Sie stretched lazily in the rumpled hotel sheets, her entire body deliciously sore. The space beside her was empty, but Marco's musky scent still clung to the pillows. A note, written in messy handwriting, lay on his side of the bed: 

"Had to run. It was the best pussy I've ever had. See you soon. - M" 

A satisfied smile curled her lips as she rolled onto her back, her legs spreading slightly as she remembered every filthy detail from last night—Marco's thick cock stretching her open, his rough hands leaving bruises on her hips, and his growls in her ear as he came deep inside her. 

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, through the sticky evidence of their marathon session. She was still wet; she was still throbbing. The shower could wait. 

Spreading her legs wide, she dragged two fingers through her soaked folds, moaning at the sensitivity. "Fuck, Marco," she whispered, circling her swollen clit as she imagined him watching her now, stroking his cock while she played with herself. 

As her other hand firmly pinched her nipple, her fingers sank in, curling against that sensual spot. The double sensation sent sparks through her body. She fucked herself faster, her hips lifting off the bed, her moans echoing in the empty room as she came with Marco's name on her lips. 

Breathless and still buzzing with arousal, she finally stumbled into the shower. 

As Sie stepped under the cascading water, her body still humming from Marco’s thorough claiming, she let the hot spray pelt her sensitive skin, her fingers already drifting between her thighs. 

"God, I can still feel you..." she moaned, picturing Marco’s possessive grip on her hips as he’d pounded into her. 

From her toiletry bag, she pulled out her favourite toy—an 8-inch, veined glass dildo, whose smooth surface was already slick with water. She pressed the cold tip against her clit, hissing at the contrast. 

"Mmm... bet Marco wouldn’t stop at just one round," she murmured, working the toy in slow circles over her swollen nub. 

She turned, bracing one hand against the shower wall as she guided the dildo inside herself, gasping at the stretch. It was thicker than Marco—wider—and the water made every glide obscenely slick. 

"Fuck—!" Her head fell back as she thrust the toy deep, her free hand pinching her nipple. 

The steam thickened, fogging the glass doors as she fucked herself faster, water sluicing between her breasts. Her walls fluttered around the toy, and she pictured Marco watching, his dark eyes hungry. 

Then— 

The shower door creaked open slightly. 

A chill rushed over her despite the heat. 

"Hello?" 

No answer. But the shower curtain rippled—just slightly—as if someone had brushed past it. Sie’s breath hitched. 

Was she alone? 

Her pulse pounded, but the toy still moved inside her. She couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. 

"If you're going to watch… at least fucking help," she challenged, her voice shaky. 

The air shifted. 

A shadow lingered at the edge of the stall—tall, familiar. 

Sie whimpered as her fingers worked faster, her orgasm building like a storm. 

"Y-yes—!" 

She came violently, her knees buckling as pleasure exploded through her. The dildo slipped from her fingers, clattering against the tiles. 

When she caught her breath and wiped the glass clear— 

No one was there. 

But the scent of his cologne lingered. 

The Stalker's Game  

Two weeks later, the knocks at her door had become a routine. 2 AM. Three raps. Silence. 

Sie no longer rushed to answer. Instead, she lay in bed, thighs pressed together, aching—because the fear mixed with something else. 

Who was watching? 

And why did her body react every time? 

The heavy-breathing calls escalated. Now, there was laughter under the static. 

Low. Male. 

Intimately amused. 

The scene —The Filthy First Time 

Claire was gorgeous—long brunette waves cascading down her back, blue eyes like fractured ice. Her red lips curled as she appraised Sie. 

"You nervous?" Claire asked, stretching like a cat. 

Sie swallowed. "First girl-girl scene?" 

Claire smirked. "For you. Not for me." 

The cameras rolled as Claire pounced, her mouth crushing Sie’s in a deep, claiming kiss. Sie whimpered, fingers tangling in Claire’s silky hair. 

"You’re mine now," Claire growled, pinning Sie’s wrists above her head. 

Sie melted. 

Claire’s hands were everywhere— 

Teasing: Slowly circle around Sie's nipples, making them peak beneath her touch. 

Tasting: Her mouth devoured Sie’s tits, sucking bruises into the pale skin. 

Taking: Fingers plunged deep, scissoring Sie open as she screamed. 

"You drip like a fucking waterfall," Claire praised, lapping at Sie’s clit. 

Sie thrashed, her thighs clamping around Claire’s head. 

"M-more—!" 

Claire grinned. "Oh, baby. I’m just starting." 

A vibrating wand appeared in Claire’s hands 

"Ever had one inside while you came?" 

Before Sie could answer, the thick bulb pressed into her pussy, buzzing relentlessly. 

"FUCK!" 

Claire licked a stripe up Sie’s thigh, then sucked her clit between her teeth. 

Sie shattered— 

Her back arched off the bed, her scream raw as she gushed, the wand milking every last tremor. 

Claire didn’t stop. 

She flipped Sie onto her stomach, nudging her legs apart. 

"Now… let’s make you squirt for the cameras." 

A strap-on gleamed in the lights—thick, veined, intimidating. 

Sie’s mouth watered. 

Claire pressed in slowly, stretching Sie wide.  

"Oh FUCK—!" 

Sie sobbed as Claire pounded into her, the strap hitting deeper than any man. 

"That’s right," Claire purred, slamming home. "Take it like the whore you are." 

Sie screamed, her orgasm rupturing through her, soaking the sheets beneath them. 

The crew cheered. 

Claire rode her through three more screaming finishes before Tony finally called, "CUT!" 

The Twist—lights out 

The set plunged into darkness. 

Silence. 

Then— 

Laughter. 

Not Claire’s. 

Not Tony’s. 

A man’s. 

Deep. Hungry. 

"Sie…" His voice caressed her ear, rough with want. 

She knew that voice. 

Her blood froze. 

The lights blinked back on— 

Claire was gone. 

Tony was nowhere. 

Lipstick smeared the mirror. 

"SEE YOU SOON, BABY." 

THE FINAL REVEAL 

The studio was eerily quiet as Sie sat trembling on the ruined sheets, her heart pounding in her chest. The message on the mirror—"SEE YOU SOON, BABY"—sent chills down her spine. 

Then, the door creaked open. 

Marco stepped in, his dark eyes scanning the scene before landing on Sie. 

"Sie? What the hell happened in here?" Concern laced his voice, but beneath it was something calculated. 

Sie’s breath hitched. "Someone was here, Marco. The lights went out, and—" 

Before she could finish, the distant sound of laughter drifted in from outside. 

Sie’s head snapped toward the studio’s main entrance. 

There, leaning against a parked car, was Tom. 

Her ex-boyfriend. 

His smirk sent a flood of rage through her veins. 

Marco followed her gaze, his jaw tightening. "Wait here." 

THE SETUP 

Marco stormed outside, his long strides eating up the distance between him and Tom in seconds. 

"You were supposed to just scare her, not fucking vanish the whole crew!" Marco growled, shoving a thick envelope of cash into Tom’s chest. 

Tom laughed, pocketing the money. "Hey, I gave her a show, didn’t I?" He wiped his mouth, his grin turning vicious. "But let’s be real—you’re only doing this because you want her crawling back to you for safety. Pathetic." 

Marco’s hands balled into fists. "You don’t get to judge me. Not when I own your dirty little secret." 

Tom’s amusement vanished. 

"One word from me, and your wife finds out about those escort payments, Tom." Marco leaned in. "Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." 

Tom spat on the ground but didn’t argue. "This isn’t over." 

With that, he climbed into his car and peeled out of the lot. 

THE OFFER 

Marco returned to Sie, his expression softening as he saw her still shaken on the bed. 

"Sie…" He crouched in front of her. "You okay?" 

She stared at him, eyes wide. "Did you… did you know about this?" 

Marco hesitated just a second too long. 

"No," he lied smoothly. "But I’m not letting you stay here alone. Let me take you home." 

Sie wanted to argue, but the adrenaline crash left her exhausted. She nodded. 

The car ride was silent. Marco kept glancing at her, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. 

When they pulled up to her apartment, Marco turned to her. "Are you going to be alright?" 

Sie forced a weak smile. "Yeah. Thanks." 

She stepped out, but before she could shut the door, Marco called out, "Hey—if you need anything, call me." 

Sie nodded, watching as his taillights disappeared around the corner. 

THE WATCHER 

As she fumbled with her keys, a shadow moved across the street. 

Sie froze. 

Tom stood there, leaning against a lamppost, watching her with a predator’s smile. 

"Miss me, baby?" 

Her blood turned to ice. 

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5: RECKONING…