Page 73 of The Casting Couch

And I was still hard.

Kill me.

“I can… I can do it,” I muttered, trying to grab the towel.

“No,” he said, dead serious, like I was trying to do something noble and self-sacrificial instead of just salvage what remained of my dignity.

I looked up at Moira.“Please tell me there’s a shower here.Or, like, a priest with holy water to cleanse me of my sins.”

She grinned.“Of course!We shoot porn!We got two showers, a hot tub, a waterproof sling, and a weird inflatable tub thing that only gets used during Halloween specials.”

“Great,” I mumbled, the room suddenly spinning with equal parts lust and nausea.“Love that for me.”

“I’ll show him,” Nico said, pulling me to my feet like I was a rag doll.The towel dropped.My robe fluttered.My dick was still leaking.It was all very glamorous.

Not.

Laura walked over, flanked by Liam and Nessa.The expressions on their faces were exactly what you’d expect from people looking at someone covered in… jizz.

“You did great,” Laura said, then winced.“And you’re, uh… very brave.”

“Very,” Liam echoed, face somewhere between admiration and horror.

Nessa made a gagging sound and fanned her face.“I’ve seen some things in this business, baby.But this?This might be the one that sends me to therapy.”

Laura tossed me my robe.I slipped into it, finally putting a barrier between me and the rest of the world’s fluids.

Nico didn’t wait.He grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward the hallway that led to the dressing rooms.

“You don’t have to drag me,” I muttered, trying to keep pace.“I’m not gonna run off into the streets like some deranged Porn Cinderella.”

He didn’t laugh.

We turned the corner.Passed the break room.Passed the costume closet.And right as we hit the showers, I felt a buzz in the pocket of my robe.

Phone.

I pulled it out, already bracing for some dumb text from Jack or an embarrassing emoji from Nessa.

But no.

It was a notification.One that punched me right in the fucking chest.

PAROLE CHECK-IN: 2:30 PM

Room 206—Downtown Reentry Services

The current time?

2:38.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, eyes wide.“I forgot about my meeting with my parole officer.”

Nico stopped cold.

“What?”

“I was supposed to be downtown ten minutes ago,” I croaked, already doing the mental math on how far we were from the subway.“Oh, my God.Oh my God!If I miss another one of these…”

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