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**buzz** The gate made such a horrible sound. Stepping outside, the cool evening air kissed my skin, a contrast to the warmth that still lingered from my hurried preparations. The sky had deepened into a soft blue, the kind that signaled nightfall was fast approaching. I took in a breath, cooling and steadying myself as I began my walk toward the open road. The sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoed sharply in the quiet suburban street. Each step felt calculated, deliberate, the rhythmic *click-clack* cutting the silence like a sharp knife. I could feel eyes on me. People were staring, their gazes following me as I strode past, their curiosity obvious. It wasn't hard to imagine why. I wasn’t exactly blending in. The dress I wore clung to my body for dear life in all the right ways, the sleek fabric shimmering under the fading sunlight. My curves were accentuated, my skin glowing against the cool tones of the evening. I could feel the weight of every eye that lingered. sometimes a little too long—men and women alike—drawn to the way I looked, as though I’d just stepped out of some glossy magazine and onto their quiet street. least I hoped thats what they felt A couple walking their dog paused mid-stride, eyes wide as they took in the sight of me. I could see the woman whispering something to her partner, who nodded, his gaze glued to my figure. A mother pushing a stroller shot me a surprised look, her eyes flickering from my heels to the dress that swept against my legs. It was clear I didn’t belong here, at least not in this context. I wasn’t dressed for a stroll down the block or a casual evening walk—I was dressed for the gala. And walking down the road in heels, draped in a gown that screamed sophistication, it felt…... awkward.......Like I had suddenly found myself on the wrong stage in a grand performance. Every click of my heels on the pavement only heightened the feeling that I was out of place. It was hard not to feel self-conscious, my skin prickling under the weight of their stares, but I kept my chin high, pretending not to notice the attention. That was one thing I was good at ... pretending... The pavement stretched ahead of me, and each step felt endless. I glanced down, adjusting the delicate straps of my dress, feeling the fabric shift against my skin. The neckline dipped more than just enough to catch the eye, but walking down a public street in something so extravagant made it all the more obvious how overdressed I was. I caught sight of an older man leaning against his porch railing, his brow furrowed as he watched me. "since when did I have this many neighbors?" His gaze traveled from my heels, up to the curve of my waist, and then finally met my eyes. I gave him a slutty smile, resisting the urge to speed up my pace. It was one of those moments where i could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all....here I was, dressed like I was about to attend the most prestigious event of the year, walking down a regular street, heels clicking on uneven pavement, dodging cracks as if my life depended on it. Finally, as if the universe decided to take pity on me, I saw the glow of a taxi's headlights approaching from the distance. Relief flooded me. as I waved it down with all my might. The yellow cab slowed as it neared, the driver’s eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. For a second, I wondered if he thought I was lost, or maybe part of some strange performance art. But he pulled over all the same, his gaze flickering between me and the rearview mirror as I approached the door. "luxe event garage" I said commandingly As I slid into the backseat, the soft leather cool against my skin. I looked the part , might as well act like it . The driver glanced at me again, but he didn’t say anything. His silence was a relief, though the adrenaline from my walk still buzzed beneath the surface, I tried to steady myself. As the taxi pulled away from the curb, I leaned back against the seat, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The stares, the whispers, the awkwardness of walking down the street in a gown......it was all behind me now. Now, all that mattered was getting to the gala on time. "here I come Tristan". --- The taxi pulled up to the garage with a smooth stop, the engine idling softly as I stared out the window at the sleek black sedan waiting under the dim street lights. It gleamed beautifully, polished to perfection, looking every bit as luxurious as I imagined. I glanced at the time on my phone. **6:00 p.m.**and a wave of anxiety rolled through me. I was cutting it way too close. The driver didn’t say a word. His eyes had been fixed on my boobs the entire ride , he was clearly oogling my cleavage . I was late, already. No small talk, no acknowledgment, just the eerie stare he had on my chest . I fumbled the purse in my clutch, pulling out cash for the fare, and dropped it into the small tray between the seats. “Thanks,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. The driver gave a barely perceptible nod, his focus already elsewhere, as if he’d forgotten I was even there. I pushed open the door and stepped out, heels clicking on the concrete as I straightened up. The garage was eerily quiet, only the faint hum of traffic in the distance and the occasional shuffle of a mechanic or driver passing by. My eyes locked onto the sedan a stark contrasts to the casual chaos of the garage. Its sleek black exterior screamed wealth, power, everything I was expected to embody tonight. The driver of the sedan, a tall man with a perfectly pressed suit, stood by the door. His expression was stoic, unreadable, though I could tell by the way he checked his watch that he’d been waiting longer than he wanted to. No pleasantries, no introductions—just cold efficiency. He opened the back door with a firm, practiced motion, stepping aside without a word. I swallowed, trying not to let the tension get to me. I was late, yes, but I looked the part. That had to count for something..... right? I smoothed down the front of my dress, a last-minute adjustment to calm my nerves, before stepping forward. As I approached, the driver’s eyes didn’t even flicker toward me. His focus stayed straight ahead, his professionalism unyielding. I slipped into the backseat of the sedan, the door closing behind me with a soft but final thud. The interior was as luxurious as I’d expected—plush leather, cool air, and the faint scent of something expensive. But there was no time to appreciate the details. I was already running late. The car pulled away from the garage with barely a sound, gliding onto the road as if it floated rather than rolled. I settled back into the seat, letting out a breath. The tension in my shoulders didn’t ease, though. My heart still raced with the awareness that I was arriving on the brink of disaster. I glanced at my reflection in the tinted window, taking stock of myself. Despite the rush, I looked flawless hair perfectly styled in loose, bouncing curls, my dress hugging every curve just right, my makeup still holding strong. But beneath the surface, I could feel the rush of adrenaline, the weight of the night ahead pressing down on me. The driver didn’t ask for directions. He didn’t need to. The route to the gala had already been arranged—every detail of tonight was planned down to the minute. Now, all I had to do was show up and play my part. As we sped through the city, the skyline stretched out before me, the lights twinkling against the darkening sky. I couldn’t help but think of Tristan Agress, the man who unknowingly held the key to my future. Tonight was everything....a delicate dance.....a performance that had to be flawless. But I was ready. Or at least, I hoped I was.--- As the sedan pulled up to the hotel, I could feel my nerves tightening in my chest. I could see the lights through the tinted windows. The place was massive—marble pillars, red carpet, the whole deal. I was already late, which made everything worse. The driver opened the door, and I had to will myself to step out, heels clicking loudly as I hit the pavement. The guests inside looked so at ease, champagne glasses in hand, laughter floating through the air like a melody I didn’t know the words to. Except they stopped to glance at my direction. "shit" I face palm myself inwardly "hello ma'am" the person at the entrance greeted me , jolting me back to life. " hello" I force out with a tight-lipped smile, instinctively fumbling through my purse for my invitation. My finger handed the glossy card to him ,and he nodded in response, still keeping his smile like he had been programmed to do so. My heartbeat quickened. but I tried to play it cool, adjusting my dress as
yes go deeper!" The porno , I was watching yelled , I watched the masked lady move her big bubble butt around , it jiggled as she knelt down. without warning the Man thrusted slowly, then harder and harder, he seemed unbeknownst to being recorded. His hand spanked the lady's brown ass and it jiggled with each slap. such a turn on. Obviously it would be ...... considering the lady was me of course, my name is Hailey . and this video was about to ruin a man's career ... *buzz buzz* I looked down at my phone to see the alert , 85million , in Bitcoin of course. My mind was at ease now , I could delete the tape now , or would I?. I resumed the porno, my body was becoming increasingly hot , my legs parted as I began dipping my fingers into myself. A moan escaping my lips, my fingers hastened their movement, faster and faster....and... *buzz buzz* my phone again . my brows furrowing slightly, legs still hung apart on the chair arms . I picked up my phone . *please
___ It had been a quiet few days , I sat on my balcony , holding a cigarette between my fingers watching people walk down the street with their children. I wished my childhood was like that , my hair up in a messy bun as I sat in my underwear , the cold tiles against my bum. **Ring Ring** I could hear my phone from my bedroom , I rarely get phone calls, I wonder who it could be , my heart racing through my chest. I made my way toward my room , picked up my phone and heaved a sigh. "private number" I muttered I knew who was on the line. my finger swiping to the green icon "hello?" my voice echoed through the empty room , which suddenly felt emptier "hello Hailey ," the raspy voice at the end of the line said , I could make out a bit of an accent in it. "the boss requests an audience, if you would be kind to meet us outside" A chill ran down my spine, outside? , what does he mean outside? , am I in trouble? . Thousands of scenerios raced through my mind. "d
******** My flight arrived at 4pm at NYC. I made my way downstairs, amazed at the capital city , nothing on me except a bag filled with papers , two phones and a flashdrive. I halted the next the next cab to come my way , taking me to my next stop . --- The cab pulls up to a massive wrought-iron gate, and I can already feel the unease creeping up my spine. This place is nothing like the cramped apartments I’ve called home before. The driver’s eyes widen as he peers out the window, and I can’t blame him. Even I’m not sure how to react. I step out, the gate creaking open as if it’s been expecting me. The air smells different here....cleaner, almost sweet, like something foreign. Flowers? I hesitate, looking up at the towering mansion in front of me. It's a stone fortress, beautiful in an intimidating, "you don’t belong here" kind of way. My feet feel heavy as I move toward the front door. The door swings open before I even knock. Of course. He controls everything. Insi
-- My eyes flicker to the sound of my alarm **6 a.m.** I have to be fast. I push myself out of my cold new bed, feeling the weight of sleep still clinging to me with each reluctant step. The beautiful bathroom greets me, its luxury a stark contrast to my mood. I can tell it’s well-equipped, even through my sleepy haze. With a groggy sigh, I turn on the cold shower. The water jolts me awake, revitalizing my senses as I untangle my hair. I need to hurry. According to the portfolio, I need to be at Du'Lumiere Café right about now. I glance at the clock, anxiety bubbling in my stomach. I fling open the wardrobe, my eyes scanning the tailored clothes my boss had chosen for me. To my surprise, he has a good eye for style. I quickly pull on a pair of fitted suit trousers, slipping into my red bottoms—sharp and striking. A crisp white collar shirt completes the look. I throw my hair into a messy bun, trying to strike a balance between effortless and polished. After applying just
--- fuck! I face-palm myself..... I deserve it. Kayla Smith??......Smith?!. What kind of name is that? I really need a break. I let out a sigh, my frustration seeping into every breath. Clutching my papers in one hand and his lukewarm coffee in the other, I hurried out of the café, my heart still pounding from the awkward encounter I wish I could erase from my mind. And then, I smell him..... Ugh" I mutter to myself I close my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself, but it’s no use. His scent is intoxicating, pulling me in with every whiff. Something about it is maddening—clean, sharp, with a hint of something rich. It wraps around me, reminding me of how close I was to him just moments ago. I mutter under my breath, “Get it together, Hailey,” and wave my hand to hail a taxi, praying the cold air will snap me out of it. I climb into the cab, my fingers tightening around the stack of papers in my lap. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll forget about this cringeworthy encounte
--- I tossed and turned throughout the night, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity. The ceiling above me became my only companion my eyes darting towards it's details as I replayed the events of the day before in my mind. The envelope sat on my desk, illuminated by the soft glow of my desk lamp , a constant reminder of the opportunity and the risks that lay ahead. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, they kissed my face gently, coaxing me awake. I squinted at the brightness, wishing I could hide from the world. With a reluctant sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor jolting me totally awake. The morning felt heavy with anticipation, the only sound being the birds that flew across the garden. ..oh I wish I was a bird.. After a quick shower, the warm water washed away some of my anxiety, if only for a moment. I took a deep breath, letting the steam wrap around me like a comforting blanket. Once
--- The day broke peacefully, but the tranquility felt deceptive, like a calm before a storm. Sweet bird songs drifted in from the garden, their cheerful melodies jarring against my restless thoughts. "Stupid birds..." The cold morning air crept through the walls of the empty mansion, amplifying the oppressive silence that wrapped around me. I shuddered involuntarily, the chill seeping into my bones. "Gosh, I can’t even get a good night's sleep in this fucking house," I muttered, tossing and turning in my sheets, gripping the fabric tightly as if it could shield me from the unease settling in my stomach. Perhaps it wasn’t just the cold that unsettled me. Maybe it was this place...the loneliness of it....or the weight of the job looming ahead. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, I needed to shake it off, and quickly at that. With a sigh, I rolled over and reached for my phone, desperate for a distraction. As the screen lit up, I began scrolling through adult videos, try