running away. I had a small amount of cash saved up for when I got out of the lease , it was at least enough to get my life started for the better. ---I leaned back as well, trying to mimick his movement . Tristan hadn’t stopped watching me, his gaze a mix of amusement and calculation, like he was waiting for my next move. I had to be careful , not too eager, but not too guarded either. He was playing his game, and I had to stay one step ahead. "I wonder," he said, breaking the silence, "how often you play these games." his voice thicker than before. Was he trying to seduce me or something?. I arched an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Games?" He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You know exactly what I mean." I took another sip of coffee, letting the moment stretch. "I think we’re both playing the same game, Tristan." i called his name , damn it sounded good on my lips. He seemed to consider that, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "Perhaps," he said softly. Then, after a pause, "But I’m curious , what’s your endgame?" I felt a slight tremor in my chest. His words were gentle, but the intent behind them was raz
--- a light pat of lip stain.... a careful diffusion of curls , a peek of cleavage..... I arrived at Lumiere Café ten minutes early, but Tristan was already there, seated by the window. The sight of him sent a wave of heat through me, despite the chilly morning. He looked relaxed, legs crossed, his arm draped casually over the back of his chair, his dark eyes already focused on me as though he had been waiting for this moment. I tugged my coat tighter around me, steeling myself before walking over. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I wasn’t going to let him get the upper hand so easily. "You're early," I said, sliding into the chair across from him. His gaze didn’t waver, pinning me in place with that intense, unreadable expression. "I prefer being prepared," he replied smoothly, his voice low, like velvet. "I like knowing what to expect." A small smile tugged at my lips. "And here I thought you enjoyed surprises." He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he gestured towa
My boots clicked as I walked down the sidewalk, a smirk crept my lips, I couldn't help but feel excited,paying for his coffee in return was just the right move to go for , very unexpected and bold. It would possibly knock him off balance. I adjusted my coat , feeling the morning chill get to me . I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.I was starting to like my job. my head bobbed left and right as I waved down a taxi, feeling I couldn't stroll anymore cause of the cold. I rubbed my hands together vigorously trying to create warmth."you the girl from the papers?" I heard someone say.it was the driver...? "who?" I replied stopping my hands in their tracks."the girl from the papers , uh Kayla smith?" his voice grunted ."oh no " I replied with a slight chuckle feeling the awkwardness creep my cold spine." ah you do look quite similar though, you're pretty, I would've sworn you were her " "oh ? ....thank you?" I managed to say. pulling out some money and dropping on
--- Three days had passed since I had stormed into the mansion, leaving behind the dizzying whirlwind of the gala and Tristan’s infuriating absence. During that time, I had thrown myself into a series of distractions, determined to erase the sting of rejection from my mind. The first day, I indulged in a spa retreat, basking in luxury as I let the soothing hands of the masseuse work out the tension in my shoulders. I pampered myself with aromatic oils and calming facials was that made me feel like royalty, if only for a moment. I flipped through glossy magazines while sipping herbal tea, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts of Tristan and the chaos that had ensued since that night. The next day, I splurged on a personal chef, enjoying a lavish meal prepared just for me in the mansion’s expansive kitchen. The scent of truffle oil filled the air as I savored each bite, indulging in flavors that made me forget the harsh realities of my life. "This is what I deserve,"I told myse
--- I woke up to the softest sheets I’d ever felt, the kind that practically swallowed you whole. My eyes cracked open, and for a second, I forgot where I was. But then it hit me, fast and hard. This wasn’t my bed. My body jerked upright, my head whipping around as the memories of last night came flooding back—Tristan, Mr. Price, his arms around me pulling me away. *He saved me.* I gasped I hadn’t needed saving, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Yet, there I was, alone in a bed that wasn’t mine, in a room far too big and far too cold for comfort. I kicked off the covers and swung my legs over the side, my feet hitting cool marble. The room was massive, sleek, and sterile in that way only people with too much money could appreciate. It was the kind of place that screamed luxury, but it lacked warmth--just like the man who owned it. Tristan....where was he? I stood up slowly, feeling that familiar sting in my chest as I glanced around. No note. No sign
--- The world blurred again as I tried to focus, but everything felt off too bright, too loud. My heart pounded in my chest, sending blood rushing to my ears as Tristan’s hand stayed firm on my arm. He was calm, steady, in control. And fuck, wasn’t that ironic? Here I was, in a room full of people I was supposed to be conning.....and especially him, my damn target—and here he was saving me from whatever nightmare Mr. Price was dragging me into. God, if he knew. If he knew why I was really here, what I was planning... No. I couldn’t think about that now. Not with Tristan so close, his scent filling the space between us—clean and masculine, with a hint of something woodsy. It made my head spin in a completely different way than the drug that was making me feel , like I was sinking into quicksand. The auction hall buzzed around us, but it felt far away, like the entire room was fading into the background. It was just Tristan and me, his hand warm against my skin, grounding me,