Page 1 of Marked By the Pack
Chapter 1
Tuesday
Zoey
Ten years ago, my best friend Emma and I went to a party that changed our lives forever. She fell head over heels in love with an older man. And I…filmed a sex tape with a few guys from our rival school’s soccer team.
Yes, that party changed our lives in very different ways. But both changes were momentous.
Emma was off right now spending the night with the love of her life, Callum. Hopefully not asking a bunch of unnecessary questions about his past and freaking herself out. Because her man absolutely had a long, sordid past. After all, Callum was a vampire. For real. I couldn’t make this up even if I tried. My best friend was dating an actual vampire.
And I was all alone finishing a bottle of wine, hoping Emma would be back soon so I could hear all about her night. But while I was waiting, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night ten years ago. And that sex tape.
The momentous part wasn’t the sex tape itself. I mean, it was fun and all. But really just a pretty normal night. It wasn’t my first sex tape, which I’m still very grateful for. It wasn’t even the first time I’d agreed to film a tape with a soccer player. I’d always had a thing for hot goalies.
The momentous part was that…the guys leaked it a few weeks later.
At first I’d been mortified.
I hadn’t told a soul about it, hoping that it would magically just go away. But if anything, it did the opposite. The views on it kept going up and up and up. And before long it wasn’t on just one illicit site, but dozens.
The more it grew, the more I freaked out. My face was all over the internet. My naked body was on every porn site imaginable.
I saw all the comments, the good and the bad. It was mostly good. And I tried to ignore the bad. Really, I did my best. But somehow I’d stopped scrolling on one that said I had a butter face. Of course I had to Google what a butter face was. I thought my face looked greasy in the video or something, which would have been tragic. Nope. It means that a person has a banging body but a not-so-great face. Everything But. Her. Face.Excuse you?The guy that said it was probably a nerd jerking off to the video in his mother’s basement. But. Your. Personality. Dick. Internet trolls are the worst.
Anyway, after I read the butter face thing, I promised myself I’d stop looking. It wasn’t worth my time. My sex tape had gotten leaked. Oh well. It happens. Life goes on. I had school to focus on.
But then someone slid into my DMs on Instagram and asked how much I charged for a topless photo. Someone had found me. My name wasn’t attached to the video in any way, but the more the video spread, the more messages I got requesting things.
Mostly weird stuff.
But some of the requests were kind of hot.
Either way, it gave me an idea. I could just…do what the guys wanted. Send them the pictures and videos they were requesting.What?College is expensive AF.
So I signed up for a MyFanatics account.
And while Emma was getting well rested before exams and doing other things to take college seriously… I was up late flirting with clients and filming some wild stuff. Oh, and making six figures doing it.
Ten years later, I have one of the top 20 MyFanatics accounts. The only difference is that now I wear a mask. Not because of the butter face comment.Asshole.I wear a mask so I can live my life in this cute little town without anyone judging me for what I do to actually make money.
Speaking of which, it was time to log on.
I finished my glass of wine and hurried upstairs. My lingerie drawer was still open from my last session. I grabbed a red, lacy number and pulled on a pair of matching heels.
Ten years ago, I would have stopped right there. But I wasn’t an amateur anymore. So I grabbed my jet black wig and pulled it over my blonde hair. And to top it all off, I strapped my black leather bunny mask over my eyes. It concealed the top half of my face, leaving my cheeks and lips exposed. Which was important for what I was about to do.
I walked over to my desk and turned on my computer and large monitor, my microphones, my webcam, my other two cameras with alternate angles, and switched on my ring light and my new LED tube light that I was still getting used to. I adjusted the brightness just a bit before grabbing my remote that controlled everything.
And then I grabbed my second laptop and sat down in the middle of my bed.
I logged in to the site and looked back at my big monitor to see the different angles. I played around on my remote to zoom in and out a bit on each camera.Perfect.I arched my back a little and hit the LIVE button.
There were three men I always talked to whenever I logged on.
GamerGrudge69 aka Grudge – a gamer in his early twenties with blue hair. He always wore a bandana around his forehead and his t-shirts were classically wrinkled. I was pretty sure he lived on his computer. He was probably the closest thing I had to a friend, other than Emma, of course. He was a tech genius that had helped me with my cam set up.
Then there was Elias12492 – aka Elias. He was the only one that gave his real name. And I was pretty sure the numbers after his username were just his birthday. He had dark hair and always wore a suit and glasses like he’d just come from work. And he acted nerdy and shy. But I couldn’t tell if it was just a game or not, because he was smoking hot. I couldn’t figure out what he was up to, because he never wanted me to do anything sexy. He always just wanted to talk. Which was fine, because he was fascinating. He knew a lot about everything. And I loved asking him questions that I hoped would stump him. I never had. And now I was wondering if his name was even really Elias and if he was born on January 24th, 1992.
