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I grab the camera and walk towards the tub.

JD just stares at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I ignore him. This girl started out as mine and that’s how she’s gonna stay. “You want that money, Blue Eyes? Suck my cock and I’ll pay you double.”

“Hey, asshole,” JD says. “She’s not—”

But she is. Because her hands are already reaching for me. I step into the tub and the water laps against my jeans as I get close enough for her to grab me.

And the second her tiny hands wrap around my dick, I fucking groan. She squeezes it a little and then her mouth is coming at me. Her lips are parted, her tongue flat and ready to take me in.

“You better fucking film it then,” JD says.

I smile at him and point my camera down at Blue Eyes and capture the moment her lips first wrap around my head. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I whisper, palming her head with my free hand. I glance down at JD and he’s looking up at me with an interest I can’t quite gauge. “What?”

“You’ve never filmed yourself before. Ever.”

It’s not true. But I’ve never filmed myself in front of him. “So?” I say, taking my attention back to Blue.

“So why now?”

“She wants it, that’s why.”

And she does. Because she sucks my dick like it’s delicious. Her tongue twirls around my head like she can’t get enough. Her hand pumps along my shaft with an intoxicating twisting motion that tells me she’s done her share of blowjobs. I close my eyes, hoping like fuck that the camera will stay steady as I try to enjoy the attention.

But then a hand comes up underneath my balls and I open my eyes back up to make sure I catch it on film.

JD’s hand has hers and he’s urging her to cup me.

“What the fuck, dude?” I ask him. But then he squeezes her hand and she squeezes me, and holy mother, that shit, combined with her sucking and twisting, just obliterates my mind.

“Take him, Blue,” JD says, mimicking the name I’ve given her in my head. “Take him all the way in.” And then he pushes her head towards my groin and forces her mouth to open wider. Her tongue to flatten down even more along my shaft. And her throat to open up.

I watch this all play out from the other side of the lens. JD and the girl. Me and the girl. JD’s hand making sloshing waves under the water as he plays with her pussy.

And then it’s too much. My balls tighten up and I shoot my come down her throat. She chokes and it runs out of her mouth and plops into the water, but she keeps sucking on my cock, like she’s been trained how to end a blowjob properly, her blue eyes upturned to look at me as I film her, the streaks of makeup still staining her cheeks. And when I’m done she pulls back. Slowly. So very, very slowly.

And she silently mouths, Please help me.

I put the camera on the counter nearby and kneel down in the tub so I can cup her face with my hands. “What kind of help do you need?”

“Keep me,” she says through her sob. “Please. Just keep me. I can’t go back.”

“Go back where?” JD asks, turning her away from me in a way that makes me think he’s jealous. “Who is after you?”

The girl shakes her head and starts to cry again. “I can’t say. I can’t. I need to go home, but I can’t go home, either.”

“Where’s home?” I ask.

“Montreal.”

“Where’s your passport?” JD asks.

She just shakes her head.

JD looks up at me. “She can stay here.”

I stare at them both for a second, wondering what this is. Something is off, but I can’t quite figure out what. “Of course,” I say, nodding. I need more time with this girl. More pictures. More talking. More everything. I place my hand on her cheek and turn her head back to me, tipping it up at the same time so she has to meet my gaze. “You can stay here until you sort it out.”