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@HornyforBlu-Dream: Stunning, both of you, I need more @Sixtyninefux: Just subscribed, when does her content drop? “Wow,” I whisper to myself. There’s more, dirtier, nicer, some plain up horny, some offering money to see us collaborate. When I check my profile, I’m up to a thousand and eight followers. Arielle’s profile has over two million subscribers. She only uploads a few pictures of herself on my account and the rest on mine, setting them to paid only. “Let me see the video you recorded,” she says, feet swinging up and down the bed. “We need to blur your face out and make sure we don’t leave out any giveaway details.”

Fiona noticed the change of mood and decided to wait till for a few minutes before she asks a question. Ariel's phone beeped and she opened the photos of Beth and Jayden together in bed alongside a video of them having sex. She felt his heart break into pieces and the phone fell on the ground tears running down her cheeks like an open tap. The pain, agony, heartbreak, disappointment and betrayal was too much to bare that she let out an eardeafening scream. "Are you okay? What happened?" Fiona rushed to her asking her questions. Ariel slowly dropped on the ground in tears as the video kept on replaying in her mind. Fiona sat next to her and pulled her in a hug.

Jules got a red bracelet, which meant that she was a switch; she was both a submissive and a dominatrix. We were not allowed to go in with our phones because of privacy. They didn't want to end up in a situation whereby people were videoed without their consent, so when our coats were taken from us, our devices were as well. I was self-conscious, but I tried not to let it show as Jules and I stepped into the main club. That was where the real fun was. I watched as Jules' eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of people having sex in public and not in the usual vanilla way. I was quite ashamed to admit to myself that it caught my attention as well.

Arya’s POV “Okay, spill.” I said to Jules, plopping myself on her bed. “So,” she started, a blush creeping into her cheeks, “I met a guy at the club.” “Oh yes. The same guy that had his tongue down your throat?” I asked teasingly . “Oh shut up. His name is Nolan.” “Mmm Nolan.” I repeated, smiling sheepishly. “He's an entrepreneur…” “Ouuu” “He's rich…” “Oh we love rich.”

Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

“Do you know how destructive those can be if they’re leaked? If a future employer sees them?” “I volunteered for this,” she snapped back. “It’s boudoir photography. Artistic. People do this all the time. It’s not like I’m baring it all for a porn site. How did you even know I was here?” “Oops,” Jules said from behind us. She didn’t sound sorry at all. “You might as well be.” The simmering in my blood had reached a full boil. “Get. Dressed.” “No-oh.” Ava’s glare intensified, and she dragged out the word “no” until it had two syllables.

“You look like you need vitamin D and dick pics. In that order.” Stella snorted into her coffee. I managed a tiny laugh despite myself and sank onto the couch, pulling Nicholas’s hoodie tighter around me like armor. For the first time in forty-eight hours, the air felt almost normal. Jules flicked through her phone, showing us photos from some dating app she’d apparently downloaded “for research.” Shirtless guys on yachts, guys with puppies, guys doing that obnoxious finger-to-the-lip pose. “Okay, but look at this one,” Jules said, zooming in on a bronze god with dimples sharp enough to cut glass. “Tell me you wouldn’t let him ruin your life for a weekend.”

“I can’t do that.” My stomach drops. Levi’s jaw clenches. “How long?” Jules hesitates for half a second. Just long enough to confirm everything. “Since the beginning,” she admits. “Since before you even knew Aurora existed.” I feel like I’m going to be sick. Levi shifts slightly, his finger hovering over the trigger. “Why?” Jules sighs. “Because I had no choice.” “Bullshit,” I snap. “There’s always a choice.”

Sage’s head was thrown back, dark hair fanned across the quilt, her small breasts rising and falling with every gasp. “Wow… just take a look at you” Jules said, low and rough, almost conversational despite the intensity in her eyes. She wasn’t one for flowery talk; her words came out blunt, like orders at last call. “All flushed and dripping down my wrist. You been holding out on us, artist girl? Saving this pretty pussy for the right night?” She twisted her fingers on the next thrust, curling them just so, and Sage let out a broken whimper that went straight to my core.

I say to him as I open his phone. Lucky for me no password protection; I can go right into his messages. I scroll through the messages from his assistant, Delana. "Looks like we were right; you are running an auction at your club. You idiot. No wonder the authority knew so much about your auctions. You were running it out of a fucking strip club," I say to him. The confirmation of Jules's involvement infuriates Tatina. She pulls the curtain back again, letting Jules fry longer. "Don't kill him yet. We should turn him over to Lester. You know, just as a good faith jester," I say to Tatina. She closes the curtain back to give Jules a break.