Lorelei’s POV
The studio lights felt harsher tonight.
I stepped out of the car on unsteady heels, the cool night air brushing against my bare p***y beneath the tight pencil skirt. No panties. Sinclair still had them locked away in his desk drawer like a trophy. Every step reminded me of what he’d done to me earlier. I still felt the stinging red handprints on my ass, the soreness in my jaw from choking on his thick c**k under his desk, and the constant low throb between my thighs.
I was still his c*m-stained, broken secretary even as I walked into WePornX Studios for my next performance.
The crew greeted me with the same professional warmth they offered me yesterday, but I could barely smile back. My stomach was a knot of dread and something far darker. The director, the same sharp-eye
