Chloe Sims Nude Novels & Stories

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

“Girl… you know the kind of shoots Chloe does, right? Bikinis, sheer fabrics, things that barely cover the nipples with a little string around the waist. Can you handle that kind of heat?” I swallowed hard. “I… I can’t do that.” “You have to,” she said firmly. “Unless you want people to start suspecting you’re not really Chloe. Start practicing tonight. Watch her videos. Mimic her confidence. You’ve got the body for it. Use it.”