Tommy drove downtown—the studio was a large modern building, with a glass facade reflecting the afternoon sun, and a sign at the entrance, “Professional Studio LA”. “This is it,” he said. I stepped out, heart pounding. “Stella, I wish you luck, don’t be nervous, you’ll manage like always,” he added encouragingly and drove off. I stood in front of the building, looked at it, and felt my knees tremble a little. I had always...

I woke up in my bed, my body heavy and my breathing uneven. I had slept only a couple of hours. My blonde hair was tangled and stuck to my neck, damp from restless night sweats. The light blanket lay crumpled around my naked body. My heart beat faster than I wanted to admit, and my skin felt hot. The arousal that had gripped me last night—when I heard and saw Laura and Marcus behind the curtain—hadn’t faded. My thoughts w...

I lay in my bed, my body tense, my heart beating faster than I wanted to admit—I had just fled from the living room, where the spin-the-bottle game had left me in only black lace panties, my blonde hair tangled and falling over my shoulders, my skin hot from the wine and the embarrassment that had overwhelmed me. A light blanket barely covered my bare body, and I felt my chest rise faster, my aroused nipples pressing agai...