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She screamed. I took the phone from her and saw the newest tabloid. The paparazzi captured a picture of Monique and I by the pool, lips locked. What they didn't capture was me pushing her away and firing her. You can make any picture look bad if you catch it at the right moment. "Lynn, it's not what you think..." "No? Well, what about this one?!" She stole the phone back from me, scrolled a bit, and showed me again. "Fuck," I hissed out as I stared down at Brooke Saddle naked on my lap with her tits in my face and my eyes straight down at them. "This isn't what you think either."

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Another captured the exact moment he leaned toward me while speaking. From the angle, it looked intimate. Too intimate. My pulse spiked as I opened social media. Washington Elite Scandals had already posted it. ISAAC BROOKE’S WIFE SPOTTED LEAVING CLUB WITH DECLAN LAURENT AFTER PUBLIC FIGHT Another caption read: AFFAIR OR REVENGE? MILLICENT BROOKE MOVES ON FAST “Oh my God…” My hands shook harder. Comments flooded beneath the posts faster than I could read them. Some mocked me.

“It’s Brooke, Senator. She…she’s gone to the press. About…everything.” Phoenix stared at Levi, his blood turning to ice in his veins. Brooke had done what? Gone to the press? About him? About Brianna? "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice barely a whisper. Levi thrust the phone into his hand. "Just…just look at this, Senator." Phoenix took the phone, his hand trembling. He looked down at the screen and saw a headline blazing across the screen of a news website: "Senator's Secret Life Exposed: Affair with Stripper Rocks Political World!"

And yet… There it was. Beth Monroe. Naked. Unfiltered. Unapologetically gorgeous. The lighting was soft and golden, as if she’d taken it by a window just after sunrise. The curve of her hip. The soft swell of her breasts. That tiny shadow where her thighs met—and the suggestion of everything just beyond it. A completely accidental message. A completely inappropriate photo. And the part of me that should’ve been stronger—the part that knew better—was suddenly very, very quiet.

CONTENT WARNING: Public nudity, food play, forced exhibitionism, multiple partners touching/licking, public orgasm, humiliation CHAPTER SIX After completing her first task of having her massive tits tortured and abused by Mason’s friend, Brooke took a day off, avoiding her tasks for a bit. After all, she needed a bit of rest after the brutal treatment to her poor breasts; they were sore all the next day. It meant taking a chance, since she knew that Lila was going out and doing another one of her own tasks, but she really couldn’t face doing another task, especially since they were so unappealing. Her next task that she had to do was going to Mason’s friend’s party, so she would just wait fo

and the unfamiliar word "Shibari." My search results included: Recluse, Artist, Genius? Nathanial Monroe offers his proceeds to charity Rare sighting of N. Monroe The list went on. I clicked the first link. An erotic picture of a beautiful woman bound in thick white rope filled the top of the screen. Except for the female in the picture, it was...fucked up gay shit. So why did my dick stir at the image? Because I'm fucked up and gay, I thought to myself. No, not gay, but definitely fucked up.