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We’d sit on the hood of his car, silver paintwork warm against the backs of my legs as we made out. Why is it that we let ourselves fall for appearances? A circus of supercars had been abandoned on the sweeping drive and were being whisked away by identical-looking valets.“Leave your purse here,” Neil murmured. Immediately in front of me, two girls wearing bunny ears and nothing else were making out and fingering one another urgently.“What the fuck? Almost everyone had a mask on and the level of nudity was shocking. A portal back to reality.“C’mon,” he said, “Let’s get a drink.”We walked past what I thought was two guys having anal sex but then realised the guy taking it was also giving it to a third guy who was then giving it to a fourth.

Celebrities were flirting, getting drunk on champagne and racing Lamborghinis. Neil walked his fingers from my knee up to the hem of my dress and then walked them back down. I don’t know if he realised or if he was lost in thought. My mind flicked back to lazy summer high school days back in Nevada. A distant memory now, someone young, warm and easy to get along with. The thought of him hurt a little, as I sat in the back of a chauffer-driven car with an offensively rich man’s hand under my skirt. Neil seemed to know them and we walked in unhindered. My mask wasn’t sitting right and I had half a mind to take it off but as I reached up to touch it, my hand froze. How could someone with such a tiny waist have such huge tits? She laughed and wandered off, leaving me staring at her swaying tail. Neil was still holding my hand and even though he was the one who’d brought me into the lion’s den, I felt like he was a safety net.

A bunch of girls who looked about my age were parading down a catwalk in the middle of the room. A lithe redhead got auctioned off for ,000 and seemed very excited. The guy who won her seemed nice enough but he wore a goddamn horse mask. My palms were damp with sweat and when Neil stopped to kiss me, I kissed him back so hungrily that I bit his lip. All I could follow was the progress of his fingertip as it slid out and went to push against my clit.“I don’t – I don’t do things like this,” I gasped, holding onto his shoulders.“I can see that. Every day had become a blur of menial service jobs interspersed by failed auditions. I’d been chasing dreams so long thatmy legs had almost given out. Did anything matter when a guy like Neil wanted to fuck me?

Actually, one of my characters looks just like you.”I laughed. ” I asked, wide-eyed.“She looks like a total bitch,” he quipped, and we laughed. I felt like I was witnessing the depths of depravity and yet every inch of me pulsed with need. ”I clenched a little desperately as his finger eased inside me.

Through the thin wall separating our bedrooms, I could hear my roommate Alexandra going at it ferociously with her latest boyfriend. I did my makeup in record time, playing it safe with extra eyeliner and lip-gloss. No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

I looked into the drowning sea of faces, my vision blurred. Lying on the single mattress, I heard my alarm ringing for the fourth time in one day. Keys, coins, pens and scraps of paper fell onto the threadbare carpet. I propped myself up on an elbow and pushed back tousled hair. Horns honked furiously as I darted across the busy street. She was so smug I could hardly look at her.“If it is, you’ll come, right? “I heard he’s funding an indie movie starring Joshua Levison.”I folded my arms across my chest and tried not to look excited.“Didn’t Hamilton make his money as an arms dealer? His money is dirty.”Alex looked blank.“Is there such a thing as clean money? He sipped his drink, his eyes never leaving mine.“Isn’t Nat Swann your girlfriend? My knees sank automatically to the floor and I leaned forward, taking him eagerly into my mouth. My mouth fell open and Neil’s cock pushed inside again. Neil came first, his mouth twisting into a snarl as he jerked deep in my mouth. Flipping over the heavy envelope, I tore it open, sliding out a sheaf of papers. ”His smile was so perfect and warming it made me feel weak. Upstairs, a sweeping corridor led to numerous open bedrooms. On the king-sized bed, a trio of girls were having oral sex in a triangle. On the far side of the bed, a straight couple were 69ing while a guy watched. Thankfully, the only occupant was one young woman who lay on the floor talking to herself, clearly high. Neil’s mouth found mine again, his tongue darting in as his hand slipped under my skirt. And yet, Neil’s fingers were pushing past my lacy underwear and it was all I could do not to moan. He gave her instructions on how to arrange herself. I came out to have a good time.”“So you decided to dance with me to make your ex jealous? ”I narrowed my eyes at him but he only smiled wider.“Actress slash waitress slash bartender ,” I corrected. They wore nothing but identical leather collars.“Slave auction,” Neil explained. I trailed Neil across the room and up a flight of stairs occupied by more than one amorous couple. I wondered hazily about rumpled sheets, maids and laundry bills. He pushed his mask up for better access and we fell through the door of another bedroom. Over his shoulder, I could see a couple already in the doorway watching us with interest. I knew the morals I had, the things I did and didn’t do. That’s what makes it so much dirtier.”I wondered if anyone could hear us. There was something so very personal about talking to him while he fingered me. A man in a tux walked in and started sketching the girl on the floor. ”The timer started counting down from thirty, each second punctuated by a harsh bleep. Alex clutched my arm.“Elle, I swear I just saw Annabel Rexel,” Her nails dug harder. I felt more out of place than I would have in the goddamn shark tank. “I never have a clue what he’s talking about.” She took my champagne and sipped it. He cleared his throat, extracted a cue card and timer from his pocket and read in a clear voice:“What are the five stages in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs? He had a small smile on his artificial, Hollywood-aged face.“This general knowledge. Past the enormous entry doors was a hall and off it, a huge room which seemed to have been created solely for parties. Nobody seemed particularly interested in the pair of soullessly drifting sharks. Huge glass doors led out into the private rear gardens. I found myself wishing I’d stayed home, or taken an overtime shift at the diner. Magnus’s blue eyes lit up.“I used to drive on the Nürburgring at college.”Alex and I looked at each other as he disappeared through the crowd.“Don’t ask,” she sighed, downing her entire flute of champagne. I didn’t have time to take in more than the obvious. As it stood, I was now half-awake and alert enough to note that I still hadn’t changed out of my waitressing outfit from the shift at Cali’s Diner. ” Alex prompted, “I , I have great news.”I looked at her.“What news? Alex always had a party to go to and she usually staggered home at midday, riding progressively worse hangovers.“And? ” She did her best to dance whilst sitting on the couch.“ going,” I corrected flatly. His European accent made everything sound wonderfully dirty but I had to agree that in her glittery dress and stilettoes, Alex did look incredible I showered hastily and put on my one pretty dress; a short black Valentino piece I’d foolishly bought after booking my first commercial. I blinked and looked down to discover I was still wearing my party dress. If found posted anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.


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