James Charles Ai Porn Novels & Stories

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

"Have you looked at the campus forum today? Or the group chats?" "No," I murmured, squinting at the screen. "Why? What is wr—" The words died in my throat as I stared at the image on his screen. It was an AI-generated picture of me naked in bed, and from the looks of it, it was circulating around campus. The face was undeniably mine, every feature perfectly replicated down to the slight curve of my jawline, but the body, the setting, the vulgar posture... it wasn't real.