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The rest of the day’s auditions dragged on in a dull haze. Faces blurred, names evaporated the moment each girl walked out. You signed a few more contracts, doled out polite rejections, and let Nicole handle the scheduling. Nothing stuck—your mind was still slick with Stephanie’s taste, the echo of her moans looping behind your eyes.

Your phone buzzed. A text from Jade Vega—one of your top pornstar clients, the kind whose brand ran on autopilot. "In town. Drink? Need to talk."

You typed back: "On my way."

You grabbed your jacket, told Nicole to lock up, and stepped into the evening heat, pulse already quickening. Jade never “needed to talk” unless money, leverage, or something deliciously dangerous was on the table.