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"Shhh… this is insane! Ver, why is our hot boss going out of his way to pick up that basic girl and bring her to the office?!" Yuni exclaimed excitedly, peering through the window of Fame Palette Artisans Co.’s workspace that morning. Vera, who had been organizing her things on her desk, rushed over to Yuni. "Where… where is she?" she asked, curious. Immediately, curses and harsh insults spilled from her lips painted in "plump red devil" lipstick.

And now the world might. The angle was perfect. His cock—thick and slick—disappeared into me with wet, obscene sounds. God, I looked so needy. So desperate. So fucking used. I watched myself fall apart. On camera. His student. His secret. My phone buzzed. Unknown Number: ‘Nice video. How much for the sequel?’ I froze. My lungs stopped working. Another message came in. Different number. Anonymous: ‘You fuck like a goddess come to life. What’s your OnlyFans?’

Verena I stumbled on my husband’s OnlyFans subscription before his business trip to the Bahamas two weeks ago. Since that time, the unclad photographs of those women have been stuck in my head, haunting me at every given chance. While others would have confronted their husbands, I didn’t. Instead, I decided to see the bigger picture and decided to turn the situation to my advantage. Now that I knew the kind of women and kinks Kian was into, it meant that if I dressed like those women, Kian’s waning attraction would be reignited.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

She suggested. “Well…oh.. if it’s okay with Vera, it’s okay with me..I’ve missed her mouth …and other things.” “Oh no mister. How are we going to have a true contest if you don’t try me? Vera can blow Cane. Whoever gets their man to cum first is the winner!” she proposed. Soon we were both on our knees, pulling their pants down. Both must of liked the idea of our little contest, because they both nearly popped out of their boxers.

Jaden had a girlfriend and he never even mentioned her in front of us. I looked at Veronica. She was thin, and she was wearing a red track suit with her short hair in a perfect bob, while her hand around Jaden. Her face was plastered with a layer of makeup, which actually made her look like a fake barbie doll, placed in the window shelves of expensive toy houses. They did not look good together at all. Why on earth did I have to witness this? And looking around, I saw that almost every person was paired up with someone. Except me. Before I could react to this situation, the trainer came in and began to stare at the crowd.

Someone reposted it with the caption: “Stolen Chic? Venice McLaren Can’t Afford Class.” She issued a statement. It was five words: “This is a misunderstanding. Stop.” Internet: Didn’t. And then... oh, Era. My sweet, delusional cousin. Tomas hit play on a screen recording. It showed her OnlyFans dashboard. She hadn’t even changed her username—it was literally @ErabelleMcLarenVIP. Her subscriber list? Her direct manager from the PR agency. A dean from her college. Three married professors. A man labeled “PastorGreg_77.”

Now and again I would like to do things that I do not want to end up in that sleaze magazine of yours. Veronica ~”You want a place where you can do weird shit any no one will tell.” Dylan ~”Exactly. How do I know it stays there?” Veronica ~”If it does not then you can sue the shit out of me.” Dylan ~”Can I sign to that?” Veronica ~”Yes.” Dylan ~”Tom, is any of these girls worth fucking?” Tom ~”I have had my fair share of them. They will do anything.” Dylan ~”And Veronica?”

“You’re all I need right now. Vera didn’t move, so he came to meet me instead. He stood in front of me, his eyes dragging over me, biting his lips into a smile. “You’re the sexiest you’ve ever been.” He wasn’t wrong. My hair was down, spilling freely over my shoulders. Half my ass was out as my shorts failed to keep me decent. The crop top I wore hugged me tightly, revealing my toned stomach. “Your tits... God, your big fucking tits, Vera,” he said, followed my low groan. *Fuck!* “Were you expecting me?” He asked, a crooked smile played on his lips as he pulled me close.