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They are the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.

“Just like that,” I call out. But she’s distracted by JD’s mouth. And he is groping her now. He fists her breast and yanks on her hair until her head tilts back. The light catches her face again, but this time her eyes are closed. She moans.

My dick swells.

JD’s hand slips under the short dress. It’s got a yellow flower pattern to it with a little ruffle along the hem, a hem that’s barely long enough to cover her panties, which are white. White cotton panties. All stuck to her, showing off her pussy and, if I look through the lens and zoom in, her little button of a clit. All swollen and ready for JD’s fingers to do their magic.

I draw in a breath as he makes his move. My anger is mounting. I cannot believe he stole her right in front of me. And I don’t give a fuck if she’s drugged up from a wild night out. Or that she’s cold and shaking all over from fear. I saw her first. That’s the rule. We’ve had it for years, and we’ve never broken that one rule.

Until today.

And fuck that. She’s mine.

I’m about to charge out there and start shit when the girl’s legs buckle and she slumps down to the ground. JD follows her, effortless, seamlessly, like the actor he is, and then he’s pulling her into his lap. I adjust the camera just as he opens up her legs, pulling her panties aside. She’s shaved bare, which makes me pause for a moment. But then his fingers dip into the v of her legs and slip under those perfect pink lips, and that’s all I can take. I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off, then walk out there to set his ass straight.

Because she’s mine.

As soon as I step out onto the terrace, JD stops what he’s doing and shoots me a look. “What’s up?” he asks with a smile.

I ignore him and walk to the other side of the girl and bend down in front of her. Her head is lolling to one side, that’s how out of it she is. “What’s your name?” I ask her.

She straightens her chin and shrugs JD’s hand off her shoulder as he tries to get her attention back. “Fuck you,” she spits. “I just want my money.” Her words come out slurred and her head drops down towards her chest.

“Well,” I say back calmly, “I’ll call you Blue Eyes, then. How’s that?”

“You can call me whatever—”

I lean in and grab her face, my fingers wrapped along her jaw and my thumb pushing into her cheek. “Do you want your money or not?”

She slaps my hand away and tries to get up, but her legs buckle underneath her again and she falls into JD.

“Jesus, Ark. Just go back to the camera and let me handle this.”

“Fuck that,” I say back, my eyes never leaving the girl. “I want in on this one.”

“What?”

I look over at him, logging his surprise, but not caring much.

“Why?”

“Why not?” I say back, settling down next to him, my back against the clear wall that separates us from the Denver city streets eight floors below. “Is she even conscious, JD? Look and see.”

He leans down to try to see her face through the curtain of long hair and the drooping slope of her neck. “Fuck, I don’t know.”

I reach for her hand and she’s suddenly all arms and legs as she tries to push me off. “Get away,” she growls. “Get off me. If you try to take my money—”

“Quiet,” I snap back at her, forcing her face close to my mouth. She’s panting, and the hair falling over her face puffs out with each breath. “You’re on something. We don’t film girls on drugs. So we’re gonna have to cut this short. You can take your two hundred and go.”

I start to get back up to my feet, but her small hand darts out and grabs my wrist. “Wait.” She pushes her hair out of her eyes with her other hand and tries to look me straight on. “Wait, please. I’m not a druggie. I swear. I’m not. They shot me up with something last night. They got me high and I don’t know what happened next. I just…”

Her words trail off and I look over at JD and shrug. “Dude, this is bad news. She’s not good for anything. We’ve got no contract, we’ve got no test, and there’s no way we can sell anything we’re doing here. Why bother?”

JD opens his mouth to say something, but the girl beats him to it. “Just, please. One more chance. I’ll sign anything you want. I’m not underage. I’m not on drugs. I just got caught up in something bigger than me. I just need money to get home.”

“Ark,” JD says. He takes a deep breath. “Maybe we can’t use her for business, but we can make some good memories trying.” He laughs a little and that smile he’s famous for breaks through. “Right?”

The girl turns to him now, realizing he’s her ticket to the promised money. “Please.” She places her palm flat against his stubbled cheek. “Please, JD.”