Page 29 of Doc's Decision

I sit in my condo, eyes glued to my computer screen as I edit the latest steamy content Zoe and I filmed over the past few days.

Spark plays the role of cuckolded husband to perfection as Zoe and I tease and tantalize him on camera, never quite giving him the satisfaction he craves.

Clicking through the footage, I can't help but marvel at how our subscriber count has skyrocketed past 100,000 since Zoe brought Spark into our naughty little partnership.

The chemistry between them is electric, even if Spark is only allowed to touch Zoe while I remain strictly off limits to him.

As I splice together the hottest moments, I find my mind wandering to thoughts of Doc and the undeniable connection growing between us lately.

It both thrills and terrifies me.

After a string of failed relationships with men, I thought I had sworn off getting involved with men again… but yet here I am with Doc.

Relationships with men have only ever been too risky, too unpredictable for me.

But there's something about Doc that draws me in against my better judgment.

The way his eyes smolder when he looks at me, the rasp of his voice, the raw masculinity he exudes.

It's intoxicating and I'm finding it harder to resist.

My phone chimes with a text from Doc:

Still on for drinks tonight, darlin'? Can't wait to see you.

I bite my lip, typing back:

Wouldn't miss it. Meet you at the clubhouse at 6. Prepare to be blown away ;)

Tossing my phone aside, I refocus on finishing up the video edits, determined to have everything queued up and ready to post for our eager fans over the next week.

The money Zoe and I are raking in from our content still feels surreal sometimes.

Just a few months ago I was struggling to get by after my identity was stolen, worrying how I'd make my mortgage payments.

I didn’t tell anyone about it… because it was my battle.

Now I'm completely debt-free with a hefty cushion in my bank account.

It's a powerful feeling, knowing my hard work and willingness to push boundaries is paying off so handsomely.

For the first time, I'm completely financially independent, beholden to no one.

The freedom is dizzying.

With the last video scheduled to post, I glance at the time—4pm already.

I hop in the shower, shaving and soaping up every inch before emerging to get dolled up for Doc.

I slip into a black lace bodysuit that hugs my curves in all the right places, tugging on skin-tight jean shorts overtop.

Zipping up knee-high leather boots, I give myself an approving once-over in the mirror.

I look hot as hell and I know it.

A black leather jacket and crossbody purse complete the look along with a sweep of mascara and a bold red lip.

Satisfied that Doc won't know what hit him, I head out to my car, excitement already simmering in my veins for the night ahead.

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