One more outfit.

My phone finally vibrates, and I answer it without missing a beat.

"Vi? You okay?"

"Yeah!" Her cheery voice chirps sweetly. I can hear the faintest hum of a car engine in the background. "Sorry for the delay, Blake asked me to do one more outfit if I had the time. We had to rush through the last outfit since it was a last-minute thing, and it involved this other lady that showed up at the end."

The breath I was holding—that I had only recently exhaled—returns. My lungs fill with oxygen that keeps the space selfishly.

"Oh yeah? Anyone I would know?"

I hear the faint sound of the indicator clicking coming through the phone.

"Dunno. Her name was Steph Solson."

A subconscious thought forces a twist in my gut. Why does Steph Solson sound familiar?

"Nah, I don't think I know either of them. I guess more specifically her."

"Mhmm. But now I have a fun little surprise I can show you later."

"What's the outfit? Any spoilers for lil ol' me?"

"Nuh uh, baby. I'll save this one for a special occasion before I show you."

She giggles as I groan exaggeratedly.

"Okay, I just wanted to update you—going to get back to driving before I die in a horrible car accident. Bye! Love you!"

"Drive carefully!!! My god, bye, love you too!"

And as soon as it started, the call ends. I breathe a sigh of relief and look through the photos again. What kind of outfit could she be keeping a secret? I stare at the green lingerie—the way her ass sits perfectly in it, the way her hair contrasts against the material.

I open an incognito tab. I know in the back of my head that the name Steph Solson shouldn't be in a normal search history.

Oh shit.

The first result: Pornhub.

The second result: OnlyFans.

She took some photos with a pornstar...

I stare at the photos and wildly swipe between the four, my cock pulsing as my hand glides furiously. Imagining the photo shoot. The kind of outfits she could’ve worn.