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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.

I had fucked everything up. “Come, my love. I’m waiting.” Jules’ fingers trailed over her clit, slow and taunting. Then she spat onto her hand, slicking her fingers before circling her entrance. One finger slid in, then two, her hips arching off the office chair with a gasp. I watched. My pulse hammered. My body burned. But my mind? *Fuck* I was still hard, still aching, but the hunger for Aria in my gut had nothing to do with the woman writhing in front of me. Jules was merely a temptation I had fallen for.

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?”

Jules was sitting under the bleachers during tryouts, pretending to scroll her phone, but mostly people - watching the way she always did, calculating who had drama, who had secrets, who was boring, and who might actually make school worth waking up for. And then she walked by. Hair bouncing, sleeves rolled up, pale grey eyes tired like she didn't sleep much, lips parted like she'd just said something smart. Jules forgot what app she had open. She stared. And she didn't stop. Aria didn't notice her at first. Of course not. She was the kind of girl who looked like she existed in another frequency, like her world was playing a better soundtrack than everyone else's. Jules tracked her for the r

“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.

It was perverse entrepreneurship. “Worse.” Julian’s thumb scrolled. “Tiered subscriptions. ‘Ice Queen’ tier gets the leaked DMs. ‘Puck Bunny’ tier gets the shorter video clips. And the ‘Stanley Cup’ tier…” He looked up, his eyes meeting Adrian’s, blazing with a cold fire. “…is promised ‘the uncut, raw footage of their first meeting.’ He’s auctioning off the hotel video.”

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.