Chloe lay on the mattress, breathing heavily.
“That was great!” Rick called out from behind the cameras. “Really great work, everyone!”
She tried to sit up, but her thighs immediately protested. Her muscles felt soft and overworked, like after a workout that was way too intense. Cum stuck to her stomach, her breasts, her face, slowly drying on her skin.
Used and satisfied.
The two feelings existed simultaneously within her, without contradicting each other in the slightest. That was new.
A young assistant with a ponytail appeared next to the bed and handed her a warm towel. “Here, for your face first. I’ll get you a bathrobe in a minute.”
“Thanks.” Chloe wiped her eyes, then her cheeks. The towel was pleasantly soft.
Slowly, carefully, she sat up. Her legs still trembled slightly.
“Um, Chloe?”
Adam stood at the edge of the set, already wearing boxer shorts, and looked at her like a dog that had peed on the sofa.
“About earlier… I mean, when I got so excited…” He blushed up to his ears. “That was really embarrassing. I’m sorry. That doesn’t usually happen to me, I-“
Chloe laughed softly. “Adam, relax. Honestly, it’s not a problem for me, and I don’t think Rick is that mad either. They’ll just cut it out. And the second round went better.”
“You think so?”
“Sure. You’re definitely not the first person this has happened to, and you won’t be the last.”
His face brightened. “Okay. That, um, that reassures me a little.”
“No problem.”
He nodded awkwardly and disappeared toward the showers.
~
Under the shower, Chloe let the hot water run over her and watched as the encrusted cum was washed away into the drain.
I enjoyed it.
The thought just stood there, without the usual wave of shame or self-doubt that normally followed. She had let eight men fuck her in front of two cameras, and it had felt good. Really good. Hell, she had completely lost sight of the fact that there were cameras there at all.
Is this who I am now?
The question felt different than usual, not like the usual self-flagellation. Her question to herself seemed more serious, almost curious.
She liked it. So what? That didn’t make her broken or wrong. It didn’t change the exploitation in the industry, and it didn’t change her mission. It didn’t make her a worse person.
Another thought intruded, uninvited. Her investigation. She had just let eight men use her and enjoyed it, while somewhere else, maybe some girls were being…
No. I can’t fuck myself up like that for something that isn’t my fault. I’m allowed to enjoy things.
She pushed the thought away, turned the water hotter, and concentrated on the patter on her skin.
~
Freshly showered, clean, and with her hair still slightly wet, she made her way to the exit.
“Aaah, the queen of the day!” Marco was leaning against the wall by the exit, fully dressed again, with a sports bag and a grin on his face. “You did well, considering it was your first gangbang.”
Rick, who had been talking to him, turned around and nodded in agreement. “That’s right, really strong. You were a trooper today!”
“Thanks.” She grinned back. “Although I have to admit that the guys probably did most of the work.”
They both laughed.
“Have a nice day!” Marco called after her as she pushed open the door.
“You too.”
Outside, the late morning sun hit her. It wasn’t even noon yet. Life around her in the city had simply gone on, the world had kept turning, and the universe hadn’t cared what she had been doing in there.
She took a deep breath. The air smelled of exhaust fumes and warm asphalt, but after the stuffy and sweaty studio atmosphere, it was like fresh mountain air.
I want to splurge a bit. Shopping. Something nice to eat. Maybe a massage.
She deserved it.
~
The taxi dropped her off on a busy shopping street, far enough away from the hub that she felt reasonably safe. Before getting out, she remembered Elena’s advice. Baggy clothes, sunglasses, hair up. Her hair was still damp from showering, and she had pinned it up in a messy bun. Her clothes weren’t super baggy, but they would do. She rummaged in her bag for her cheap sunglasses and put them on.
Well, let’s hope the invisibility cloak works.
The clothing store she entered in the shopping mall was exactly the kind of store she would normally have walked past because the shop windows only displayed expensive brands and the prices were not displayed, which was always a bad sign. But today she didn’t care.
Ding-dong. A saleswoman in her mid-thirties with short red hair and a friendly smile came straight up to her. “Hello! Can I help you, or would you like to look around first?”
“I’ll just look around first, thank you.”
The woman nodded and discreetly withdrew.
After a while of just looking around and enjoying picking up the beautiful dresses and feeling the expensive fabrics, her gaze lingered on a gorgeous black dress. She held it up in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror.
I could only wear this to a fancy dinner or something. To a real date in a real restaurant where the menu is in French. Definitely not to Greasy Buns.
She put it over her arm anyway.
On another rack, she found an oversized T-shirt with an interesting-looking print from some old black-and-white movie. And a pair of large designer sunglasses, much bigger and much better than the cheap ones she was wearing.
For days when I want to disappear.
Ding-dong. She was on her way to the dressing room when a voice behind her said,
“Oh my God. You’re Chloe Heart, right?”
Chloe froze.
She turned around slowly. A man was standing there, maybe in his early thirties, wearing a polo shirt that was one size too small and a grin that was one size too wide.
“Um-“
“Yes, you are!” He stepped closer. A little too close. “I’m a huge fan. I’ve seen all your stuff. The Bound.com scene was awesome.”
Chloe felt her shoulders tense. “Thanks, but I’m just-“
“Can we take a picture?” He already had his phone in his hand. “My friends are going to freak out.”
“I’d rather fly under the radar today-“
“Come on.” He took another step closer. Patchouli. There was patchouli in his aftershave. Or was it a perfume? “Just one photo. It’ll take two seconds.”
Chloe took half a step back, but he followed her.
“I’m really not in the mood for…”
“I mean,” his voice deepened, taking on a tone that was probably meant to sound seductive. “Or maybe we could go for a drink? I know a nice quiet place around the corner.”
Her heart was pounding. She wanted to back away, but he didn’t give her any space and his body blocked the way to the exit.
“Excuse me.”
The saleswoman was suddenly standing next to them. Her voice was still friendly, but her eyes flashed dangerously. “She has made it pretty clear that she is not interested. I must ask you to leave the store.”
The man stared at her. “What? I’m just talking to her.”
“Sir, you’re bothering our customer. If you don’t leave immediately, I’ll call the police.”
For a moment, it looked like he was going to let it come to that, but then he just muttered something nasty, gave Chloe one last look, and disappeared through the door.
Chloe exhaled. Her hands were shaking slightly.
“Are you okay?” asked the saleswoman.
“Yes,” she lied. “Thank you.”
The woman shrugged and smiled sympathetically. “Some people just have no manners. I’ll go check and make sure he’s not waiting outside.”
When she came back, she nodded reassuringly to Chloe. “He’s gone.”
In the end, Chloe bought the dress, the T-shirt, and the sunglasses. And she left a big tip.
~
In a small, quiet café two streets away, Chloe ordered the largest, sweetest frappe they had, with extra cream and extra caramel, to calm her nerves after the shock.
“For here or to go?”
“For here.”
She found a seat in the far corner, sat down with her back to the wall, and took off her sunglasses.
The frappe was an absurd tower of whipped cream that rose above the rim of the glass, sprinkled with chocolate shavings and drizzled with caramel sauce that slowly ran down the side.
So much cream.
Chloe laughed as a thought occurred to her.
She pulled out her phone and saw a message from Ben but ignored it for now. Instead, she opened the camera.
She held up the glass, took a selfie with the giant frappe, making sure the background was neutral enough not to reveal her location. Then she typed a caption.
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She scrolled through the comments, replied to a few, spooning the cream off her frappe. Then another thought came to mind. Thompson. John. The girls. Dubai.
She pushed it away.
~
Through the café window, she saw a sign across the street. “Lotus Massage & Wellness.”
Perfect.
The reception area was small and simple, with bamboo elements and the soft splashing of a small tabletop fountain. A middle-aged Asian woman looked up from her computer screen.
“Hello! Do you have an appointment?”
“No, unfortunately not. Do you have anything available on short notice?”
The woman grimaced and typed grimly on her keyboard. “You’re in luck. Mai has a slot in ten minutes. Full body massage, sixty minutes?”
“Yes, please, that would be great.”
Ten minutes later, Mai led her into a darkened room where soft music played, somewhere between meditation and elevator music.
Chloe stripped down to her thong and lay down on the couch, face down in the padded opening, and Mai got started.
“Oh wow,” Mai murmured after a minute. “You’re very tense. Up here feels like concrete.”
“Stressful morning,” Chloe said quietly.
“Looks like it.” Mai worked her way up to her neck. “But you’re also very fit. Do you exercise a lot?”
“Just yoga, actually. But every morning.”
“Ah, I can really tell. You have very nice tendons!” There was a hint of admiration in her voice. “I do yoga too. Not every day, but when I have time.”
“What style?”
“Hatha. And you?”
“Vinyasa.”
The conversation ebbed away into a pleasant silence as Mai methodically worked on every knot in Chloe’s back, thighs, and calves with well-measured pressure. It was exactly what she needed. Firm pressure on her pain, that slowly dissolved into relief.
I should do this after every shoot.
She almost drifted away, floating in a state between wakefulness and sleep as the tension seeped out of her body.
When Mai was finished, she handed her a glass of water.
“Drink plenty today,” she said. “The massage releases toxins from the muscles.”
I highly doubt that.
“I will. Thank you.” Chloe smiled. “That was just what I needed.”
Mai smiled. “I’m very glad to hear that.”
Back outside on the street, her muscles felt like warm butter, and she simply strolled around leisurely, without any particular destination in mind. She just let herself drift. As she walked, she took out her cell phone and scrolled to Ben’s message, which she had ignored earlier.
Sunshine! How did it go today? I heard Rick was happy. By the way, we’ve already had three new offers since this morning. And a press inquiry. Not trade press, but mainstream. Could be a good opportunity!
14:22 PM
She frowned.
Mainstream press. Wow.
~
Back in her apartment, she dropped her shopping bags, kicked her shoes into the corner, and sat down on her squeaky bed.
Fucking bed.
Her gaze wandered to the laptop on the nightstand.
She hesitated for a moment. Then she opened it.
The document was still there. The cursor blinked patiently at the end of her last entries.
Thompson. John. Logistics. Girl. Merchandise. Dubai.
She read the words. Once. Twice.
There was nothing new to add. She had no new insights, no new evidence, and still no ideas on how to even obtain new evidence. She desperately wished for some flash of inspiration, some clever idea. But there was nothing.
Just the same fragments that refused to form a complete picture.
She closed her laptop, undressed, crawled under the thin blanket, and closed her eyes.
Today was okay.
Exhausting, yes. But she had fun. That was allowed. It had to be allowed. She would not drown in self-doubt. No.
There’s nothing wrong with staying sane.
protein in the morning, carbs at noon, queen knows how to live 🙌
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