Confessions Of A Video Vixen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The video had no sound, but the scene of me talking to the rival already looked bad. Ruth looked at me, shocked. "Clara, would you like to explain yourself?" Esmerelda grinned triumphantly. I smiled and pulled out my phone to play a different video. "What a coincidence. I have something to show you too, Ruth." The video showed the same man in it, but this time, Esmerelda's voice was clear. "Hurry up. I can't wait." Esmerelda's face instantly fell. In the video, the man looked puzzled, asking, "Why are you helping the rival sabotage your own company?"

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

I felt a hand drag me from behind - it was Vivian- She dragged me into the janitor's changing room. "Viv, what's going on?" I asked, desperation evident in my voice. She hesitated, her gaze avoiding mine, before finally admitting, "It's nothing, Chels. Are you okay?" But her evasiveness only fueled my fear. "Vivian, please, what's going on?" I asked once more. With a heavy sigh, she handed me her phone, urging me to play the video. As the screen flickered to life, my heart sank at the sight before me—a video tape of me having sex, my moan echoing in pleasure as I was being banged. The whole video was compiled together including the one I had threesome. I staggered as my leg could no longer b

The words slipped out, uneven, her chest rising sharply. “Yes,” Hailey answered without hesitation, her tone low but firm. Lily’s thumb hovered over the screen, her jaw tightening. “This shit has to be AI.” “It’s not.” Megan’s voice cut in from her right, steady and certain. Lily’s head snapped toward her, fast, her hair shifting over her shoulder with the movement. “There’s a video,” Megan continued, leaning slightly closer, her voice steady but laced with tension. “Of him walking her out of Vixen Élan yesterday. It’s everywhere. Apparently, he took her shopping. That’s the rumor.”

I was already close, balls tight, pré-cùm slicking my palm, when the toy gave one final stuttering buzz and died. “Fúck,” Vixen laughed, the sound half-annoyed, and half-playful. She sat up straighter and glanced off-camera. “The battery just gave up on me. Give me five minutes, love. I’ll swap in the backup and come back twice as loud. Don’t go anywhere.” The chat lit up with crying emojis and begging. She blew a kiss at the lens, winked, and the feed cut to her looping “BRB” screen: cartoon fox in lingerie holding a little battery sign.

She immediately paused, eyes widening as she realized what she blurted out. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, clenching my fist. The other guard returned, shaking his head slowly towards Olaine. She staggered back. Vixen stepped forward, turning on her phone. “Since this happened, I have no choice but to show you this.” She raised the phone for all to see, a video of Olaine breaking into Vixen's suite playing. “They're– they're cameras here?” Olaine asked in disbelief. “You came into my suite without permission, that is invasion of privacy. Then you planted false evidence in my bedroom to file a false police report.” Vixen turned to me. “Alpha Kael, I came to help your pack and this is how

She shuddered when she saw the image inside. That damned Luke Wilson! He had recorded a video! Bastard! Disgusting! Pervert! “No, that is not me. What makes you think that it’s me?! You’re crazy. Are you trying to frame me and set me up when you’re the unclean one?!” Xavia knew that no woman would be willing to admit to such a tragic matter. So, she could understand Jenna’s feelings.

“I was filming them secretly. But boss…we don’t go after women. It’s against our rules.” I let out a short, cold sound that passed for a laugh. “You think I’ll put my hands on a bunch of hyenas?” I said. “No. Not my hands.” “Send the video to Vixen,” I told him. “Tell her I want every girl in that video hurt until they lose either a finger, a tongue, an eye, a broken rib, or a leg.” Jaxon didn’t ask why. He didn’t press. He knew the tone that meant complications. He sent the message.

“Yes please, and yes please.” Vixen looked over at the woman standing by the window; she was blonde with baby-blue eyes, and she was tiny, smaller than Vixen herself, which made her believe that if this woman was one of King’s Men, then she had to be absolutely fucking lethal, appearances be damned. She could probably snap a grown man with her pinky finger, smiling sweetly the whole time. “Hi. I’m Vixen.” “Honey,” the woman said. “And let me tell you, girl… I’ve seen that video footage from the parking lot. You are a badass extraordinaire, and I suspect that if you came after my job, you’d get it.”