She had never wanted to become a performer. In all honesty, the idea of being found out had long terrified her. In an age of influencers and self-broadcasting, she had remained a private young woman. Her demeanor was discreet; her beautiful curves were always hidden under flowy, long garments.
She was not virginal nor prudish. Quite the contrary. Her favorite pastimes included swallowing cum, watching porn that pushed her kink threshold, and doing Tinder hookups with men too old for her. Her brain was definitely full of filth. It’s just she felt that no one had to know about it. Her sweet appearance helped keep her secret.
How someone like her found herself in a place this sordid seemed beyond explanation. The building security guy did a double take. The secretary asked her where she was intending to visit. The guy behind the desk took a long look at her when she entered, trying to infer things before he started his intake interview.
“Hey there, thanks for coming by,” he said, extending his hand to her, almost formal. Her own grasp shivered as she accepted his handshake, her sight following the tattoos up his arm.
“Thank you…”