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"I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone." I look around the dark room to see that my men have formed a circle around us. I point at this idiot with my gun. "This is the most cliché set of circumstances I've seen. Wouldn't you all agree?" I turn my attention back to the guy. "Let me guess, Bob gave you like 50K or something?" "A hundred," he grimaces as he turns his head to spit.

First, I need to see what Najite was referring to. As I tap on the I*******m icon, it instantly transports me to my timeline. Scrolling through the content, nothing seems out of the ordinary: the usual assortment of "Happy Sunday" posts from the accounts I follow, interspersed with random ads and amusing reels. But then, something catches my eye and my world comes to a halt. GBB's post displays Noah, clad in the attire he wore yesterday, strolling alongside a woman in a form-fitting red dress. It takes a moment for me to register the truth: I am the woman captured in that snapshot.

I almost screamed at the top of my lungs, but wait, he just said, “We.” Who are we? Aargh, who cares? He wants to give me $1000 just for my boobs. I can send him a picture of boobs from the internet. A knowing smile appeared on my face. “Miss Juicy J, when you send your boobs, please make sure today’s date is showing. Oh, and I know how to spot boobs from the internet; technology makes things easier these days.” I cursed. Argh, I lost. “Is the number on the ad your number, Juicy J?”

Still, she watches carefully and eavesdrop a bit. “Da, I really must go,” he says, a pained expression on his face. “I’m in the middle of a show.” Faintly, as Tobias gets closer, Monica can hear a man’s voice on the other end of the line. Tobias must have his phone on speaker to try and get past the music out front. “Shush! You can spare a few minutes for your da! Bloody hell, Toby, turn on the camera, show me all of it! So many knockers and beautiful arses! Mmmhmm, makes me feel like a young ballsy bloke again! Just a blue pill and I could take all of them.” “Da, be quiet!” Tobias says, clearly embarrassed.

“I recorded their conversation like you told me. It’s… strange, ma’am. He told the boy something weird. He said he wasn’t really Mei. He said his real name is Lian.” Mei’s smirk vanished for half a second, replaced by cold satisfaction. “Of course, he did,” she murmured. “I knew he’d slip eventually. My dear twin brother never could keep his mouth shut when emotions got in the way.” “I also got a voice note of it, ma’am,” the spy continued nervously. “Should I post it on the student forums? It’ll go viral in seconds.” Mei paused, thoughtful. The urge to humiliate him right away was tempting. But then she thought of the bigger picture Roberto, the Fu"s family, the empire she wanted to reclaim

It was nearing 10 o’clock at night, and Noah and I were relaxing on our bed, scrolling through social media on our phones. I nearly choked on the popcorn I had just stuffed into my mouth when I saw a headline regarding Bob: COUNCILMAN BOB BARBIER DISGRACED IN VAMPIRIC CONSPIRACY “Noah!” I exclaimed, elbowing Noah in the ribs. “Noah, look!” “Ow! What?” he asked, glancing up briefly from his phone.

Toby gave me a nod and continued, “Damn, am I dreaming? Am I hallucinating this? Or is this shit really happening? You have to understand, bro, I had some serious dope back at the party.” “Yes, Toby, everything you see, hear, and feel is real. You are really naked, and your wrists are really cuffed in metal shackles from the ceiling. Your bruised arms are really stretched over your head. The blood dripping from the cuts and lacerations down your legs are pretty real too.” He grinned and gave me a once-over. “And are you really naked too?” “Yes, I am.” “I have never tried fucking a man before, but I’m open-minded…”

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every