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“Shorts off.” Tessa hooked her thumbs in the uniform shorts and the panties under them and pushed both down. She stepped out of them on marble that cost more than her month. Naked except for the open top hanging off her arms. Vivian pointed at the stripped bed. “Hands on the mattress. Ass out. She came here to work. Let her hold a work position.” Tessa bent. The air hit her pussy. She was shining. She knew they could see it. Alec swore under his breath.

He knew Liara wouldn’t tell me a thing. Disconnecting the call, he closed his eyes and tried to see what his ring was seeing and found Alaric in a cell. ‘How famous this leech is that he walked out of one danger and entered into another one!!’ He sneered and watched the area about it. There were approx ten to eleven naked people. He could tell that those were werewolves without going anywhere near them.

I followed Nico, Caelian and Domani up to the first level which had all the fancy private booths and…I blinked as I passed by one of the booths. The tinted glass partition wasn’t fully frosted, and for a second, I caught a clear glimpse inside. A woman, topless, on her knees between two men in suits, both laughing, drinks in hand. A tray of white powder sat on the table. In the next booth, another man lounged back while a girl, maybe younger than me, danced for him slowly, her eyes vacant. Cigarette smoke curled in the air, mixing with the sharp scent of something chemical—too strong to be just alcohol.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.

Chapter 4 The gallery was filled with different people, its high ceilings filled with the hushed murmurs of patrons as they wandered between canvases and sculptures. Leonardo’s latest collection Flesh and Surrender had its own the space: it showed naked bodies twisted together , women on top of each other men pressed against each other. And at the center of it all, standing beneath the harsh glow of a spotlight, was me, his muse, completely naked legs spread wide with socks on my juices dripping down my cunt for everyone to see

His secretary got into office next seconds. "I am a sorry sir,I tried to stop her.."she said ad gave Aliecia a dirty look. Andre raised a finger and dismissed her. "Aren't you frustrated enough?"he asked Aliecia. "Check your phone". "Why should I?" "Would you rather prefer seeing it on the billboards?". "Seeing what?" Andre took his phone and played the video sent to him. Arianna's was undressing smiling happily to the camera, then the guy taking the video instructed her to pose and he took nude pics of her.

The gates of hell are opened for us by Stone and we all walk in together. The scenery is the same as Saturday night, blaring music, dark but lit up with LED lights in some areas, changing colors with the music, and of course topless women everywhere. Alina and Ellie previously told us that they’ll be hanging out with us for the first hour and then they need to go off to work. I’m trying to be more open-minded this time around and have fun for the sake of my best friend.

Total Release. **Couples Only. Clothing Check Mandatory.** **Participation = Consent.** Caleb laughed first—nervous, disbelieving. I laughed second, mostly because his laugh was contagious. We both stopped when we realized neither of us had said no. Two weeks later we stood outside a tall windowless building that gave nothing away except the faint bass thump leaking through the steel door. No sign. No address plate. Just a small brass plaque that read: **Enter Naked or Leave.**

Talen observed from behind her with amusement. “So we did,” she smiled up at him, before getting her stomach under control and guiding the mincing Tiffany further in. There were booths tucked under the windows. One was already occupied by Allistaire and his cameraman, and Jacinta and Addison. They looked up in interest as Talen and the Triquetra marched through towards a rear door that led into a stairwell. “Unusual occupation for your time, to go clothes shopping?” Allistaire commented. The bar was empty of other drinkers, just the news crews, the young girl behind the bar, and now Aislen and Tiffany.

I’ve been unshaven for a while and it was very unlike me. THE GALA The gallery eluded soft luxury—champagne flutes clinked gently, subtle piano music floated over hushed conversation, and spotlights cast an ethereal glow on the canvases that lined the walls. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I had no intention of actively participating . Not until I saw her name on the program. Ayala Shomer : A Study in Streetlight and Silence.