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He quickly stood from the couch, pulling at his shorts, secretly adjusting himself, so the women wouldn’t be able to make out his throbbing erection. Drake glanced over at Jessica, and she was wearing a bikini similar to Lydia’s except her bikini was white. Where Lydia was full over curves, Jessica’s body was more lean and fit, more of an athletic build. Jessica had her brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail and her lips were coated with a light pink lipstick. Where Lydia looked like walking lust, Jessica appeared innocent and angelic like. “So what do you think?” Lydia asked Drake giving him a little shimmy. Drake licked his lips, before answering. “You look absolutely delicious,” he sai

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

What I saw made my blood run cold. A private message from an unknown number contained a single video thumbnail. The preview image was blurry but unmistakable: me, naked, straddling Damien on the massage table at the private spa, my head thrown back in ecstasy, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up into me. The timestamp on the video was from our spa day. The message read: **Unknown:** You thought you could keep this hidden? The world deserves to see the real Kira Holt. Enjoy your fifteen minutes before I make it public. Tick tock.

"Mm, I don't think I could try anything else tonight." She kissed the back of my head. "Not for tonight. Wait here." Mitch climbed out of bed and walked out into our living room. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could watch her impressive figure move. She came back into our bedroom carrying her laptop, climbing under the sheets but sitting up against the headboard. "What are we looking at?" "This." She clicked on a link, which brought up a group of pictures of women wearing, well, something. "Mitch, what is that?"

Our VIP customer, Mitch had already smacked my ass more times than I could count. I was sure if I looked in a mirror his grimy hand prints would be all over. It made me irritated as fuck. I was wearing a crop top with no bra underneath, my nipple piercings poking out against the white fabric. Covering my ass were low cut out booty shorts that was wedged between my ass crack. Apparently you had to look fuckable to serve drinks to these morons. Pouring Mitch his tenth drink for the night, the fucker amped up his foolishness and squeezed the life out of my tits.

“There are three of you.” Jake walked over and took my hand. He pulled me gently into the middle of the living room. “Strip her,” he told his friends. Mark and Tyler moved fast. Hands grabbed my top and pulled it over my head. Cool air hit my bare breasts. Tyler knelt and slid my skirt down my legs along with my panties. I stood completely naked in front of them, trying to cover myself with my hands. “Look at that perfect body,” Mark said, whistling softly. “Jake wasn’t lying.”

“Strip. All of you. Show me those greedy little cunts.” The girls didn’t hesitate. Tops came off, shorts dropped to the floor. Three naked, horny bodies stood in front of him — Emma’s curvy figure with big tits and fat ass, Mia’s tight petite body with perky nipples, Zoe’s athletic frame with long legs and a smooth shaved pussy. Emma dropped to her knees first, yanking Jax’s pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, veined and already leaking pre-cum. “Jesus, look at this monster,” she moaned, wrapping both hands around it. “Girls, we hit the jackpot tonight.”

Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his voice dropping lower. "Man, just look at you, Mitch. Where is that Alpha in you?" Mitch's eyes darted away, finding sudden, desperate interest in the baby's sticky fingers. "You know for sure that Lena would never have let you leave the house looking like this," Jake pressed on. "You look homeless, man. Honestly, you look like you've been sleeping in a bus station. When's the last time you had a good night's sleep? When's the last time you even took a shower? When was the last time you had good sex? You don't have fun anymore,you don't come by without your annoying baby, not even clubbing?"

Jenna said as she sat back on the chair. "I brought you here for one reason only. I would like to show you something if you don't mind" she said, then stretched out her hand to Jordan, who placed a picture on it. Jenna then handed over the picture to Mitchell "Mitchell, that's your name right?" "Yes, Miss Jenna" she answered, fear crawling up in spine. "Here, take this photograph and have a look. Do you know those people?" Jenna asked. Mitchell took hold of the picture and looked at it, shocked at what she saw when she looked. That was her grandma and her son, and they didn't even live in this country. How in the world did Miss Jenna get this photo?

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.