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The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

She stopped resisting me. I knew it. Now that I'd discovered her secret, she had no choice but to submit to me. Otherwise, there was no way this curvy, alluring woman in my arms would be this compliant. Heat surged through me as I prepared to take things further… Suddenly, someone called from outside. "Hello, Jenna? Are you in there? I want to buy a pack of cigarettes. It's me, Bobby!" Hearing that, Ms. Johnston was visibly startled. Her face turned pale. She used all her strength to push me away and break free from my arms.

One of those adventures was our brief flirtation with mild exhibitionism—or, more accurately, Jennifer's flirtation with it. She loved dressing like a slut for me, and I absolutely loved watching her. Until then, we'd kept it safely within the walls of our home. During one particularly heated session, Jennifer slipped into a pair of skin-tight jeans that hugged her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. She paired them with a sheer T-shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The low-cut neckline framed her freckled chest and generous cleavage, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly make out her dark areolas through the thin fabric. The more I stared, the harder her nipples became.

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

The realization should horrify me, but instead, my pussy clenches around Liam’s fingers, my ass tightening around Jake’s cock as he bottoms out with a groan. "Yeah, you like that, don’t you?" Jake pants, his hands digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Like being our little fucktoy, getting used in front of everyone. Bet you’d let us put this on the internet, huh? Let the whole world see how good you take cock." "Yes," Jen breathes before I can even process the words, her voice raw. "Yes, please.." The guy behind her laughs, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Damn, you’re a filthy one, aren’t you?"

"Can't you go any faster?!" Judy looked up and smiled at Nina. "Another title of your sex tape!" Nina slapped Judy at the back of the head. "Fucker!" She hissed, and yes, she is affected because she did have one... she had too much fun one night, and the morning after, her cookie was all over Pornhub. Good thing her father is pretty influential, or else... "I'm not joking around, Judy Ann P. Swallows... hurry it up!"

He’d be back soon. So I reached for my glasses and put it on before picking up my phone to check the notifications. Instead, my world ended. #ElaraVoss—PackSlut #GoodGirlsAreDeceiving #ElaraVossIsSoDisgusting My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. My hands shook so violently I could barely unlock the screen. I clicked the top link on the pack forum. It led straight to a video. It was grainy, but it showed me, completely naked while Jason pounded into me. His face was conveniently blurred out, so it will be hard for anyone to recognize it's him.

Jameson University's biggest scandal this year was the video of Joy Quinn losing her virginity being sent to the campus group chat. The video was taken in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. Completely naked, Joy Quinn was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window by a man a head taller than her, and the rhythmic sounds never ceased. After it was over, the man leaned close to her ear and said, "Good girl." Those mere two words were like a grenade, setting off a huge explosion in the group chat.

"Dr. Tanya, Dr. Ticko and Dr. Jenny's photos have been leaked by the media, and the internet is in chaos. Chairman Alter wants you to see him immediately!" The assistant's voice was low, but everyone present heard it. ***

It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.