Riley arrived at the warehouse early the next morning, her body still sore from the last shoot but her mind buzzing with a strange new hunger. The $10,000 deposit had hit her account, and for the first time in months she wasn’t worried about rent or minor bills anymore. But it wasn’t just the money anymore. She kept replaying the feeling of being completely stuffed, covered, and used. She wanted more.
Marcus met her with a grin. “Today’s scene is special, Riley. We’re calling it the Limit Breaker. No script and no mercy. The guys are going to push you harder than ever. We have the full studio, the swing, the bench, everything. Are you ready?”
Riley swallowed hard, then lifted her chin. “I am. I want to show everyone I’m not just some nervous newbie anymore. Let’s make it f*****g nasty.”
