Time flies, gun vanishes, you graduate

As things would have it, you found very few reasons to meddle any more with the gun. Some part of you begrudgingly admits that being a filth-loving porn star dudette was probably not what your past life persona as Mark would have wanted for himself.

Fortunately for you both, he did manage to give you the drive and willpower to actually get somewhere in life. Double the fortune considering the gun vanished from its hiding spot a day after you hid it there. You don't know what happened and felt a bit paranoid a while after that, but you are pretty sure it wasn't Steve taking it.

Either way, you kept on living life the way you liked it. It's been two years of grinding, academically and professionally and privately, but you did it! you graduated and have gotten an junior job position in a large construction company! Steve and many of your closest friends had a party this weekend for you. You still have time to do some videos on the side, but you do it more for your own pleasure than the money now.

**** still makes you a slut though. You hope work doesn't require you to use the alcoholic soap too much, or there might be trouble. You pick up your phone and check out some of the images that were sent to you after the weekend. You come across one in particular that you feel sums up the event nicely.

You admit that you do remember that event, but you're pretty sure that was early in the evening. Oh well, everyone seems to have gone home happy from the event. You gave extra attention to those dropping by without letting their spouses know. Even if you discouraged them from coming if they weren't allowed to, it does make you feel special when they show up to an orgy for you at the risk of breaking up with their girlfriends. Oh well, you concede that very few girls can compete with someone like you. No wonder you always were more popular with the boys.

You lock your phone as someone knocks at the door of your office. It is time to meet your new colleagues. You smile to yourself suspecting half of the men will be giving you long stares as they try to remember where they've seen your face before. Maybe you should hide a few photos from your portfolio around the building and pretend you're being smeared by your female colleagues to break the ice and get a few new friends? No point in being famous on the internet if you can't use it in real life somehow, right?

[end(?): "Elbow grease" Selene, tomboy and the hub of the wheel]