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(as Cassie dubbed it) brought in was more than enough to pay for her end of things, so I let it slide. Cassie herself delved deeper and deeper into her own site, picking up shifts at Jumping Jack's stripping. She was a natural. Comfortable in her skin, radiant in her sexuality, sweet as cream, and endlessly chatty with the regulars. She kept her tips in an empty cheesy puff jug in her bedroom, and when it filled up, she started on another. Meanwhile she'd done her work on creating a brand for herself. The girl started a "fitness" stream of her exercising or running on the treadmill in skin-baring spandex; a blog about her sex life that her fans devoured as fictional erotica (I even anonymous

But that isn't as important a question as where she's going, which I think I can answer with some confidence: Up, and up, and up. I blinked, dazed. "Am I hallucinating?" "Unless it's a mass hallucination, I don't think so. Toby read the same review." Cass's smile finally stiffened, just a degree. But it wasn't lost on me. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, I mean…This is it." Cassie hugged the laptop against her chest like a shield against what might come next. "The big time. Don't you want…a real manager? A real team?"

“Embarrassment aside, if something’s off, you’ll notice it faster than I will.” Cassie hesitated. But accepted the phone without a word. Cassie didn’t argue. She sat on the edge of the bed, took the earbuds, and let Dorothy press play. It took all her strength not to yank the earbuds out. The room itself was silent. The video started. She winced immediately. The lighting was low, but it was clear enough to tell it was her and Ledger. They were kissing. Clothes still on. As the video progressed, Cassie grew more uncomfortable.

"Check your G****e Drive." I picked up my phone, slightly confused. My G****e Drive? I searched around and found a newly shared folder. "Cass' Adventures." Inside the folder were all her pictures, with captions and all. All the video files too. Including the newest one. Here goes nothing. As I clicked the video, Cass climbed into bed and snuggled up to me, wanting to watch it with me seemingly. Maybe she hadn't seen it herself and wondered how it had turned out.

, and we had managed to bond even more over that commonality. Luckily, Cassie joined the conversation so I didn't have to call the cops on her. “BTW. Have you seen Lacey's Instabook post? My new friend just showed me. She's the worst!” I read, immediately grabbing my phone so I could check it out.

she said as if trying to convince herself she didn’t do anything wrong. I heard Cassie clapping and laughing at the same time, she looks like a maniac. “Enough of the talks and pity tears, I’m starting to get bored,” she said. “Shut up,” Cathy spat at her. Cassie gave her a scowl before continuing her speech. “Anyway to make this more interesting you should meet a few people, I hope you’re excited to meet them because they are,” she laughed hysterically. What is she talking about again, who else is involved in all this.

,raphael and smiled. 🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚 Cassie curled herself in a ball up in the bathtub”I can't believe I did that”,she said”I let someone else kiss me”.

Hello my wonderful readers! I promise I haven’t forgotten about you! I know I teased something big, and now it’s finally here! Cassy has already started flexing her Moon Goddess muscles in my other book, Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I’d love for you to dive into it while you wait for this story to pick back up. Don’t worry, it’ll only be a few more weeks! Thank you for your incredible patience and unwavering support. I admit I was nervous about revealing the crossover too soon, but I hope you know I’d never abandon you!

"Cassie, Randell has been trying to find you. He can't call you either. Are you still in Montville?" Aside from my classmates' messages, I noticed that there was another frequent notification that popped up, and that was a message that informed me a blocked number had been trying to reach me, and the number even left me a couple of text messages if I wanted to read them. "Cassie? It's me, Randell. Unblock me! "Cassidy Stanford! Stop being so stubborn and behave yourself! "Cassidy! Was there really a huge flood in Montville? Where are you?

Cassie pressed against my side, hand slipping under my hoodie again. “Shocked, baby? It’s okay. Watch how good it feels to be used.” Her fingers pinched my nipple hard, making me yelp. “Your little crush on me? This is what I crave. Getting fucked senseless, sharing sluts like you.” She nodded to Taylor, who crawled over with a grin. “Help me strip the nerd.” Taylor’s hands were everywhere, yanking my hoodie off, leggings down, exposing my dripping panties. “Fuck, look at this innocent pussy,” Taylor cooed, ripping my undies aside. “Cassie, taste her.”