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She was a vision as her pleasure coursed through her and the tightness with the vibration pushed me over the edge. I grunted my release, and held onto her too tightly as my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. The sounds of comments reminded me we weren’t alone, and I caught myself from leaning forward.

I rubbed Valencia’s back and looked at her to make sure she was ok. She had a small smile on her face.

“Alright guys, I hope you liked the change in scene,” she said, resting her head on her hands. “Thanks for joining us.”

The comments were going wild again and the sound of tips were coming in fast. I wasn’t front and center and it sounded overwhelming. She blew a kiss before ending the live and I walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a towel.

“That was unexpected, and I think you broke my fans,” she said in exhaustion. “I’m also pretty sure I said to come by tomorrow morning.”

“I figured, why wait?” I shrugged, rolling her onto her back as I cleaned her up and removed the plug.

“Naughty boy, but also a little reckless,” she said, chastising me. “You could have been seen or worse someone could have recognized you.”

“I knew what I was doing,” I said, leaning over her to kiss her. “Come on, let’s get you out of this get-up and get you showered. While I love the red, I love your curls and blue hair more.”

She looked at me for a moment like she couldn’t believe what I had said.

“Ok,” she said. I swore she was blushing.

“Andale,” I said, smacking her ass.

She squealed, walked into the shower and once she pulled off her mask and hair, she felt like Valencia and not her alter ego. While Ruby had always been my fantasy, Valencia was becoming so much more than that.

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Valencia

One of the drawbacks of working in hockey was the time off you got during the holidays. With a game two days before Christmas and then two days afterwards, it didn’t leave a whole lot of room to travel and get shit done. My family was back in Florida, and while I would love to visit them, realistically, traveling was a nightmare. I would rather get two days to relax before having to subject myself to holiday traveling.

I stayed in Denver and did a Christmas Ruby Dix special. Hunter and Ro were very generous in their tipping, so nice that I let them into a private room while I got undressed and took a shower where I used the showerhead to make myself come. It was a pretty good Christmas, and I was not ready for the two back-to-back games and another one the day after.

I was grateful we were off on New Year’s as it gave me time to get ready for Easton’s non-profit gala. It was easy to get them set up and see where they were lacking with their social media. Their website needed some work, and a small amount of SEO helped. I was proud of how far we had gotten with everything, but I was most excited about the event tonight.

It was my first gala. The dress I had chosen for the evening was stunning. It was navy blue and looked amazing with my skintone and hugged me in all the right spots. I had treated myself to a blowout and style with a fresh set of nails that I kept on the short side. Once I was dressed, I slipped on some flats that had insoles because I knew I was going to be standing all day.

The event was held at a swanky industrial building that had been renovated. It was close to the design district, and I loved the opulence in a space like this. Love4all had outdone themselves in classiness without being over the top. I took pictures of the venue and the preparations, posting it on their social media account.

“You didn’t have to be here till five.”

I turned around to see Easton, dressed in a tux that fit him like a glove.

“I know, but I wanted to get some pictures of the people arriving,” I said, giving him a hug.

He squeezed me tightly.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for us,” he said, as he let me go.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I said blushing. “I love your organization and all that it does.”

“I wish you would have let me pay you,” he said, looking around the venue.

His Executive Director, Diane, was busy talking to the staff. She was just as passionate as Easton was and after hearing her story it made me feel so much for her. They were amazing together, helping so many kids. It made me a little sad I wasn’t going to be helping anymore, but I was so grateful they let me do this event.

“I don't need the money,” I shrugged. “This place needs it more than I do.”

“You’re too good for this world,” he said as Diane waved him over. “Make sure you eat and take enough breaks.”

He smiled before walking over to Diane. I admired him one more time before I took a bathroom break and got ready for the arrival of the first guests. As I got out of the bathroom, I noticed the band rushing in to set up. They all had varying degrees of attire, hauling in equipment.

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