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Vaginal & butt plugs.

Praise.

I needed to finish the liability portion. I took pictures of the signed NDAs and this document and uploaded it all to our secure portal. I then sent a copy to James.

Me: I’ll be in the shower. Toys are on the nightstand.

Casting my attention around the room, I found that everything was set up exactly how I requested.

The TV had been removed, the toys sat on the nightstand, and stepping to the dresser, I found several changes of clothes.

Buzzing caught my attention. Kazi had been blowing up my phone since I made it into the room, and Mateo was now joining forces to not let up.

I created a group chat and sent a text.

Me: I’m safe. I’ll call in the morning.

Shutting my phone off, I walked to the bathroom and was happy to see the mirror had been taken down.

The hotel was happy to oblige, I sent a substantial portion of my clients their way. And while sex work was typically frowned upon, dates that ended in sex were not.

I didn’t have the time to spiral into that hypocrisy.

Turning on the shower, I stripped out of my clothes as it heated up.

I dug deep, pushing down all of my insecurities. All the voices in my head telling me how disgusting I looked.

How every part of me was ugly.

I thought about Mateo, of the way that I affected him. Of the way I caught Kazi staring at me when he thought I didn’t notice.

Of how James had been entranced in my presence.

Maybe these flaws of mine had been made a million times worse by my own voice.

I would have to unpack that later.

Instead, I stepped under the shower’s now hot mist, I still wasn’t sure if this was a mistake or not.

I was anxious. Nervous.Excited.

This plan had seemed better on paper, but I wouldn’t be turning back now.

Too stubborn for all that.

By the end of the night, I would be filled with cum.

By a man twice my age.

Chapter 18

Mateo

Mateo wiped his hands before answering the phone.

“I need you to check her tracker. Or give me access like I told you to do days ago.” Kazi’s voice was more grating than usual.

“What did you do?” Mateo spit the words into the phone, casting a glance at his current project.

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