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At this time, after the performance, Mica and the other members drank juice together in the backstage room of the Butterfly Girl group. Just a few minutes later, she suppressed her discomfort and was about to go to the bathroom. She walked down the aisle, dreamily holding on to the wall, when a rough-looking man carried her down to the basement. The door in the basement was tightly closed, occasionally making a very small noise. Karlina brought five bodyguards and hurriedly came here with a camera. She intended to take nude photos of Mica. The door opened, and the situation inside made her extremely disappointed.

he growled at me. “shut up Mattais, your scaring her” Ace shouted at him. He stormed out of the room and I heard the door slam shut. I winced at the sound. “Camila? Why didn’t you tell us?” “Roman already took care of t” that seemed to pacify them but then again at the exact moment. We all received notifications, Olivia had updated her I*******m and it was a picture of both of us at the club drunk. Ace glared at me and I fled from my seat.

The teenage girl slapped her forehead after remembering, and gave instructions to Kalista with both hands as if she was a model. “Like this,” she said while giving examples of appropriate sexy poses. Seeing Krista who gave an example of some movements, Kalista followed stiffly. For Krista, it didn't matter because all she wanted was for all the women to fit into the frame so she could upload to Ingram and hoped the men in Red Cage heard or even saw the pictures. “Are you sure it's okay to upload the photo to social media?” asked Mia who looked doubtful.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

Cecilia pleaded anxiously, tears streaming down her face. Lorenzo chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t have to plead for mercy, because you are now an internet sensation.” Then Lorenzo gestured towards one of his underlings, who immediately set up a projector. The laptop screen reflected on the wall. Cecilia’s name was one of the most searched names in the past four hours, and it was already trending with different hashtags. Many bloggers were posting that her aggrieved boyfriend had leaked her nude photos and that she sold nudes online.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.

"Bianca, have you lost your mind? Get online right now! Your sex tapes are all over the internet! You seriously slept with other sponsors behind Mr. Tarrett's back? If you want to ruin yourself, fine, but don't drag the whole agency down with you!" My mind went completely blank. All I could hear was Claudia screaming through the phone. "You better explain those videos right now! And if Mr. Tarrett loses it over this, none of us are letting you off the hook!" Then the call cut off. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. The trending page was flooded with my leaked intimate videos. And right at the top was the headline— [International Supermodel Bianca Belmont Slept Her Way to the Top] Dave's f

Professor's cock down your throat. She nodded as best she could, moaning in agreement. Her pussy clenched, wetness soaking her panties again. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. 'Stand. Strip for me.' Makayla rose on shaky legs, peeling off her blouse. Her bra followed, full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard peaks. She shimmied out of her skirt and panties, kicking them aside. Naked now, curves on display—wide hips, soft belly, trimmed bush above her slick folds.

Mila stepped forward, leaning closer to her microphone. Her voice was warm, confident, and perfectly professional, completely commanding the room. "My name is Mila Santiago," she stated proudly. "Up until an hour ago, I was a junior sports agent at Prime Sports Agency. And yes, the photograph that is about to be leaked at midnight is real. It features myself and Jax Kingston in a private, consensual moment." The media room exploded into shouting. Questions were being yelled from every direction. Did you break league rules? Did you sleep with him for a contract?

Kai could not bear to wake her up, so he carried her in and got the maids to wash up for her. For the next few days, Nicole lazed around at home and did not leave the house. Mr. Anderson pampered her with all kinds of good food. Nicole was living her best life with the best of everything provided to her at a snap of a finger. As soon as that live broadcast ended, Mikayla became the hot topic of discussion. The netizens even gave her a nickname: Crippled Mikayla. Everyone laughed at her, so Mikayla dared not step out of her house during that time.