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"And I agreed" "Oh shit", Jade commented. "Free photography for life, baby", she squealed, touching her little four weeks and two days old bump. "At least he didn't ask for money or blackmail you like my cousin, Amara. Her husband had a video of them having sex and he blackmailed her to keep having sex with him, but then fell in love with her later on" "That's fucked up, why don't I know about this cousin of yours?"

He stepped closer and handed me the phone. The moment my eyes landed on the screen— My jaw clenched. Hard. “Billionaire Damian Knight Seen Visiting an Elite Strip Club.” My grip tightened around the phone. I scrolled down. And then— There it was. Two pictures. One of me. Clear as day. Walking into VIP Room 4. And the second— Her. Jade Firefly. Walking into the same room. I dropped the phone on the desk. And in one swift motion— I stood up.

Jill, sitting next to her, leaned over her shoulder, took one look and gasped. The headline read, 'Supermodel Scandal - Jury Member Mick Fairgate: Fornication With a Minor?' Directly below was a large picture of Mick, captioned 'Mick Fairgate - The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing ' Jill skimmed hastily. It was essentially about the report at the time for indecency with a minor and the allegation that Mick had regularly abused participants in the show. There has been a lot of claims and speculation surrounding these two main pieces of content, and all information has been said to come from a reputable insider source.

My mouth hung again as I observed my girlfriend standing completely naked on the other side of the desk. "His mic is on mute. Can't hear a thing." I couldn't care less who made that statement as I was completely bewitched by Jade. "Fuck, you better stop this." She nodded her head and mounted the desk. Her sitting on her bare butt sent a prickling sensation up my legs. My thighs hurt from holding them close together. Biting her lips Jade cupped her breasts and squeezed them together, her legs opening wider. "I wonder what's going on behind his laptop. Must be something invaluable I suppose." It sure was invaluable.

Especially about his physical appearance, when, to be honest, I couldn’t see anything wrong with him physically. There were definitely a lot of things wrong with him mentally. That motherfucker. “Adonis!” Jade glared at me and patted Cole’s shoulder before he could say anything. “As unattractive as the both of you are, Cole is definitely not ugly. All the women sending disgusting nudes to him can attest to the fact.” She could not hide the grimace on her face. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He frowned at her. I let out a deep exhale. If I let these two partners in crime keep talking, we’d be here forever without getting to the fucking point of anything.

One of the presses cut Kier off. “One of the viewers asked if it was true that Miss Jada Young here has been kidnapped by a mafia organization two years ago, and that she was pregnant at that time?” “Along this question was a leaked photo of you with Mr.Martini Cooper in a baby essentials shop.”

It was a screenshot from her roommate, Tasha. The image showed Jayla’s bare breasts, the one she’d sent Justin six months ago when they were still good. Her dark nipples tight from the cold dorm room air that night, the silver hoop piercing glinting under the lamp. Below it, another screenshot: her ass in the mirror selfie, cheeks spread just enough to show the pink slit between them, fingers holding herself open the way he’d begged her to. The caption read: “Campus bicycle finally leaked, who's next?”

Then she leaned in, gesturing for Mirena to come closer. Though confused, Mirena obliged. Lowering her voice, Ada confessed, “I posted a dick picture of him.” Mirena blinked. Once, twice, then again, just to be sure she heard right. “W-what?” Ada looked uneasy now, as if unsure how to continue. After a brief hesitation, she reached into the back pocket of her shorts and pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen before she turned it toward Mirena. An article was displayed and in one of the pictures, Ryan was completely exposed in a compromising shot taken from above—likely from a helicopter or a nearby high-rise building.

A lone tear escaped from Jodie's eye, ¨it was the eighteen year old Cynthia¨. She said and Jada's nose crunched up, How were they connected? she asked herself. ¨But no one would ever believe that the girl I met back then, is currently the most sought after super model¨, she added and Jada rolled her eyes inwardly. Jodie picked up the remote control and pressed a button and what appeared made Jada whimper and step aside. It was a bloodied Cynthia, her skin peeled off and her flesh dug into with blood oozing from every point. She looked lifeless, is that Cynthia? Jada asked herself.

She owned the pole like it was built for her and climbing high, inverting, legs split impossibly wide so her smooth, pink pussy flashed open for the whole room. Bills floated onto the stage constantly, tossed by suited businessmen, off-duty athletes, groups of guys out celebrating. Jade crawled slow to collect them, ass swaying, letting hands brush her thighs, slap her cheeks, or slide a quick finger through her already-soaked lips as she passed. No one made a big deal it was Velvet Sin.