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The cocktail bar pulsed with a low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses, dim lights casting a warm glow over the polished wooden surfaces and plush booths. Vanessa slid into a corner seat at a high-top table, her heart racing a little as she scanned the room. Across from her sat Alice, her best friend, who was turning heads without even trying. In her late 20s, Alice was a striking bottle blonde, her glamorous hair cascading in loose waves down her back, framing a face with full lips and sharp cheekbones. Her big, fake boobs strained against the thin fabric of a low-cut red mini-dress that hugged her curves, the neckline plunging deep enough to reveal generous cleavage that drew lingering stares from every man who passed by. The hem rode high on her toned, tanned thighs, and she crossed her legs slowly, knowing full well the effect it had—smiling coyly at a group of suited guys at the bar who couldn't peel their eyes away, one even raising his glass in a subtle toast that made her laugh softly.

Vanessa watched her friend bask in the attention. Alice thrived on it, always had—flirting with her eyes, tossing her hair just so, making the room feel like her personal stage. 'God, you own this place,' Vanessa said, shaking her head as she flagged down the waiter for their drinks. A cosmopolitan for her, gin and tonic for Alice.

Alice leaned back, arching slightly to accentuate her figure, and grinned. 'What can I say? It's a gift. So, spill—what's got you looking all secretive tonight? Work stress? Alan being his usual perfect self? Or is it something juicier?' She sipped her drink as it arrived, her eyes sparkling with that playful curiosity that always pulled confessions out of Vanessa.

They chatted easily at first—gossip about mutual friends, Alice venting about her latest disastrous date with a guy who talked too much about his crypto investments, Vanessa sharing a funny story from her office. But as the drinks flowed and the jazz band in the corner picked up a sultry rhythm, Vanessa felt the words aching to get out. She toyed with the stem of her glass, the pink liquid swirling, and finally leaned in, her voice dropping low. 'Okay, Alice, I've got something wild to confess. Alan and I... we — I mean I’ve — been making porn videos. Like, actual professional stuff. I'm basically a porn star now.'

Alice's eyes widened for a split second, then she burst into laughter, nearly spilling her gin and tonic. She set the glass down with a clink, leaning forward so her cleavage pressed against the table's edge, drawing another glance from a nearby bartender. 'Wait, porn videos? Like, you and Alan filming yourselves getting it on in the bedroom? Oh my god, Van, that's adorable. I mean, come on, everyone does that.' She winked, her blonde waves bouncing as she shook her head, clearly amused by what she thought was Vanessa's over-the-top nervousness. 'You're blushing like it's some big scandal. Spill the details—does Alan have a secret fetish for role-playing or something? Nurse outfits? Handcuffs?' Alice's voice dripped with teasing playfulness, her full lips curving into a smirk as she savored her friend's squirming discomfort, oblivious to the deeper truth hanging in the air.

Vanessa shifted in her seat, her cheeks heating up as she gripped her cosmopolitan tighter. The bar's sultry jazz seemed to underscore the tension, the saxophone's wail resonating with the uncertainty she felt admitting to dabbling in sex work. 'No, Alice, it's not just... home stuff. We're talking like, you know, lights-camera-action. Like, uploaded online, millions of views. I did a scene with three other guys. It’s on Pornhub.' She rushed the words out, watching Alice's expression flicker from amusement to confusion, then back to skepticism. Vanessa could see the doubt in her friend's eyes—the way Alice's manicured nails tapped the table, dismissing it as exaggeration.

'Scenes with other guys? Come on, you're pulling my leg. You and Alan are like the poster couple for monogamy. If it's just some amateur kink vids, own it! No need to amp it up to porn star levels to impress me.' Alice chuckled again, crossing her legs under the table, the slit in her red mini-dress riding up to expose more of her smooth thigh. She caught another man's stare from across the room and blew him a subtle kiss, thriving on the flirtation even in the midst of their chat. 'Seriously, Van, relax. If you're nervous about me judging your little sex tape hobby, forget it. Hell, I wouldn’t mind letting Alan film me riding his cock if that’s what floats his boat,' she teased, giving her

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